Bit by bit

When I came to Changsha, I felt exhausted, and the teacher was not very good. My weak points were geography and mathematics, and most of them were self-study every day.Alas, I don't want to mention it again.

I was born in 92, and most of my classmates were born in 95. There was even a female student named Xie Yingshui who was born in 96.So I hid my age.There is also another classmate in 92 in the class. She doesn't know how to hide her age, and she doesn't know how many people say about her behind her back.What's even more ridiculous is that people told me that my classmate in 92 was so old and still in the college entrance examination cram school. I had to say that she was a person with dreams, and she was already Very good.At that time, my heart was broken.

The forms to be filled in the class were really one after another. One time, Xie Yingshui in the class found out. I asked her not to tell others, and she agreed, and she saved me once.But later, there were more and more forms. Every time the teacher brought the forms, I was overwhelmed, and I saved myself from danger many times.Once another person in the class revealed his age, and there was an uproar again. Jiang Lin, who was a bit talkative, asked me about me. I really wanted to lie, but I couldn't tell the truth, so I got away with it.What they said was ugly, and every sentence was stabbed with knives and stabs.I want to try my best to ignore it, or even forget it, but the words are clear.

Another physical examination was blood drawing, and I had to fill in the age. I was really sad. That time I made excuses and took it last, so that I escaped the catastrophe.

The pressure is too great, and the exams come one after another. For me, who is partial to subjects, I feel sad after each exam.My Chinese is very good, but there is no difference in the subject of Chinese, even if it is No.1.What's more, my language is not always the first.The scene that impressed me the most was hiding in the toilet and crying.

Only now do I understand that no matter how hard I try, it won’t help, such as my short-legged math and geography, and I didn’t take a photo of the group graduation there, which devastated me too much.

After the journey of studying in Changsha, I completely gave up.

I really want to go to a good university, major in journalism, and be a host of this type of interview like Chen Luyu.

To give up is to give up, but these things happened silently in my heart. It seems that nothing happened, but in fact it is already terminally ill.Whenever I think about it, or wake up in the middle of the night, my heart still hurts.

As a child of a poor family, others say that reading can change your destiny. I have always believed in this. I have been fighting for this goal for so many years. When everything becomes a bubble, what should I do...