Memories of my unforgettable senior three years: 20 10-08-23 Author: 159 14700 Click: 798 inadvertently passed through my fingers. In a blink of an eye, I found that the calendar had turned to June, July and August, two days that I was most concerned about by all candidates and parents. Only to find that another year has passed inadvertently. This special time reminded me of high school. I remember telling myself that I would never return to my memory after the third year of high school, and I would erase that bitter memory from my mind. But can it really be like that? After years of precipitation, I found that something impressed me more deeply in my mind, which made it difficult for me not to think about it. In September 2006, I was promoted to the third year of senior high school and started that extraordinary day. A few days before the start of school, the class teacher gave us a class meeting every day. Every time, it revolves around how to live in this senior three, whether to muddle along or go down in a down-to-earth way. Every time he tells us a lot of truth, it will greatly boost the morale of all of us. I started to review in senior three with high expectations for myself. Unconsciously, the so-called senior three review began. Those days were very tiring. I get up early every day and sometimes stay up late to study by candlelight. Life is boring. There is nothing in life. Whenever I don't want to study, I will think about what I am doing this time next year, whether to go to college or to study again. This is full of fighting spirit. It was like this for the first two months, and I was nervous every day. But because of my wrong learning method, I get twice the result with half the effort. I'm not sad, I'm not slack, I'm still the same. Every day is the time to listen to lectures and do homework. Classes in senior three are always full. The last class in the morning is self-study and there are two classes in the evening. There is a lot of homework every day. No one dares to say that he has finished his homework that day. Never. It seems that everyone is used to such a busy day, bitter but full. After class, the classroom will be noisy like a pot, because there are only ten minutes to talk, and a class will be held tightly. This is a way for everyone to relax. Sometimes because learning is really boring, I have a lot of words in my heart that I don't know who to tell. Sometimes I climb up the window and look out. The color of the sky is so dark that I can't see far away. I really don't know whether I am confused or tired. Anyway, I just don't want to study, and sometimes I even want to end my senior three life early. I remember that at that time, every night, our senior three students had to continue studying for half an hour after the evening self-study of senior one and senior two. Because the afternoon meal is about five or six o'clock, four or five hours have passed by when they make up lessons at night, and they are already hungry. At that time, Shao Bo, our monitor, was responsible for buying eggs and milk for our classmates in the canteen every night, taking a big bucket and loading a lot when he came back. Eggs and milk are hot and slightly cheaper than normal prices. We have about 10 minutes to add meals in the middle. At that time, I was sitting at the last table, and the male students in my class always said that I was a land of abundant scenery (in fact, they just took a fancy to my vast area). After class was over, they ran to play behind us, made trouble behind us, and sometimes kicked shuttlecock. Sometimes they just listen to me and work for them blindly, and sometimes they comment on a female student in the class. Hehe, now. At that time, I was lazy I never draw water. I always drink their blood, especially a girl. After class, I'll go and pour water for others. I don't care if people don't want me to pour it. I can say anything. I have never met an ordinary girl. I am timid, but I never seem to be afraid of that girl. I tell them anything ugly. There are some allusions in it. I was embarrassed to say hehe, and then she called our head teacher, so I didn't dare to provoke her again and never poured her water again. But to tell you the truth, I didn't like her either, so I took her as my buddy, but it was a bit too much. I believe that almost all the students in our class knew my anecdote at that time, but it was also hearsay and nonsense everywhere. Finally, several versions were published, which made me feel that I really had something to do with her. Alas, my reputation was ruined once, hehe, now I think it's quite funny in retrospect. The only thing I regret is that I didn't listen to the teacher at the beginning. Didn't study but didn't follow the teacher's review plan. I always felt that many things he said were useless, so I stopped listening to the teacher and began to guide myself according to my own plan. Many monthly exams have long hinted that this review method is not good, but I am still so stubborn that I will not look back until I hit the south wall. Hey, now I understand the teacher's good intentions, a little ashamed! At that time, I was tired of my senior year. It's so boring, I've always wanted to change my life. At that time, what I thought most about was college. I didn't go to college. What I want to hear is that the university is beautiful, there are not many courses, you can fall in love, you can play every day, and you have enough time to do your own thing every day. For high school students, no one has ever yearned for it. I fantasize about ending this day early every day, but is college really fun? I went to college and found that it was quite fresh at first, but it happened every day. What's the point? Very boring. I really feel that I haven't learned anything and it's a waste. Now I know that the place where I can learn knowledge is high school, not college. The really interesting life is in high school, especially in senior three, which I can't forget for many years. As for universities, most people are mixed. How many really study? Even if you want to learn, but others don't, won't you get worse in that environment? It is a fact that the environment will change people. I really want to tell my brothers and sisters who are in high school that you should not always rush to go to college. That kind of life is not fun at all. Don't always think how good it is. Calm down, seize the present and don't waste time. Didn't you hear someone joke about the days of college students? "I slept in a row in class, I was fascinated by anti-terrorism, and the legend was tireless. I sent a text message to the arrears, smoked the hemp plenary session, didn't drink two bottles of white wine, skipped classes in groups, and lived in college for a long time!" Of course, this does not mean that all universities are like this, and not all college students are so depraved, but I dare say that most people spend their college life like this. I don't think I will think of things in college after n years, and there is nothing worth remembering, but I will never forget those hundreds of high schools that burn the midnight oil day and night, which is worth remembering. The day of the college entrance examination finally came unexpectedly. The weather was unusually hot those two days. The scorching sun outside the examination room scorched every examinee's face, and every student's nerves were tested in the examination room, and his brain was about to collapse. So he spent these two crucial days nervously. After walking out of the English examination room, my heart suddenly calmed down. I don't know whether this is a relief or an end. Anyway, I suddenly felt very empty, and suddenly found myself as if I had changed. On the evening of the 8 th, I came to the classroom early, came to the "battlefield" where we fought day and night, and casually dug out a book, but I couldn't read it. Suddenly, I found that everything had changed. Nearly half of the students were taken back by their parents that afternoon, leaving only those of us who are far from home. The classroom suddenly seemed empty, without the tension of the past. For a year, I have never felt nostalgia for this classroom. At this moment, I suddenly want to stay in this classroom for one night. Maybe this is a thing I can't stand. Finally, the class teacher said a few words and said, go home. You can go home tomorrow. Anyway, you can have a rest. I suddenly feel so warm when I listen. Why have I never felt this way before? Suddenly, I felt that every teacher was good, only to find out after I left. Well, sometimes it does. When you have something, you don't cherish it. Once lost, you will find its value and regret it. We know that this will be the last night at school. After that night, we will never come back and no one will rest. That night, I went back to the dormitory, and the students who stayed behind shouted and sang loudly, as if I were doing the last vent. The whole night was like a different person, maybe it was a helpless performance. I got on the bus early the next morning and reluctantly left my alma mater. Dear alma mater, I can never go back. I just left you. Postscript: please cherish your senior three life. Although it is very bitter, you will get through it and you will give a thumbs up and admire yourself. It turned out that those days were really full. It is really worth living. If you spend it easily, it may be a lifelong regret. Although you didn't feel it at that time, you will regret it even after a year. If the university is an oasis, then the third year of high school is a desert. If you want to reach that oasis, you have to cross this desert first, so you have to carefully prepare for the final crossing of the year and constantly improve your "equipment" in order to be invincible in the final battle. Finally, I wish all candidates can realize their dreams.