Dazibao Hurt, Not Help I looked at the huge wall full of dazibao written about family members, teachers, The amount of hatred spread around the walls make me feel sick. No one should write about others on why they are wrong. I quickly walked down the hallways of school. The sound of my feet walking on the floor filled up the quiet halls. I was waiting for all the kids to leave. All of my classmates, including my former friends, make fun of me because my family has a maid and we are not huge believers of Mao’s new beliefs and customs. When I knew that all my classmates were not around, I walked outside. I felt something wet drop on my face. This could not get any worse. It started raining, hard. I quickly grabbed my coat and my umbrella, walking
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I need to write a dazibao.”
“Who is it for?” Huizhong asked curiously, while grabbing a piece of paper.
“It is none of your business. Just, leave me alone,” I said, grabbing the paper out of Huizhong’s hands.
I sat in my desk, and wrote on the piece of paper. I wrote about how much I hated my mom for keeping a secret, and how I wished that I wasn’t her daughter. The class bell rang. I looked at my paper, satisfied that I got all my of hatred out. After class, I walked to the wall full of dazibao. I stuck my piece of paper there. When my mom walked in, she saw me putting the paper up. She quickly grabbed it, and read it. Her expression changed from a smile to a pale face and frown. She asked,
“Why, Liuhua? I told you that there was an explanation. But you clearly don’t need it. Let’s go home.”
After that, my home life changed. I barely saw my mom. She was normally out with her friends, coming home around 9 pm, when I went to bed. We kept our conversation to a minimum. It was normally a “hi” and “how is school” conversation. I fully regret my actions today. Even though I gained a social life at school, my home life was in pieces. I never realized that I had to sacrifice one good thing for another. The dazibao broke my
I need to write a dazibao.”
“Who is it for?” Huizhong asked curiously, while grabbing a piece of paper.
“It is none of your business. Just, leave me alone,” I said, grabbing the paper out of Huizhong’s hands.
I sat in my desk, and wrote on the piece of paper. I wrote about how much I hated my mom for keeping a secret, and how I wished that I wasn’t her daughter. The class bell rang. I looked at my paper, satisfied that I got all my of hatred out. After class, I walked to the wall full of dazibao. I stuck my piece of paper there. When my mom walked in, she saw me putting the paper up. She quickly grabbed it, and read it. Her expression changed from a smile to a pale face and frown. She asked,
“Why, Liuhua? I told you that there was an explanation. But you clearly don’t need it. Let’s go home.”
After that, my home life changed. I barely saw my mom. She was normally out with her friends, coming home around 9 pm, when I went to bed. We kept our conversation to a minimum. It was normally a “hi” and “how is school” conversation. I fully regret my actions today. Even though I gained a social life at school, my home life was in pieces. I never realized that I had to sacrifice one good thing for another. The dazibao broke my