In the last two days, the WeChat group in junior high school was very lively, chatting from morning till night, having a meeting for 2 hours, and turning on my mobile phone to read 270 unread messages. God knows what these brothers and sisters are talking about.
The memory of 20 years ago is gradually unsealed and released, as if it happened yesterday, and the scene is coherent. From the accommodation at that time to the school care during the holiday, from hiring jiaozi to stealing watermelons, from the drum band to tug-of-war, the scenes became clear and vivid. Now to touch these memories, I feel very pure, very warm and very happy, which should be regarded as good memories in my life.
At the teacher's suggestion, I knocked on the keyboard, but I didn't want to start with those interesting things to make people laugh. I want to stand in the moment, look at the beginning, and look for two or three things that have deeply influenced me, so that I can walk more firmly and calmly in the future.
Mother put on a plastic bag to keep out the rain.
My junior high school, from1September 1998 to June 200 1 year, just crossed my age from 14 to 16. According to the Law on Public Security Administration Punishment, minors aged 14- 16 who violate the Law on Public Security Administration Punishment will not be punished for public security detention; Article 17 of the Criminal Law stipulates that 14- 16 years old belongs to the age of relative criminal responsibility, and those who commit the crimes of intentional homicide, intentional injury, serious injury, death, rape, robbery, drug trafficking, arson, explosion and poisoning shall bear criminal responsibility. Therefore, the age of 14 is very important and dangerous, because from this age, we are likely to bear corresponding responsibilities for our actions.
Junior high school campus, in the town 9.2 kilometers away from our village, it takes about 20 minutes to get home by bike every week, which is far from the 46 minutes given by navigation now. It may be the way home, so the closer you get. At the same time, with the beginning of junior high school, it is accommodation life. At that age, we still think more about how to play.
It's a pity that the campus gate is closed to our boarders, which leads to my primary school's inability to play billiards. It's very depressing. At that time, it was also the most popular era of bully game machines, and the billiards hall in the town was always waving to us. As soon as our friends discuss it, let's climb over the wall and go out. After site selection, a location in the southwest corner of the campus was finally selected. According to the trace, there should be a senior who walked this road, and there are some bricks outside that can stand on tiptoe to come back conveniently. After our hearty madness, I don't know how the news was exposed. Maybe someone tipped us off, maybe the teacher found out our difference. After all, if you don't want others to know, unless you have to do something, I have long understood this truth. We didn't stand the teacher's forced questioning and quickly confessed our crimes. However, the teacher didn't forgive us, called our parents or dropped out of school.
I called home nervously, but I didn't dare to tell my father at that time, and I would be beaten twice, so I had to let my mother come to school to accept the teacher's criticism. I can still clearly remember that there were several dark clouds in the sky on the day my mother came to school. I begged my mother not to tell my father about it, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. My mother didn't criticize me, and she reached a tacit understanding with me. She accepted the teacher's criticism sincerely. Of course, my mother didn't tell me how the teacher criticized my mother. What I see from my mother's eyes is encouragement and expectation. I should still be her best son.
When my mother was ready to go home, it suddenly rained heavily. I asked my mother to wait for me. I ran back to the dormitory, looked around, and finally found a plastic bag under the mattress in the dormitory. My mother didn't want to take shelter from the rain at school, so she put on the plastic bag I gave her and rode home. Looking at my mother's back, I began to introspect. My parents are farmers, and they raised me with great pains. However, I climbed over the wall at school and was addicted to playing billiards and video games. This should not be my behavior. It may be this moment that I have a little understanding of my responsibilities. Children also have children's responsibilities. At the very least, I should not let my parents worry about me and be criticized for me.
The planning book that has accompanied me to this day
In the chat the other day, a question flashed through everyone's mind. Why do we have so many memories and so many topics to talk about in junior high school? I think it is mainly based on two aspects. On the one hand, we can make trouble as students, on the other hand, we owe it to our teachers. I joked that at that time, we were all mice, and the teacher was still conducting his educational ideal experiment on us. In order to cultivate us, he thought of many ways to encourage everyone to draw pictures and keep diaries, among which the planning book impressed me the most.
Teacher Zhang selected about 65,438+00 students in his class. I am one of them. He called us into the office and solemnly announced the measure. Every morning, we have to list a few things we plan to do in a day, and then sort them according to their importance and urgency. In the evening, summarize the implementation of the plan for one day, mark "√" for those that have been completed and "X" for those that have not been completed, and implement it every day. At first, everyone insisted on it well, but as time went on, the frequency of teachers' inspections began to decrease.
Making a plan is a very boring thing, especially the plan around the learning content every day. Sometimes I think, I have to do these things every day, so, you know ...
However, Mr. Zhang did not forget. A few months later, he asked me to show him the plan. I suddenly found that, alas! I'll go! ! Where is my planning book?
I rummaged through my desk, but fortunately, this little notebook is still there. Of course, I don't know if it's been on the market for a few days, so I don't care so much. I gave it to the teacher trembling. I know I can't hide from the dragon's eighteen palms and serial feet. Facing the high wind! ! !
I watched the teacher turn page after page, and my brow began to wrinkle. My palms are already sweating. I wonder if he will strike first, or move first, or use both hands and feet. Should I hide? He looked up and said with a calm face, "Hey, I'm so disappointed. Can't I just hold on?" Do you have to rely on others to force everything? Take it back. I won't check you again. "The sudden change of the teacher made me feel a little lucky. After all, losing some physical pain is a blessing. Maybe I'm really scared.
Of course, dialectically, when your physical pain can be avoided, your inner pain will not be so easy to get rid of. The teacher's disappointed eyes and words rolled in my mind, and nothing tasted in my heart. If there is a real fight, I may live for an hour or two, so I can do what I should do, and I will never feel guilty. The problem is that teacher Zhang didn't do it! ! !
Since teacher Zhang stopped checking me, I had to check it myself. From that day on, I still chose to insist on planning, and then I expanded to plan from all aspects of study, life and work. Today, I have a further five-year development plan, a closer annual plan, a monthly plan and a daily plan. Of course, there are intermittent times, but I can always think of that disappointment and always pick it up again. It's okay.
At the beginning of this year, I attended the live lecture of Kris (2020, work out your annual goals and plans with [OKR]), and systematically studied "This is OKR" and "OKR Work Law". I think the core of the goal and key achievement lies in the implementation of the plan, that is, the planning book that the teacher asked me to write in those years. After all, I got more than 30 thousand yuan worth of knowledge from my teacher for free, which really made a big profit.
Recently, after listening to the teacher's compulsory course of Chinese studies, Yu advocated not making plans and letting nature take its course. He always tries to solve all kinds of problems. I believed what Teacher Yu said and stuck to the life I planned now. I don't think this is a contradiction. After all, I haven't reached the level of teacher Yu Qiu. I believe that he really doesn't need to plan, because he has mastered Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and I am still in the stage of cultivating self-cultivation and laying the foundation.
So bitter, so dear, so happy.
Speaking of the conditions of junior high school, the word "bitter" may be the most appropriate. More than 30 boys only occupy half the space of a classroom. In fact, there are three rows of bed boards put together. There are about six beds in the east row, and eight or nine people need to sleep. There is a high and low bed on the west side, with 8 bed boards connected up and down, which should be able to accommodate more than 20 people. It should be like sleeping three people on two beds. In winter, they can't feel warm when they are crowded together, because there is air leakage on all sides. At night, only one coal stove emits a little heat. In summer, they are very hot when they are crowded together, and the mattress is often soaked. Daily meals are limited to samples. Hot noodles, bean sprouts and steamed bread are rolled up every week. Because it is really hard to swallow, some students bring some pickles from home to eat, and I often buy an onion to eat. The most anticipated thing in a week is the meat cage on Friday. Steamed pork with green onions is attractive. If one night, my brothers and I go to a small shop to cook a bowl of instant noodles and then fry an egg, it will definitely improve my life.
It is under this condition that more than 70 of our brothers and sisters started junior high school life, because everyone is a fellow countryman and soon became familiar with it. Needless to say, Qingning in the village next door found that our parents were very familiar on the first day of registration, so we naturally played together; Later, it was discovered that Xiang Juan was related to Xu Ning in our village. These complicated village relationships were quickly familiar to everyone, but they were also quickly broken by everyone, because the boat of friendship has no geographical boundaries. Heng Yi and Qing Ning and I often go to the high circle to find Yan Chao and Gong Wang, to find Xiao Liang and Wang Rui in Qianwang, and to find Fu Guang, Chao Fu, Harry, Chunhui and Qing Ning in Daliulin and Xiliulin. My parents can also name several junior high school students to prove it.
At that time, boys and girls were also close. I remember it was a summer night, and maybe the weather was unbearable. We boys made an appointment to steal watermelons and let some girls wait on the playground. It is inevitable to steal melons and climb over the wall, but it must be driven by a sense of justice of sharing weal and woe. After all, it is embarrassing for girls to steal melons and climb over the wall. Only boys can do it, but eating melons is not embarrassing, which is a normal demand.
At the appointed time, everyone came to the playground, and this position should be regarded as the starting position of the impact. We asked the girls to wait in the middle of the playground, and several boys set off proudly. They soon arrived at the watermelon field. When we were looking for a bigger watermelon, we only heard a "stop". It turns out that the melon watcher found us and had to pick up one nearby and run away, so as to see the melon. Out of breath, we put the only two watermelons on the ground and everyone clapped together. The watermelon bloomed, and everyone took a piece and took a bite. The heroes told the glorious story of their escape while eating, and everyone laughed from ear to ear. The smile at that moment was still so vivid.
This is my 98-2, my dearest brothers and sisters. Everyone's face comes to mind as if we had never been apart.
I sincerely hope that no matter where we are, we can have a smile on our faces, sunshine in our eyes and hope in our hearts; Can be treated gently by years, so that youth will always stay in my heart.
This article was written in Xinyang, Henan Province on February, 20201March, 2000 to commemorate my junior high school life in the past three years.