Chapter 68: Countdown to 32 Days
5.8 Sunday
Continuing with the exams, math is followed by English, which I never intended to do.
Long sentences, a lot of unfamiliar sentences, looking at it will only be annoying. I simply put it aside and concentrated on writing other homework or practicing words, anyway, this is how my exam time passed, and I left after the English test. Even if you come to take the test, you don't necessarily have to turn in the answer sheets.
The weather is unusually hot and dry, and it is estimated that it will rain. I rearranged the contents of the room again, moved the old sofa to the hallway, and the room was finally as spacious as I had hoped.
After lunch, the two of them went shopping with their classmates, and I went to my classmates' places. I haven't seen him in a few weeks, and I went to his place for the first time. On the top floor, there are three rooms in total. They asked about the situation in the class, and when they talked about the head teacher, they scolded again. It was very hot, so I went back.
At five o'clock, almost everyone on the second floor was there, and everyone thoroughly cleaned the corridor together. I cleaned it first, then rinsed it with water, and then mopped it again, and finally it was completely flat.
It was very overcast, and it eventually fell. The pouring rain rattled the walls and began to fall with a loud and cheerful sound. Everyone was happily incense at the door, and the air conditioning line in the school cafeteria next to it sparked, and after a few times, it was gone.
The rain kept falling heavily, and I kept thinking about whether to go to school or not, and finally when the rain stopped when I was about to study in the evening, I went to school.
There is still a shortage of so many people. Until I returned from self-study in the evening, it didn't rain all afternoon, so it was gloomy, but I was helpless. Until the third period of evening self-study, I didn't study well for a whole day, so I was drowsy, just like this day.
It's not that you have to study hard in vain, but before you adjust in time, the day will be over, leaving you with tiredness and regret. I forgot what I did at noon, and my memory of the afternoon is that more than 50 people came today, which is a rarity.
Now, I basically stop attending lectures and listen when I want to. I knew it wasn't right, but I did it anyway. Just as everyone knows not to litter, there are still many who do the opposite. Maybe it's because of the influence of others, since many people have given up, why do I work so hard, since I don't care about the result, why should I fight alone.
I stopped, I didn't go, I didn't want to go, I waited until I wanted to run! Just doing this comfort.,Do the comfort that anyone can understand.,Just say things that even I don't quite believe.。。
How many times I was confused, how many times I was lost, how many times I struggled for a short time, how many times of regret lingered, and the fragments of truth and falsehood have constructed a world of truth or illusion that is still my own.
If everything is gone, who will still hold on to the wait, still dreaming that everything will come back, and will the world of self be put on a beautiful show? Will I be the protagonist in this vast opera? Whose protagonist am I?