She left and never came back. I stood alone in that room and walked aimlessly. I know that I was wrong about that, and I really regret it, I regret that I was too judgmental...
I still remember the first time I saw her, she was chatting with a few other girls, but... I only noticed the eloquent girl with pigtails next to her. To be honest, she doesn't look outstanding. However, I now realize that she is the most beautiful girl in the world, at least the most beautiful person I have ever seen. She has a pair of big watery eyes. Not long after she appeared in front of me, I scolded her and told her that snacks were not allowed here and that if she wanted to eat, please go outside. She didn't obey my order and said casually: I'll finish it soon! I know we just met and she's not afraid of me, which I totally understand. However, when I saw her disdainful expression and her unflattering face, I became angry, slapped the table, and shouted: If you want to eat, go out to eat! Another girl who was with her went out with her.
I regret it very much now. I feel that I was too reckless. Is there anything I can’t say calmly?
The second time, when she appeared in front of me, there were no snacks in her hand. Her companion asked curiously: Where is your KFC? Have they entered your belly? She looked at me, nodded towards her female companion, and was busy with her homework. Her companion went out and came back after finishing all the snacks in his hands. At that time, I was full of gratitude to her. I thought she was a smart girl who knew how to respect others. Although she was a girl with poor academic performance, I still gained recognition that I had never had before, especially It was the recognition that I just took over as the class that gave me motivation.
Only now, when she left, did I know that she respected me, but what about me? When did I think about it for her? Did you respect her?
One evening, when she appeared in a hurry, sweat dripping from her forehead, she put her schoolbag on the table, and then took out her homework one by one. When the schoolbag was empty, she was completely stunned. Then she raised her hand to me and I walked over slowly. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Teacher!" she said hesitantly, "I forgot my reference book..." "Which subject?" "Chinese." She answered me slowly and timidly. "Use this one! The teacher has it here!" I handed her the somewhat worn reference book I had on hand. At this time, she smiled, her previous nervousness swept away, she happily said thank you, and then immersed herself in reading. When school was about to end, everyone else had left, and she was the only one left. She was a little embarrassed, but she mustered up the courage to walk up to me. "Teacher, can I take this book back? I haven't finished my homework yet?" This time, she didn't stutter. I believe that my encouragement just now brought her one step closer to me. "No problem!" I said, "But I have to bring it to the teacher tomorrow!" She happily agreed, picked up her heavy schoolbag and left, not forgetting to say goodbye to me when she left.
I have complained to myself more than once, in the dark night, in the lonely corridor. It's me! It was me who gave her courage, but also killed and deprived her of it. Sometimes at night after a busy day, I always reflect on what I did wrong today. I shouldn't have said such words to irritate a child today. But, everything It was too late, when she left, that I realized my mistake.
The next day, she came with a blushing face and said to me: "Teacher, I forgot to bring the book. I will bring it over tomorrow, okay?" She was pleading with me, her watery eyes filled with tears. Guilt and uneasiness. At that time, the "National Day" would be the next day. I believe I was so busy that I had already forgotten that I would not have a class tomorrow. "No problem!" I said, "But I have to bring it over tomorrow! Remember!" She nodded heavily.
In a flash, the "National Day" was over. When she came, I asked her with a straight face, "Where are the books? Why didn't you bring them?" She stared at me in surprise: "The books "Teacher, I gave it to you!" When I heard it, I was confused: "When did you give it to me?" "I...I put it on that table..." Looking at the table in the lecture hall, "I put it there on National Day!" She blinked and stared at me, and her voice gradually dropped. "Where is it? Where is it? Why didn't I see it!" My hot temper came up again, and I yelled in a rough voice. She was frightened and stopped talking. She walked to her schoolbag and rummaged around for it. As a result, there was nothing in the schoolbag. "Let's do this!" I called her name, "You must have kidnapped her at home. Go back and look for her! I tried my best to calm myself down. "Don't think you don't want to give it to the teacher! "Someone in the class reminded me, and they were chattering. "No! It’s true that I don’t have it at home, I’ve looked for it! "She was so anxious that she was about to cry. I patted her shoulder and ordered others to keep quiet. "But look, there is really nothing on the teacher's desk! "I kept my voice as low as possible. She stopped talking again, and after a long time she said, "Teacher, I'll look for it when I go back!" "
Soon, in the next class of mine, she held two reference books in her hands. She was not worried and said happily: "Teacher! My mother bought two books, one for you and one for me to take. I can’t find the previous book and I don’t have it at home. "As soon as she finished speaking, she put down the book and returned to her seat. Holding the brand-new reference book in my hands, I didn't know what to say for a while, as if there was something stuck in my throat.
Within a few days , she never came to class again.
An English teacher asked me: How strange! That girl is so much more cheerful than before and has made great progress! Why don't you come? I asked a few girls who were close to her, and they said they didn't know where she was. There is no one in her family. It wasn't until later, when her parents came to pay the fees, that I found out that they had moved back to their hometown and she was studying there. Her mother also told me that she often praised my wonderful classes! After sending her parents away, I don't know how I feel in my heart. It feels empty as if something has been lost.
One day a month later, when I walked into the classroom for class, an old, somewhat torn reference book appeared on my desk. I looked around and saw countless pairs of eyes staring at me. "What's going on with this book?" I asked, flipping the book over and over again, and then I realized that I had found the book I had lost before. One student stood up and replied that he had picked up the wrong book and that he thought the school book was his own.
Only then did I realize that I had wrongly blamed her. ah! I wronged her! She is innocent! ah! It was me who encouraged her to study hard and gave her the courage to release herself. However, it was also me who killed her courage and the courage to be confident. How cruel I am! I'm thinking that those students may not be bad, they may just need an encouraging look from you, a trivial compliment, or an "excellent" that is not difficult to write... Maybe their lives will be completely different.