In order to show off their luxury, they can even throw uneaten food into the trash without hesitation.
Although I also did such a thing with the flow, I felt scared every time.
I think throwing away food is very bad behavior, but everyone takes it for granted.
I am the only one who is disturbed, and if I let everyone know that I am disturbed by this kind of thing, I will probably be laughed at, so I can only pretend that nothing happened.
In fact, my cousin was also disturbed before, but slowly, she began to assimilate with others.
Is this right or wrong?
I can't tell the difference when I'm still young.
In addition to food, I am also afraid of people like'teachers'.
I tried to recall several head teachers in the past, but I couldn't remember their faces.
Maybe I've never been enthusiastic enough to talk to them like everyone else.
At the beginning of the new semester, the school transferred fresh blood, and everyone liked the handsome teacher very much.
I think, I must change, get rid of the bad habit of being afraid of life, learn more from other classmates, and communicate more with teachers through extracurricular activities or playing games to catch goldfish.
The class was glad to have the young teacher as our head teacher.
He just wanted to be a down-to-earth old captain who would pilot everyone.
Even the usual mischievous male classmates obeyed him one after another, looked at him with adoring eyes, and looked forward to establishing a friendly relationship that could be boasted without him.
But...
But after a long time, dissatisfied voices began to come out of the class. As soon as the freshness passed, the good days seemed to be over.
For example.
He would delay getting out of class. He would call the home of a classmate with low grades very late. Say bad things. He would berate the girl who was talking secretly so loudly that the girl cried so hard.
When I came to visit my home, I didn't say much about me at all, but mostly talked about -
"Ah... your house is really spacious."
'We must participate more in school projects. '
"Booking books, outings must not be missed. Otherwise, you will be looked down upon and crowded out by others."
Although the conversation is full of smiles, once the conversation is over, the teacher will suddenly be expressionless.
At first I thought it was my own psychology, but I was really scared.
I was so afraid that even if I was retracting the quilt at home and was about to fall asleep, the teacher's expression appeared to the point where I would sweat profusely in an instant.
Because he didn't actively pay for the event every time as he wanted, I found that he seemed to hate me.
I used to belittle me in exchange for everyone's praise of him again.
I realized that it wasn't my psychological effect, but it actually happened.
