Why was it so hard to meet my parents? We lived in the same house, but we hardly met each other. Compared with James from “How Do You Think It Makes Your Mother Feel,” He thought he didn’t have any freedom to do what he like because his parents were over controlling him, but I wished my parents could communicate more with me, rather than spend all the time on work. Their lack of care created an unbearable discontent in me that I intentionally misbehaved to catch their attention.
In my freshmen year in high school in February 2008, I went to an internet café which didn’t allow underage teenager to enter. I got caught and the manager of the Internet café sent me to the police office. The other day I went back school. I got a serious warning.
The other day, I heard my name from the school broadcast, “Fusheng Li, please come to the president’s office.” The announcement was like a nail in the coffin. I got all the attention from my classmates. I heard some of them laughing at me. My hands were sweating and shaking. I stood up, making a rusty squeak on my wooden chair. I went out from the classroom to the president’s office.
The president’s office was located in the innermost stratosphere. I still could remember its name plate “President Liao” was hanging on the door. I was standing in front of the door and struggling whether go in or not. Finally, I knocked the door and nervously said “This is Fusheng.” A man with a calm and confident voice replied, “Come in.” A Chinese calligraphy “Qin(diligent), Cheng(honest), Yong(courage), Yi(perseverance)” was hanging on the wall. The president was in his late fifties and was sitting in an office chair. He glanced at me for few seconds and said, “Fusheng, take a seat and make yourself comfortable.” I nodded my head and primly sat down. He continued, “I have called your parents how bad your situation is, and I want to talk to you.” I replied bemusedly, “Al…alright.”
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