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Chapter 50 The Confused Life of Senior Three (3)

In my third year of high school, I was very sleepy.Want sleep.

Very sleepy.Very, very sleepy.Even just thinking of the thought "I want to sleep" makes my heart feel slightly sour.In the middle of the night, I would often wake up from the desk with sleep marks on my face, and when I looked up and saw the oath of "I will fight with you for the college entrance examination" posted on the wall, I felt the urge to cry.In fact, some girls in the class have already cried in private, but crying is not a solution, and they have to wipe their tears while doing math problems on the scratch paper.

In my third year of high school, I was a bit at a loss.

I still remember the single-plank bridge on both sides of the cliff like lost in the endless dense forest.So I thought how great it would be if the single-plank bridge for the college entrance examination became like that, and everyone trotted into the university hand in hand.But I know it's a fantasy or a dream.

The reason why a dream is called a dream is that it is difficult to realize.It's cruel, but it's also very reasonable. So-and-so said that when a child starts to learn to reason, he grows up.I guess I still inevitably grow up but I don't know if I'm going from a larva to a closed cocoon or from a closed cocoon to a beautiful butterfly, maybe it could be the latter, otherwise it wouldn't hurt so much.

My third year of high school was silent.

The third year of high school was like a pendulum, with school on one side and home on the other, and I was quietly doing simple harmonic motion between the two.The hustle and bustle is destined to be far away from me, but I don't know if what I have is quiet or silence.Sometimes silence is louder than noise.

Every night when I come home from self-study, the light in the living room is always on, and I know that it is my mother who is waiting for me.In the lonely world, in the silent world, there are still people waiting for you silently. This is the only comforting color in the pale life.

In the third year of high school, the teacher does not allow a grain of sand to exist, not to mention my "sandstorm" that poisons the front, back, left, and right sides.Then I decided to take measures according to the current situation and choose a second career with strong concealment—letter writing!A letter to Zhou Bing, Zhou Bing finally wrote back, saying that he is fine and just misses us!
Even if the teacher's lens is added with ten or eight circles, it is difficult to see the difference between what is written-on the notebook or on the letter paper. Besides, I still look up at the blackboard from time to time and nod if I understand.

And Zhou Chen also covered me!

In addition to living with papers in the third year of high school, I also have to live with others.In my life, there are people who do things completely by feeling, and there are people who do things not by feeling at all, and there are people who are full of "newspaper words", people who flatter all day but get slapped on the horse's leg...!
What impresses me is people who think bad things are accidents and people who think they are smart.In my opinion, there are not many accidents in the world, but there are more setbacks in life.And those who think they are smart may not know that the difference between being smart and being happy is that people who think they are smart are not smart, while people who think they are happy are very happy.

The main part of my life, besides sleeping, is studying.But at this moment, I have no intention of studying, or I don't do my job properly, that is my relatively depressed period.

After living for a long time, it becomes life.My current life is seven days after another, as regular as ants.Some people think of autumn in summer and spring in winter, but I think of Saturday in Friday.In fact, life is not that simple.Looking back on the past, I suddenly realized that my life has always been so simple...

No wonder people say life is shit.In the future, whoever talks about life in front of me, I will compete with real people.

I don't like the analysis of the questions in the political teacher's classroom, and I am tireless.

I don't like the question of whether the geography teacher has ever remembered it, but the patient answer is beautiful.

I don't like the way the Chinese teacher gives serious lectures, and the sonorous and forceful tone.

I don't like the kindness of the physics teacher.

I don't like math classes that stimulate the cerebral cortex to absorb knowledge!

Apart from gossip, only daydreaming leads me to look forward to the dream of college.

The head teacher held a meeting today and said that some students walked too slowly from the cafeteria to the classroom. He also said that the time wasted like this will at least make us memorize 2 words less. 2 words a day is 730 words a year. That’s less How many points do you get?I wondered if he would be satisfied if we were all flying to class.

Due to extra classes in school, I will not spend more than three hours a day at home except sleeping.I hate carrying a full schoolbag to go home every day, I don't like to chew on thick math problem sets, and I'm tired of the pile of black and white test papers, but I have to do it.

"Even if yesterday was the most painful, tomorrow will definitely be more painful than today"; Cheer yourself up.When I sat in the classroom of Class 4 ([-]) of high school, I was shocked to find that these were useless.

In a senior high school like ours with no recommendation rate, the gunpowder smoke in the third year is colorless and tasteless, but it makes people palpitate!
(End of this chapter)