Time: 2009-8-916:57:03 Words: 7060
Unclear first day
I seemed to have gotten used to running around. Sometimes, my mind would be tired from running around and want to rest. Wandering was the truest portrayal of my junior high school life.
I was admitted to Xu Ping Junior High School in the first year of junior high school. It had been too long, but for some reason, I didn't report. That day, I was working in the fields, but my eyes were eager to go to school as soon as possible. I had no choice but to ask my neighbor for help. He was a teacher at Yangzhuang Middle School and recommended me to go. From then on, my junior high school life was no longer peaceful.
The first year of junior high school was blurry but also clear.
The junior high school in Yangzhuang was the best in the town and was famous for its high enrollment rate. There were a lot of classes in Grade One. I forgot that there should be seven or eight of them. After I came here, I was like Grandma Liu who had entered the Grand View Garden. My level was really ordinary. If I wanted to make a name for myself in this place, I would have to put in more effort.
Because of the care of their neighbors, they enjoyed special treatment. They lived alone in the school's laboratory, so they had to enjoy " special treatment." Their experience was naturally extraordinary.
I was a very ordinary student and shouldn't have too many thoughts. My studies were the center of my life, but the environment forced me to think quietly.
Being discriminated against and coming to this school was like a soaring eagle with its wings broken. Sometimes, its moans seemed weak.
She bid farewell to the hustle and bustle, bid farewell to the warmth, and left her parents 'sight. She carried a bag of food and took enough money. A new life began. Every Sunday, she would come home exhausted and with a bag of dirty clothes." Mom, help me wash it."”，His mother nodded helplessly.
There were many test subjects in the laboratory, but because it was a biological laboratory, there were more mannequins. There were two rooms and two beds, and four people lived there. There was a guillotine inside that controlled the lights of all the classes in the third year of junior high school, so we didn't dare to rest early, lest the students in the third year of junior high school break in and disturb our beautiful dreams.
Life can never be peaceful. The five of us left school one after another, and the two brothers finally chose their own path. I heard that they were doing well at Foxconn. They might even have a part-time job and 5,000 yuan a month. There were fewer people and it was quieter. We bought a stove and cooked lunch ourselves. Life was enjoyable. It was the long nights that I couldn't bear. Anyway, I couldn't sleep, so I wandered around the campus. That winter, I was about to walk to the laboratory door when a strong beam of light came over." What did you do?”
It was him again, in charge of politics and education. I was speechless.
"I'm going to watch a movie." I answered uneasily.
"Alright then, just stand there for a while!”
I naively thought that " a while " would only be ten minutes. He left, and I didn't move. I shivered in the wind. Shame. Maybe I shouldn't have come to this school. Why did I have to live in a special laboratory? About an hour later, he finally appeared.“
"I live in the laboratory. I know XXX.”
"Oh, I'm here to capture three special people from the laboratory.”So that's how it is, damn it. The next day, I probably had a fever.
From now on, the three of us will always be on guard against him. Don't let him catch us. Finally, one night, at eleven o'clock, he knocked on the laboratory door. We recognized the sound and found someone to open the door. The other two went into the laboratory cabinet and did not dare to breathe. He did not find any " problem."" I clearly heard someone talking," he said resentfully. Fortunately, we reacted quickly. That kind of life was no different from White Terror.
The first year of junior high school passed silently. It seemed very disappointing. We only got the ninth place in the class. If this continued, there was no hope for a key high school. It was also very difficult to get into a secondary school. At that time, getting into a secondary school was like finding a job. It was very attractive to our family situation. I've lost the last bit of good will I have for this school, even though it's the best in my town.
After being encouraged by my neighbor, Xiao Xian, I decided to transfer schools. This time, I was very close to the town, about a mile away from home. I had three meals a day at home, which was very satisfying. Moreover, the school's tuition was the lowest in the town, 115 yuan per semester. Perhaps it was because of Nanyang First Professional High School Affiliated to Zhongyuan, they probably didn't expect to make money from poor students like us.
I lived under the attention of my classmates. Perhaps it was because I was born with the appearance of a fool. Although I didn't study hard on the surface, my grades were not bad, so some people were always unhappy. Sometimes I really don't understand why I always quarrel with my deskmate and get along well with other students. Is it my nature to destroy the people closest to me and make them hurt and cry? Perhaps it was because he wasn't tall at that time and was easily bullied by others. He wasn't very outstanding, and he didn't want to pretend to be lovable. He had a little pride complex. Being my deskmate naturally felt a lot of pressure, so he couldn't help but vent his anger on me. Now that he thought about it, it was actually a little ridiculous. Because of their close relationship, I felt that I could be a little cruel to them, be stricter, and be a little ruthless. If that was the case, wouldn't I be too concerned about their future? Everyone had their own thoughts. I forced my own ideas on them, and they rebelled. This is also what I often say to my younger brother, my mother, and my girlfriend. Sometimes, we can turn a blind eye to other people's mistakes. We can't do it to our loved ones or our wives. If she's wrong, we have to correct her. Even if she's very unhappy at the time, she'll figure it out sooner or later.
The second year of junior high school that I don't remember deeply
The second year of junior high was supposed to be fun, but it didn't seem to feel like it.
It seemed like nothing had happened all day. The only thing I remembered was that this school didn't seem to have any future. It was just that our seniors were admitted to a technical secondary school or a key high school. It was a very enviable thing. I don't know if one day we would be like them and fight for a place. At that time, not everyone was qualified to participate in the middle school examination.
Perhaps it was because of his form teacher in the second year of junior high school. He had appendicitis at that time and had rested for nearly half a year. The school changed the form teacher and arranged for a temporary form teacher, so he did not have much of an impression.
The third year of junior high is just like that
The third day of junior high was approaching. I already felt the pressure approaching. Burning the midnight oil and fighting had become a common occurrence. I was used to this kind of life. In the dark night, I could be more awake and see those eyes clearly. The so-called three points and one line had finally been drawn. They left home early in the morning and rushed to school after eating. Once they arrived at school, they immediately became learning machines. Every day, there were endless questions to solve and difficult math questions to debate. The teacher always reminded them that they were already in the third year of junior high school. There was not much time to waste. Please work overtime and study.
The English teacher was very fond of me. Although my oral English was good and I didn't study very hard, this English teacher's teaching method was very unique. The association method and doggerel method made me remember many unfamiliar words. Many people couldn't remember,"Thief." He would say, Wife. Generally speaking, a mother-in-law would guard her wife like a thief. This way, the thief would remember her. I feel that if we follow his method, we can really publish a book. It's a new teaching method. It was at that time that people were very conservative. They said that he was a little lecherous, which made the girls stare straight at him. Perhaps it was because of the jealousy of their youth, but there were many similar comments. Now that she thought about it, it was a very normal thing.
My body was undergoing unprecedented changes. In the third year of junior high school, my height increased by leaps and bounds, from 150 to 168. This might be a miracle, or perhaps this was something that no medicine could achieve. I was finally no longer the little boy who always sat in the front row. I could finally walk to the middle rows.
In 1992, China was also undergoing this unprecedented change. The market economy finally entered the lives of the people with more and more calls. I clearly felt that the relationship between neighbors was not as good as before. Working was entering our lives for the first time. My elder sister and the rest of them started their long journey with their dreams. The names of Buji and Longhua flooded into our minds. Foxconn was also the first to enter the rural corner. Our village chief also started a headcount business. The business was booming.
At that time, my idea was to get into a middle school. I heard that this thing was about distribution and eating imperial food. This was the life my parents yearned for, so I followed my dream step by step. I didn't have the confidence to fight this battle well, and I didn't want to waste my parents 'money. Although my form teacher,"Little Beard"(his surname was Hu, and he liked to grow a small beard, so he got this nickname), kept persuading me to give it a try, I couldn't. At that time, there were still targets. The targets were limited. I couldn't fight a battle without preparation and couldn't take too much risk. The English teacher felt sorry for me. After all, I had always been his favorite student.
My math, English, and Chinese were really good, especially my English teacher. Unfortunately, I was also very disappointing, or I was willing to let myself sink into it and actually mixed around. The result was obvious. That year, I didn't even participate in the examination, hoping to do a good job next year.
Occasionally, I would add that there seemed to be biology classes in junior high school. In some courses, they talked about physiological hygiene, such as sperm and egg cells. Anyway, people were very conservative back then. When the biology teacher talked about this kind of subject, he would blush, especially the male biology teacher who seemed very embarrassed. However, the female teacher seemed to be more open-minded and had a more active mind.
The fourth day has finally arrived
The fourth day came in a hurry. I had already made preparations for the eight-year war of resistance and vowed to spend the rest of my life in prison.
It was no longer possible to review in the first high school because its middle school department had announced its closure. This was a huge blow to my soul. I came to the worst school in the town to review. Even so, the principal here had spoken rudely and he had to pay a heavy price for it.
The first thing the class teacher said was that he hoped that we could achieve a breakthrough. My form teacher and I were known as golden partners, so we alienated from our classmates. This might be a failure in our interpersonal relationship in the fourth year of junior high school, or it might be related to my aloof personality. I didn't work hard and threw them to the back of my mind. I strolled the streets all day to see the local customs. They lay on the table and worked hard like bees. In fact, they often fell asleep in a short while. Talent! I felt more and more that I was not used to this class. Moreover, it seemed that the teacher was not optimistic about this class. She laughed at us for not having a future. It was just that the language teacher was more dedicated. I vaguely felt that she seemed to have a hidden illness. When she coughed, her face would be very red, like an apple. Because of the language teacher's existence, I stayed in this class. I once wrote an article about our meeting thirty years later. I really miss the teacher of this person in charge.
This school was located in the middle of town, so the security situation was obvious. There were often some hooligans who came to harass them, but it was rare during normal school hours. The house was already very old, but fortunately, it was warm in winter and cool in summer. There is an ancient bell on the east side of the classroom. When we were there, there were people who leaned against it as an electric bell. The sound was very powerful and could be transmitted a few kilometers away. "There are many legends about that ancient bell. It was said that a long time ago, this was a temple. Judging from the architectural style, it was like this. A monk escaped here from afar. Because this monk was a very magical person, he took a bell with him when he left. Strangely, the bell had wings and could fly far away. When it flew to my hometown, it accidentally fell off and broke its wings. It hung on the top of the temple. At that time, the ancient bell could travel about 10 kilometers." At that time, Zhenren Quan would gather when he heard the bell. As time passed, the legend still existed. However, the ancient clock was gradually forgotten, rusted, and damaged. In the end, when everyone had an electric bell, it was also canceled, and gradually disappeared from people's minds.
At that time, my deskmate was from my family. His mouth was full of dialect (Guizhou dialect. His father and one of my distant uncles were from the same family, so we naturally became a family). No one could understand him, which seriously hindered his communication with others. I was an exception. Although his family was in Guizhou and now lived here temporarily, it was not very different from Sichuan dialect. Under the circumstances where he spoke slowly, I could understand most of it.
This was the first time I felt the huge difference in education in China. According to him, it would be amazing if he could recite 26 letters in English. In fact, it was insignificant here. Fortunately, his mathematics and Chinese were passable. I acted as his translator. Without me, everyone seemed to understand his words.
Later, I felt that we were very close and moved to his relative's house. However, not long after, I began to doubt his personality. It was mostly because he was not careful with his words, and because I had a bad habit of snoring. He couldn't stand me and woke me up in the middle of the night. In addition, he always liked to boast about his father's " glorious achievements ", but that was also a thing of the past because what happened to his father had nothing to do with me. She thought to herself,"What's wrong with your dad? Why did he send you all the way here to suffer?" Naturally, she didn't say it out loud. She was just unhappy.
I had enough and left him. Soon, he returned to his hometown in Laguizhou. I was already prepared to go to the class next door. I had already prepared myself. I had a fight with the girl I was close to, and then I planned to fall out with the form teacher and break up with her.
The Key Incident
I had the key to the class because the homeroom teacher took it for granted that I was used to getting up early. For two consecutive mornings, I got up late and saw my classmates climb into the classroom to have class-breaking the window. I felt that I had failed in my duty and was very ashamed, but my arrogance had determined that my heart was no longer normal.
I entrusted the key to a girl and asked her to pass it to the class teacher. I also wrote a note saying," Return this to its original owner. Please find someone else!”The homeroom teacher was furious and read this note in front of everyone. I realized the seriousness of the problem. After class, I went to find the class teacher and told him that I wanted to transfer classes. He said helplessly,"You can go now!"
The new form teacher is from my village. I wanted to get close to him, but he first talked to me. On the night I went to look for him, he said fiercely to me,"Hello, you come and go as you please!"
"Sorry, I forgot to tell you.”I replied uneasily.
After that, he started to call out to me. I don't even remember what he said.
I finally sat in the last row. I considered myself as a review student. It seemed that there were people around me who didn't do their jobs properly. Perhaps there were too many regrets in life that could not be described with a pen. The root of all sins was that they cared too much and were too persistent.
That year, the popular song was Tu Honggang's " Farewell My Concubine." I easily learned this song. She showed a rare smile. She seemed to have been studying for a longer time than us, and she was not young anymore. At that time, I was so innocent and happy.
Later on, under the instigation of my buddies, I seemed to be a little twisted. I looked for trouble with her. As the saying goes, if I had nothing to do, I would look for trouble. In short, I found a reason and began to fully display my special skills in scolding people. Although I never used vulgarities when I scolded people, this wonderful way of scolding people hurt people even more. I scolded her until the sky turned dark, and I scolded her until I didn't know why. In short, she was really hurt by my words. I seemed to have discovered a pattern. I always hurt the hearts of the people around me.
Later, I don't know what happened to her. It was said that she finally broke out of her liver B and died. She left this regrettable world. I also seemed to feel sorry for her and deeply regret my ignorance in my youth.
On the fourth day, I applied for a technical secondary school and a high school. I was admitted to an ordinary high school, which was the high school I went to later. However, I didn't go that year because I felt that I still had a chance next year. Even if I didn't succeed, I would be a wave rider and die at the bottom of the sea.
Perhaps depression was synonymous with middle school. They had begun their initial rebellion and resistance, but their wings were not strong enough. They did not have much strength. Even if they complained, there were not many new words. He would continue to be depressed until he understood that depression was the biggest worry in the process of growing up.
The fifth day of the lunar new year comes silently
On the fifth day of the lunar new year, I was in the town middle school. The United Middle School and Xu Zhongda merged, and the town merged from four junior high schools into two. My prediction became a reality, and the very self-righteous principal finally lost the advantage in the competition of the new school. He only got the sinecure of the vice principal. A person who doesn't pay attention to personal cultivation and doesn't pay attention to speaking skills, we can see his ending.
Ever since I entered this school, I had been shrouded in an unprecedented sense of superiority. I couldn't stand the preaching of those old teachers. It seemed that I had already memorized the textbooks thoroughly."Old fox" was my consistent evaluation of the fifth grade students. It was like "I'm the best in the world, and I'm the only one who's supreme". It was like an emperor overlooking the entire class. I also seemed to feel that I had the capital to rely on my seniority.
However, the pressure of the review class is very high, especially for scholars like us who have already taken the exam for two years and have yet to pass the examination. I really think Fan Jin is still a very lucky scholar. It was as if there were learning machines all around us, and every spring of ours was working hard. We even kept shouting in our dreams to get rid of this boring life, but the situation in our country was not good. The middle school and secondary school also began to find jobs. It seemed that high school had become a must-have road for everyone. The birth of a new thing always had to go through the pain of stillbirth before it could mature. High school finally established its dominance.
I wasn't really interested in recording the story of the fifth day of the lunar new year. I could only blame myself for being really arrogant at that time. I didn't really recognize myself. I loved to show off my self-righteousness and put on an arrogant and stinky airs. It was a pity that a person's mind was muddled by victory, and he himself did not realize it.
Sometimes, I really wonder how I got my habits. It was as if God loved to make fun of me. He always liked to give me a piece of candy first, then hit me on the head and let me enjoy the feeling of being drunk.
Because of me, it seems that the students in the class are very convenient. I have always been a person who is particular about time. Every second counts. Every time I walk into the classroom, the bell will ring very obediently. The class teacher had long been unable to stand my " rogue " behavior. He tried his best to deal with me, but he never had the chance. Even if he had the chance, he couldn't do anything to me. I'm not an easy person to deal with. He was really wrong to want me to bow down to him.
The Tuition Incident
One time, he asked me for tuition fees. I didn't want to give it to him. I thought I was more or less a fifth year student. Isn't the school free? I teamed up with some of the fifth year students to form a united front. We had to persevere until the end. He had no choice. We adopted the tactic of defeating them one by one and had a heart-to-heart talk. I wonder which cowardly fellow actually betrayed us. I made a concession and only paid half of the tuition fees. What about the others? I handed in all of them. I seemed to have fallen into a state of isolation and helplessness. Of course, I would not give in. I wanted to resist. I said that I would not return the textbooks to him. In the end, I returned the new book that I just sent to him and let him sell it himself!
Once again, maybe after the graduation exam, I was lucky enough to get first place in the school, even though I kept cursing the invigilators for not following the rules and actually making a racket in the examination hall, wantonly proclaiming their husbands 'abilities? (I don't know if he's referring to his sexual function or his ability to do things, or his ability to earn money?）I almost stood up and scolded them. This kind of immoral behavior greatly dampened the enthusiasm of our review students.
The success this time had given rise to my arrogance. At this time, the form teacher asked me for the application fee. I knew that this thing could not be escaped, but I still seized the opportunity to bargain with him. He was so angry that smoke came out of his seven orifices. He knew very well that he was not a bird to be trifled with.
This time, he seemed to have understood the principle of saving the country through a roundabout way. He even found my uncle (who also taught at the school) to do my work. This is my weakness. I'm afraid of meeting acquaintances. That's ruthless enough. Boss is afraid of this. I'm convinced. I had to teach him a lesson. I did get money from my family and exchanged it for 10 yuan. It was all wool bills. I said to him,"Our family is very poor. My parents made a fortune by selling tickets.”He was very angry. It seemed that he had investigated for a long time but still could not find anything. He found two servants to help. It was very satisfying!
Before and after the middle school entrance examination
My anger had reached its peak. I was like a wounded wolf that began to indulge myself. I lost myself in my narcissism and seemed to have really become a wolf. I was filled with the afterglow of the setting sun and let out a victorious howl.
At night, I no longer wanted to light a lamp. Instead, I dreamed of my beautiful future in the middle of the night. I played poker and chatted with a group of self-righteous guys all night. I bet my youth on tomorrow and my future was ruined.
I entered the examination with great enthusiasm. I will never forget the place where I lost my soul in my dreams. On the eve of the middle school entrance exam, I stood on the top of the sixth floor of the railway station reception and sang to my heart's content. I knew that I was about to be liberated and looked forward to a beautiful future.
The victory of the first battle increased my confidence. I went shopping with my good friends until three o'clock in the morning. I took a short rest and drank two bottles of beer before the exam. I took the math exam drunk and hazy. I realized that I had lost my composure. I had a feeling that the exam was over.
The summer vacation after exams was very difficult. I don't wash all day. I only eat one meal a day-lunch, and then sleep, waiting for good news. I really didn't dare to go out because I didn't have the face to face my fellow villagers. "Haven't you received your notice yet?”This is the question I'm most afraid of being asked. This year, I was also ruthless enough. I put all my eggs in one basket and only applied for my only wish-the key high school in my dream. I always took it for granted that I would be able to create miracles if I persisted to the end.
The amount of waiting was equal to the amount of disappointment. I was in despair. Everyone's notice had arrived, but mine was still far away. Was my studies over just like that? I seemed to hear the director's proud laughter. He seemed to think that I had brought this upon myself. Shame and humiliation tortured me day by day. I was like a poor flower hiding in the dark night, letting the long night drown everything I had. I lost everything I shouldn't have lost: honor, applause, and confidence.
In the end, I failed. Ten years of cold windows, in exchange for a bunch of sad tears, where will I go? I started to feel lost about the future. Maybe I should learn from my third brother and go to the south to earn money. But I was a little unwilling. I really thought that I had been exiled by Zeus, the master of all gods. I seemed to have been abandoned to a lonely corner. (5 years of junior high school, talent ah, the next section is high school, written in more detail)
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