A few people were gathered around Caleb Lockwood's desk, and no one said a word.
The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward. After a moment, everyone's gaze landed on Silas Shaw. Silas spread his hands helplessly and said, "Don't all look at me, okay? I've never written a self-criticism in my life."
He'd always had good grades since he was a kid, and teachers and classmates all liked him. Write a self-criticism? That was never necessary.
Director Thorne heard him and looked at him in disbelief. "You're this mischievous and your teachers never made you write a self-criticism? Your teachers must all be saints."
Silas: "…"
Alvin Lee looked at the director and asked with a smile, "Director, you're the most experienced and knowledgeable among us. Why don't you give us some pointers?"
Hearing that, Director Thorne cleared his throat, tapped his finger on the desk, and looked at Caleb Lockwood. "Write it like this. Start with a greeting, something like, 'My dear wife.'"
