作为一个男教师,在刚参加工作的时候由于自己血气方刚,写字很用力,写起字来经常折粉笔。每次折粉笔我都手腕轻轻一抖,让它们四处飘落。一会儿,一枝粉笔就只剩下一小节了。一节课下来讲台上到处都是粉笔头儿。不过,我一直也没意识到,直到发生了那场风波。一次上课,我请俩名学生上黑板前听写生字。写着写着,我发现他俩一个劲地折粉笔。然后,也小手轻轻一抖,粉笔头便悠然下落。两个人配合得还挺有节奏,一呼一应 As a male teacher, I was involved in the work because of my fate, writing very hard, write the word often fold chalk. Every time I fold the pen gently shake my wrist, let them fall. For a moment, there is only one bar left on a piece of chalk. A lesson down the podium was chalk head everywhere. However, I never realized that until that turmoil occurred. Once in class, I asked two students to dictate the characters on the blackboard. Written and written, I found that they were breaking chalk. Then, also gently shaking his hand, the chalk will be leisurely whereabouts. Two people with a fairly beat rhythm, a call should be