Who is the last person you want to see in your life?

I always find it difficult to hate someone. I always like to look at anyone with a good attitude, but in this life, you will always meet some people you don't want to see again in this life. Many times, such a person has nothing to do with love, but a passer-by in your life.

The last person I want to see should be the head teacher in my high school. When I was in junior high school, I always felt that the head teacher was in charge of too much and always liked to do my ideological work, which was very annoying. But after I went to high school, I realized how good it was to have a class teacher like junior high school.

It's been two years since I graduated from high school, but I still can't forget what the head teacher did. What I remember most is that I almost didn't take the entrance examination in our province. Our class is a key class in the school, and my grades are not very good. I have been at the bottom of my class. I also know that the class teacher won't like me as a result, but I don't ask him to like it, just ask him to treat us fairly. But he didn't. I always thought that the head teacher would change in high school. As a result, I was his head teacher for three years.

I am the only art student in my class, but in the eyes of our class teacher, art students are rubbish and can do nothing. Actually, none of this matters. Everyone has different views on art and sports, but he doesn't tell me all the information about art and sports. He didn't tell me the news the school asked him to forward to me. I almost didn't even apply for the joint exam recently. Because of this, I was angry and cried.

Besides, I came back from the art exam and took the monthly exam. At that time, my classmates' grades dropped, and he directly pointed the reason at me, saying that it was because my coming back had affected them. I was so dumb that I ate Rhizoma Coptidis. He immediately transferred me to the last row. In fact, none of this matters, but he always looks at people with prejudice.

When he learned of my art test results, he even scolded me in front of the comprehensive class because my broadcast didn't cross the line. What's more, it's particularly ugly to scold, saying what you have tested, being worthy of your parents, and so on. I am really wronged, and then I have been crying silently. Really, I seldom cry, but he has problems as a teacher.

Once in the first year of high school, he was drunk, so we also had classes on Saturday. Then we are his class in the morning. As a result, he was not only late, but also smelled of alcohol when he arrived at the classroom. He asked us to take out our exercise books and contact the topics ourselves. We didn't know what happened to him at that time, and then he fell asleep on the platform. I am also very touched. This is the first time I have met such a teacher.

I really don't want to see him again in my life, although I'm over it now.