Girl's penalty station

It is normal for teachers to punish students. Some punishments are to love and hate iron and not to produce.

However, some people are full of blood and their hearts beat faster every time they think about it.

It's been over twenty years. I was beaten by that rogue male teacher. I didn't know it would hurt. I'm numb all over. I hate him. Although I was only in the fourth grade at that time, the experience of that day made me remember so clearly every time, including what kind of weather. And I still remember that I knelt down and encouraged me to punish him twice when I grew up (because he was a male teacher, he always put the two most beautiful female classmates on his lap after class, often) face to face. At that time, children over eight years old were ignorant and nobody cared, but the ugly female classmates were beaten, which hurt as much as the male classmates, even more than the male classmates. I remember a very dark female classmate standing behind her, grabbing the two shoulders behind her with her left leg (the teacher is in her early twenties) and pushing the female classmate's back with her greatest strength. I lost my study in an instant, and my mouth was full of blood. Now my typing luck makes me tremble, because the enthusiasm in my head is boiling and the reward is stiff. You are very happy in this era. At that time, teachers in remote rural areas had that kind of thing with female students in the classroom. Maybe you want to ask me, did you go to see him when you grew up? I have been ambivalent all these years. In fact, he worked as a classroom for two years and graduated from normal school for the first time. It was our class that moved to another city because of Zhang's handsome marriage, but I couldn't forget that shadow and gave me a different childhood. Although we separated, this matter has always been in my heart. Although I am already the owner of a car dealership, I can't forget it. If I want to meet him, I believe I have the ability to meet him, but I have always been ambivalent. . . . . . . . If it weren't for you, maybe I wouldn't have thought about it for a long time, but I always have to understand that this ending depends on me. Maybe there are too many reasons why I have experienced wind and rain over the years. I think I will meet him one day, but the most likely result is to talk about the impact of his original mistakes on my life. Do you know how important self-confidence is for a child who is in a difficult family? It is also something that every poor child values, but he is so contemptuous that I will humiliate him. Maybe I will bring many people, including my classmates, to talk about his years in front of his children and grandchildren. . . . . . Am I immature? I'm not sure whether my success today has anything to do with him. If so, I would appreciate it. I'm not sure whether 17 has anything to do with his small achievements since he left home. If so, what should I do? As a post-70 s, I want to ask (can I call you sister? What do you think I should do? Suppose I can do anything! Would you please answer me? I have never mentioned this to anyone for more than twenty years!