She wronged me for writing a good ending, and he wronged me for writing

Ending: Are you going to forgive her or?

At the end of the semester, a second-grader's diary was a wake-up call. I remember it was a Monday morning, as usual, I came to the playground early to pick up the students, just out of the door, I saw a child in the distance who was my *** on weekdays, from time to time to turn back to talk, at that time, my anger did not come to a place. I thought:

I'm going to have to criticize him severely. So, I walked towards the line in a rage. When they saw me, the classmates who were speaking immediately relented.

It's just that his face was red and he lowered his head in embarrassment. When I came to the classroom, I went to class as usual, and the events of the morning were put aside for the time being, but in class I noticed that the classmate who was speaking was always restless, and did not even dare to look up at me. I know he's realized he's wrong.

I didn't pay attention to it, he was a kid after all. When class ended, I quietly called him to the front, and the teacher fell silent, and the rest of the children stared at me intently to see what I was doing to him. I know what you mean.

Because the person who speaks today is an example in everyone's hearts. In each selection, he has the highest number of votes and has been rated as the school's top three students for two consecutive years. I just told him to write a journal about this today and give it to me tomorrow.

The next day, he volunteered to hand me the diary. I thought he would write something like apology and repentance. After reading his diary, I was disappointed, saying that the teacher had wronged him without his own mistakes.

He also said that it would be better if his mother could transfer him to another school. I was immediately furious, it was really black and white, and in order to give him a step, I asked him to apologize to me in the form of a diary, which backfired. I angrily called him into the hallway and criticized him harshly.

Ask him to write a new journal and give it to me. He left tears of grievance. The next day, in order to perfunctory me, he still admitted his mistake.

It seems to be very unwilling. Afterwards, I also seriously reflected on myself, and this child's diary also thoroughly educated me. Teachers should completely change the way they think about teaching.

Think about it carefully, if a person is not a sage, who can be without fault? However, now I still can't let go of the dignity of my teacher. Always use your own ideas to instill in today's children.

For many years, students could only obey what they said to their teachers. If a student betrays a little, the teacher will not be happy, and he will be angry. Actually, it is still necessary to put down the teacher's shelf.

Listen to your child's voice. Quality education has made today's children dare to act. The children's personalities are already colorful.

Not bound by the teacher at all. Isn't it this kind of individual child that we want to cultivate? Isn't that also a success in education?

Reflecting on yourself, isn't this also a success?

No one will help you, and they won't be able to help you. Kids

My tablemate is a person who likes **. But one day, I wronged him.

One morning, my father gave me a gold fountain pen that I had just bought, and I was very happy and cherished it. The bell rings for class. We went back to the classroom to get ready for class, and after a while, the teacher asked us to write a workbook.

I wanted to see if the fountain pen my dad gave me was good, so I took out the pen and started writing. I had only been writing for a while, and my table mates saw my gold fountain pen. Without saying a word, he snatched my fountain pen from the floor in one fell swoop.

I was furious. Because he snatched my things without my permission. He played with my pen as a spinning pen.

I didn't dare to grab it, for fear that I would break it. That's why I didn't grab it. Who knows, because the speed of rotation is too fast, my pen suddenly flew out, I was so distressed, lying on the table and crying.

He hurriedly ran over to comfort me and promised to help me find a pen after class, and after class he found my pen, and I took it to see that the pen head was broken. He said: "I know of a pen repair shop, no matter what kind of pen can be repaired.

I believed him.

The next morning, he said: The pen has been repaired, but I forgot to bring it, I'm sorry. I didn't believe him this time and told the teacher, who taught him a lesson. After a while, his father brought the pen.

I was ashamed and apologized to him. But he didn't remember the villain, forgave me, and we became good friends again.