
It was a sunny afternoon, and all the students in the class went to physical education class on the playground.
When everyone returned to the classroom, many students said that pens were lost, books were lost, and many other items were missing. I can’t remember the details clearly. Someone ran to tell the teacher, and everyone began to discuss who stole everyone’s things.
There is a female classmate who has always been poorly dressed and often looks sneaky. She doesn’t have many friends, doesn’t like to talk much, and her academic performance is average, so everyone’s focus is on her.
I forgot who reported it at the time, so the teacher rummaged through her schoolbag and desk. Children are children after all, and there are only so many places to hide things. Finally, we found the stolen things. I remember that I lost an 8-yuan mechanical pencil. There were other students’ erasers, rulers, books, and a pair of shoe covers in it, which also made the students dumbfounded.
I think this female classmate will naturally be called a parent. It is probably because of poverty or bad behavior habits that lead to such disgraceful behavior.
After that, many classmates were talking and pointing behind her, and fewer and fewer classmates played with her. For children, one mistake could lead to them being alienated from the group.
Theft is the most undesirable behavior and is despised by others. This behavior will be held legally responsible after adulthood. Therefore, in educating children, we must teach by words and deeds, and educate children from an early age to be a well-behaved person.
I don’t know what happened to that classmate later. My impression of her was just a theft incident in the class. I hope I won’t go astray.
People's childhood memories are usually very fragmented, and some classmates who are not very close to each other will only remember one or two things about her, and even forget her name, forget her appearance, and just remember some things about her. How sad it is to remember someone by a theft incident.
