曼月是我班的后进生,各科成绩很不理想,行为习惯也极差。作为班主任的我平时没少做工作,与任课老师可谓是花尽了心思,想破了脑子,但都是收效甚微。周末的清晨,电话铃不合时宜地闹了起来。“谁啊,这一大清早的?”我极不情愿地抓起来了电话柄。“老师,妈妈看了我的成绩,说明天要去你家。”一个熟悉又陌生的声音传了进来。这不正是我今天要家访的第一个目标吗?我的脑海里立刻闪现出了曼月那留着长刘海的桀骜不驯的脸。 My month is my class afterlife, the results of all subjects is not satisfactory, behavior is also very poor. As a class teacher I usually do less work, and the teacher can be said to have spent their thoughts, trying to break the brain, but with little success. On the weekends, the phone rang unexpectedly. “Who, this early morning?” I snapped the phone handle reluctantly. “Teacher, mother read my grades, that day will go to your home. ” A familiar and strange voice came in. Is not this the first goal I am going to visit today? My mind immediately reveals the unruly face of the long fringe of the moon.