discrimination and competition
It happened when I was in the third grade of elementary school. One friend was good at studying and had a perfect heart. His parents were great, and he was always the top student. One friend was tall, her hair was always dry, and she was quiet. Her clothes were always shabby rather than modest, and I don't think I talked to her very much. One day, my teacher read us a diary. It was a diary of a tall friend who made her clothes dirty.
The friend who is always good at studying is her only friend. The other friends don't play with her because they're bad at studying, but the only friend who talks to her is that friend… For example, the friend who was a loser in her childhood wrote praise in her diary for the good friend who was good at studying, and the teacher read it to us all. So far, I can feel the heart of pure young children.
The teacher, who adored and praised me very much, hated and embarrassed me in front of my friends. After the end of the school year, I gathered the class leaders and gave them gifts, except for me. I heard the reason from my mother: My parents didn't give the teacher the money my classmates collected. These days, I grew up with situations that make no sense but are ignorant and make no sense. The teacher complimented her because her parents bought her flowers once a week and delivered them to the teacher regularly to secure her money. With water, she was an adorable and thoughtful friend.
This mischievousness started to disappear in high school. The college entrance exam was fair. It's just in the order of grades. But a few teachers in my childhood didn't make sense like this. How are they living now? Those who hurt the hearts of young children who just wanted to be loved must have been hurt by someone, right?
How much have they affected my life? I'm just laughing and pressing on this keyboard, but spirits still haven't escaped the wounds.