Yu Dong's writing class was scheduled for a full day on Thursday.
Writing classes generally include in-class training, which takes a long time, so it is arranged for a whole day.
That's why Zhang Xiancai said before that Yu Dong had to work harder.
When Yu Dong arrived at the classroom, twenty-eight students from the drama creation class had been waiting in the classroom for a long time. As soon as he entered the classroom, Wang Hailin took the lead and shouted: "Hello, teacher!"
Other students also stood up one after another and said, "Hello, teacher!"
Yu Dong smiled and pressed his hand: "Hello, classmates, sit down."
He glanced at Wang Hailin. This boy is now the squad leader of Xichuang 92. When Bi Feiyu told him, he was a little surprised.
Didn't you say that you want to set rules for them? Why do you let this prickly head become the squad leader?
Bi Feiyu explained to Yu Dong that Wang Hailin had a bad temper, but he was very energetic. Let him be the squad leader. He would dare to come forward when something happened, and having responsibility might also suppress his temper.
Yu Dong picked up the chalk and wrote two words on the blackboard: self-introduction, literature in my heart.
"Today is the first class. There are two essays in class. The titles are the two on the blackboard." Yu Dong put down the chalk: "Besides this, there is no other content today. Students who have finished writing can leave get out of class first."
After hearing what Yu Dong said, the students started talking quietly.
Today is a one-day class. No matter how hard you write these two essays, it won’t take you a day. Can you really finish class early?
"Teacher Yu, is there a word limit for this composition?" Wang Hailin raised his hand and asked.
"At least two words."
"ah?"
Yu Dong smiled: "Because at least your names must be written on it."
"That……"
"I know you must be thinking whether Teacher Yu's words count or not, and whether you can really leave early after finishing writing?"
The students didn't say anything, but looking at their expressions, you could tell that what Yu Dong said was what they were most concerned about.
"I tell you that I am responsible for all my words. As long as you feel that you have finished writing, you can leave first. But I also want to remind you that in this course of mine, my usual homework performance accounts for 100% of the total grade.
sixty."
After hearing Yu Dong's words, the students showed "I see" expressions.
Yu Dong continued: "You must be thinking at this time that Teacher Yu talks nicely, but he uses his usual grades to hold you back, right?"
No one answered, because they did think so, but they didn't dare to say it.
"But I want to tell you again that when I measure my usual performance, I don't look at how long you stay in the classroom or how many words you write. I only look at the completion of your homework. If you have the confidence to use
A blank piece of paper impresses me, so it’s not impossible to hand over a blank piece of paper. Are there any other questions? No problem, let’s start now.”
"Teacher Yu, can we discuss it?" Wang Hailin raised his hand to ask again.
Yu Dong nodded: "Okay, but try to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb other classes."
This time no one had any questions, but no one started writing immediately. Everyone started discussing in groups of twos and threes.
Yu Dong looked at the students for a while, then took out a copy of "Analysis of Drama" by Martin Aislin. He had briefly read this book when he was in school, and now because he had to teach a drama creation class, he took it out again and read it again.
have a look.
The students whispered to each other for more than ten minutes, and then slowly quieted down. Most of them had already started writing today's homework.
The morning passed quickly, and none of the students came up to hand in their homework. Yu Dong sent them to have a meal and came back after the lunch break to continue writing.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the first person to hand in his homework showed up.
What Yu Dong didn't expect was that the first one to hand in his homework was Jia Zhangke, who usually didn't like to talk much. This kid didn't like to show off in other things, but he didn't expect that he was quite confident in writing.
"You can finish class first." Yu Dong took over Jia Zhangke's homework and said to him.
However, Jia Zhangke did not leave, but sat back in his seat.
Yu Dong smiled and said nothing, and began to look at Jia Zhangke's homework.
The first is "Self-Introduction", which made Yu Dong's eyes light up at the beginning.
Let’s introduce myself. It’s very difficult to write about flowers. If you write too little, you may not be enough, and if you write too much, it will be redundant.
Jia Zhangke changed his writing style and imitated a reporter's interview, using a question-and-answer format.
A: May I ask what your name is?
B: My name is Jia Zhangke.
A: Judging from your age, you should be quite young, in your thirties or forties?
B: Just turned twenty.
…
This way of writing is no longer uncommon, but it is really good to think of using this method in the first training class. Moreover, this question-and-answer mode is also very suitable for the "self-introduction"
topic.
This question and answer not only expresses my understanding of myself, but also expresses other people's understanding of me.
For example, person A said, "You must be quite old...", although there is no description of appearance, people immediately know that "I" look very anxious.
That's the best thing about this format.
Yu Dong nodded and looked at the next article "Literature in My Heart".
In this article, Jia Zhangke did not play any tricks. Instead, he described normally what literature meant to him. He wrote it since he was a child. The first book he had read and the first book he had ever written in his memory was very important to him.
Several of his most influential books...
But Yu Dong frowned as he watched. Jia Zhangke was extremely pretentious when it came to literature. Although he didn't say it directly, it could be seen between the lines that in his mind, literature was niche and closed.
, is hidden in the depths.
Even though this kid is usually docile and silent, he actually has an air of aloofness about him.
"Teacher Yu, I'll hand in my homework."
Before Yu Dong finished reading Jia Zhangke's homework, Wang Hailin had already handed it in.
"Well, you can finish class first."
Wang Hailin smiled and did not leave the classroom. He also returned to his seat and sat down.
The two of them took the lead, and other students also came up and handed in their homework, and they also didn't leave.
Yu Dong sorted out all his homework and said with a smile: "If you don't leave, I will."
After saying that, he took the students' homework and left.
The students were sitting on their seats. You looked at me and I looked at you. Someone asked Wang Hailin: "Monitor, are we leaving too?"
Wang Hailin gritted his teeth: "Let's go, the teachers are gone, what are we doing here?"
Hearing Wang Hailin's words, the other students all stood up in a roar, and soon they all left the classroom.
…
"Outside the number, outside the number, Brother Dong's new book will be published soon, Brother Dong's new book will be published soon."
In the evening of that day, Wang Hailin was visiting Jia Zhangke and his dormitory when he suddenly heard a shout from the second floor. He ran to the corridor and looked around, and saw a shirtless student running back and forth in the corridor on the second floor holding a magazine.
After a while, the shirtless student went up to their third floor again and continued to shout: "Extra number, extra number, Brother Dong's new book is about to be published!"
Wang Hailin stopped the shirtless student and said, "Classmate, what's going on?"
The shirtless student glanced at Wang Hailin and said, "Refreshers."
"Yes." Wang Hailin nodded, a little confused, "Does this have something to do with whether I am a freshman?"
The shirtless student smiled and said, "Why doesn't it matter? If you weren't a freshman, how could you not know who I am?"
Wang Hailin's face straightened: "So he's still a big shot in our school, and he didn't ask for advice?"
Chapter completed!