Earthquake, run

I was born in Guangyuan and never left Sichuan until I was in college, where I majored in teacher training.

The story starts in my junior year of college, 2008.

"When the earthquake occurred, I was reading a book in the dormitory, and at the moment of the earthquake, my hand shook and the book fell to the floor.

At that moment, there was a knock at the door, and the students in the next dormitory were shouting: "Earthquake, run!

In our dormitory on the sixth floor, the girl in my neighbor's bunk's face are white, legs are soft, we dragged her down, racked her first rushed out, I did not know how to think at the time, first to wear the clothes to take, a bag to take, but also took a few apples and two bottles of water, in doing these actions, the building is still shaking.

I thought at that time, that running down will take a long time, and the stairs are most likely to collapse, so it is better to prepare food and drink, even if the building really collapsed, the sixth floor is the highest floor, should also be the best to save, this food should be able to last for several days.

The shaking gap I went down the stairs, the students were instantly gone, there was no one in the hallway, the floorboards creaked, the walls crackled down, I ran while crying, and took the radio, a gift from my grandfather when I was in college.

One second I ran out of the building, and the next the building was crooked.

The open space in front of the building, crying into a piece, there are only wearing underwear, wrapped in a bath towel, someone squatting on the ground crying, someone running around, anyway, what look there, all are crying while shaking ...... about "5? 12" memories do not want to say more ...... many things can not be recalled, too sad.

What I want to say is that when I ran down from the sixth floor crying that day, I knew there was a realization rammed into my next life: life is really a one-time thing, I have to seize the time to live well.

There was no graduation ceremony for our class.

Although long ago to get a teaching certificate, a whole year after graduation, I did not look for a fixed job, only bounced around a few schools to substitute teaching or something.

I wanted to live well and do something for myself, but I wasn't sure how to do it, so I thought about it and finally decided to teach.

At that time, I didn't know why, but I wanted to go to the farthest and most difficult place to teach.

Due to my family's opposition, I was not able to apply for a place on the national mission, so I found a private mission organization on the Internet and planned to go to Yushu, Qinghai for one month. Fearing that my family would be worried, I only said I wanted to travel to Qinghai, Tibet, and Xinjiang.

My mother left early, my grandfather brought me up, I have never traveled since I was a child, he did not worry about me, so he went through the address book half the night, and gave me several emergency contact numbers.

I was very unimpressed, Xinjiang and Tibet I would not have gone, Qinghai's emergency contacts in my opinion is not very meaningful: it is said to be a distant relative's little brother, as a child also hugged me, his family traveled to Sichuan, took him to stay at my home for a month, when he was nine years old, I was just two years old. I said: Grandpa, this is not a joke? I hadn't seen distant relatives for more than 20 years, and there was no emotional foundation, so how could I be bothered with them?

Grandpa said: How can there be no emotional foundation? You don't remember, but you liked that little brother back then, tugging on his coat every day and running around, sleeping with him at night. He also likes you like it very much, either carrying you or hugging you, eating time is also he fed you ...... later when he left, you two almost cried to death in the past, life and death thia ...... grandfather said things I do not remember at all, he is old, can not let him Too worried, I pretend to be very obedient in the face of grandpa put that paper away, turn your head and throw it away, of course, can not contact me, revealing the true purpose of my trip how?

The organizer of the mission trip told me to go to Xi'an to meet him and go to Qinghai together.

I cooked a meal for my grandparents, said goodbye to my mom, and then took the train all the way to Xi'an.

I met the organizer in Huimin Street and we got to know each other over dinner.

The organizer's name was Lao Liu, and he said that he was teaching in some schools in Nangqian County, Yushu, Qinghai in his personal capacity, and showed me photos, saying that he and I would go to Xining first, stay in a youth hostel, and rest there and that there were some prospective teachers waiting for him to go into Nangqian together.

This old Liu is very enthusiastic and very talkative, but the more he said the more I will believe.

Perhaps my experience is too shallow, although he told me his deeds were reported by many media, but now I do not feel that this is a person who has been teaching in the mountains for a long time, he ordered something very prescriptive, this does not eat, that does not eat, the attitude of the waiter is very rude, not very respectful.

A person's nature is often revealed in the most detailed places, I really have no way to overlap this person in front of me and the image of the missionary volunteers in my mind together, a person with feelings and sentiments can be unconventional, but should always be a respectful person.

But I think Lao Liu should not be a liar, where there is when a liar so little attention to detail? I tried to talk to him about the children ...... should not be a liar, because he described the children's predicament in such detail, but also kept emphasizing that the children have the right to better education, and what we should do is to give the children a chance to change the trajectory of their lives.

Lao Liu's generous words dispelled any doubts I had at the time, and I decided not to waver and go to Qinghai with him. And so, we traveled all the way by train that day, from Xi'an to Xining.

When we arrived in Xining, it was still dark, and instead of taking me to the hostel by bus, he took a cab. I started to feel a little unhappy. Didn't I say that the children were in a very difficult situation? Why are they still spending money indiscriminately? That vague feeling of unease came back.

After taking a taxi to the hostel, this feeling is more and more obvious, old Liu very warmly and greets people, a look is to live here for a long time ...... but those who have said hello to him are meaningful look at me, I am young, do not understand what those eyes mean, but feel uncomfortable.

The first thing you need to do is to go to the couch and look at the luggage, and go to the bar and do the paperwork yourself.

I grew up hearing well, far away, vaguely heard him and the receptionist said: is together with the teacher ...... and then said something, but the voice is very low I can not hear. After a while, he came over with a key and said: with a separate bathroom only one standard room left, we have to squeeze a crowd.

He used that very natural tone as if boys and girls living in a room is a very normal thing.

My heart miso burned up a fire, I can hear them gnashing their teeth, but from childhood education is angry again to smile and talk, so I forced a smile and said: not so much, don't joke about it.

Old Liu may look at my face is not right, while playing harshly said: this is already a good condition, much better than the school, the school only a teacher dormitory, and so on to go after all the teachers regardless of gender are eating and living in a house.

He paused and said: you just think of it as an early adaptation to adapt to it.

I smiled and said: you're right, it is necessary to adapt in advance.

I walked to the front desk with my luggage and asked for a girl's bed in multiple rooms. The old Liu did not say anything, but their attitude toward talking to me was suddenly much colder.

The originally planned departure date was delayed, delayed by four or five days, Lao Liu said that because there are still people who have not arrived, it is said that a media reporter, to follow to experience life. I did not object to this, after all, he is the organizer, perhaps as he said, to recognize the significance of publicity coverage.

The rest of the prospective teachers I also saw, one of the boys is very strange, has been in bed, for three days in addition to eating is lying in bed playing games. Another female teacher-to-be was even a stranger, not bringing a book with her, but a bunch of lenses, an expensive SLR camera, and a tripod, so it was confusing whether she was there to teach or to create photography.

I tried to communicate with them and found out that they were all college students, the shortest of whom had only been teaching for a week and the longest for almost a summer, and none of them, except me, had a teaching certificate, and all of them were not teacher training majors. Of course, it's not that non-teaching majors can't teach, they can prepare lessons in advance and master a little bit of educational psychology, but when asked, they hardly had the concept of lesson preparation, and everyone said: that after arriving at school, they took the students' textbooks and looked at them.

This is not a mistake!

I ran to communicate with the organizer, Lao Liu, and asked him to organize everyone's lesson preparation and to reasonably allocate everyone's teaching direction, because it seems that everyone thinks they are suitable for teaching language, so who will teach math and who will teach art? ...... Lao Liu said: This is not something to worry about now, we will discuss it after we arrive at the school. In addition, teaching depends on enthusiasm, you better not hit the enthusiasm of the next person, we sacrificed the summer to come out to suffer, not to listen to the number of people.