这学期新接手了一个班级,两个多月的教学令我百感交集。初走进教室,一双双清澈如水的眼睛望着我,有几许陌生、好奇,却没有一丝害怕。这群三年级的学生似乎不懂得敬畏老师。课上,每个学生似乎都“染”上了好动症,铅笔时常咬在嘴里,手脚不是往身边同学身上拨弄,就是扯扯头发、拉拉衣服、踢踢课桌,短短四十分钟里很难有一刻的安静。我很想对着他 This semester took over a new class, more than two months of teaching so that I feel mixed. First came into the classroom, a pair of clear water eyes looking at me, how strange, curious, but not a trace of fear. The third-graders do not seem to know how to be awe-inspiring teachers. In class, every student seems to be at risk of moving. Pencils often bite in their mouths. Their hands and feet are not fiddled with their classmates. They tear their hair, pull clothes and kick their desks. It’s hard to have a quiet moment in forty minutes. I really want to deal with him