First, it is always the most memorable. So do you remember the first day of school when you were in junior high school?

Probably many people will forget, but why do people forget? Why are some people forgotten?

Have you ever thought about such a question? Or just say, "I don't have a good memory, so I forgot." ”

Have you thought about it, this sentence may also just be a hint to yourself, or find a way to get rid of your embarrassment.

Psychology has four theories about the causes of forgetting, including the recession theory, the interference theory, the repression theory, and the extraction failure theory.

I don't know if you've read these four doctrines, or what comes to mind when they're in such order. Instead, I'm thinking of Ebbinghaus's method of mnemonics, also known as Ebbinghaus's forgetting curve.

The discovery of these four doctrines is like the step of a person's memory of an object being forgotten, but it needs to be re-shuffled and re-arranged.

For example, when you want to remember a knowledge point, you are disturbed by your own emotions (interference theory), and you want to suppress (suppress and say) your emotions to remember this knowledge point.

Well, you repeated it several times and finally remembered. Of course, there are also those who you have repeated several times and still still do not remember. But it doesn't matter, that's not the point I'm trying to make.

The point is, after a while, you need this knowledge point, and then you searched in your brain, and the extraction failed (extraction failure said), do you remember what emotions you suppressed at that time? I would still say that it seems that my memory has faded (recession theory).

So do you know what I'm trying to point?

I would say that both memory and forgetting are related to emotions. Sometimes emotions are a little cutie, sometimes they are a little devil. When it's a cutie, it doesn't necessarily enhance your memory, and when it's a little devil, you start to forget.

In fact, you just drive its little cute little demon form into the subconscious and then release it in a dream way, which is why you have sweet dreams and nightmares.

But what does this have to do with the first day of school in junior high school?

Because when I was in junior high school, the first day of school meant the beginning of my nightmare.

In that year, the country implemented nine-year compulsory education, and we were the first to implement the compulsory education reform, and the textbooks were completely revised.

My sister's class called our class the experimental ducks.

But none of this seems to have anything to do with me, I should go to school or go to school, but I have a strained relationship with my mother. Because my mom had to buy me a full set of textbooks.

Even though my mom had already bought me a full set of textbooks for two years at that time, I was still worried.

When I was in junior high school, the day before school started, my two older sisters went to school and looked at my registration information, including the fee, class placement and class teacher information, the fee included tuition, textbook fee, notebook fee, and no tuition and miscellaneous fees. As for the class situation, it is said that there are no key classes and ordinary classes, I was placed in the sixth class of the seventh grade, and Wu Yang was divided into the first class of the seventh grade. My homeroom teacher and Chinese teacher is a male teacher, called Ms. MBW.

I began to worry, even though my sister said that there is no distinction between key classes and ordinary classes, I still can't figure out why Wu Yang was placed in class 1, I was placed in class 6, and the entire seventh grade was divided into seven classes.

And I clearly remember that during the sixth grade graduation exam, our Chinese teacher and math teacher did not hesitate to peek at the test questions for us in order to let our students have a good score and be assigned to a good class.

Therefore, I was very worried, even though my sister said that compulsory education should not allow the division of key classes and ordinary classes. But I still wish my mom would have signed me up a little earlier so that I wouldn't be late and not be able to sit in the seat I wanted.

However, before I could tell her mother, my mother told me, "The money is ready, I don't have time to take you there, you can take the money yourself and sign up tomorrow." ”

I defended, "I can go on my own." ”

"Whatever you go, it's the same tomorrow", my mom said loudly.

My mom really doesn't understand, it's not the same for me. Although I can't tell what is different, my subconscious is telling me that it is different.

I don't remember what I said in the argument afterwards, because I was really sad and I cried.

I even asked to go with my two older sisters, when the eldest sister was in the third year of high school and the second sister was in the third year of junior high school, and they had to study at night.

But my mother said, "Your sister is going to study at night, what are you doing, how can you go home alone at night." ”

"I can come back", I cried.

"You dead woman, what are you doing, I'll go back tomorrow." My mom was angry and gave the order to die.

I was worried and sad, but I didn't give up. When my two older sisters packed up and went to school, I secretly followed.

As far as I can remember, it was the first time I went to No. 8 Middle School. It was probably when my eldest sister was in her first year of junior high school, and it was getting late that day, and my sister took me to their school. That year, it rained again in the evening, and my mother asked me to pick up my eldest sister with an umbrella, but my second sister was fighting to go, and my mother said, "There is only an umbrella at home, and you two have to get wet no matter how you fight." ”

So, I was honored to receive the task assigned to me by my mother, to pick up my eldest sister with an umbrella.

As soon as I walked to Qinglongling, the rain was pouring down at first, and the beads crackled and the umbrella was opened, and it didn't take long for a downpour to rain, and the umbrella was hula.

Suddenly, I heard my mother shouting behind me, "Maomao, it's raining too much, come back quickly." But I didn't back down, but I didn't hesitate to send an umbrella to my eldest sister.

I was never scared in my heart, because the thought that my sister would get wet without an umbrella made my heart even stronger. After a while, my whole body was soaked.

I walked the path, I didn't see my eldest sister all the way, walked to the school gate, the rain had stopped and wanted to stop, but I was soaked, so I had to turn back from the school and walk on the road, until, when I was about to go up the 45-degree slope, I saw my eldest sister's figure, I saw her and a group of classmates with umbrellas, no rain at all, I looked at myself soaked. I began to regret it in my heart, and when my mother called me, I should have gone back. I kept following them, not daring to move forward. My sister never looked back at me.

So that day, I didn't think about how far it was, so I just went back and forth for six kilometers, and it took more than an hour to go back and forth, and when my sister was far away, my mother didn't pay attention to me, so she followed.

Then, when my school saw the announcement of the class placement, there was no difference between the key class and the ordinary class, and my heart finally put it in my stomach. By the way, I looked at the name of the head teacher, but it was already very dark, and I didn't see it clearly, so I hurried home.

That day, when I got home, it was already dark, and there was no one on the way. Nervous and scared, I trotted all the way, although I didn't sign up, but I was very happy.

When my eldest sister came home, she stared at me and asked, "Did you go to school?" ”

"No," I dodged her gaze and denied it.

The eldest sister said, "I've seen you at school, and you're still quibbling." ”

"I'm not sure if there's a class, so I'd like to see for myself. And our homeroom teacher is not MBW, it's a woman. ”

The eldest sister said, "You must have read it wrong, it's MBW." ”

I didn't argue anymore, I just saw the announcement posted on the blackboard, and it didn't matter if the teacher was male or female.

That night, I had a very beautiful dream, the next morning, I got up at six o'clock, started to pack my things, set off at seven o'clock, took the money given by my mother, followed my eldest sister, and started my middle school years.

On the first day, I sat in the first row by the window as I wished, and I was very happy.

Reading in the morning, I didn't see the head teacher, it was the head teacher of the seventh class next door who came to monitor for a while, explained the situation to us, and introduced himself.

"Your homeroom teacher MBW has something to do in the morning, come a little late, let me come to see you go to the morning reading. I am the homeroom teacher of Class 7, and my name is Zhao Guobao. ”

Suddenly, the classroom was in an uproar, and I laughed.

"It's not a treasure of the giant panda national treasure." He quickly explained and wrote his name on the blackboard.

"I'll only allow you to laugh once the first time you hear my name, and I won't say that a second time."

"I'm your math teacher, you can call me teacher, or Mr. Zhao."

"You go ahead and read in the morning."

……

His brief and incisive introduction and concise explanation of the situation made me remember deeply.

The day before school started, I didn't sign up, and on the first day of school, my homeroom teacher and Chinese teacher didn't come because of something, so I didn't sign up. I've always liked to wake up early, so I sat in the first row of the door by the window.

On the first day of school in junior high school, there was no class. The perfect combination of self-study and labor made me experience freedom and happiness that I had never experienced before.

Isn't this the kind of free life I've always longed for? Finally, I can read any book I like in class, as long as I have it.

For junior high school, I formed a simple logic. It seems that subconsciously I am free, but my consciousness is exhausted and trapped in class.

On the first day of school, when I walked out of the crowded school gate, there was an eye-catching used book stall. A man and a woman squatted in the hot and dazzling sun, guarding a pile of old books that had passed by a few hands, and their dark and yellowed skin seemed to have a longer history than yellowed books.

At that time, I didn't know how to choose books, what books I liked, what books to grab and what to read. And that was the year I read the most literature.

My homeroom teacher and Chinese teacher came the next morning, and when he started to hand out books, he didn't have my books, so he realized that I hadn't signed up.

He asked, "Why didn't you sign up?" ”

I replied, "I wanted to sign up yesterday, but you didn't come!" ”

He scolded me and said, "Why didn't you come when you signed up the day before yesterday?" ”

I was speechless.

Then, as if to blame me for being troublesome, he mentioned the word yesterday, swept away the majesty of his teacher, and told me solemnly: "The day before yesterday was the time for registration, why didn't the time for registration come, and I didn't go to the school in advance to find out, and I didn't think about it, what was the situation in advance, and now there is no superfluous book." ”

Then, he returned to the podium and turned on the Tang Seng mode, and his words made me fall into deep self-reproach caused by my mother.

My Chinese teacher looks like a child of a rich family, and he doesn't know the suffering of the world.

That year, I subconsciously forgot about Chinese class, fell in love with math class, and fell in love with reading literature.