Chapter 6 — Protect Your Children

The announcement was written very formally. But the parent group exploded again. Someone asked who will be in charge of the class in the future. Some people worry that their children's education will be affected. Someone finally spoke up: "Today my child came home and admitted he laughed along with me yesterday. He said he now knows he was wrong and wants to write a card to apologize to Tri Ha." Hua Thanh Nghien sent a text message: "You can apologize, but don't ask Tri Ha to forgive immediately." Seeing that sentence, my heart warmed. Han Ky Minh's father also sent: "Recommend that the class rebuild the rules of reminders between friends. Remind behavior, do not label people; remind privately, do not publicly humiliate; teachers must be an example of respect." Behind this message, one after another, people clicked like. At eight o'clock in the evening, Lo Minh Vien's mother sent me a private message: "I spoke a bit harshly today, sorry. Mainly I'm afraid it will affect my child." I looked at the three words "mainly", but didn't immediately answer. She sent again: "Just now T. Tu Hang said he also shouted two sentences yesterday. He said Ms. Hua laughed so he thought it was right to do so. Now I suddenly feel very scared." "I will tell him to apologize to Tri Ha. I will also make it clear in the group that from the beginning I should not advise you to be patient." I replied: "Please don't force the child to perform apologizing. First of all, let him understand where he went wrong." She replied once. words: “Okay.” That night, Tri Ha could not sleep peacefully. In the dream, the boy shouted "Don't vote for me", then woke up startled. I sat by the bed and wiped my child's sweat. The first question the boy asked after waking up was: "Mom, will Ms. Hua still make me read the commitment?" I brought the commitment in front of the boy. Right in front of my child, I tore the paper into four pieces. Not in anger, but very slowly, very firmly. "No more. This piece of paper has no value." Tri Ha looked at the scraps of paper, her eyes gradually brightening. "So do I still have to change my hygiene habits?" I smiled. "Yes. After eating, you must wipe your mouth, tissues must be put in the trash, and the desk drawer must be cleaned every week. This is a living habit, not because you are disgusted." The boy seriously nodded. "I'm not disgusted." "That's right." I am. said: "I just have a few things to practice. Everyone has them." The boy lay back on the pillow and asked in a low voice: "So does Miss Hua also have things to practice?" I rubbed his forehead. "Yes. She needs to practice how to respect children." Three days later, the school announced that I was coming to participate in a small-scale exchange. This time the meeting did not take place in the moral education room but in a small meeting room next to the principal's office. Hua Thanh Hoan was also present. She had no makeup on, her face was tired, and a printed explanation was placed in front of her. The principal spoke first: "Mother Tham Tri Ha, the initial verification process has been completed. Ms. Hua did have inappropriate leadership behavior, not promptly preventing the offensive expression and publicizing the student's personal problems." He spoke very slowly, each word was extremely careful. "The school decided to cancel teacher Hua Thanh Hoan's eligibility to vote for this year's competition, temporarily suspend her from the position of homeroom teacher and put her in a correction program. teachers' expertise and ethics. Classes 2-3 will be temporarily taken over by the assistant homeroom teacher and the grade group." I did not speak up immediately. These forms of handling are the responsibility of the school. Today I came here because of Tri Ha. The principal looked at Hua Thanh Hoan. "Miss Hua." Hua Thanh Hoan stood up, her fingers tightening on the paper. She looked at me first and then bowed her head. "Mom Tham Tri Ha, I'm sorry. My class management method has hurt Tri Ha, and at the same time created a wrong example for other children."I

interrupted her. "The person you need to apologize to is not me." Hua Thanh Hoan's face stiffened. The principal said: "Tri Ha didn't come today. We can record an apology video, or wait until the child is ready to meet the teacher and then apologize in person." I said: "No need for a video. The video will become another pressure. Please Ms. Hua write a letter of apology by hand, clearly stating three things: The vote was wrong, that label does not belong to the child and the commitment has been annulled."Hua Thanh Hoan raised his head, a look of difficulty flashing in his eyes. "I can write. But I still want to say that Tri Ha really needs to change her hygiene habits." The principal frowned. I looked at her and suddenly felt that she still didn't understand. She thinks that just by admitting the procedure was wrong, she can continue to put the child's problem on the table, as if doing so will preserve her last shred of righteousness. I said: "The boy will fix it." "But that will depend on me and the new teacher accompanying him. You no longer have the right to use the boy's shortcomings to prove that your educational method is effective." Hua Thanh Hoan's face turned white. The meeting room is so quiet that you can hear the sound of the air conditioner. Finally she sat down and wrote back a letter of apology. The letter was not long but clearly stated the three sentences that needed to be written.