Chapter 139 Lesson Preparation
Chapter 139 Lesson Preparation
Although I don’t know what exactly happened, but...it’s a good thing.
Yu Zhaozhao is not afraid of attending classes, and since these are students from her own class, there is no problem at all.
I immediately got ready excitedly.
However, as soon as Yang Linxia, the head teacher of Class 4, came into the office, she started pushing and pulling the chairs vigorously and packing up things with a lot of clatter.
The dissatisfaction was written all over his face.
"Linxia, what's wrong? Your old Wang is angry with you. He's so irritable so early in the morning."
Meng Zhenli didn't understand the reason and joked with a smile.
Yang Linxia snorted coldly, "My old Wang doesn't have the guts to do that."
"What happened?"
“It’s not certain people!”
The more Yang Linxia thought about it, the angrier she got. She simply stood up and said to Yu Zhaozhao, "Teacher Yu, you don't have a job offer, so why do you have to participate in this competition?
Even if you win an award, you can’t be evaluated for a professional title. Evaluation of professional titles requires that you get the honor after you are promoted to a regular position. Why are you so active now? "
Yu Zhaozhao was confused.
Meng Zhenli also understood, "Can I participate in this competition?"
Yang Linxia said sarcastically: "Who knows how some people manipulated it? There was only one spot in the fifth and sixth grade Chinese language group, and they gave it to her!
I have been waiting for three years and it is still not my turn. I was planning to have a child after finishing the course this year, but I have to wait another year! I don’t know whether I should have a child or not, and if I do, I don’t know how many more years I have to wait!”
Meng Zhenli frowned slightly. Professional title evaluation is a big deal for all teachers, after all, it is linked to salary.
However, since it was none of her business, Meng Zhenli didn't want to get involved, so she simply said a few words of comfort and went straight to class.
Seeing that Yu Zhaozhao didn't respond, Yang Linxia also got angry.
"Yu Zhaozhao, can you please say something? I beg you. I'm 31 years old this year and I'm just waiting for this opportunity to attend the class. If I delay any longer, I'll be an elderly mother if I get pregnant.
You are still young, and you are divorced, so you don’t have any family burden. Can you give me the place this year?"
Yu Zhaozhao sighed, so annoying...
"I don't know why I'm on the list of this year's district-level competition. You can go ask the leader. I can't make the decision for the leader."
"There are no outsiders in the office. Can you tell me the truth? I know you have a high level of teaching and strong ability. You are also a top student who graduated from Beijing Normal University, but it is really useless for you to get this award."
Yu Zhaozhao felt that she was being morally kidnapped, and the quarrel was so annoying.
"Teacher Yang, go ask your supervisor. I can't decide whether you can participate in the competition this year!"
Yang Linxia answered confidently: "There is only one spot for the fifth and sixth grade Chinese language group. How can I join if you join!"
"The number of quotas is not decided by the leadership."
"Okay, okay, I get it. You can be Yu Zhaozhao, but don't even think about asking me for help in the future."
Yang Linxia slammed the door and left, as if she didn't understand what anyone was saying.
Yu Zhaozhao continued to read without caring. Looking for your help? What are you dreaming about? I have been in No. 2 Primary School for so long, when have you ever helped me?
When it was the most difficult, what else could you do except stand by and make sarcastic remarks!
Also, after working for so many years, I haven't even had a district-level class. Don't you know whose reason is this? You are willing to lie down, and you are anxious when the shit is stuck in your ass, and you blame others.
If you want to be Buddhist, then be Buddhist to the end, even your job title is Buddhist!
Yu Zhaozhao thought to herself, and found that she seemed to be quite talkative. Why couldn't she say a word just now? She felt so frustrated! Angry!
He immediately buried his head in his arms and shook it vigorously from side to side.
Yu Shixu came in just in time to see this scene. When he heard the news in the morning that Yu Zhaozhao was going to participate in the district-level competition, he knew that she would have to face some rumors.
I just saw Yang Linxia go to the leader's office angrily. I was worried, so I came to Yu Zhaozhao's office to take a look.
"Zhao Zhao?"
Yu Zhaozhao blushed, pretending to be calm, and looked up at Yu Shixu, "What's wrong?"
"Are you..ok?"
"It's okay, I just... feel like I'm not good at talking." When Yu Zhaozhao saw Yu Shixu, he felt like talking and directly told Yu Shixu everything that had just happened.
Yu Shixu smiled and rubbed Yu Zhaozhao's head. "Since you want to participate, you don't have to pay attention to her. If you just say something and the people on the list are changed, then what credibility do the school leaders have?
Don't worry, just prepare your lessons well. If you need to take up a class, the PE teacher can be 'sick'."
Yu Zhaozhao smiled and shook his head, "No, our PE teacher is in very good health! I have enough time."
"Okay, I won't bother you then. Tell me if you need any help. During practice sessions, I can also record your video or be your student. I promise to actively answer your questions."
Yu Zhaozhao nodded happily, and the frustrated mood she had felt all morning completely dissipated.
Yang Linxia went to the principal and cried, and the final result was... she successfully won a place in the competition, but the place she replaced was for the third and fourth grade Chinese group, which had no impact on Yu Zhaozhao at all.
Yang Linxia didn't expect this outcome. She offended a lot of people for no reason.
But... no matter what, I have got the spot. As long as I can win the prize in this competition, I will have all the information required for the professional title evaluation.
Yu Zhaozhao turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside and focused on preparing for his lessons.
The content of the class was quickly selected.
Many people say that open classes are performance classes, which are just acting.
This is a well-known fact, including to the judges.
However, Yu Zhaozhao took a close look at this year's document and found that it was repeatedly mentioned that performance classes were prohibited and that students were prohibited from practicing classes in advance.
It is very different from previous years' documents.
Yu Zhaozhao couldn't help but recall the director's appearance and had a hunch that there might be big changes this year.
So prepare it completely according to the requirements of the bureau documents.
After half a month of preparation, the competition is almost here, but Yu Zhaozhao has not yet given trial lessons to students.
Meng Zhenli couldn't bear to watch it anymore. Although she really disliked Yu Zhaozhao, she had never seen such a silly girl.
"Girl, this is not how you teach an open class. Who doesn't prepare for the students in advance when teaching an open class?"
Yu Zhaozhao could tell the difference between the true feelings and false intentions of others, so he smiled and replied, "I know. I will practice myself first, and then work with the students in our class."
Yang Linxia said sarcastically: "Sister Li, she is a top student from Beijing Normal University, how can she look down on my lack of confidence?"
After Yang Linxia left, Meng Zhenli whispered again, "I have something to do in the second period tomorrow morning. Can you help me teach that class? It just so happens that our class hasn't learned the lesson you are going to teach yet."
Yu Zhaozhao immediately opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Okay, okay! Thank you, Teacher Meng!"
"Then don't be late."
Although Meng Zhenli had conflicts with Yu Zhaozhao and even embarrassed herself during the calligraphy competition.
Yu Zhaozhao was really annoyed at that time.
But...
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