Dark Kindergarten: The Crazy Era, Part 2

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The class I was assigned to in my first year was a 3-year-old class, and I was lucky enough to be paired with a teacher from my same intake.
She was from my same intake, but she was a gentle, cute teacher about five years older than me ❤️

However, unfortunately, this 3-year-old class was hell. I will never forget that day, the day of the entrance ceremony. After the ceremony, we returned to the classroom with the parents, and the introduction of the homeroom teachers began.
The gentle teacher's self-introduction was so adorable that I was charmed, and all the parents were charmed too.

As for the self-introduction of the stiff, incompetent teacher who was frozen with nerves, I don't even remember what I said. However, no one was charmed, and the children started to get bored and run wild.

One of the children running around knocked over the red and white buns, and everyone followed suit, and a bun-toppling spree began. The parents just watched it happen (hey!), and we, the teachers, tried to get it under control.

It was complete chaos. My incompetent brain shut down, and I noticed that the only window in the classroom leading to the backyard was slightly open.

The incompetent teacher thought right then and there.

I pretended to chase the children, casually made my way near the window, and just as I put my foot on the window sill,

Tap, tap.

I was tapped on the shoulder, and when I turned around, the charming, gentle teacher was right behind me for some reason.
Even now, 20 years later, I still cherish and remember that scene and those words.

Hearing that, the incompetent teacher came to her senses. I cannot leave this teacher in this hell. Because of those words, I was able to work at this crazy kindergarten for three years.

I wonder how she's doing, the gentle teacher ❤️