In the morning, I went to see the students' homework for a while. Some children are very serious and finish their holiday homework well; Some come to register empty-handed; Some just want to perfunctory, and so on, all kinds. Oh, I had a wonderful holiday. I just want to watch it for a while, when the phone calls, I have to get the class schedule. It was a long time, and I didn't finish part of it until after school in the afternoon.
When I was moving things in the morning, my son called me downstairs. Oh, yes, I registered myself. After a while, my son gave me the invoice and the rest of the money, and then ran away. I think I went to help the class.
At noon, I can't sleep. Probably preschool syndrome. Many teachers feel the same way. My son went to his aunt's house and didn't come back until two o'clock, slamming the door. As soon as he entered the room, he shouted, "I'm going to school to help the brigade at three o'clock in the afternoon." Oh, that's really positive. It was only after two o'clock that the boy ran away. When I got to school, he was already playing on the playground. One minute he ran to the office, and the next he ran downstairs. Finally, Mr. Chen arranged for them to move things. When I got home, I saw myself covered in stains left by dust. I told him in the morning that I would clean up today, and told him not to wear white clothes. He just doesn't believe it. He has to wear a white sportswear. It's all right now, so I have to take it off and wash it. But he washed it himself, and his father was giving technical guidance. Hey! This smelly boy! Have you ever tasted pain?
Let him do his homework and let the teacher write down everything he says. I said, "Never mind, I'll provide it." Pass him a stack of manuscript paper and see what he has to say.
I'm so sleepy, let's write it here. In the evening, I also need to input the contents revised by the teacher. Oh, school days, there is nothing to say.