Chapter 4 — Protect Your Children

I pushed open the back door and stepped inside. 2The classroom immediately fell silent. Dozens of children's eyes looked towards me. I didn't look at Hua Thanh Hoan but walked to Tri Ha's empty seat first. I picked up the commitment form and placed it face down on the table. "I do not agree to read this paper." Hua Thanh Hoan's smile faded. "Mother Tri Ha, right now it is a performance class. Please respect the classroom order." I nodded. "That's why I have to make it clear first. I'm not here to argue. I'm here to correct a wrong classroom order." In the row of parents, someone inhaled sharply. Lo Minh Vien's mother immediately stood up: "Mother Tri Ha, if you do that you will scare the children." I turned around to look at the children. "I will not blame you, nor will I ask who raised their hand. What happened yesterday is the responsibility of the adults who designed that activity, not the responsibility of the children who were forced to raise their hands." Several children bowed their heads. Hua Thanh Hoan's voice cooled down: "You are leading the children in the wrong direction." I looked towards the screen. "Miss Hua, if this is a demonstration class, please show the full original process of yesterday. What was written on the board, how were the candidates selected, who allowed that call to appear in the vote?" Hua Thanh Hoan immediately said: "There was no official vote as you said." "So this statistical chart is What?” “This is the result of reminders between children.” “What reminder?” She paused. “Hygiene habits.” I walked to the podium, pointing to the highest column on the chart. “If it's just hygiene habits, why did you say last night in the parent group that this was a 'funny way'? What's funny?” Hua Thanh Hoan pursed her lips. At that moment, Director Chu arrived. He stood in front of the door, behind him were the group leader and a staff member in charge of school affairs. Apparently someone had informed them about the situation in the classroom. "Let's stop first." Headmaster Chu walked in, his voice calm. "Miss Hua, the issue raised by the parents, you will explain it right here." Hua Thanh Hoan's face turned a little pale. But she quickly calmed down. "Yesterday, there was indeed a student who used inappropriate words. At that time, I didn't stop it in time, because I didn't think carefully. But the original purpose of the activity was good. Tri Ha's hygiene problem didn't just appear in a day or two." She turned the story back to Tri Ha. I asked: "What is Tri Ha's problem?" "The desk drawer is not clean, the clothes are dirty, there are tissues lying around." "Of these three things, which one needs a vote from the whole class?" She did not answer. I continued to ask: "What is the need for the boy to write 'in the future I will not let people feel that I am disgusting'?" In the class, there were parents who started talking in low voices. Hua Thanh Hoan looked at homeroom teacher Chu: "I didn't force him to write that sentence. It was the child's own misunderstanding." "So why did you criticize 'tomorrow sharing during class activities, receive your opinions'?" Principal Chu frowned. "What criticism?" I gave him the original commitment. After reading, his face clearly darkened. Hua Thanh Hoan panicked: "Headmaster Chu, this is just a special expression. Tri Ha's mother keeps holding on to a word and doesn't let go, which is very unfair to the class's work." "It's not just a word." Hua Thanh Nghien stood up. Her voice was a bit shaky but she didn't back down. "My daughter said the teacher forced each group to nominate a candidate. If she didn't raise her hand, she had to explain the reason. Last night she cried until midnight, saying she was both scared and felt sorry for Tri Ha." Hua Thanh Hoan looked at her: "Mom Niem Niem, you have to think carefully. It's normal for children to influence each other. Don't make her too sensitive." Hua Thanh Hoan's face looked at her.

go white. I walked to her side. "Miss Hua, now you are doing the same thing again." "What?" "Pushing adult pressure on children and parents." At this time, Han Ky Minh's father also stood up. He was not as agitated as Hua Thanh Nghien, he just gave the other paper to homeroom teacher Chu. "This is the process of events written by my son last night. He said that at that time the teacher said: 'This word is hard to hear, but it can make people remember for a long time.'" The blood on Hua Thanh Hoan's face gradually disappeared. "The words of an eight-year-old child cannot be considered evidence." Han Ky Minh's father said: "So in your excellent homeroom teacher's file, why did you say that?" Can the votes of eight-year-old children be used as a result?” As soon as the sentence ended, the whole class was completely silent. A mother who had always been silent raised her hand: "Yesterday my child also said it. He said that if he didn't vote for Tri Ha, he would have to say what he did worse." Another father frowned: "My daughter came home and asked, if all her classmates find her obnoxious, should she change schools? I thought she was just asking casually." Lo Minh Vien's mother panicked. "Everyone, don't let others lead. Ms. Hua is very hard at managing the class. We cannot negate all of her efforts because of one activity."