Crazy Psychologist

Hu Peng, who was puzzling alone, suddenly looked up and found that Muchun was missing.

"Doctor Mu, Doctor Mu." Hu Peng shouted twice in a low voice.

Looking at the gloomy weather outside the window and the roaring sounds from time to time, Hu Peng felt as if he had suddenly fallen into some strange place.

"Doctor Mu." Hu Peng, who frightened himself, suddenly thought of medical anatomy and Frankenstein from medical students.

"coming."

Suddenly, Muchun appeared in his original seat.

"Where did Doctor Mu go just now?" Hu Peng asked.

"Look for some paper. I'll write an outline for you."

After finishing speaking, Mu Chun wrote a dozen lines of words neatly on the A4-sized white paper. After writing a dozen lines of words, he drew a few more arrows and horizontal lines. After all was completed, he tightened the pen. Cover and turn the paper in front of Hu Peng.

Hu Peng picked it up and looked at it with hesitation, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, has this doctor's writing ability been developed by writing medical records? He is actually so organized. After Mu Chun sorted out the parts that Hu Peng was still a little confused, he could not help but sigh in his heart. becomes very clear.

"I feel that this book is very stable according to this outline." Hu Peng didn't know what to say, and he even forgot to thank Mu Chun.

"Ah, then just write it like this. Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Hu." Muchun said modestly.

Hu Peng's face suddenly turned red. "What are you talking about? Teacher Muchun is laughing at me. I am a Chinese teacher who is not as clear-minded as a doctor."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Peng felt that he had made a mistake. No one has ever stipulated that a primary school Chinese teacher must be better organized than a doctor.

Seeing that Muchun didn't seem to hear what he just said, Hu Peng folded the outline and stuck it in an A5 binder.

"By the way, Teacher Hu Peng, take it out and take a look at the fourth section. Regarding the topic of students with difficulties, I have written about several types of students. See if it is appropriate. I think we can discuss it a little bit. I also have some I want to ask you a question."

Muchun said humbly.

"Oh, let me see."

Hu Peng saw Muchun write: [marginal students], [learning difficulties], [aggressive students].

"Actually, they all exist, and they are all quite troublesome. Sometimes there is nothing we can do."

Hu Peng shook his head helplessly.

"Well, I recently met a parent of a first-grade child. It seems that his child has some learning difficulties, is irritable, and can't concentrate on studying. I don't know if such students will be excluded by their classmates in school. Will you be ignored by the teacher? I mean?" Mu Chun asked, holding his chin.

Hu Peng's face showed a kind of sadness that he couldn't express in words, "Of course there are, how could there not be. We see too many students, and a young teacher, even if he has just started teaching in his first year, can Seeing all kinds of students is the same as seeing patients in outpatient clinics. A doctor can see many patients even in his first year of work, so every primary and secondary school teacher has seen many students."

Although Muchun didn't think there was anything wrong with Hu Peng's metaphor, he didn't know why it sounded a bit weird.

He nodded and asked Hu Peng to continue. Then he took a sip of coffee and didn't realize that the coffee had bottomed out.

"Many students are not normal students at first glance, but according to our public primary schools, in the compulsory education stage, children without special problems must be admitted according to the school period, and we have no way to choose." Hu Peng said while watching. He looked at Mu Chun as if he was teaching a first-grade child, for fear that Mu Chun wouldn't understand.

"Ah, yes, this is stipulated by law. It is both a right and an obligation. The school should also have to accept students from the school district, as long as they meet the requirements." Muchun said.

"Yes, yes, so there are some children with problems, but their IQs are at a normal level. It is impossible for us to transfer them to another school, right? It is also impossible to say that we will ignore such children. Besides, almost every class will have one or two Children like this sometimes have a headache. For example, they keep moving. I wonder if Dr. Muchun has ever seen such a child, who keeps moving all the time."

As he spoke, Hu Peng imitated the behavior of the students he said, scratching his hair and peeling off his nails, "Those kids just wipe the eraser on the table when they have nothing to do, and when writing, the pencil He breaks when writing, eraser scraps are everywhere, his eyes look this way and that when he answers questions, his feet keep shaking, and his eyes keep blinking. The louder you talk to him, the harder he blinks. The teacher also has a headache."

"It does sound like a headache, so what should you do if you encounter this kind of student?" Mu Chun asked.

"There is no other way. Just tell him that he must abide by discipline, and give rewards and punishments anyway. For example, let him be the group leader responsible for collecting notebooks, reminding other children to observe discipline, etc. Sometimes if he is really bad at teaching, he will Talk to parents and ask about the situation at home. Some parents will tell us that it is the same at home. It takes 20 minutes to write a line. Their homework takes half an hour to complete, but their children need three hours, and it takes 11 o'clock every day. sleep more.

Some parents will also say that they are fine at home and don’t have such problems. We don’t know if it’s just like this in school and they are always well-behaved at home. "

When Hu Peng talked about these things, he really agreed with that sentence - there were countless treasures in his family. He talked about them with great joy, lively and interesting. In Mu Chun's view, it seemed as if there were children and parents in front of him who had their own opinions.

"That's really it. How about I write about this part in the book and the current situation?" Hu Peng asked.

"Okay, write!" Muchun replied decisively.

Hu Peng was a little surprised by this answer, "What's going on? Teacher Muchun seems to be very interested in this kind of students."

"Yes, there are many such students in the clinic, and their parents don't seem to understand what's going on."

"It's really true!" Hu Peng responded immediately, "I really suspect that some parents deliberately say that the situation at home is very good, but it is probably noisier at school. This way, it seems that the children themselves have no problems and it is all the school's fault. Same thing."

"In this case, of course, we have to rule out that some parents really don't understand their children's situation. Others may be busy with work. There are still many families where the elderly are taking care of their children. These parents will show up when the school invites them. I may not spend much time with my children, so they may really not know the situation." After speaking, Mu Chun stood up, added some water to the empty cup, and poured another cup for Hu Peng.