On the right of 65438+ is the office building, which is neither fish nor fowl. There are teachers living in it, and students are even crowded in the computer room. How to screw it up? Forget it.
2. Go further inside, the so-called teaching area, and you will only have an unsightly sense of despair! The playground at 250, the ping-pong table like a martyr's tomb, broke through the freshness of history, and the university was actually full of bungalows ... two words: fuck 3. Going back, it is the legendary living area. A * * * is three green dormitories on the second floor, and there is a four-story dangerous building with three boys and one girl. You see, the ratio of male to female is 6: 65438. At that time, I made up for it for two years, but I would rather die than study this thing to break the school. It's totally sad that two people in our class have to go back or go back to cram school after paying tuition fees.
The next one is worse. Dining halls, bathhouses, and dining halls are so expensive that only one dish can be cooked. For example, the most unpalatable cabbage is also a plate, and the best chicken nuggets are also that plate. They and the school leaders never pay attention to it. The bathhouse is similar to the pig killing room I once saw on TV. If no one tells you where you are, I can bet you twelve ounces of gold that you won't find it. Because they are all green painted bungalows, and they are in a dark corner.
Every student who goes to college will yearn for one place: the Student Union, which can be abbreviated as "running errands". As soon as something happens at school, students can enter. In other colleges and universities, students' union must participate in any big action of the school. This school, cut!
School leaders are full of shit, because they love to fart. What is fart? It only thunders and it doesn't rain. I see. Let's not talk about it.
Fuck graduation. When you graduate, other schools simply fill out a form and it's OK. Do you know how many forms we handed in? 14? When I was about to get my diploma, I don't know which ghost invented another form. I'm back at school after work, and I have to go back and stamp. I want to kiss my grandmother!
When I vented, you wondered why I didn't send some photos. That's it. Trust me, listen to me, and you will benefit. If you don't believe me, you will regret it!