When I first came to my freshman year, I was shattered by life, and everything was fragmented. Think about how to spend every day, and then look at the classmates around you, dressed beautifully, spending money smartly and having fun smartly. I forgot what college is for, so I thought at that time, anyway, I don't take the postgraduate entrance examination, as long as I don't fail the exam. Then I heard countless people talk about how unimportant college grades are. Therefore, I even underestimated my achievements.
But I forgot myself, except that my grades can be better than theirs, what else can compare with them? So that the whole freshman year passed in a daze, others were in class, and I was following the drama. While others are sleeping, I am still chasing drama, while others are studying in class, and I am chasing drama in the dormitory. Therefore, during the whole freshman year, the whole body has been decadent and the body has been decadent. No one in the class thinks highly of himself.
By chance, I became a tutor and made some money. From then on, my mind was full of money. I want to prove myself by myself. So I will go out to work part-time on Saturday and Sunday, and the feeling at that time is still great. But then I found out that you were nothing to them. When doing a part-time job, you will be looked down upon because you didn't graduate from college. So at that time, the idea of postgraduate entrance examination came into being. But I still need money.
So when I was a sophomore, I made money while studying, and my grades didn't improve much in the end. Finally, I am a junior. This year, I wanted to enter party member, but I was rejected because of my poor grades. I want to apply for poor students. They know what you do at home, but not as good as them. But you are not in this year's quota. You want to find a rational guide, but he has put the bad words first. Without this money, no one can starve to death. In your eyes, this money is just a few clothes. He also said that the selection of poor students was not done by himself, so there was no black-box operation when to accept gifts. These places were all voted by classmates. If you can't connect, you can only blame yourself for not mixing well.
But I also want to ask her. I didn't do anything. If they are in trouble, I will help them! But in their eyes, I am not a passionate person. They just think that I am buttering up to them, and they will only look down on me more. In their eyes, those two people in our dormitory are better people. Although they know that a girl has money at home, she often owes money to others and never pays it back. Although she is friendly to people on the surface, she has always supported me behind my back, bringing her water from the lower berth and quarreling about it. But no one will help me when we quarrel. They will only stand next to that rich girl and accuse me together. Say, why are you doing this? Don't like helping others.
So what can I do? After all, it's still your own fault. What were you doing when you were a freshman and a sophomore?