Mauritius

No matter whether it is sports or sports, he doesn't care about it at all. He only cares about making the students eat well and preventing them from misbehaving.The rest is left to the parents of the students, never taking into account how much the parents trust him.School officials and parents complimented each other, and those students who were in good health and who were behind in their studies were promoted to public schools upper class and wealthy middle class families.), the world punches their defenseless flesh.Poor teaching is open to debate, and in the long run Mr. Abraham's students weren't so bad.When it was their turn to be fathers, some even sent their sons to their alma mater.Associate Dean Reid is the same type of teacher, only a little more stupid.But Du Xi, the director of academic affairs, is a stimulant for the school, making the overall education policy not dull.Those two didn't like him very much, but they knew he was indispensable.Mr. Dushi is an able teacher and an orthodox educator, who understands the world and has the ability to see problems from two sides.He is not good at dealing with parents, nor is he suitable for dealing with dull students, but he is good at teaching first grade.He develops his students into people who love to read, and his organizational skills are not bad either.Mr. Abraham was in power on the surface and pretended to be partial to Mr. Reed, but in his heart he let Mr. Dushi handle everything and ended up making him a co-operator.

Mr. Douche was always thinking about something.This time it was a student named Hall from the senior class who was about to bid farewell to them and enter public school.He wanted to "talk" to Hall during the outing.His colleagues demurred, because it would trouble them afterwards.The headmaster said they had already talked, and that Hall would rather be with his classmates because it was his last walk.That may well be the case, but Mr. Douchy never does anything that is right.He smiled broadly and remained silent.Mr. Reed knows what he's "talking about".Because when they first got acquainted, they touched on a problem when exchanging educational experiences.At the time, Mr Reed objected to Mr Doush's advice, saying it was "walking on eggshells".The headmaster didn't know about it, and he didn't want to know.His schoolboys left him when they were fourteen, and he forgot that they had grown into men.They seemed to him a small but complete race - "my pupils", no less than the pygmies of New Guinea. race).They are easier to understand than pygmies, because they never marry and die easily.These bachelors are immortal, and they pass in front of him in a long line, ranging in number from as few as 14 to as many as forty. "In my opinion, books on pedagogy are useless, and children have already been like this before the concept of 'education' was born." Mr. Du Xi laughed it off, because he concentrated on studying the theory of evolution.

So what about the students?

"Teacher, can I hold your hand?...Teacher, you promised me...Mr. Abraham's hands can't be free. Mr. Reed's hands are all...Ah, sir, did you hear that? He thought Mr. Reed had three hands! . . . I didn't say that, I said 'fingers.' Jealousy! Jealousy!"

"You guys are done talking!"

"teacher!"

"I'm only going with Hall alone."

There was a cry of disappointment.The other two teachers found that they could not stop him, so they sent the children away and let them walk along the cliffs by the sea to the sand dunes.Hall triumphantly strode to Mr. Duxie's side, but felt that he was too old, so he didn't hold the teacher's hand.He was a fat, handsome boy with nothing special about him, just like his father in that respect. Twenty-five years ago, his father had walked in line past the principal, disappeared into a public school, married, fathered a boy and two girls, and recently died of pneumonia.Hall was a good citizen, but lazy at work.Before the outing, Mr. Dushi pre-ascertained these circumstances.

"Hey, Hall, you thought you were going to get a sermon, huh?"

"I don't know, sir. Teacher Abraham gave me a copy of The Sacred Fields after his sermon. Mrs. Abraham sent Give me a pair of cuff links. My classmates gave me a set of two-dollar Guatemalan stamps. Look at this stamp, sir! And there's a parrot on the post."

"Very well, very well! What did Master Abraham say? Did you mean that you were a poor sinner?"

The boy laughed.He didn't understand what Mr. Douche was saying, but he knew it was a joke.He took it easy because it was his last day at the school.Even if you do something wrong, you will not be reprimanded.What's more, Teacher Abraham also said that his grades are very good.He glanced at the beginning of the headmaster's letter to his mother: "We are proud of him. After Sunnington, he will also add glory to this school." Students showered him with gifts, claiming that he brave.But dead wrong—he's not brave: he's afraid of the dark.But no one knows this.

"Here, what did Mr. Abraham say?" Mr. Dushi repeated when they reached the beach.This foreshadowed a lengthy conversation, and the boy wished he had walked the cliffs with his classmates.Yet he knows that when a child meets an adult, the child's wishes are of no avail.

"Mr. Abraham taught me to be like my father, sir."

"What else did you say?"

"I mustn't do anything I'm ashamed to tell my mother about. That way no one can go astray. And he said a public school was very different from this school."

"Did Mr. Abraham say how it's different?"

"There's a lot of difficulty - it's more like two worlds."

"Did he tell you about the state of the world?"

"No."

"Did you ask him?"

"No, teacher."

"That's not wise of you, Hall. You should get things straight. Mr. Abraham and I are here to answer your questions. What do you think the world—that is, the adult world—is like?"

"I can't tell. I'm only a boy," he said with great sincerity. "Are they extremely treacherous, Master?"

Mr. Douche, amused, asked him to give examples of the treachery he had seen.He replied that adults don't bully children, but don't they always play tricks on each other?Abandoning the norms that students should have, he talks like a child, becomes full of fantasy, and is very interesting.Mr. Douche lay on the sand listening, lighting his pipe and looking up at the sky.Now they have left the mineral spring where the boarding school is located behind, and a group of teachers and students are far ahead.The sky was gray, there was no wind, and the clouds and the sun were in chaos.

"Do you live with your mother?" Mr. Doush interrupted, seeing the boy's self-confidence.

"Yes, teacher."

"Do you have a brother?"

"No, sir—only Ida and Kitty."

"Where's Uncle Uncle?"

"No."

"Then you don't know much about grown men?"

"Mother keeps a coachman, and a gardener named George. But of course you mean gentlemen. Mother also keeps three housemaids, but they are too lazy to take Ida's socks." No. Ada is my older sister."

"how old are you?"

"14 years and nine months."

"Here, you are a little guy who doesn't understand." The two of them laughed.He paused, then went on, "When I was your age, my father told me something. It was extremely useful and beneficial." It wasn't true, his father never told him anything.But before getting down to business, he needed an opening statement.

"Really, teacher?"

"I'll tell you what he told me, okay?"

"Okay, teacher."

"I'll just be your father and talk to you for a few minutes, Maurice! I'll call you by your Christian name now." And so he began to discuss the mysteries of sex very frankly and sincerely.He spoke of primitive times when the gods created male and female in order to fill the earth with men, and of the time when the instincts of men and women were exercised. "Maurice, that's why I'm telling you these things because you're going to be a man. Your mother can't talk to you about this, and you shouldn't bring it up to her or any girl. If at the school you're going to When your classmates mention this to you, gag them and tell them you already know. Have you ever heard of it?"

"No, teacher."

"Never heard a word?"

"No, teacher."

Mr. Dushi stood up and continued smoking his pipe. He spotted a flat sandy place and drew a diagram on it with his walking stick. "It's easy to understand this way." The boy stared blankly, as if it had nothing to do with his life.He listened attentively, and naturally, the teacher was teaching him alone.He knew the subject was serious, involving his own flesh.But he couldn't relate it to himself, it was like an unsolvable problem, and Mr. Doush's explanation went in the right ear and came out the left ear, and it was a waste of effort.His mind was dull and he couldn't react.Although in youth