1997年的夏天,我从师范院校毕业后被分配到一所乡村初级中学,报到后,才发现自己的被褥没处放,校长热情而又无奈。最后,我被安排在学校后院一座旧庙旁的瓦房里,这一待就是四年。那是一个“暴力教育”泛滥的年代,对学生的惩戒被视为一种天经地义的教育方式,没有人感觉有什么不对。初上讲台,我便意识地要以这种方式来树立我的师道尊严,不到几日,班纪肃然,风清气扬。强子(化名)是个例外,他身形瘦小,一脸的不在乎,我怀 In the summer of 1997, after graduating from a normal university, I was assigned to a rural junior high school. After I checked in, I noticed that my bedding was not kept anywhere. The president was enthusiastic and helpless. Finally, I was arranged in the ward next to an old temple in the backyard of the school, which is four years to be completed. It was an era of “violence education” flooding. The punishment of students was regarded as a natural way of education and no one felt anything wrong. When I first came to the podium, I consciously tried to establish my dignity in this manner in less than a few days, with a solemn and solemn atmosphere. Hadron (a pseudonym) is an exception, his stature thin, look of do not care, I am pregnant