After so many things, I decided to resign. The graduate student has driven me crazy. He said that if I don't resign and follow him, he will quit his job there and settle down here with me! To be honest, I am very touched, but the touch is the touch, I still can't bear to let him resign over there, make him penniless, and start all over again, I should sacrifice something, anyway, the salary of this job is not high, Although there are too many regrets, I have decided to give up. For the sake of graduate students and our future, I completely give up this job.
For me, this job is a challenging one, and giving up it is a pain that others cannot understand. Perhaps for everyone, changing jobs casually has become a habit, but for me, it is of great significance, this is my first job close to a computer! I think back then, I worked so hard. On the first night, I bit the bullet and memorized all the "menu bar, toolbar, status bar, ruler, scroll bar" and even drew up the syllabus myself. Bit by bit of teaching experience has been accumulated, it is simply my hard work, and now I am about to give up, with complicated emotions in my heart.
Slowly walked to the computer that has been with me for almost a year, and gently stroked it. It is considered an antique, the host is too old, and the monitor is too old. It is such an old antique that has accompanied me for nearly a year, endowing me with knowledge and wisdom, especially in the days when I met graduate students. It is also a bank for my love storage. It is full of my thoughts about graduate students. I copied the things that belonged to me with a USB flash drive, then pulled them back to the station, and emptied them one by one.
Looking at the students' class materials placed on the table, there are five thick folders, each folder contains different subjects, one for "Wubizi" and "Word", one for "Excel", slides There is one bookmark for each file, database, and advanced enterprise management. Each folder has bookmarks in it, the first lesson, the second lessonand so on until the last lesson. I don¡¯t know if the teachers in the future will be as dedicated as I am, swallowing up these materials in an orderly manner, will a student come to call for a class and search for materials there for a long time, will it be
There are too many "will it", I am not a sentimental woman by nature, more often, I feel more like a pistachio, sometimes I wonder what kind of person I am, maybe everyone Are you both familiar and unfamiliar with yourself? At this moment, I feel like a sentimental woman. I hope that the new teacher can be responsible for those students who are eager to change their destiny. I can only say to her (him) from the bottom of my heart: Sorry!
Walking to the front desk complicatedly, looking at those flowers and trees, these are watered and touched by my hands every day, and now the flowers are blooming brightly, and the leaves of the trees are green, but they are the ones I want to leave hour.
With a long sigh, he grabbed a blank piece of paper, drew a picture on it, and finally grew two big "resignation".
I don't know when the ghost was standing next to me. As soon as I raised my head, I met his black face, resentful eyes and hands clenched into fists.
"Come here!" He said fiercely, he stopped looking at me, turned around and walked towards the office. I knew it was time for a showdown.
"What do you mean?" He looked at me, his eyes were filled with deep anger, he was no longer young, he was in his forties, and because of his anger, he looked a few years older. A few wrinkles, I think, in fact, this man is quite pitiful, just too hateful.
"It's nothing, I'm tired, and I want to resign." I said calmly, meeting his gaze, if it was before, I would be afraid, but now I am not afraid at all.
"Look at you, I was sick for a few days and couldn't come to work, and I didn't say anything, but now you came to tell me that you want to resign, are you sorry for me?" He said sternly, raising his eyebrows.
God? Are you sorry? Thanks to him being able to say it, I couldn¡¯t help but find it funny, as if I was watching one of the funniest jokes in the world, with a sneer on my face, and cold words coming out of my mouth, ¡°I don¡¯t think I Sorry anyone, I always do things with a clear conscience, unlike some people!"
"What do you mean?" He raised his eyebrows again.
"It's not interesting. I'm tired. You should go to the teacher as soon as possible. The ones who want to say sorry are those students who haven't finished their studies. I will explain clearly to them." I said calmly.
"What is explained clearly? Tell you, if you have the ability to leave, you will not get a penny!"
"In your world, is there only money? Is there no human touch at all? When others are of value to you, you will put on a good face. When others treat youWhen there is no use value, besides using your rogue moves, what else do you do? Do you still think that the current society is still the time when you were rampant? "I glared at him and yelled desperately, I must not admit defeat! What can you do to me? Cut off my fingers? Or kidnap? When we went to eat supper, they all described it to us vividly.
"Okay, if you have the ability, go away immediately!" The ghost clenched his teeth in anger, his fists were clenched and rattled, his face was so dark that he was unrecognizable, and his neck was so thick that it seemed to kill me. Only willing to tear it to pieces.
I knew there was no point in arguing any longer, so I slammed the door angrily and left!
It is impossible to go to work anymore, I don't have much money left in my pocket, and my salary for several months has been pressed there! How could I ask graduate students for money? Wait a minute, who will he imagine me as? Are you dating him for money?
The phone rang several times. I looked at the caller ID, and it was from the school. Anyway, the ghost said that if you leave, you won¡¯t get a penny. Why should I go back? It¡¯s fine if the students don¡¯t have anyone to teach me. I can¡¯t take care of myself. Where to eat is still a problem. I can¡¯t fill my stomach. No matter how passionate I am, it¡¯s useless.
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