I slipped when I volunteered for the college entrance examination. I was in a bad mood, because I did well in the exam at that time, and one book exceeded 48 points. I want to study medicine. My mother wants me to learn financial accounting from my sister. She said that being a doctor is not only tiring, but also has a low salary, so she can't take care of her family and so on. I should study accounting and finance like my sister, and then go to work in an office and become a white-collar worker. After that, you can find a better object and relax. As soon as I retorted, my mother shut me up and said I didn't know anything. I resisted in vain. When I finally volunteered, it was my favorite school and my mother's favorite school. Distributed like that.
Finally, I slipped and fell. Because without my knowledge, my mother changed all the information I filled in to obedience and disobedience, and changed my original first choice to the university she wanted me to go to. In the end, my score was only three points higher than the first choice, and I didn't obey the adjustment. Sure enough, I slipped.
Later, I was also upset because of the greetings from various relatives. Only then did I know that my mother had changed my wish. But I couldn't vent. During this period, I played a little game, and after completing the adventure mode. Then tell my parents that I'm going to repeat my studies and work hard for another year. I don't think I was admitted to my favorite medical university this year, because my fate with him has not yet arrived, so I will work hard for another year.
During this period, my mother cried for three days and couldn't afford to lie in bed. She kept saying that my life was not good and I couldn't go to college. It's hopeless to repeat, and it's not nice to say that our children don't repeat. Her colleagues and my father's colleagues are also embarrassed to ask.
I am helpless, but she is my mother. I have been coaxing my mother not to cry, even though I am sad. I told my mother that it didn't matter. I could make it up for another year. Then it's time to make up the record. At that time, the remaining majors were actually not very good, and there was no plan to make up the records. At that time, my mother was bent on going to college, and she even forced me to sign up for a make-up class, the preparatory course of two universities of finance and economics in this province. Tell me she changed my wishes. I broke down and cried. Going crazy. Finally, my dad couldn't figure it out and said, then cram school.