I still remember the first semester of high school, when school started, almost all parents came to send their children to school. I brought my quilt to the dormitory by myself, queued up to sign up, and bought all the necessities of life... There were a lot of things I didn't understand (this was my first time attending a private school). I was obviously a little lonely, but my mother was not around.
I experienced a big turmoil this semester due to some bad habits in junior high school: speaking unobtrusively to friends, not paying attention to the way, being very deficient in dealing with people and interacting with others, being a bit arrogant, arrogant, and poor in interpersonal communication. Very bad! At that time, no one in the class liked me. I had a big conflict with my roommate. Afterwards, we all knew it was a misunderstanding. I go back to the dormitory every night and suffer mental torture from them. Even the harshest and ice can't withstand the struggle of "thousands of troops", let alone me, a "lonely" student who has just entered high school and doesn't understand the world? At that time, I was very sad, crying silently and feeling overwhelmed. Asking the teacher for help was the only solution. After that, the storm subsided, but it gave me a deep blow and a mark that will never be erased! I naively thought that it was the rule to ask others to adapt to me. Now think about it, how ridiculous!
experienced a smokeless "war" and I was shattered by reality, and all my proud feathers fell off. For a month after the incident, I was like a bird with its bones removed. I was weak and helpless, hiding in a corner, wandering, helpless, deep in thought, and weeping alone! I don't communicate with others for fear that if I say something wrong, it will cause unnecessary disputes. At that time, I also felt that life was meaningless, so I became very depressed and autistic! I wrote a diary every day to encourage myself to be happy and strong. I just endured the first semester of high school with sadness...
The second semester started, and my whole person changed. The class was broken up again, how excited I was. Because I can finally get rid of the painful days of the past. I was assigned to class 1 (11), and the class teacher was the teacher who helped me solve the problem before. In the new class, I started this seemingly happy day with new hopes. Since the shadow of the past always lingers, I try my best to laugh, play hard with my friends, and not be idealistic. Just talk about happiness!
In bits and pieces, I also have a few good friends, and I get along well with my roommates. Sometimes I even try to please others just because I don’t want them to hate me anymore, stay away from me, or to get closer to each other. How sad!
Because I like to practice calligraphy, there is a boy who is very kind to me and tries his best to get close to me. He brings me pens, inks, paper and inkstones at home, buys me brushes, gives me exquisite and beautiful notebooks, and sometimes he often buys me a notebook. Two bottles of mineral water, the light feeling almost cooled me down the whole summer￣! But... I was a little stunned by his sugar-coated bullets. He is a playboy... We have nothing to do with each other, and I do regard him as a friend. However, he still went to another class for no apparent reason and stopped contacting me.
At that time, I just felt how could people be like this? Can't we just be good friends?
still remembers that I had a big fight with this class teacher! Now think about it, is it very heartless? But her teaching methods are so vicious! She even openly cursed students in class, insulted our character, and slandered students' self-esteem... I remember I had a fierce quarrel with her, and he even invited my parents, my grandma, to come. How irritating! We haven't had a head-to-head confrontation since. However, at the end of the last semester, she actually asked me with concern: "Why don't you leave yet?" Although her tone was stiff. I was very surprised and a little touched... Regardless of good or bad, I still want to say to the teacher: I'm sorry!
The second semester passed like this in a hurry and cautiously￣
The second year of high school is a new turning point. I am sometimes very quiet, but when I play, it is not like that. It will be very crazy! My classmates said that I have two sides to my personality, and they are both extreme. In fact, sometimes I feel the same way, and it still feels like this to this day, and I don’t know why.
will always remember the laughter, Tian Li, Huanhuan, Big T, and Yasong in the dormitory... We lived happily for a year. We played, talked, laughed, and sometimes discussed a certain issue in full swing, and talked about movies together. , talk about celebrities, talk about clothes, talk about literature, and comment on a certain big-headed teacher who uses all the rhetorical techniques we have learned to modify every "bad guy" who makes us dissatisfied and see who uses it accurately and in place! Sometimes, we even recite poems and compose poems when the fun is impromptu! Now think about it, how happy it is! We have had a great year, adding a lot of interesting colors to the boring single life!
Here, there is something not big or small. I was given a slap in the face by the school! My attempt to go out due to late self-study failed, and someone threatened my class teacher in my name. Hey, I can't run away! For a whole day, I stood in the Political and Education Department and was scolded by a room full of directors, principals, and head teachers. What's worse is that parents are invited again. Why! It made my mother sad... My mother took time out of her busy schedule and hurriedly came back thinking what was wrong with me. Seeing the tears on her face, I... My heart was severely tugged, and I lowered my head in shame. I told my mother: I’m sorry. I heard my mother sigh deeply, and I... looked up and saw her disappointed and sad face, and my heart was inexplicably touched again! From then on, I secretly made up my mind: I would never make my mother sad for me again! Mom, she has worked too hard, and she can no longer bear any blow under the pressure of poverty and hard work!
Senior year in high school! I was very troubled before school started, because I heard from the "seniors" how hard and tiring it was to do questions in the dark every day, which was simply not a human life. Now that the third year of high school is over, this truth has been successfully verified! When I am stuck in the "sea of questions" every day, I feel that time is so slow and boring! Boring and boring. Who said: Young people don’t know what it’s like to be sad? We are: our young heads are gray, and we are so sad!
In this dim life of senior high school, we are living today repeating yesterday, and tomorrow will be today again. It is really unbearable! I can hardly find the motivation to keep going! Like the walking dead...
Over a period of time, my values have changed a lot, and learning is no longer just learning! Everything has a purpose, I feel very tired, I don’t want to grow up￣￣I don’t know how much I have to endure and what I will encounter when I step into the society. To be honest, sometimes I have a kind of escape mentality from reality...
is miserable here. During this year, we met a very funny class teacher! He is very awkward, and sometimes his jokes with his classmates are very inappropriate. For this reason, the female classmates especially hate him. However, he is also quite sensible, and I appreciate that about him.
Maybe fate is so challenging. There is a person who once again challenged my endurance and resistance to blows. I started a relationship with this man for a week, and he proved an eternal truth - I would rather believe that there are ghosts in the world than believe a man's nonsense! This needs no explanation, from my perspective he is a liar! Of course, how can you grow without experiencing? He also made me understand that happiness does not come easily. I also understand how difficult it is for a loving couple to live together for a lifetime!
However, we can’t fall like this! Believe what the teacher said. Life is still good! A good life depends on hard work! No matter what the results of the college entrance examination are, face it calmly! I don’t want to live a mediocre life, nor am I willing to live like this for the rest of my life! I have to work hard, I have to fight, I have to work hard! I can no longer stand watching my mother working so hard to earn money while I sit helpless!
How should I describe myself in my third year of high school? I didn't study hard or I didn't work hard enough. Should I be blamed?
At this time, I don’t know what kind of words to use to wrap up the ending...
I walked through my high school years step by step and stumbled like this. The first year of high school...the second year of high school...the third year of high school...no matter sad or happy, sad or moving, they are the most precious memories in my life! They are all worth cherishing in my lifetime!
I am walking towards my destiny full of challenges and miracles with new hope! Goodbye, my high school! !
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-