Chapter 6 6

As soon as she heard the brisk knock on the door, she knew who it was. She was in third grade at the time, and her class was having a geography class, and everyone was staring at the door of the classroom. please come in! The teacher put down his book and sighed when Mrs. Fosenstrom entered. Sybylla closed her eyes. She knew that the teacher disliked Mrs. Folsenstrom's surprise visit as much as Sybylla herself.Such visits were brief, but always interrupted the flow of the lesson, and always included some new request as to how the teacher should treat Sibylla in particular. This time the problem was a fundraising scheme through the sale of Christmas ornaments.A group of parents are already making decorative garlands and bouquets, and Sibylla's class has been asked to do door-to-door sales of garlands and bouquets.The proceeds will be used to subsidize the school's spring travel expenses.

Mrs. Fosenstrom did not join the wreath- and bouquet-making crowd of parents, and she had neither the patience for the kind of flower-gathering work nor the folksy handicrafts she could spend nights in.A person of her stature is really not suitable for such a job, and even her daughter is not suitable for this kind of job.Others cannot expect this child to run around, knocking on doors from door to door, asking for alms like a little beggar.Sybylla brought back from school a notice asking the children to sell wreaths and bouquets, and Mrs. Folsenstrom crumpled up the paper and threw it in the wastebasket.

At this moment, no one could ignore the anger in Mrs. Folsenstrom's voice. So how much do you guys expect each kid to make selling these things?The teacher walked over and stood behind the podium.Depends, I'm not sure what the final sum is. Let me know when you have an idea.My daughter won't be doing the sales job, but of course!I will donate money. The teacher looked at Sibylla, who was intently looking at the geography textbook in front of her.There are four rivers in the province of Halland.Then she heard the teacher trying very hard to speak for her. But the children are very eager to participate in sales work, they think this job is really exciting.

It was exciting, but Sybylla was not allowed to participate.Just tell me how much money a child needs to earn, and I'll give you that money right away.Don't worry about money. You must understand that the school has initiated this activity so that parents do not need to pay for school trips separately. Suddenly Mrs. Folsenstrom looked quite satisfied.Sibylla knew that her mother had gotten hold of the teacher, making him say exactly what she wanted to hear.Mrs. Folsenstrom, therefore, seized the opportunity to express her exact opinion on the whole matter.Sybylla closed her eyes. It's nothing personal, but I must say it's unusual for a school to decide something like this without consulting all parents.I am sure some parents feel that such an arrangement may be the best way to solve their own problems, but personally, I prefer to pay as much as I want.In the future, please remember that as long as there is anything related to my daughter, I hope you can tell my husband and me.Of course, we expect our views to be consulted before any event is passed.

After that, the teacher didn't say anything more. She had hoped to sell garlands and bouquets with Erika, and the teacher had already divided them into pairs so no one would be left alone.Sybylla had been looking forward to this all week.She heard her mother turn and leave. The classroom door slams shut, and then there is the first wave of protest. Sir, it would not be fair if Sibylla could not be involved in sales. Teacher, can I be in the same group as susanne and Eva instead of the current one? Erica's voice was hopeful. Torbjon, who was sitting just in front of Sibylla, turned to Sibylla and said: If your family has that much money, then your mother should be able to help pay for the whole class trip.

She felt tears coming to her eyes.There is nothing more hated than suddenly becoming the target of public criticism. Listen up, class, it's break time after class. The classmates pulled the chairs back and banged.When Sibylla looked up again, she was alone in the classroom, except for the teacher who was still in the classroom, standing behind her desk.The teacher smiled helplessly at Sibylla and sighed at the same time. Sybylla felt something rushing out of her nose, and she had to inhale hard to keep the snot from dripping onto the desk. I'm so sorry, Sybylla!I couldn't be of much help.

Sybylla nodded, then lowered her eyes again.At the moment when tears welled up in my eyes, the picture of the harborside fortress of Varberg was already blurred in two places.The teacher came up to her and put a hand on Sibylla's shoulder. This class is over, if you want to stay in the classroom, stay in the classroom!