?I am Fengyoujing
In the name of the police, selfless dedication, we have always been there;
Navy blue youth, police years, we have never Leave
In the police academy, everything in the dormitory has lost its original function
There can be no people on the bed during the inspection
There can be no people in the trash can. Garbage
No items on the table
No clothes of your own in the closet
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To ordinary people, police academy students are synonymous with self-torture. It seems that they can literally smell endless torture and suffering - endless training, closed management, and boring teaching. . But for me, this is the youthful years that have carried me through several years of my career in the police academy. Some people say that youth is like a videotape. Only when it is played back can I appreciate its splendor and excitement. The classmates who accompanied me through my youth, Teachers, this is the most exciting part of this video.
?Military training is the beginning of our police academy life. The school requires girls to cut their hair short and boys to have a crew cut, just like those in prison. Many girls are very depressed. Ajun in our dormitory especially wants to keep his long black and smooth hair. When his pleas are in vain, he has to With tears streaming down my face, I closed my eyes tightly and endured the pain. When they lined up together, the girls had green student heads with exposed ears, while the boys had flat heads like prairie, not to mention how beautiful they were. Our freshmen are trained by senior brothers and sisters plus instructors. Maybe it's because the senior sisters and brothers of the previous class were too strict with them, and they are also very strict with the junior brothers and sisters of the next class. But the feeling they gave me at the time was that the new chicks would definitely be bullied by the old chicks. Because of this idea, I felt very unhappy inside. On the first afternoon when we arrived, we stood in a military posture on the football field for a full hour. At that time, most of us came from high schools with a privileged environment. We couldn't bear it. Most of the students fainted. Military training was too important for us. , is a physical and psychological test. The classmates who fainted were only allowed to rest for one day, and training continued the next day, causing several girls to secretly wipe their tears.
?The September sun is blazing, and the outdoor temperature is over 40 degrees. We stand on the unobstructed playground for training, and a thick layer of white sweat stains are left on our clothes every day. The most obvious thing is that we The black training uniform looked like a salt seller, dragging the salt to dry in the sun and then selling it back. But we are not selling it, we are really trying it to see if it tastes salty. Our freshmen are trained by senior brothers and sisters plus instructors. Maybe it’s because the seniors in the previous term were too strict with them, and they are also very strict with the next term. But at that time, I felt that the new chicks would definitely be bullied by the old chicks, because Having such thoughts makes me feel very unhappy inside. On the first afternoon after arriving, I stood in a military posture on the football field for a full hour. At that time, most of us came from superior high schools, and most of the students fainted even if we couldn't bear it. I originally thought that the afternoon was the limit, but I didn't expect that I would have to go down to gather with quilts, mats and benches in the evening. Grinding the quilt, holding the bench to do up and down squats, or holding the quilt for a run if the quilt is not polished well, these days simply feel like I don’t want to live anymore. I finally waited until night, thinking I could take a shower and go to bed peacefully, but I still had to do ward rounds. Everyone stands in a military posture, waiting for their brothers and sisters to call their names and report. If you don't call the report in time, you will inevitably have the chance of being punished. Just like this, we repeated it over and over again until we were sophomores. When we became old chickens, we finally felt proud and proud for a while.
After the military training, we returned to normal police academy training life.
As the saying goes, a day's plan begins in the morning, and our police academy will not let go of precious training time in the morning. I still remember that the wake-up call sounded at 6 o'clock every morning. We got up, went downstairs, gathered, ran and exercise, and started our daily life. Routine homework is a severe test in the freezing cold winter, with flushed face and cold hands and feet. We couldn't choose our favorite fluffy coats to run for gymnastics. We could only wear black and stain-resistant training clothes in the morning mist. We couldn't see the faces of our classmates clearly, and only heard the neat running sound of "swishing". and the loud command sound of "one two one". Every day, I feel like I am running in a dream while sleeping. Many students have finished running and doing morning training. Even though they have just finished exercising, they are all energetic. But during class, there are also a large number of students who are so sleepy that they fall asleep. After morning exercises, we start to tidy up our housework. Clothes and pants should be hung up in order, toothbrushes and toothpaste should be arranged at 45 degrees, quilts and blankets should be folded like tofu, and the four corners should feel tactile, etc.
? The housekeeping is done, perfect. I want to have breakfast happily, chat, and talk about home life. Don’t think too much, my friend.
After finishing the housework, we only have about 10 minutes to eat breakfast. Plus queuing for breakfast, there are only 5 minutes left. Can we still chat about home affairs? We also have classes. After breakfast, we had to line up each team and squadron and shout "one, two, three, four" neatly and orderly to go to class. There is a picket team in our college. If you see you disheveled, you will be in trouble. Write down one of them and give you a special training later. Go to the special training refreshed and come back lying down like a dead pig. Take a nap on your limbs. The pain was no different than being beaten. Don't even think about running away in the afternoon. It's also a good time to do some extra training. First, stand in a military posture for half an hour and an hour. Stand there like a wooden stake. Don't worry about whether you're tired or not. You'll only be sore to the point of numbness. Feel. At night, I can finally relax and let my limbs have a rest, and then my brain starts to work, and I start to memorize our basic knowledge of criminal law, civil law, and public security. Life is fulfilling and stressful.
In addition to training, we also have class time.
Speaking of classes, my favorite is the firearms class. Our firearms teacher’s surname is Cheng. Because he is tall and tall, we all like to call him Cheng Dameng, hahaha. He was very serious in class. He told us that a gun is a very dangerous weapon and may go off if we are not careful, so we all took it very seriously. After a period of dry-gun practice, everyone was extremely nervous on the day of the first live-fire shooting. I still remember a girl in my class who was so frightened that her palms were sweating after she fired the first bullet. She immediately covered her ears with her left hand. There were still four bullets in the gun chamber, and her right index finger was still on the trigger. She stood in fear. The security guard at the back broke out in a cold sweat. The police physical education teacher hurriedly stepped forward to grab her hand and immediately put on the insurance. Then he put the gun away. Then the teacher warned us and started training again. However, I was very nervous because of the fright. So when it was my turn to shoot, I felt even more nervous. I stretched out and retracted the gun several times. I kept saying "calm down, calm down" silently in my mind. After taking a few deep breaths, I raised my hand and Gun, aim, fire, three of the five bullets missed the target. My palms were sweating constantly, my feet were shaking, and my head was blank. There were also some students who were beaten many times with his baton because of their protruding stomachs, raised buttocks, and funny shooting postures. But despite his seriousness in class, he is still a quite humorous teacher in private. He would brag about the awards he had received with firearms, and how awesome he was, and the classmates would respond with "Oh...", and he would get anxious at that time, like a bad student, shouting hysterically. Hahaha, but he is a good teacher. He is indeed very good and has won many awards.
Let’s talk about our police physical class. What we learn in the police physical class is catching the enemy, boxing and police physical boxing. It sounds very powerful, and you will have the urge to learn. When you really start learning, you will know the pain. You have to keep up with your physical fitness. To keep up with physical fitness, you must exercise the strength of your legs and arms. Then run, do push-ups and so on. You think that girls can escape these trainings. Inevitably, it is said that girls in the police academy are all tomboys, which is indeed the case. On the training ground, we girls are like women. We have changed from our usual weakness, throwing our arms away, throwing and fighting, and every move is precise. Because you have to be a tomboy, otherwise your kicks and boxing will be like a clown, just like the most popular coquettish saying on the Internet: "I hate it, I'm going to hit you in the chest with my little fists, you big bad guy", and the boys will piss you off because of this. Can't fight anymore. However, what we are most afraid of is the jumping and sideways training and muscle pressing exercises. After falling down in one class, we lie in bed at night with soreness all over and bruises on the sides of our bodies. We buy safflower oil and rub it on each other while "cursing" , but was still active on the training ground the next day.
Don’t think that we have nothing but campus training and classes. In fact, we also have life outside of school.
? Our monitor, everyone calls him Xiaojieming. He and the two female monitors organized our extracurricular activities. However, extracurricular activities also have a physical component. Earthworm crawling and Invincible Hot Wheels are our most common activities. In the forest park, you chase me, tear off name tags and find mysteries. Everyone plays with each other, not to mention how happy it is. It felt like the stress of training on campus melted away at that moment. Occasionally, a few of us will organize hot pot, watch movies, and go on short trips together. Occasionally, we will invite a few boys to do small activities together, not to mention how lively it is.
? Time flies, time flies like an arrow. Soon our few years of police academy life were over. At the graduation ceremony, everyone gave each other a hug to thank each other for accompanying them through the painful and sad days in school these past few years. It is impossible to recall the entire life of two years, and it is difficult to find a thread to string them together, but those youthful years of "just being a classmate, being in the prime of life, being vigorous in scholarly business, and scolding Fang Qiu" have always made me feel so beautiful. ,kind.
? Where are the mentors and helpful friends who have accompanied me throughout my youth? Times have changed, what interesting stories are happening in the dormitory of 405 today?