Child’s class teacher (on)

Author: wenbu
Word count: 30062

This head teacher is not my own head teacher, but that of my unlucky child. In today’s society, if you want to take care of your old age well, you have to have a baby girl, China Merchants Bank and China Construction Bank have endless stalks, which reflects the desire of most people to have girls from another aspect. I’m the same, I’m sad that I’m not a daughter, and I’ve got an even worse child.
The day he was born, I was not very happy, and even crushed the note with the girl’s name on it with my palm. As expected, the boy grew up mischievously. I played the image of a loving father at home, but my mother spoiled and indulged her son too much, and he was like a playboy when he was young.
Since the day we went to school, apologizing to others has become our daily routine. One day I touched the child with my hands, and the next day I made up a jingle to make others cry. My mother’s too lonely character caused the apology to be done by me. That kind of humble look, looking at people’s faces, couldn’t be more in line with her own slavishness. The entire kindergarten stage was spent in the struggle, and in a blink of an eye I arrived at elementary school. Before, the teacher in the kindergarten was very unhappy. Just because the teacher pinched the child’s arm, the mother, who was eager to love her child, went to the yard to make a scene hysterically. In the end, both sides suffered. The teacher resigned and we transferred to the kindergarten. Forget the past. Elementary school is different. A teacher has to accompany the child for six full years. What I need to do is how to fully interpret the humility.
The first time I met his class teacher was at the parent meeting of the entrance ceremony. She was a girl who had just graduated from a normal school. She was young, her teeth were slightly irregular, and she was dressed in a village style. She didn’t fit in with this prestigious school. We look forward to the bear child becoming a different and well-behaved person under her teaching. But the dog can’t change the meaning of eating shit. The child seems to understand that the new teacher is the one with the lowest status in the grade. He talks to others unscrupulously in class and disturbs the teacher in class. The teacher patiently and tirelessly called us. Of course, in order to prevent the lonely girl from continuing to conflict with the teacher, the burden of connecting with the teacher finally fell on me. No, I’m going to be called a parent again. I was so angry that I wanted to kick the sapling beside me. I began to understand the hatred in my parents’ hearts when I was called a parent when I was a child.
The child was playing in the corridor without any remorse. When I saw him, I would not be angry. If it weren’t for the school environment, I really wanted to beat him up. I approached and scolded him. He rolled his eyes and walked away. He didn’t care about me as a father. Perhaps, this is also m’s retribution, I am the kind of person who can’t completely separate life from sm, and it’s not inseparable in the traditional sense, but too weak a character, which caused me to have no edges and corners in dealing with others. This is probably how the so-called good people are bullied.
I knocked lightly on the door of the office and signaled the brat at the door to go away. The weak, but irresistible voice came out through the crack of the door, “~please come in”, I opened the door and went in, and recognized the small, slightly village-like her at a glance. To my surprise, I hadn’t seen her in a few months, and her teeth were completely straightened and white. The proper makeup neither lost the style of “being a teacher”, nor was it so coquettish and artificial. It was appropriate and appropriate, which made my legs weak. M is such a despicable creature. When I meet a beautiful girl with aura, I can’t help but want to kneel down. Coupled with the blessing of my profession and formal attire, my false shell is being peeled off layer by layer. She didn’t give me a good face, crossed her legs, and said contemptuously: “You are the father of xx? The child is well educated.” My face turned red, on the one hand, I felt insulted by being reprimanded, and on the other hand, I was also angry because of this prodigal son. “I’m sorry, teacher, I can’t discipline well, can you briefly tell me what’s going on with the child”, “You didn’t ask him well at home, don’t you know what he is like at school”, I, Cao, of course I don’t know, or I would be dragged here by you? I didn’t dare to say that, although I had this kind of thought in my heart, but it was extinguished by the aura brought by the little figure in front of me in an instant. “I, I, teacher, it’s because we didn’t do well.” The teacher motioned me to stand closer, and told me about all kinds of bear children in school. Occasionally, one or two spittle stars splashed on my face without being noticed, and the feeling of spring breeze made my thoughts stop abruptly. Just like that, I was standing and she was sitting. She didn’t think of finding a chair for me to sit next to. The powerful aura that she carried made me shiver. She raised her head, her neck seemed to be a little sore, she moved it a little, and then she rattled. Normally, I would probably go up and squeeze my shoulders and feet. Seeing how cheap I am, I really look like I am trembling. I knelt down on one knee, bent down quietly, and let the top of my head fall slightly below the level of her eyes. This is a skill I learned in the office. Some new colleagues like to adopt this posture when they talk to old comrades. They are respectful and not humble. I am smart and I learned it all at once and put it into practice. The teacher seemed to be very satisfied with my performance, and the slightly downcast expression gave me such a reverie. I didn’t listen to even a word she said. When the tone was serious, I lowered my head slightly like a child who made a mistake. In fact, it was not shame and repentance, but to look at the part below her knees. She was wearing small white shoes, and the white socks were looming on the edge of the shoes, blocked by wide-leg jeans. To be honest, this is not a qualified attire for a teacher. In my impression, teachers should all appear in formal attire, and she. . . But the more casual the dress, the effect caused by the contrast with the profession, became the fuse that detonated me. I could feel the thing under my body ready to move, but fortunately, the proper posture would not let her notice it.
“xx dad, xx dad, are you listening? “The teacher’s words interrupted my daydream, “I,,, I’m listening” I hurriedly explained, how could this escape her eyes, “No wonder