As the title.

When I was in class a few days ago, my mobile phone suddenly received QQ messages from my classmates. I said I was a classmate, but I didn't really say a few words.

As we all know, university circles live together 24 hours like high schools, and many times people are not familiar with their names. In addition, because I am a new class after my sophomore major, I know little about this classmate.

I ordered it with doubt. It turned out to be a short message asking for a vote. Because the new round of the selection of party activists is about to begin again, the class will definitely vote for personnel. At this time, all the students who signed up are trying their best to attract people.

In fact, I have received this kind of canvassing information more than once or twice. Three good students should vote, excellent league members should vote, excellent class cadres should vote, plus various competitions, activities and publicity at ordinary times. ...

It seems that college students say three words every day: I'm going to a meeting, give me the answer and vote for me.

What puzzles me most is that people who never talk to me much, or even can't write each other's names, send me messages in the tone of "a dear savior".

I think if I were you, I would never say such a thing, and of course, I wouldn't do such a thing. It's not that it's bad. It's just that what was originally democratic and voluntary, and everyone did what he could, suddenly changed its taste.

what can I say? I have paid little attention to this kind of honorary certificate in the university. It is impossible to say that I went to the competition for a trophy, or that I did well in the final exam just to get a scholarship.

The result is good, but if you do something with such initial intention, then the process is really boring.

I have met many such people, begging for a piece of paper, taking part in a competition just for a comprehensive evaluation score and fighting for a title with my roommate. ...

Some people say that this is reality, cruel and heartless. I don't agree. At least in my undergraduate study, I don't think those papers and trophies can bring me the life I want. Or watching others fight for a little petty profit, there is a sense of joy.

The truly realistic things will always be better than these.

You can say that this is a sign of no progress, but I don't understand the original intention of this progress.

Every time at this time, I always like to tell myself a word: different ways, no common cause. The longer you stay, the more things you experience, and the more you can feel the benefits of this sentence. It's not that I'm paralyzed. I really think the honor that others are ashamed of is nothing to me.

I'll keep it if you give it to me, and I won't insist if you don't give it to me. Because my destination is not here.

So after receiving this message, I didn't reply, but silently signed up. Probably I chose the most compromise method without violating my original intention and being fluent.