I am a Chinese teacher in a private school. I was unlucky enough to be the head teacher of two poor classes. The reasons behind this are all intertwined. It is said that the head teacher is omnipotent, but only the editor knows the sadness. No one understands the bitterness of many years, so I can only change my position to express my depression and feelings about my work, hoping to find someone who can relate to me and let out the sadness and helplessness accumulated for many years.
Intention: The class teacher is also a person of flesh and blood, with tears and laughter. I hope that this work can convey the inner roar and cry of us as the bottom of society.