138 VIP：2010/02/28(日) 09:02:03.10 ID:y0eYok+d0
When I was at the age of 11, I was caught for shoplifting at a supermarket nearby my elementary school.
My home room teacher (43 years old) immediately came to the shop.
As soon as she found me there, she slapped my face. I almost cried, but she looked like she was about to cry as well.
“Theft is the worst thing you could do. Don’t you realise how many people feel sad by your doing this?”
“You eat that lolly you stole and it’s gone, but the fact you stole it will never be gone in your life.”
She told me off for like an hour, saying things like that.
A shopkeeper who caught me said he would let me go, but my teacher kept scolding me
After 7pm, we finally left there. (The shopkeeper didn’t call my parents as my teacher told me off enough)
My teacher said “You’re hungry right?” and treated me noodles and dumplings at a ramen restaurant.
As I opened my mouth wide, the slapped side of my cheek hurt but the noodles were really delicious.
She took me to my house by car, and before dropping me off, she told me
“You can decide whether or not you talk about what happened today to your parents. But look back to what you did, and think about the significance of it.”
This is still one of the 5 best episodes in my life.
The problem is, I didn’t do shoplifting.
