a memo

Chapter 1 Contradictions
The overall grades of the class in the first monthly exam of the first year of high school were not ideal. It happened that the two days of the exam were too busy, and we didn't pay much attention to the cleaning of the dormitory.In fact, other dormitories are not very hygienic, but our dormitory is the worst, so on the night of self-study after the exam, the homeroom teacher directly "knocked up" our dormitory, so-called killing chickens to scare monkeys.It can be seen that he was very angry, and he got very angry. I can't tell the specific mood at that time, but I just remember that I felt very wronged and shed tears for a long time.The head teacher asked one by one if we knew we were wrong, and asked us to stand outside and think clearly before going back to the classroom.

It was early October, and the wind blowing in the corridor at night made people shiver.We really stood for an evening self-study, and the get out of class teacher came to ask after class, thinking about what was wrong, what to do in the future, thinking about going back to the classroom, and thinking about going home.

My roommate said he had thought it through, or simply kept silent, and asked me about it, and I said something directly, and I went home and thought about it.

"What? What are you talking about?" The head teacher was obviously surprised. He didn't expect that someone would actually say go home, "Call your mother over tomorrow."

"If you call my mom, call my mom. I'll call tonight and ask my mom to come over tomorrow." I replied without thinking. I don't understand why the dormitory is not cleaned properly. With such a fire, the students in other classes after class still look at it all the time. Now it is said that it is the scene of a large-scale social death.

It may be that living in school is too depressing, it may be that the cold wind blowing all night is too wronged, or it may be that I did not do well in the monthly exam, and I always called my mother back and forth in the dormitory. I don't know too well, the dormitory aunt came over and said to me, don't cry, the child, and speak slowly if you have anything to say.

On the other end of the phone, my mother asked me what was the matter while telling me not to cry, and then said that I would come to school tomorrow, and then the call was up in 3 minutes, I hung up the phone, wiped my tears and went back to the dormitory.

That night, we scolded the class teacher for a long time.

The mother hung up the phone and started calling the class teacher. The general content was, I am sorry to disturb the teacher so late. I just received a call from the child. The child said that he was called out today because he was too busy with the exam and did not clean the dormitory carefully. It's a question, isn't it?

The head teacher confirmed the matter and asked my mother to come to school the next day to have a good talk.

The next day, my mother rushed over from the urban area early in the morning, and the head teacher came to the class and asked me to go down together.

"You talk to my mother, I don't want to talk to you." I left the next sentence and walked back to the class.

When my mother saw the head teacher, she first apologized for me and said that I was ignorant and said a lot of radical things, and then told the head teacher after hearing the details, I know that children should not be too sloppy with dormitory hygiene, even if they have to review for the exam, they should not slack off, But has the teacher ever thought that children at this age need to save face, and girls have thin skins, so pulling a few of them out in front of the whole class will embarrass them, and they should be criticized if they are wrong, or some appropriate I don't think there is any problem with the punishment, but I hope the teacher can choose a more appropriate way to communicate with the children.

Mom should have said a lot more, but that's all she told me.

After my mother left school, the head teacher apologized to me, saying that his method was wrong, and I also apologized that it was our fault for not doing a good job of hygiene, and I will pay attention next time.

The talk of the dorm that night turned to other gossip.

At that time, we were very vengeful and sensitive, but we were particularly forgetful about some things.

When I recall this incident now, I just feel dumbfounded and a little unbelievable. How could I cry for so long because of such a small thing? I was still in the corridor of the school. Why did I call my mother over because of this kind of thing? I really had a long time of theory with the head teacher.

Time is really a magical thing, it allows me to laugh out many emotions and things that I am so angry and wronged to death at a certain moment.

Part of the content is excerpted from: Diary on 2018.10.10

　Kindergarten writing, sorry.

　　
　
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