The teacher who gave me the worst memories appeared in 1997.
At that Time I was in second grade, and my Family had just moved into the city not long ago, so it was like the countryside had just seen the world. At that time, the telephone was not yet popular, and there was no WeChat parent group. People’s teachers who wanted to meet Parents generally took two approaches. The first is to speak to the student himself, to meet the parents; the second is more serious than the first, entrusting a classmate who lives nearby or in the same unit compound – and this classmate must often be a top student – to bring a message to the parent, asking him to come to school.
One day near the end of the school day, our class teacher came in with a gloomy face, I thought it was bad. It may be telepathic, the odds are that this has something to do with me. The class teacher was teaching language, is a small old woman in Nanjing, surnamed Zhao, now has almost reached the age of retirement. This afternoon, a random check of what the alphabet, there are seven or eight people did not mime out, I am one of the glorious seven or eight people. At that time, her old man was furious, said you do not leave after school, recite it before leaving. The company’s main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.
Sure enough, Mrs. Zhao, in line with the principle of doing what you say you will do, came to withhold people before the end of school. Others went first, we seven or eight people, standing in front of the podium in a row, shaking their heads ow ow ow back. This form is actually not difficult, about ten minutes I already know it by heart, can mime.
The old lady Zhao is not in a hurry, just sit there and watch. I simply did not have the desire to perform, the book to the podium a spread, dry standing. Other people have been reciting it one after another, and told her that they could already recite it. She also did not have a statement, and kept looking out the window, meaning that you continue. Look at the look, a person came into the classroom. I look, big deal, is my mother personally came.
See my mother came, Mrs. Zhao stood up, and then received into the classroom. It was not long before she became our teacher, so she may still need to familiarize herself with some. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, she left the others to one side and took me out alone, and then counted my old man in public. The words are very hard to hear, again my people to the class dragging the footsteps, and how I put the collective honor out of mind. Then counted down to my family head, said, like I such students, is typical of someone raising no one to teach, balabala how how ……
The first time I heard the Nanjing dialect, I was reflexively skinned. The most important thing is that you have to be able to get a good idea of what you’re doing. Later I told her, not my character problems, I’ll tell you a story about the Nanjing dialect ……
In front of those seven or eight people, my mother and I, the head of the white face ate a scolding. As this matter started with the problem of my backing, there seems to be nothing worth arguing. After Mrs. Zhao’s whining, let us go back to reflect, my mother took me expressionless and left. Then like a pardon, let several other people hurry Home.
On the way back my legs shivered, thinking back to the miserable, to be repaired. When I got home, my father was waiting for us at home and asked what happened. My mother said, nothing happened, and then the usual dinner, homework, sleep. This night, as normal Life, and nothing happened.
Soon after that incident, Mrs. Zhao treated me surprisingly well, and I soon forgot about the experience. If I remember correctly, that was the only time that Mrs. Zhao was my teacher, with parents.
Twenty years have passed since this incident. Once I had dinner with my mother, I don’t know how to talk about this incident, my mother asked me if I remember. I thought for a while and said yes. She said, “Do you know why your teacher Zhao was so angry at that time? I thought to myself, it’s just an alphabet that I didn’t memorize, so why get so angry?
I asked, why?
My mother said, when I saw her, I knew why. The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you’re doing. So that day called your classmates to bring parents, looks like because you failed to memorize the book, in fact, is looking for my trouble.
In the spring of 1997, the flu was a pandemic in our city, and the emergency rooms of all the hospitals were filled with people. At that time, my mother also worked in the emergency room, and it was so crowded that even the corridors of the clinic were filled with patients waiting for their hang-ups and injections. In her words, she was so busy every day that she could only run and not walk to work. And my dear teacher, Mrs. Zhao, had a temper tantrum because she didn’t receive extra preferential treatment at the workplace where the student’s parents worked.
My mother said again, I talked to your father that night about how to deal with this matter. We asked some people to say hello to Ms. Zhao. The next time she came to the hospital to see or do business, I accompanied to do, finally your second grade year to spend away.
I feel incredible. The first thing you need to do is to find the old thing. I probably know which neighborhood she originally lived in, but that area has long been demolished. So I contacted the elementary school, and found out that Mrs. Zhao had retired to Nanjing around 2000. Then through the relationship of former classmates, asked the whereabouts of Mrs. Zhao.
Around 2015, the person was no longer there.
Later I occasionally thought of this matter, even if I find old Mrs. Zhao face to face to settle accounts, how can it? I think it’s just a matter of her being a little bit weird, but also as a way to return the favor. The interval of some twenty years seems inexplicable. However, how many of the students she took with her who were maligned and struck down because of her own selfish thoughts were consumed for no good reason? They would even think that the teachers must have been doing them a favor, right?
I, myself, harbor deep hostility to such motives and behavior, and given that Mrs. Zhao is no longer with us, then I will have to never forgive. Until a sincere and complete apology emerges, all understanding is in tandem with doing evil.
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