I teach children in the middle class. Originally, our class structure was very good and the children could get along happily with each other. Just a few days ago, a child came, a little boy. This child is relatively introverted and not interested in class. I love talking to the teacher, and my performance was pretty good on the first day. It was my first day after all.
On the second day, I felt a little emotional, but it was a gift from my mother. I had a little temper, but it was fine after a while, and then it was fine at the end of the day. I was quite happy playing with other children.
On the third day, my grandma brought it. She started shouting loudly at the door of the classroom. I was getting water when I heard the sound. I put down my things and went out immediately. When I saw it, it turned out to be our new kid. We We brought the child over together. After grandma left, the child started to run outside. I quickly caught up with him, and he came over to grab me. My hands were covered with red marks.
Oh my God, I am speechless. I am so angry with myself. I'm so speechless! I am helpless! I feel wronged! It's not that I don't want to work in this industry. I was in a good mood after this incident. At the end of the day, I was quite depressed.
