It's a pity that I sat under the teacher's platform when I was at school. I don't dare to move at ordinary times, for fear that I will be discovered by the teacher. After all, it's under the teacher's nose. He can touch you with his hand, so I can know what you are doing without lifting my eyes. I've been shaking all day and my waist is straight. As long as I have been in class, I just look like a good listener and take notes carefully.
Only at that time, although there were projectors in the class, many teachers still liked to write on the blackboard with chalk. Although the words on the blackboard are really beautiful, they are really uncomfortable to wipe. Chalk crumbs make you unable to breathe. That doesn't count. All the thin pieces of chalk fell down, especially in the gap of the book. If you don't take care of them, there will be a thick layer on the table before long. You said such a thing, but you couldn't control it. You can only accept it honestly. There is no other way. You can't bring an umbrella in class.
Another point is that I feel that the small green plants on the table don't need to be watered any more. The teacher's saliva is enough every day. All teachers bring their own watering cans. When they open and close, under the sunlight, tiny saliva throws a beautiful arc and rushes straight at people. Even if you can avoid this wave, there is still the next one waiting for you. You don't have to do anything else in this class, so you can fight saliva well. With this experience, I understand why teachers like to prepare water in class, spray so much water, and get thirsty if they don't drink some water to replenish their vitality.
I feel that every teacher is full of enthusiasm in class, and every sentence is forcefully spoken from their mouths. It sounds like this teacher has a deep internal force. At first glance, he has several years of educational experience. The depth of internal force is very noticeable. The table next to him shook with his voice, and he didn't dare to be careless. After a long time, although the body can control it, it still involuntarily follows his beat.
Summer is fine. Next to the podium is the door of the classroom. It's better to open the door in summer for cooling and ventilation than to sit in the middle. In particular, there are many students in the class, and it is extremely hot in summer. Sitting here enjoying the cool breeze is not envied by others, but this good day didn't last long. When it is cold, it is a place that everyone can't avoid. Students must open the door when they come and go, and a gust of wind blows in. A gust of wind blew in, and you couldn't help letting other students go out. You can only endure the cold wind in winter silently. At that time, my feet were often numb with cold and I didn't feel anything. I can only sit there and pray silently to let winter pass quickly.
Although it feels particularly bad to sit here and be on tenterhooks all day, my grades have risen rapidly after half a year. I have to say that this has a lot to do with this seat.