In the first grade, I was still fairly peaceful, but at the beginning of the second semester, the school was often haunted.

Probably from the day the Chinese teacher rode to the intersection of the school and died in a car accident, it suddenly began to spread that there were ghosts in the school. There were no other teachers to teach us that day, and the students did not study on their own, so they whispered that the teacher had turned into a ghost and came back to the school to find us, which made the students panic.

Rural people are actually a bit taboo about ghosts, and children can often hear the village elders tell the stories of ghosts they have encountered since childhood. When you get up at night and see ghosts, hear the cry of a whining female ghost, and see a ghost fire in the cemetery, the old man says it is vivid and makes people feel in the situation. I feel that after listening to it, it is as if I have experienced it on the spot, which is creepy.

During that time, almost everyone in the class would wear a triangular folded talisman paper, the common ones being yellow amulets and green amulets. What's more, on the first seven days, he also brought three incense sticks to the class to burn. It was a really nerve-wracking atmosphere, and I was seven or eight years old. My parents don't believe in ghosts and gods, so I don't have any talisman paper on me that can comfort me. I didn't have any confidence in my heart. My sister didn't come to take me home after school, so I had to run away from school as soon as I got out of school. I'm afraid that if I run slowly, a ghost will follow me home.

At that time, many students were reluctant to become health commissioners. Because this position is responsible for opening and locking doors, especially locking doors after school, the students in the class are basically gone. The class was quiet, afraid that the ghost would suddenly appear in front of him.

I forgot how I became a member of the health committee, maybe the teacher looked up to me, or maybe my classmates didn't want to do it. And I stupidly didn't know how to refuse, so the position naturally fell to me.

Every day, after sweeping the floor, I need to close the windows and lock the doors. There were four windows in the class, and at that time the windows were two green painted wooden frames that could be opened and closed, and two pieces of transparent glass were sandwiched between each wooden frame. If the windows are not closed properly, when it rains, the windows will inevitably crackle with the rain. If a window is blown open by a strong wind and hits the wall, the glass will be shattered.

As a health commissioner, I must shoulder the responsibility of closing the doors and windows. But I was also scared, and my classmates ran away after cleaning, leaving me alone in the quiet classroom, shuddering to close the four windows. In the process of closing the window, I would be very nervous every time, afraid that a ghost would suddenly tap me on the shoulder or that a zombie with a long tongue and eyes would not fall off, and only half of the body would appear in front of me. Close the window and put your schoolbag on your back, close the door lock with trembling hands, and be afraid that a grimace will suddenly appear in the crack of the door staring at you.

If it's okay to just scare myself, I still hear female classmates say every day that I see something unclean in the toilet, and I don't dare to go to the toilet. I couldn't hold it back, so I would drag one or two female classmates to the toilet together, so that I could feel a little more at ease. The first-grade class happened to be close to the toilet, which was a very filthy place. The ghost thing that came out of the toilet must have made people believe it a little more. I am in a state of uncertainty every day, and when I close the doors and windows, I must pay attention not only to the movement of the classroom, but also to the movement outside, for fear that something will find me in the toilet.

It's okay when it's dark, and the eyes are good, and you can tell at a glance when there's movement. When it rains, the sky is dark, and the dark clouds are dark and heavy, without a trace of light. The windows were still crackling, there were no lights in the classrooms, and if I didn't close the windows, I was afraid that the glass windows would be broken by the wind. I had to be bold and cautiously go over and close the window in the dark. It is said that the night is dark, and ghosts often haunt the surroundings. As I closed the window, my mind became more and more chaotic, and my heartbeat had already accelerated unconsciously, for fear that I would really encounter something that was terrifying.

The teacher probably heard about ghosts in the school, and told us in class that we should believe in science and that there are no ghosts and gods in this world. Let's not be superstitious, don't scare ourselves. Unfortunately, no matter what the teacher says, it still can't eliminate the fear of ghosts in our hearts. The confusion of the unknown and the fear of my own fantasies filled my school life for half a semester.

At that time, there was no old-fashioned TV set at home, and I used to go to the house next door with my younger siblings to watch TV. It was a small black mini television set, which was very popular in the countryside at the time. The little brother next door especially likes to watch the zombie movies of the Heavenly Master Ghost Hunting, and we also watch it with him. After reading it, you will form a ghost model in your mind, and you will feel that the ghosts in this world should look exactly like zombies. Every time I hear a ghost story, I must substitute zombies to act as the protagonist of the ghost story.

After finishing the second grade, the desks and chairs were moved to the second-grade classrooms, away from the first-grade classrooms and toilets. My classmates also readjusted, and there were no more rumors of ghosts around me, and from then on, I slowly let go of the fear in my heart. The main reason is that I have never seen those unclean ghost things in the classroom or in the toilet, let alone zombies, and I have never heard a single ghost sound. I gradually became emboldened, and I even asked the teacher for the position of team leader.

The second-grade homeroom teacher taught me two older sisters, and correspondingly took me more seriously, thinking that I should be a good student like my sisters. I was very relieved to be the team leader, and I didn't disappoint her, and her name appeared in the top three in the class every time she took the exam.

When the primary school is in the top three in the class, the principal will hold a school-wide meeting to award awards to the students to encourage the students who have achieved good grades to continue their efforts and to serve as a role model for other students who have not achieved the rankings. The reward given by the teacher is to put a small red flower on the wall, and the reward given by the school is a large black umbrella, or a large bucket, or a kettle, a bath tub, and a washbasin. Although it is not very pretty, it is still quite practical in terms of practicality. When parents saw that their babies had received these things home, they were sure that their babies had won the rankings in the exams. I was naturally happy because I could show off my baby's achievements with my neighbors again.

When I was in the third grade, I began to be the class president, and for disobedient classmates, the output was all by yelling. If you are still restless after yelling, you will go straight to the fight. I threw the chair and smashed it, but I didn't hit anyone, purely to scare the naughty male classmates. It's a bit simple and crude, but it works. Because of the noisy and messy classroom, it suddenly became silent. The majesty of the squad leader was also displayed at once. However, after school, there were also male classmates who refused to accept my theory, so I got into a fight with him. Because I am a girl and a class leader, even if a boy wins, he doesn't feel decent, and he may be punished by the teacher. So they didn't dare to play hard, and basically I won by luck, which also caused me to become more and more arrogant in front of my male classmates.