(School will be dismissed early tomorrow for Qingming Festival)
During the fourth period today, the class leader pulled up the curtains in our classroom halfway through the lesson, and I had a sense that something significant was about to happen. Two years ago on Qingming Festival, a senior student from our junior high school had jumped off a building in the residential area and committed suicide. When I heard this news in the car, I suddenly felt inexplicably sad. Perhaps this was the first time I had heard of someone so close to me experiencing such a tragedy.
Sure enough, more and more teachers and school leaders arrived, including two psychology teachers (two-thirds of them). I had a sense in my heart.
A crying girl was helped out by the class leader.
Class was over. "Now it's a normal dismissal." Our Chinese teacher paused for a moment in the auditorium, and a group of people stood on the corridor on the right side of the classroom, opposite the windows.
Afterwards, I went to the neighboring class to inquire about the situation from acquaintances.
Thankfully, that girl did not jump.
(Later I heard that someone saw the principal, the neighboring class teacher, and the girl's parents in the library)
If possible, who would want such incidents to happen every year?
Precious life, I sincerely hope that this unknown girl can overcome the shadows, live a healthy life, not out of mere kindness and sympathy, but simply because wasting a life feels unworthy...