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15.11.2019 02:51
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Between a row of desks and a row of desks, it seems that there are rows of piano keys installed, and from time to time they jump out of the notes of the teacher and the students, filling the entire classroom, and pushing everyone's heart. My teacher has a habit of class, always likes to hold a textbook, walks around in the aisle in the middle of the seat, talks with relish, and likes to put his hand on the desk next to the aisle. She is talented and exported. Because my seat is next to the aisle, every time before class, I will combine the two books on my desk and make a gap in the outside of the desk, so that the teacher's hand gently leans. On the corner of the table. In this way, the teacher is more comfortable and more engaged in class. One day when I was in class, the teacher criticized me aloud because I had a few words with the classmates behind me. Her words, which were almost mean, suddenly provoked the anger of my heart and burned in my whole body. Why did she not criticize me and even criticized me like a cannon, I will no longer look at the teacher Newport Cigarettes Coupons. Every time before class, I deliberately piled up the books outside. During class, her hands were always unnaturally hanging or forked at the waist, and the lectures were not smooth. Looking at her prime, I am very happy and happy for my successful revenge. This lasted for many days. Finally, she invited me into the office. "Are you still mad at me because I criticized you last time?" I asked me as soon as I entered the door. I lowered my head and said nothing, maybe it has not completely lost the resentment in my heart. "If I blame you, you can say it, I can apologize to you." I still didn't speak, just lowered my head and pinched my clothes. "You have recently lost your grades. Is it because you didn't listen to me in class? The teacher doesn't want you to be like this. I don't want the teacher-student relationship to be so stiff, so please don't blame the teacher again, okay? The teacher is here. Apologize. "Apologize?" It is my fault, why... tears can't help but flow down. When I was in class the next day, I made another gap. The teacher��s hand was pressed again at my desk corner Wholesale Cigarettes. I took a closer look. Her hand was already covered with deep and shallow gullies, and was white chalk gray. Filled up, my mind seems to have emerged from the teacher's heart to guide me, and once again fell into deep self-blame. In the following days, I was surprised to find that let me out of space Cigarettes For Sale, aisle Many of the students on both sides are vacating the gap before class. What a wonderful note! |
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