roccoschili Chapter 131 Rave Reviews
Chapter 131 Rave Reviews
That day, the children of Changqingshu returned home and saw their parents, who were attending senior citizens' college, sitting solemnly at their desks.
They turned on the desk lamps and placed notebooks and pens in front of them. Those with poor eyesight even put on reading glasses, which they only wore when doing serious work, and stared at the screens of their mobile phones with serious faces.
The children thought that the school was "exploiting" the elderly by assigning them a lot of homework, but when they asked, they found out that it was a teaching evaluation.
After finding out, the kids were more nervous than the uncles and aunts who participated in the teaching evaluation and the teachers who were waiting for the evaluation.
Fu Lanshan was worried that Mr. Fu would not be able to study next semester because of his messy writing.
He stood next to Lao Fu and stared at him as he wrote, "Please take your comments seriously. Don't take it lightly."
"Good reviews, all good reviews." The person involved, Mr. Fu, quickly clicked on a bunch of smiley faces and came to the feedback page.
He was too lazy to think of opinions and suggestions, and was about to write the omnipotent "nothing".
Fu Lanshan took action.
"No! If you don't fill in anything, what if the teacher thinks you have a bad attitude and don't actively cooperate with the school's work, and has a bad impression of you?"
Old Fu was in a hurry to play mahjong with his "electronic card friends" and said perfunctorily: "You are just worrying about nothing. I know my own weight."
"I get into trouble every day at school, and I'm thankful that the school didn't kick me out. This shows that the teachers are kind and easy to talk to."
"How could they dislike me just because I don't comment on my teaching? Teachers are all kind and generous. Don't judge them by your own standards."
It would have been better if Old Fu hadn't said anything. As soon as he said that, Fu Lanshan became even more anxious. He had been in the business world for many years and was used to considering risks first. After thinking about it, he felt that the situation was even more serious, so he decided to "force" Old Fu to write.
"Don't make excuses for yourself. The opinion column cannot be left blank. Write down the good points."
Old Fu's cell phone was snatched away by his son, and he was forced to quit the mahjong game he had just started. He became rebellious and pouted his lips in displeasure: "You insist on me writing, right? You're so cruel, so don't worry about what I write."
He lowered his head and wrote quickly on the handwriting keyboard.
When Fu Lanshan took a look, his eyes went dark again.
Lao Fu commented on the poetry teacher: "The lectures are so good that it makes me jealous and dissatisfied!"
Comment on Hulusi teacher: "He is 20 years younger than me, but he dares to be so much more handsome than me. I don't like him!"
Comment on the Chinese painting teacher: "My older son, who is almost 30 years older than me, found a girlfriend first. I'm jealous. Bad review!"
Fu Lanshan, a man who had lost more than 29 billion yuan without changing his expression, gnashed his teeth at his own father and said, "I am 30, not . Please be more serious and change it back immediately. I will watch you change it. This is very important to me!"
Fu Lanshan, who did not believe in gods or Buddhas, prayed to heaven, asking the school not to expel his father.
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Teacher Li, who shared the same pain as Fu Lanshan, also earnestly advised his father, Uncle Li, to write well.
Uncle Li crossed his legs, feeling that he had the power of life and death. He raised his chin towards Teacher Li and said, "Son, do you want me to give you a good review for your class?"
"I'm very strict. It's not easy to get good reviews from me. Otherwise, if you beg me, I'll consider it."
He looked at Teacher Li meaningfully, hoping that he would say something.
Teacher Li rejected it directly, "You didn't sign up for my class, so I can't give you a review."
"You should write the evaluations of other teachers honestly. Don't try to be lazy. I will be watching you all the time."
"Give me some face and cooperate with my work. Don't let me lose face in front of my colleagues."
Of course Uncle Li wouldn't listen, but Teacher Li kept persuading him and even helped him write the draft.
Teacher Li knows that the results of teaching evaluations are actually not that important, and they are anonymous, so the teacher doesn’t know who wrote the evaluation.
But there are not many people like Uncle Li whose writing has a distinct abstract style.
He doesn't sit in the office, and his frequency of going to school is all due to Uncle Li. He doesn't want to be the object of ridicule by his colleagues again.
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On the other hand, there are those who are eager to help.
Aunt Zhong's daughter Cai Yunyun was holding some fruit and standing beside the desk eagerly. She stretched her neck as if inadvertently, trying to read what Aunt Zhong was writing.
"Don't hang around in front of me if you have nothing to do. It makes me upset." Aunt Zhong waved her hand impatiently and drove Cai Yunyun out.
Cai Yunyun stood on tiptoe and moved closer to the desk. She was full of curiosity about what Aunt Zhong had written. "Mom, you are writing a review for the teacher. Do you want me to help you polish it? I am very good at writing reviews. Give me the pen and I will help you write it."
"Don't do that. When you were in junior high school, you signed your own final notice and wrote your own comments. You copied from someone who was about your age and personality."
"You wrote 'I hope my child can develop the good habit of tidying up his toys by himself.'"
"Your teacher specifically mentioned my name at the parent-teacher conference and asked me to pay more attention to my child. He asked me why I was still using the comments from kindergarten when I was already in junior high school."
"I am so wronged. My handwriting is not that ugly."
Cai Yunyun hugged Aunt Zhong's arm and acted coquettishly: "Just let me see what you wrote. I'm so curious. I'll just take a look. I won't tell anyone."
Not only the children are curious, but the teachers are also curious.
On the day the results came out, the teachers all looked carefully at their computer screens.
Several teachers held their breath and prepared themselves mentally before opening the page.
After all, we have been teaching the uncles and aunts for almost a semester, and we still care about their evaluation of us.
The uncles and aunts gave serious and heartfelt comments, which moved several sentimental teachers to tears.
Mr. Huang from the Chinese painting class held his head in his hands and was so moved that he cried.
An aunt in Teacher Luo's class wrote a long review for her. She was reading it seriously and pushed Teacher Huang away with disdain, "You are too noisy. Be quiet and don't disturb me. Otherwise, stay away from me."
Lin Qinglan also received her teaching evaluation results.
Aunt Liang wrote her a short five-character poem. In just 20 words, it expressed her gratitude and wishes to Lin Qinglan.
Aunt Du took a photo of the handwritten letter and uploaded it.
The picture uploaded by Aunt Zhong also included a cartoon.
Mr. Fu and Uncle Li also expressed their feelings about the semester in a rare serious manner.
Whether long or short, the words of the uncles and aunts were full of sincerity.
Lin Qinglan felt sad. Starting a senior citizen university was the entrepreneurial direction given by the system. She used her own experience and ideas to make the road wider and wider.
I gained touching moments and a group of sincere people along the way.
After reading dozens of messages one by one, Lin Qinglan's heart was filled with emotion and joy.
As the first person to feel Lin Qinglan's emotions, Xiao De cried before her, and played music in Lin Qinglan's mind while crying: "Host, I am so moved."
She planted a tree, and this "tree" grew and remained evergreen with hope.
Tomorrow is even more exciting.