The teacher's words stuck in my heart like needles, and my heart was about to drop blood. I'm bored, I'm helpless! I obviously finished the composition assigned by the teacher, but I didn't bring it. Why doesn't the teacher believe me? Why do you criticize me with such vicious words? Moreover, those words were recorded by a tape recorder and played at the maximum volume over and over again in my mind.
Get out of the house and go to the suburbs for fun.
As I walked, I thought about that morning.
Yesterday, I almost stayed up until ten o'clock to finish the composition assigned by the teacher. It was very late to get up the next morning, so I hurried to school without breakfast. I rushed to school, my neck red and panting. Before I sat on the stool, the class representative came to collect my homework. I rushed in a notebook.
After class, the teacher said to me, "The party is on the rocks. Please come to the office with me."
The teacher took out my exercise book, stared at me and asked, "Is this your composition?" The eyes, full of doubt and anger. I blushed and said falteringly, "Teacher, I ... I staggered this book." I went back to the classroom for a long time, but I couldn't find my composition book. What are we going to do? I'm as anxious as ants in my pants. I have no choice but to go to the office again. My face is redder and my words are less fluent: "Old …". . Teacher, I ... I didn't bring it. "The teacher rolled his eyes and looked at me with contemptuous eyes:" I have taught for so many years, not for nothing. "I don't know your student's tricks. If you don't do your homework, say you didn't bring it. Even the children in kindergarten know this trick. Can you fool me? Honestly, didn't you write it? " "Teacher, I ... I really want to write. "I almost cried, I choked up." Oh! Not only do you not do your homework, but you also don't tell the truth. How can a careless and dishonest student like you get such good grades? Oh, that's ridiculous! "Say that finish, the teacher gave me a contemptuous look again.
My mood at this time is neither anger nor sadness. It's a feeling that I can't even say, and it's a mixture of many emotions. Among them, there are anger, sadness, helplessness, distress, and more confusion about the teacher ... When I returned to the classroom, I was surprised that I didn't cry, but touched my face, which was wet. Taste it with your mouth. It is salty. Is that sweat? No, that's tears.
Snowflakes continue to float, but they seem to be getting smaller. But my heavy heart is not easy at all. Because today, I was criticized.