一这次,我依然上《漫画箴言》。一个五年级的班,一帮素未谋面的孩子。课,按照预设进程慢慢推进。我和孩子们由陌生渐渐变得融洽,教学渐入佳境,我似乎嗅到了“润泽”的味道。我习惯在课堂上让学生轮流发言,这样可以让每个学生有存在感。轮到一位男孩子,当我把话筒递向他时,他头也没抬——确切地说连眼皮都没抬——声音极不情愿地附着在麦克风上甩出来:“我不会!”沉默。继续等待。“我肚子痛,我想不起来!”“没事,老师尊重你的选择。”——这也许是个可以让彼此都安全的台阶,但良心不允许我这样敷衍。我望 This time, I still on the “cartoon motto.” A fifth-grade class, a bunch of never met children. Lesson, according to the pre-set progress slowly. My children and I gradually get familiar from the strange, teaching getting better, I seem to smell the “moisturizing” flavor. I’m used to having students take turns speaking in class so that every student has a sense of presence. It was his turn, and when he handed it to him, he did not lift his head - or even his eyelids were lifting up - the voice was reluctantly attached to the microphone and thrown out: “I will not !”silence. continue waiting. “” “Nothing, the teacher respect your choice. ” - This may be a safe place to make each other, but the conscience does not allow me to perfunct. I hope