I swear that I must dare to resist like ezra in such a situation. It wasn't until I saw someone mention military training in a film review that I realized that my servility was deeply ingrained.
The instructor was just a senior year older than us, but I was ridiculed for following all her reasonable and unreasonable orders. The instructor later nicknamed the students who did not perform well, "Slow Half a Beat" and "Green". "Glasses," everyone shouted happily, and I also envied those classmates who were favored by the instructors because of their good looks, good speech, and standard movements.
Although it is not the same, the role of the instructor has involuntarily become a part of the experiment. The school clearly explained which movements and requirements should be followed for students to learn, but there is no rule that limits the degree to which instructors must train students. . Because I misunderstood an instructor's unintelligible order, I turned my head when I shouldn't, and she ordered me to stand on the rostrum in front of the whole school in a military posture all morning. Not only did I not expect to resist, He also thought that he was optimistic and clever and quietly comforted another crying girl who was punished. When the instructor finally called me down, I smiled and ran back to the team, thinking that I was doing much better than that girl.
Now I don't think this experiment is out of reach, and now I seriously despise myself.
When I just watched this movie, I wanted to ask, why do other people never resist? Why do they see their peers being bullied and no one stands up? Why don't they rush up to beat the "prison guard" after the experiment is over?
One year of military training has passed, and the instructor has become a beautiful and ladylike senior. When I meet her on the road, I will struggle whether to say hello or not, and when I see a freshman in training with my roommate on the road, I will gloat over the misfortune and hope that the weather will be clearer. The thought that the instructor might be doing something wrong never crossed my mind. That's why.
Of course, it's not just military training. We are unconsciously oppressed or oppressed in every field. When will we wake up and see where we are standing? Is it a prison or an ordinary corridor of a school? I don't want to. Continue to turn every corridor into my prison.
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