None of us are children of God.
About the author: Lin Liyuan, the top liberal arts scholar in Guangxi in 2007, graduated from Pubei Middle School in Qinzhou, Guangxi. The total score of college entrance examination is 672. Now studying at Guanghua School of Management, Peking University. In fact, she is a lively and cheerful "almost hopeless" girl, who likes to "sweep goods" in the streets and play with all kinds of incredible things with Bao Hula on her back. However, in order to realize her long-standing dream of college, she became a "boring" person wholeheartedly and made 300 sets of papers in high school. Perhaps this is not the whole of life, but we can always find that self-awakening is related to the feast of life. At the Peking University freshman dance, she smiled like a flower when she remembered the "boring glory" of senior three. For the dream, boredom is worth it!
I don't know what words to use to describe the day when I realized my dream. Language always restricts the expression of emotions to some extent. The life of senior three is also mixed with a lot of flavor, so that everyone who walks carefully can't express their feelings when looking back.
There is a source of hysteria, and everyone is hysterical.
Since junior high school, my dream is Fudan University. When I was in senior three, I seemed to feel that I could reach out and touch my dreams. I have been instilled with the concept of college entrance examination countless times every day, so I have no choice but to make one last stop. I carved a few big characters on the small cupboard beside the bed: Kill in Fudan! I still remember the time when I swore to kill. Meditate once a day after getting up. I live the same life honestly and calmly, with peace of mind. Travel, crazy online shopping, gossip, love problems ... have all been reluctantly abandoned by me, and the seven-year Q era has come to an abrupt end. I'm really not a person who can study while playing. I am always tired, and occasionally I am complacent about my little success. My dream madness reached its limit when I first entered the third year of high school. Everything has become a college dream that I have recognized when the college entrance examination comes. The driving force of dreams is so strong that I am full of ambition.
Since the teacher announced the timetable for reviewing the college entrance examination, I took out a brand-new notebook and began to record my senior three. On the first page, there are only a few words: Fudan, wait for me! On the second page, there is only one line: my college entrance examination goal-more than 650 points. On the third page, there is a paragraph: "I know that everything will be there. I will fail in the big and small exams, but I will never give up my efforts and dreams. Environment can only affect me, but it can't determine my future. I am the only one who decides my future. Do a good job at hand and try to make your dreams come. " These three pages have been silently supporting my whole senior three life. As my high school teacher said: Whether you can fly this long mountain depends on the college entrance examination. Many students with dreams, like me, silently say "We must win this battle"!
Last semester of senior three, 65438+ 10, the first monthly exam came, and from that moment on, I felt the truth of the college entrance examination. During the National Day holiday, I dare not leave home for a day. From my motherland's birthday to the end of my holiday four days later, I get up at 7: 00 every morning and do my homework until 1 am. My lunch and lunch break are all done at my desk. I stayed at home and studied hard. When I open my eyes, my first thought is how to do the math problem that I didn't finish the night before. When you are tired, you fantasize about getting the admission notice from Fudan University. I am really crazy, I am willing to be the most honest student ... later I learned that everyone has the source of hysteria. I think that year 10 months, I was hysterical.
What's wrong with being a thinking nerd?
After the monthly exam, the publicity column of the school became lively, with many lists and notices about senior three written on it. Suddenly I feel that my sophomore year has gone far away, so far that I can't see any shadow of the past. I just stood there, knowing that what I posted on the table no longer meant a gesture. Senior three is not asking you to study in your life, nor to let your study penetrate into your life. Instead, don't forget to study at any time, and try to make yourself gain something in every time period, and the gain must be beneficial to the college entrance examination. "What's wrong with being a nerd in the college entrance examination?" I thought. It is repeated every day, simple and full, and slightly boring. But it doesn't matter, I do, it's all worth it!
When I climbed to the classroom on the fifth floor of the school in the morning, I was panting and sleepy. When I was sleepy, I dragged my deskmate and asked, "Tell me about the culture and history of the Tang Dynasty …" Or I complained nervously in the face of piles of review materials that still smelled of ink: "Is the price of paper reduced recently, so that the school has made so much money without stint?" Later, I put my feet on my seat, holding a book and a pen in my hand, trying to recite history, divide dynasties and topics, and even trying to throw the book out of the window; I ate a mouthful of rice at noon and looked at the next study task, thinking that I was busier than the Prime Minister; Jogging on the playground after school, forcing yourself to recite ancient Chinese while running; Do a lot of math problems in the evening, as described in many articles, with a cup of coffee next to it. Actually, it doesn't matter whether there is coffee or not. I haven't drunk it a few times, maybe it's just a symbolic thing ... This is my day, and I don't know if such a day will make others "despise" and feel too exaggerated and unbearable. But that's how I got here. I am an ordinary senior three. I'm stuck in senior three. I only know how to eat, attend classes and do problems mechanically. I am as calm as a small town in my hometown, and nothing great will ever happen.
Pain is never free.
Near the college entrance examination, all kinds of papers arrived as scheduled, and repeated bombing could not escape. The monthly exam is nothing. There is a big exam every Monday and a quiz every three days. This is just a rigid rule of the school. Teachers of various subjects are also discussing holding test papers to "communicate with students to maintain combat effectiveness" when the time is ripe. Starting from next semester, the curriculum of our grade will be completely revised, and it is absolutely normal for two classes to attend together. Every day, we will hand in N papers that have condensed our hard work in reviewing for nearly a year, and we will also get N papers with bright red scores. Score, a guy with great exciting value, was strong enough to shock all senior three students including me in the spring of 2007, that is, love and hate. Although I have long been an old hand in the exam, I am still worried that I will not get good grades in the exam. The frustration of "turning a hundred trials into steel" hangs over every subsequent exam: I feel that I have paid a lot of days and nights for mathematics, but I have not got the expected red apple. Liberal arts synthesis is also a subject that stings my nerves. Four-point multiple-choice questions and very short-answer questions, a little negligence, watching their good grades suddenly disappear, like missing a gorgeous encounter, and finally getting nothing. But even so, I still clamor for Fudan every day, and I still do it with a lot of papers every day. Because I have no choice, I have been studying and studying. ...
Like periodic learning, learning planning is very strong. Generally, two weeks before the monthly exam, I will take a day off to make up the schedule for these two weeks and review it step by step. The daily tasks of each subject will be very heavy. Two weeks before the monthly exam is my most tired time, so I will treat myself once after each monthly exam, no matter whether the exam is good or bad, as long as I study hard. I have always adhered to the principle that suffering is never free. I'm a big fan of shopping, and jewelry stores are my favorite. The more I fail the exam, the more I like to dress myself up and have a good mood, and then hide in a small room and play tarot cards with myself until I am satisfied. That is something that always fills me with expectations and surprises, and it may be the best ornament in my boring life in the college entrance examination. There must be hope in life. For example, when you study hard, you subconsciously tell yourself that after this hurdle, there will be a wonderful thing waiting for you, and then the efficiency will be much higher, and every minute will be worthwhile.
After the results, my teachers and parents are full of "Peking University, Peking University" in the face of the status of "number one scholar". At that time, I became at a loss. After all, I gave up my dream of Fudan and chose Peking University. The courage of Peking University is irresistible to every senior three. On the day of the consultation, I went to the booth of Fudan University for a long time, then turned around and left silently. ...
After the college entrance examination, I sorted out all kinds of review materials I used in the past year. The test papers distributed by the school are very crowded, occupying half the bookshelf. I went to the bookstore to buy sets of questions (that is, sets of test paper types and exercises): 83 sets of Chinese, 52 sets of English, 65 sets of mathematics and 95 sets of liberal arts synthesis. I didn't finish all the other papers and sets except the short answer questions of liberal arts. I recorded many notes and precautions with red, blue and black pens, and read four math books from beginning to end. I have done two English reading exercises, three cloze exercises, three grammar training exercises and five history textbooks. I recited them seven or eight times, and cut a geographical map into a full size that can be put in my pocket ... People always think that I have always been so excellent and smooth, but in fact, only I know what my life is like, although I don't feel pain at all. Remember to look at the alley outside the flickering classroom every night during self-study and wait for my mother to take me home; I think of the collapse of shutting myself in my room for two whole days without going to school and staring blankly at the wall. I told myself again and again that this was the ingenious arrangement of God, and he made me suffer a lot before the college entrance examination, so that I passed the college entrance examination smoothly. I came over again and again in confusion and confusion, because I always believed that our future was not a dream, and our future success was equidistant from everyone. There was never only the beauty of spelling out, but also the glory of waiting. Now I don't know how to say my study method. Maybe my method is a bunch of "sea tactics" and a round of summary (including learning summary and self-summary).
"A heart, it is absolutely not hurt by the pursuit of dreams. The loss and pride, clarity and confusion of the road to study lie in what kind of mentality you have. Efforts will fail, and there will be times when I lose courage, but I must work hard. I am working hard. I need strength, silence and will. Everything is just a process, and success and happiness are the destination. Life can be boring, but you must be happy. We are not children of God, we are just children with dreams. " After the college entrance examination, I commemorate my senior three. I decided to continue my "boring" life in Peking University in the further future, making a veil with a smile and growing like a snail.