Last semester, a new student of our school jumped out of the building because of their disappointing love, then died.
The teacher who teaches us advanced mathematics this semester is an old lady over 50 years old. She is very strict with us. Every class must be roll-call. Everyone must come to class before he arrives, even by a call.
Call the counselor directly if the student doesn't come!
We are all tired of this teacher. We feel that we are all in college and that we didn't need to be as strict as in high school.
We call her an old witch, privately.
Later, we learned that the student who jumped from the building last semester was her student, and that's he who didn't arrive at her class just then. He jumped and died. She has always regretted that if she had called the roll or called him to come to class, maybe the student would not have died!
We were all silent when we knew the truth... Next semester, there is no class for her. May the teacher live a long life!
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