I leaned against the wall feebly and sadly found that in the face of the senior high school entrance examination, I really had nothing. I don't have beautiful science grades and authoritative competition awards. I am a sports idiot. Everything is a little pitiful, and it is worthless for the senior high school entrance examination. No one will listen to me play clayderman, no one will appreciate my calligraphy, and no one will read my articles. Everything is worthless!
Alfalfa flowers, full of hope, are slow to bloom, or fail before they bloom.
Betty called me about the exam, but I couldn't tell. Bunning said strangely, how could it be? It depends on your usual grades. Why do you fail in every big exam? I said yes, I never dared not listen in math class, never did my math homework, never cheated in exams, and never evaded correcting mistakes, but I still couldn't get good grades in exams. The rest of the time, I just want to write, just want to get closer to my dream, I really don't want to see it so easily broken.
I truthfully reported the exam to my father. I sat quietly on the sofa, just silently telling myself not to cry, never to cry. Dad sighed, but he remained calm. He said, why can't you work harder? Growing up, I tried to satisfy you with whatever you wanted. I bought good clothes and delicious food for all of you. Dad never said he would change himself into a new dress. I don't want to do that? Every time I see something good, the first thing I think of is you. I just want you to study hard, why can't you fight for breath?
My tears are still falling out of control. Although I have heard these words countless times, every time I fail in the exam, my father will say so, so I always tell myself not to cry again. But there is no way, listening to my father say these words, I can't control my tears and keep my breath calm. Every time at this time, I don't say a word I know I'm at the end of my rope. I can only compromise and remain silent. Tears welled up, and I waited quietly. The room was quiet and I was at a loss.
Dad went on to say, I know you usually work hard, but every child is the same. You don't have to put too much pressure on yourself. I won't force you. If you don't want to go to college or want to go to an ordinary university, just talk. I can leave you alone. Do what you like and relax and be happy. What's the use of setting such a high goal for yourself?
I suddenly stopped breathing and tears ran down my face in despair. I can tolerate my father scolding me for not doing well in the exam, I can tolerate him thinking that I am disappointing, I can tolerate him blaming me for being disobedient, but I absolutely can't accept it. He said my dream. I looked up and said stubbornly, I will definitely test it for you.
Then, you should know what you should do. Dad's tone remains firm. From now on, no touching the computer, no surfing the Internet. I said, okay. No writing, no posting. I said, well, you should stop watching TV and listening to the radio. I said, okay. All right. All right. I obeyed, compromised, gave up, and suffered. Dad softened immediately. He said, you should stick to it. Everything will be fine after these two months.
I went back to my room without blaming him. I know he did it for my own good.
But in an instant, I understood what my obedience meant, which meant that I would lose too much, the children I love on the Internet, the words deposited between my fingers, and the chance of the rematch of American literature. It means that I really have to live on the third day of five days of isolation and darkness. I shed tears again in frustration, but I said nothing. I didn't even open the new issue of American Literature and take a look at the title of the semi-finals.
Compromise, watching the countdown to the senior high school entrance examination decrease day by day, I can only compromise.
Alfalfa, waiting to open.
The sunshine in May is still bright, but some things are gone forever. Walking on the road, I sang softly like this. I can't let the people I love and those who love me down.
Walking on the road, I saw many people wearing masks, and suddenly remembered the reports on the SARS epidemic on TV all day. It's terrible, only I still insist on not wearing a mask. I hate being tied down. Smelling the pungent smell of disinfectant in every corner of the school and the expressions on teachers' faces, I looked up at the sky and wondered why there were so many things in grade three, but I was only a fourteen-year-old child.
Because I have too much hope, I have no choice. I remember once my aunt asked me with a smile. She said that if you work so hard, what if you still can't get into C2 Middle School? I smiled helplessly. I said I had to pass the exam. I can only win this war, not lose it. I can't lose it.
So, so, I am doomed.
I sat in the classroom, watching the lovely young chemistry teacher on the podium, telling the class vividly, but I didn't feel refreshed at all. Let all the cuts go. From today, study hard, but what am I worried about?
The teacher said that the exam results had already left the factory, and I stared at her. There are three full marks in our class. The whole class was asking who it was, and I hurriedly bowed my head. The teacher said I can't remember clearly. There seems to be Zhang Xin, Lin Dai, and ... it seems so.
In this way, I heard the teacher say my name in an instant. I looked up at the teacher until I was sure my name was coming from the teacher's mouth. Then I looked at more than 50 pairs of surprised eyes in the class and whispered that you must have misheard the teacher. Then lower your head.
I still don't believe in myself. I can't say why.
The "porridge" sitting in front turned around and I looked at the first grade. He said that cats are so powerful, full marks!
In a flash, the wind blew hard and the curtains fluttered. I said, the teacher remembered wrong.
Then the bell rang, naughty as a child singing, and I watched the chemistry teacher assign homework. Then I chased the teacher out, and I said, teacher, are you sure you remember correctly?
The teacher said what happened, did you find the mistake?
I shook my head and said no.
That's it. Why are you so unsure of yourself?
I was suddenly speechless and didn't know what to say.
Others can get full marks. Why not? That perfect score is you. Then the teacher smiled and left.
P.s. should be this!