(long time no see, my friends in this forum. I wrote these a couple of days ago, finally I decided to post it here)
>>>These days I read an article titled “why can not you forgive her?” in the Reader magazine. This article let me think of one thing happened to me when I was a pupil, furthermore, I begin to ponder on the relationship between students and teachers, what influence teachers have on students and as an example how important roles teachers play in molding students’ capacity and personality. >>>This article related a girl Yingzi Her confidence and dignity was ignored once again by her teacher, what’s more, her teacher dragged her red scarf , as a result Yingzi suffered a disease around her neck. From then on , little Yingzi ‘s trouble came. Her health is not good as well as her spirit. What make things worse, some of her classmates tailed after her and reported all of things about her to their teacher in order to flatter their teacher! Though finally by law Yingzi recovered , she said quietly “no, I will not forgive her” when a emcee asked her :”now everything is over, do you forgive your teacher?” I was moved by this sentence which reminded me of things happened around me. When I was a primary student of grade four, I was an popular student because of my top marks in each exam.. while one of my bosom friends who caught a kind of disease like phtisis was not liked by teachers on account of her low marks. I remember that time she cheated in one exam, maybe she plagiarized my or other students’ answers (I can not think about this detail well, but I will never forget that scene). That man, our teacher, grasped her ponytail and dragged her out of our classroom. He beat her saying some despising words to her such as “you are a idiot, do you want to cheat me?” I only heard my friends cried loudly first out of room, while he scolded her all along. Later on the voice of my friends changed to sob because she can not breathe smoothly through a long time cry.. I could feel how difficult she breathed by her voice. At that time, we took it for granted that teachers punished students when they made mistakes, so nothing happened to that teacher afterward. But my friend’s sobbing voice stayed in my heart forever!!!!!! >>>I talked about this article with one of my friends , she told me her experience(in order to make this story clear, I relate her experience in the first person). I was an introverted, sensitive girl and liked to cry when I was a child, so friends and neighbors called me “little Lindaiyu”. I met Teacher liu when I first entered primary school. Her appearance liked an angle while in my heart she was a monster! She did not like pupils like me, while she was kind to those students who could flatter her and whose parents were headers. Commonly she let me do some heavy work , while she chatted with other popular students when we were on duty. In addition, she praised those students but scold me in public. How much I wanted to let teacher liu like me at that time!!!!!!!!!!!A chance was coming, I was so exited to hear of it that students were required to denote some blank paper to print our exam papers. Early in the morning at that day I came school and put the best paper on teacher liu’s desk , then I waited excitedly. Of course she found that paper and said to all of us:” oh, who brought this paper? I am gratitude to you on behalf of all of our classmates”. Though she did not looked at me when she said these words, I was glad as if she praise the person who is me! At noon we were not dismissed because teacher liu in our classroom had a meeting. My cousin who studied in the same school with me waited for me outside our classroom to go home together. It was so cold that he had to wander back and forth to warm himself. In addition there was so many snow on the ground. I looked outside the window again and again with tears in my eyes worrying him. About one hour later, she called my cousin to come in and shouted at him:” why wait for her, she is not too foolish to go home alone!!” on the way to home, I cried bending over my cousin’s back. >>>>Fortunately, my considerate mom noticed that I was not joyful, so soon I transferred to another primary school. I met Teacher Su, an indeed angel in my heart. At that time she was about at her forties. She was like a mother kind to every classmate in her class. I got confidence and happiness from her and her class. two memorable things happened between us I would never forget! One time we met in a bus, that day I was cheerful with smile on my face because it was my birthday day and mom promised to celebrate at supper time. “ oh, why are you so joyful!” teacher Su asked gently.” Today is my birthday and mom promised me to cook a lot of delicious food for me today. (At that time I was in grade two, not in her class). At playtime one classmate told me that Teacher su waited for me in her office after class. I was so nerve that I did not learn anything that afternoon wondering why teacher sui wait for me. “ come in please, happy birthday!!!” a very very big cake appeared in front of me with these wishes when I came in teacher sui’s office. I armed that cake with tears and smile on my face to go home, in a bus I only taken care of that cake to make sure that nobody damage it. >>>I spent my summer vacation in my hometown when I was a junior student. I bought many fruit with the money I earn as a tutor on weekends to pay a visit to Teacher su. She was so surprised when she opened her house’s door. She had retired and was caring her grandson at home. At the first sight she was not a teacher but a grandma , housewife. I told her my study, my life in college. She found out our group photo and told me this one is who, and what happened to him in her class. I could feel her joy and noticed that she wiped her tears when she cleaned grape for me. She insisted on accompanying me so far when I had to say bye to her. I know ed tears in my face , but I did not dared to turn back. I dared I could not help going back and hugging my teacher to make her more sorrow.
Teacher, a holy call!!! I was tempted to write this.
2002.8.16
