Fence Tribe---When did I give up my own?

Fence tribe-Don't ever give up on yourself


As the last row, we were surrounded by a forest-like broom-dragging handle, isolated from the class. It's like a fence yard, like a prison.


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One


The bitter gourd was finally "banished".

He to 5 consecutive times in all kinds of school examinations, examinations scores in the class to the bottom of the first qualification, was stuffed into the fence tribe teacher. A few older generations of the original people for him to open a small welcome party, can hold a book sitting beside me in the bitter gourd but cry. The spineless guy, I despise him.

"Fence Tribe" is the name of my original, in fact, its size and form far less poetic ――3 Zhang Desk, 6 wooden chair, desk is the work of the class of tools: Brooms, mops and shovels shovel, behind the chair is a bulletin board. As the last row, we were surrounded by a forest-like broom-dragging handle, isolated from the class. It's like a fence yard, like a prison.

This idea is a teacher in charge of the old cow to come out. The use of fence tribes is quite clear--surround us with these black sheep and ensure the safety of other students and a good learning environment. Those who are not enough to be expelled, and who are "unable to save", have been banished to their homes.

The beginning of this semester, the old cow with a new English teacher to class, pointing to us, the last row are hopelessly poor students, do not care about them. The English teacher pushed the glasses and nodded firmly, expressing strong consent. Several students in the middle row looked back at the complicated eyes, and some laughed with irony. I stared at them and shouted at them, what to look at, to be beaten?

My English teacher got a fright at the Roar. The old bull's face was so ugly that he pointed at me and said you'd give it to me. I glanced at him and didn't move. The old Ox's Adam's Apple worked a moment, and walked to my side. I hippies my head and said, "You have to wait for me to put my shoes on." There was a laughter in the class.

The old ox led me to the West playground of the horizontal bar, both hands into the trouser pocket, pretending to be like a social person. He said, Chen Mo, can you give me some face? I did not say that I do not care about you, you do not give me trouble! I sucked the nose and said, "Give gener smoke?" The old bull very impatient to take out the smoke, throw me a root, improve the decibel said, fast graduation, we best peaceful! After that, he twisted his body away.

It is the 2nd class in the morning, the sky is very unreal, I lie on the grass, the vast playground silent. Looking at the distant bright classroom, my heart suddenly a bit sore.

Two



My name is Chen Mo, the man gave me this name when I hope I can be steadfast in life, less talk more. But he himself was not steadfast, I read third day that year he and another woman ran. Our mother was laid off last year and our life was in a pinch, and my mother made a living by working as a maid.

The next semester, my grades began to decline, despite efforts to chase, or plummeted. Near the end of the day after school, two gangsters stopped me and asked for money. To protect the 3 bucks, I've never fought anyone. I was like a crazy little tiger who kicked one of them off the ribs. Things alarmed the school, I was informed of criticism, but also remember the bigger. I can't figure out why I'm a victim and I'm being punished? After that, I started messing up. Half a year, I became violent and stubborn, became a famous poor student.

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I hate fences and hate this shameful segregation. I can only run away.

The new Chinese teacher surnamed fan, heard that the Wuhan University Chinese department graduated brilliant student. To our school to prepare the graduating class, it is evident that the university's attention to him. Bitter melon sit straight, stretched his neck to listen to a pious face. I do not know which is the damned on duty to put the broom, hanging leaves bamboo bar like a huge fan, the line of sight blocked a tight.

I pushed the bitter gourd, said do not pretend, we next plate Gobang AH? Bitter gourd frowned, ignoring me. I kicked the foot kick him, and then lend you a gener neck, you can see the blackboard ah? What do you expect to learn when you're stuffed in here? Bitter gourd Crooked head very quietly said, don't make trouble, speak ancient prose.

I laughed no one else, side over the side of the skin Bean said, you look at him this bear kind, but also listen to ancient Chinese. The bean echoed with me and laughed. At this stage, teacher fan knocked on the table, said the back of the students, please pay attention to classroom discipline! Classroom discipline? This little glasses tell me about classroom discipline? I sat up and brushed the broom stamping he shouted, hey I said Hawker son, you sell your knowledge got, old cow didn't tell you leave us? Teacher fan's face a pale, he pushed the glasses said, you call Chen Mo it? I don't care how you used to be, but please respect me in my class!

I stood up, one foot kicked down the front spade, loudly said, I am Chen Mo, do not respect you, how! Bitter gourd frightened, eager to say, sit down, you will be expelled such a noisy! I threw off his hand and said, open it, Lao Tzu has had enough!

I think, I'm crazy. I hate the word "rebel", I just broken broken falls, it is bad, worse still can be worse where to go? I am different from balsam pear, he is not good grades, but he wants to learn, but since he went into the fence tribe, there is no teacher asked him, homework even if written also no one to accept, he has been forgotten. But I, although the classmate teacher remembers, but remembers is the hatred.

Teacher fan a meal, coldly said, other students first study, Chen Mo you come with me.

Three




It is also under the horizontal bar of the West Playground. Lao Niu Pull I come here is to maintain his face, he will I ruled out from the crowd but also afraid of my trouble, want to "pacified" but also know no this ability. And what about the peddler? What's his purpose? I deliberately hung my long hair in front of me, looking at him from my hair, and his eyes full of provocation. Teacher fan looked at me and said, I heard you can fight? I "cut" a sound, disdain to say, I knew, every new teacher to come, the old ox must tell my misdeeds.

Suddenly, teacher fan flew a foot and kicked me in the leg, and I fell on the ground with a shaky stand. He then grabbed my clothes, shouted loudly, hit me, knocked Me down!

The teacher is crazy, he actually hit the students! I was furious and fell with him with all my strength. Two more than 170 centimeters of big boys twisted together. Sometimes I fell down, sometimes I fell, until both were exhausted. We are like two collapsed lions, lying on the grass, big mouth to pant.

Teacher fan Suddenly lol, you really have the strength, and I really like. You know? I was also a terrible student, worse than you. At that time almost all the teachers gave up on me, and I thought I was so screwed. But suddenly one day, I began to hate myself. The student is also the students, I will be willing to be defeated? In fact, the most terrible thing, not being knocked down by others, but you first gave up their own, was killed!

What he said behind, now think of it is very vague, but the sentence "is you give up yourself", like a punch in the hard hit my heart. I remember when teacher fan left, I lost my tears.

The last time I was in force was because Balsam pear dozed off in class. He had a long mouth, and I punched him in the face. That day I threatened him, we fence tribe good mountain good water, can no longer obscure, you give me remember, carry forward the spirit of the face, no matter what class, even if no one asked us, even if you know a little, but also give me the initiative to answer questions. I'm going to let them know that there are people here.

The first Test of senior senior, bitter gourd the 5th, I positive 24. All the teachers are not surprised, the old bull mouth although Chen Mo you copy points, don't be too obvious, but in class when we take the initiative to stand up to answer questions, his face clearly has a smile. The second simulation I divided in the old Cow Prison hall, bitter gourd the 5th, I positive 14th, the first in the full grade of Chinese language results. The day of the hair, the old bull shouted my name when the special effort, the voice of a bright son, whining-pitched. He said, "Hey, Chen Mo I can't see your face, Lloyd, take the broom off the side."

That day, I laughed and laughed and cried. It was a shame to cry as a fighting molecule, but I was very comfortable with my tears. I did not give up myself, I found myself back in time, I let those teachers see hope, know that we also have fish here, there are a group of students who are equally eager to progress.

Four




The fence tribe of Senior High School (4) disappeared, so-called poor students were also crammed into the ranks of the masses. Six months later, I admitted to the north of a University of journalism, bitter Melon chose to repeat the high four.

Freshman year summer when the classmate party, we strongly request to sit in the original classroom. The old cow used a box of good smoke to talk about the old school teachers, we have been able to return to the senior year (4) class. Listen to teacher Fan said, now Senior High (4) class is the school's excellent class, and there is no difference between the poor, cow teacher also quite get the love of students. The old ox depressed to say, Chen Mo give root smoke bai? I have all the teachers to rob. I giggle, a little blush.

I and balsam pear sit in the last row, this year he failed again. I asked him what he intended, and he said he would repeat it for another year. He said that he still did not give up himself.

Fence Tribe---When did I give up my own?