One year ago, I officially graduated from high school.
I am not a good child in the traditional concept. I do not study well, and I am not so likable. I am still a patient with severe lazy cancer. Lying on the bed and playing with the phone.
Although I had some mental preparations, I was caught off guard.
I did not pass the exam. The result of
480 was placed in front of me without saying hello. I didn't say that it made me like an ice cave, but I was depressed for a long time.
My parents don't have much culture and can express their joys, sorrows and sorrows directly. Therefore, during that period, I had a very difficult life. In addition to my parents' rebuke, it was more of my own guilt.
My parents asked me whether I was going to college or repeating. I did not hesitate to choose the latter. I want to repeat and I want to go to university! I clearly remember that I didn't sleep all night that night, quietly thinking about my life, from parents to friends, from childhood to adulthood, I thought about everything I could think of. I was never willing to give up!
Although my parents were unhappy, they also supported my decision.
I repeated it. In an unusually large classroom, there were only 30 people. I hid my sorrow in my heart and vented it on the tip of my pen.I tore my throat and read aloud, and I was the only one in the entire classroom with a loud voice! I began to look at myself seriously, starting from the simplest. Among them, there are pain, confusion, gains and losses. I used to pace on the playground under the evening self-study. My heart was like being stranded, making it hard for me to breathe. No one could make me happy. I was uncomfortable, but I was powerless and I had to persevere!
On the afternoon of the end of the college entrance examination in 2021, I was very excited and excited. It was not because of how well I took the exam, but because the stone in my heart was finally let go. Don't be relaxed! I went to the waste recycling station, sold all the books, and took a van back home. I immediately fell on the bed, my limbs relaxed, and every cell in my body screamed "I am free!"
As I expected, I was admitted!
Although I feel very inactive now, I still miss those days, the constant struggles, the constant doubts, the constant wanting to give up but the days when we still persist in the end. Those of our more than 30 classmates talk to each other Heartfelt days, those days when we cheer for each other, even if it is another 10 years, and occasionally recalling these days, my heart is sweet, and the memories are beautiful!
Those days I struggled, I will always love you and miss you forever!
