Monday, March 28

When I wake up in the morning, tidy up and copy one of my intimate notes. was later exposed by two roommates. They said that the writing was good, but the handwriting was a little naïve, like that of a primary school student. I was speechless. They persuaded me to find someone to help me re-copy it, and I agreed, and went to another classmate to ask for help. The classmate said that his handwriting was not good, so he helped me find a girl to copy. After more than an hour, we went to get it, and the girl said that no matter how I read it, I thought it was a love letter. I looked at it again, and it was like, actually, this is what I had always wanted to say in my heart, remembering our relationship, we arrived at the post office, and this was the second time in my life, the first time was in the first grade of junior high school, and now I have forgotten the steps. Fortunately, the person who went with me would do it, and he helped me do it, and I learned some knowledge. After that, I accompanied him to get a haircut.

In the afternoon, it was unusual. After eating, washing my hair, and sleeping. I woke up, moved the books back to school, and went to self-study in the evening, and the first session of the biology teacher talked about the test papers. Depressed! I got all 4 multiple-choice questions wrong. It was the worst of all. I don't know if the remaining two will all hang up. In the last two classes, the old class came, and he said that the last two classes had a class meeting. The old class first talked about some things in the class, mainly about hygiene, and then talked about some things about learning, and he said that in the last two months, no matter how much you study, the important thing is to make yourself happy. Leave yourself a senior year of high school with no regrets. Keep a calm mind and pay attention to your diet.

In the third class, the old class asked the students to go up and give their speeches. Testimonials, everyone has them, the key is whether they can say it. In class, I was active, and I felt a lot closer to each other. I don't know why, but the excitement in the class makes me want to be alone and think about it. I was physically and mentally tired from the dismal results.

Looking at the dark night by the window, I suddenly thought of the words of the chemistry teacher in the first year of high school. He said that when his father was buried, he squatted alone in front of his father's grave, looking at his father's grave, he felt the impermanence of life, and finally returned to Huang Shi, and his life was over like this, this is a lifetime. He felt that he couldn't just do nothing for the rest of his life, he had to struggle, he had to work hard, and finally realized his dream. I know that he is encouraging us to work hard and not to live up to our youth.

I wanted to continue thinking, but a girl came to the podium, impulsively, and cried. People who provoke have an impulse in their hearts. She was outspoken about some of the puzzling things in the class, especially the boys and girls not talking and the front and back rows not talking. Everyone knows in their hearts that this is the case, and change is not easy. She advised us all to live happily and not to be oppressed by words. To be honest, I admire her a lot, she can speak up in front of so many people, and I won't. Another male classmate came up, and he only said one sentence, friendship is everlasting. Agree, all agree, put aside learning, put aside interests, we should be friends with each other and help each other.

Friends, this weighty word, we should have each other.