(Tomorrow is Qingming Festival, school will be dismissed early)
During the fourth period today, the grade leader raised the curtains in our class halfway through the lesson, and I had a sense in my heart that something big was about to happen. Two years ago on Qingming Festival, a senior from our junior high school had jumped off a building in the residential area and committed suicide. When I heard this news in the car, I suddenly felt inexplicably sad. Perhaps this was the first time I had heard of someone so close to me experiencing such a tragedy.
Sure enough, more and more teachers and leaders arrived, including two psychology teachers (two-thirds of them). I had a premonition in my heart.
A crying girl was helped out by the grade leader.
Class was over. "Now, class is dismissed as usual." Our Chinese teacher lingered in the hall, on the right side of the classroom, facing the windows of the corridor, where a group of people stood on the corridor upstairs.
Afterwards, I went to the neighboring class to inquire with acquaintances and learned about what had happened.
Thank goodness, that girl did not jump.
(Later, I heard that someone had witnessed the principal, the neighboring class teacher, and the girl's parents in the library)
If possible, who would wish for such incidents to happen every year.
Oh, precious life, I sincerely hope that this unknown girl can overcome the shadow, live a healthy life, not out of mere kindness and sympathy, but simply because wasting a life feels unworthy...