She Slapped the Wrong Teacher

Mom, stop. Please do not hit missus brown. You are just a piano teacher. Focus on your classes. and do not ask too much. I do not care. Teaching piano is just my passion. If i want, i could even make this whole school carry the brown name. Last week. after i find a student's mother's affair she says she will get me kicked out of the school. missus brown did you give this grade are you deaf i listened to last week's recording over 2 0 times my son is touch was at least 百 分 之 1 5 weaker than it should be and you still dare give him an a. she pulls out her phone. music reflects a person is character if the touch wrong the character goes soft do you want to turn jake into a useless man. This piece has 24 sections, three hits per section. I will hit you 72 times today as punishment. I let out a laugh from anger and take out my phone. I call vice principal mr. Ashford since when does our school allow parents to punish teachers? No one answers. I lower my phone and. look straight at her mrs. Mercer, this is class time. Leave my classroom now.

Not putting your hand out how does that feel. there is a camera here you should think this through. i do not care about it put your hand out right now if you still refuse i will hit you one hundred and fifty times today. shit. b this level deserves a b plus i just heard her at the door she missed several notes and the touch of both hands is different and you dare give a b plus you are ruining these kids 150 hits is too light 哦。 I will hit you three hundred times before you learn your lesson. Mom. Stop! Please do not hit Mrs Brown.

SHUT UP. Useless thing you cannot even tell right from wrong you dare stop me. play this piece again if your touch is uneven again even by one degree i will hit you one hundred times. only then do i realize jake the child who never even dares to lift his head in my class is not born timid living with a mother like this he must be trapped in fear from morning to night 哎。 Mrs mercer, music is art. For a child, what matters most is feeling and expression. It should not be measured by machine and selfexperi. a teacher like you encouraging this kind of nonsense, shut up.

Notes must be perfect, down to the smallest detail. In the mercer family, anything less than precise means shame. You turn my son into a useless child. Can you take responsibility for that? She actually pulls out her phone again, and opens the same audio analysis app. She points it at the piano, and watches the real time waveform on the screen, while she keeps cursing. At that moment, Mister Ashford rushes in. out of breath. What what is going on here? I step forward and explain everything from beginning to end. Lina. Go back to your office first. I WILL HANDLE THIS HERE. I stand there stunned watching as mr. Ashford turns around to face mrs. Mercer who is standing there with her arms crossed. His posture looks more like he is trying to calm her down than hold her accountable. I have no choice but to turn and leave.

I sit in the office for two full classes. The burning pain on my face comes back again and again, and the more i think about it, the more unfair it feels. By lunch break, mister ashford finally pushes the door open, slow and casual. It's settled. Mrs. Mercer has already left. How was it handled she hit me in front of everyone insulted me and abused a. child you are just a piano teacher focus on your classes and do not ask too much just remember this 哦。 When it comes to Jake in the future, don't take it too seriously. Just tolerate it, and it will pass. I almost laugh from anger. This is his solution, but looking at his face, I know arguing is useless. I swallow my frustration. Tomorrow is Saturday. I decide I will wait until Monday to find Jake and ask how he is doing. But I never expect this early Saturday morning while I am still asleep. My phone keeps ringing nonstop. I hang up several times, but the caller keeps dialing again and again without giving up. It is Jake's mother again.

I have no choice but to answer the moment i pick up she starts yelling ms brown you were pretty busy last night huh still sleeping at this hour. what do you want tell me who put chocolate in my son's school bag yesterday. chocolate i am still half. asleep stop pretending i checked his bag this morning and found two pieces of chocolate 哦。 Explain yourself, what is your intention? Are you trying to poison my son? Only then do i remember, jake plays piano quite well. I did give a small piece of chocolate to a few kids as a reward for good performance. My son has never had a single bite of junk food since he was born. Do you even know how much sugar that is? I am taking him to have his stomach pumped right now. All medical bills, nutrition costs, my lost work time, and mental damages, you will pay for everything. RIGHT. Oh, I see now. See what exactly?