The night before school started, I was added to seven parents' group chats.
My name is Jiang Tang, and I'm the homeroom teacher of Class 3, Grade 4 at Experimental Elementary School. There are forty-five children in my class and forty-six drama queens in the chat. The extra one can act better than anyone.
On my first day, a joint petition landed on the principal's desk. By the end of my first week, my own students' parents had reported me to the education bureau. At the parent meeting, all forty-five of them sat in neat rows, waiting for me to make a fool of myself.
My predecessor, Ms. Su, injured her knee saving a student, but a fifteen-second edited video made her look guilty. She handed over all the evidence and waited four weeks, but no one came to ask her a single question. She left me only a voice recorder: evidence alone isn't enough. You have to get the living to speak up.
Fine.
They built a stage to watch me make a fool of myself. I'll turn it into a courtroom. I want the forty seconds they cut out two years ago up on the big screen, for everyone to see.
Don't be afraid! I'll teach this lesson for her.
