In my sophomore year, I made up my mind to apply for this university, because I like, like purple and blue uniforms ~ like forensic pioneer 123~, so I applied for the major of police department. As I wish, I was lucky enough to enter my first major.
At that time, I cut half my hair without saying anything. From then on, I took a neutral wind and didn't stop until I encountered pain.
one
The ideal is full and the reality is skinny. When I first started school, I didn't know anything. I couldn't even adjust the take-away training clothes, and I didn't even know how to use them. The winter quilt is still fluffy and thick, and has not been shaped by Shuai Shuai. At that time, I thought the bench was for sitting; At that time, I thought that cups were used for brushing teeth and filling water; At that time, I thought the mat was for sleeping; At that time, I thought that winter and summer were used for building; At that time, I thought mosquito nets were used to separate mosquitoes; At that time ... maybe I thought too much. Here, before the military training, the three views are all upside down ... It turns out that everything you can see here is to be enshrined. In the following days, I became a slave of the army quilt …
We didn't attend the formal military training. Has been trained by the student union. Morning training, afternoon training and evening training. I was trained to have the illusion that I wanted to betray my country. God ~
two
Roll call is shouting. If you shout "here" lower, you will repeat your name until you shout loudly enough. It seems that even gentleness is wrong here, and you will be punished for your gentleness.
I have to stand in a military posture for at least three hours every day, and what supported me at that time was my high school memory that I still don't want to be awakened. I was very tired at that time, and it was hard enough to stand in the military posture. People from the student union (the women's department of the police training department of the discipline inspection department) came and held our hands tightly, so we didn't have to use force. Open once, "Squat thirty times, do it, and count loudly". Then there will be a loud voice counting loudly, and occasionally a classmate will say, "didn't you eat?" Count it out loud and do it again. " They walked around us. At that time, even standing in a military posture and glancing at other places would be trained. At that time, my hand was tortured like chicken feet by the military posture and the student union, and I want to hook it back. Every day, I always stare at the back of the head of the person in front of me with my teeth gnashing, for fear that mosquitoes will fly by and I won't see them. At that time, the bench was not for us to sit on, but for training. Why is it called training Just like even the bench should be consecrated, I was very tired of being trained to take the bench, but suddenly I felt that I was in tears for a thousand dollars. Put your hands on the bench for a few minutes and don't move. At that time, I felt my ass was heavy and wanted to sit on the bench. However, they are anxious.
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I remember folding the quilt before the first party. It was spectacular (I buried my face and didn't dare to look) and it couldn't be folded at that time. I used to think that tofu blocks were as ridiculous to me as idiots. A senior from the Student Union came to the dormitory to teach us how to fold the quilt, which slightly improved the appearance of my things. Soon after, we were arranged to grind the quilt. It was very hot in summer at that time, so we had to wear long-sleeved training clothes, belts and hats. Our second police brigade was arranged to grind quilts in the basketball court. In the scorching sun, you grind the quilt, hold the quilt mat and attach a bench at noon. Oh, great! The bench is used to grind the quilt ~ then I spread the mat on the basketball court and put the quilt on it to grind it around. My inner hand probably grinds the quilt too hard and too hard, and a large piece of mud is purple, which is particularly painful. I still remember that at that time, I didn't smell like a girl's shower gel or a faint perfume of a mature woman, but I smelled like wind oil mixed with iron wine every day. Dispersed in the air. Most students are the same, one red and one purple, so colorful.
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Speaking of military training, we are already scarred. Then again into the arms of the instructor. It's just my god ~ the sun is boiling hot in the morning. In less than an hour, sweat dripped from my fingertips to the ground, and we still didn't move. We will be arranged to stand on the third step of the step station. At that time, my hamstring was tense, and I was afraid that I would stand unsteadily or faint when I moved. There is a chubby guy standing in front of me, often shaking or unstable. Every time I see him trembling, I get scared. What if he falls down because he is unstable? Will I be flat? I think this is how our revolutionary friendship was built for others. "Silence is better than sound" is really good ~
five
Military training in the morning, in-situ action training, grinding quilts in the afternoon, and occasionally being trained by the student union or continuing action training in the evening. In fact, the basketball court is a place full of memories. After another session, how much tired water and blood are scattered here. That night, I was scolded inexplicably (anyway, the student union will always find various reasons to teach us a lesson, and you, a freshman, can't refute it), so we have been doing push-ups, or "push-ups, down, up, one!" " However, these two seem to have been waiting for a century. Get down, raise your head, and hold on. At that time, even the boys around gave a hard and tired sigh. That night, the night shone brightly on us, and the sweat fell directly to the ground, without stint, like an open faucet.
five
You can fall asleep every day, but we can't. To grind the quilt, you have to run several times with it lifted. It's so hot. At that time, in order to grind the quilt, I always used a flashlight to grind it hard in the narrow space of the dormitory. And I have to make an appointment with my roommate to make a floor mill alone. Now think about how lovely we are. We have many revolutionary friendships. I copied the toothbrush hundreds of times together, and for the first time I saw "nothing can be put in the cabinet of the water dispenser" and the management of water and electricity. During military training, basically all the rare ten-minute breaks are used to punish plagiarism and replacement. Our instructor was a senior in junior year. At that time, they saw that we were very distressed and went to complain. As a result, we were punished even worse. Don't think that you can run amok with the protection of instructors. We have been squatting there, and finally waited for a stand-up comedy. The right foot was almost broken in the middle, and it took a long time to replenish blood. I thought I lost my intuition.
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Finally, the military training passed, which was really hard. We have all produced many revolutionary friendships. Compared with other classes, which class can best shout multi-storey voice-activated lights and run to the playground with a quilt to sing "I love you with a quilt!" " Just like mice love rice! "There are many passers-by outside, and our voices resound through the sky. Wipe the sweat off your face one by one and move on. This is my choice. I cried, but I never regretted it.
At that time, several girls in our dormitory cried, and now the tears hidden in my heart are hidden behind the chic. Fortunately, we survived. We gritted our teeth and survived.
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At that time, girls who had boyfriends would complain to their boyfriends whenever they were free. Long-distance love is very hard, and it hurts to see your girlfriend being tortured into darkness from a distance. If your girlfriend is a police cadet, if she doesn't call you back suddenly, she will either fall asleep or go to a party, and it will be too late to call you back.
"Forget the rally, I love you." These may be three books for police cadets ~
After the military training, it was a seven-day National Day holiday. We hurried home to show off our scars and our black and white unevenness (I felt black and reflective). Yes, it is. We survived, but what awaits us is not the unknown future, but the special training after the National Day. Hoo hoo ~