Why don't you write a story about us?

She was someone who never got it, and it was a time that could not be returned. I don't regret it, it's just that in the best of years, I lost some things that seem a little regrettable now.

In September of 2011, it was the start of my freshman year of high school. Since most of the three years of junior high school were wasted by myself, the results of the high school entrance examination gave me a big slap in the face.

When I was in junior high school, I wasn't lazy, but I wasn't diligent, I wasn't smart, but I wasn't stupid. More than one person has told me that if you keep the status quo, you can get into a good high school, and there is room for improvement if you work hard. Once upon a time, I was naïve enough to think that they were right, after all, I had always been in a relatively good position in the rankings of the whole school at that time. Perhaps that's why I didn't at least look as hard as most of my contemporaries. When I was in my third year of junior high school, I really couldn't figure out why there were always so many people in the class who got up so early every day, in the classroom, or in the playground, or in the corridor, either memorizing or memorizing formulas. Some of them are good enough to get into a key high school at their level without any pressure. There are also some people who may not change much even if they work hard, and learning is not something that can be done by rote memorization, which is an idea that I have never doubted and firmly believed. It wasn't until later that the sudden growth of some people changed my initial attitude.

I don't know how long it takes to change a person, but there is no doubt that some people are growing at a rate that is visible to the naked eye, and not being quiet is essentially a regression.

In my memory, the admission rate of our key high schools was the highest in the history of our school, and the admission of ordinary high schools also had good results. Almost everyone who has worked hard has received the credit he deserves. As for me, I was 13 points worse than the ordinary middle school with the lowest admission score at that time, that is, this 13-point gap forcibly divided me from a high school student to a vocational high school student.

In the days after the grades came down, it was inevitable that some people would interrogate them, and most of them thought that with my conditions, I should at least be able to go to a regular high school as they expected, but the result was far from reality. I can only attribute the failure to the monotonous reason of not playing well, only I know, in fact, I have worked very hard in the examination room, I have carefully prepared for every exam, I have filled every blank in every paper, and I have tried my best to fight for every point, but if I lose, I will lose, and if I don't do well, I don't do well. But I can't admit that I can't, even though it's true.

At one point, I thought that I would drop out of school at the age of 16 to work part-time, and instead of wasting my youth by eating at a pheasant school, I would better find a job that I was interested in for a few years as a means to make a living in society in the future. However, in the end, a compromise was made in the negotiation with the parents. In their words, if you don't have a culture, you will be bullied, and it is better to study for two more years. In this way, I started my high school career as a vocational high school student for a while, started some stories, and met some people.

The name of my alma mater is slightly longer than that of other universities, which is a common problem in vocational colleges. Its full name is Hwaseong Comprehensive Vocational and Technical College, and the locals are more accustomed to calling it Hwaseong Technical School. Although it is called Hwaseong, it is not in Hwaseong; Although it is not in the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes have always had their legends. Hwaseong Comprehensive Vocational and Technical College, located in the northwest of Hwaseong more than ten kilometers away from a small town, this is its different from most of Hwaseong high schools, rich in "talents", over the years the number of students admitted to a university is rare, two lines and above three melons and two dates, the middle school is committed to discovering and cultivating such as guzheng, piano, vocal music, painting, dance and other types of artistic talents. Of course, there are also social talents such as computers, preschool education, and medical care. Although the junior art class is the main training direction of Hwaseong Technical School, there are also a few options for people to choose from such as taking the college entrance examination like ordinary high schools, so some students who do not meet the admission score of ordinary high schools are forced to choose here.

There is a saying that in several vocational colleges around Hwaseong, Hwaseong's faculty and the admission ratio of previous art colleges are at the upper middle level, otherwise there will not be so many people who will choose here, most of the students who come here also mostly want to rely on the results of professional courses to get into a relatively good university, which also leads to the proportion of students in non-professional cultural courses will be much less, coupled with the high school entrance examination score under the layers of screening, the source of high-quality students is limited, So the quality of college admissions at this school will be much lower. But as long as you work hard, everything is possible, such as the occasional "rare".

At that time, I chose Hwaseong Technical School to go to the entrance class, the general college entrance examination class of vocational high school, which was the only choice I could take the college entrance examination after I was brushed down by the admission score line of the high school entrance examination. Maybe I will become a "rarity" in the eyes of others in the future, and I have comforted myself with this sentence more than once.

Hwaseong Technical School is in the northwest of Hwaseong, my home is in the southeast of Hwaseong, the place connecting the two places is called Hwaseong Bus Terminal, I didn't have that much savings when I was a student, to be precise, it should be called pocket money. So most of the time it can be done point-to-point handover. Take the No. 12 bus to Hwaseong Station, get off and then transfer to No. 16 to Hwaseong Technical School, if you are lucky, you can't even feel the northwest wind of Hwaseong Station. If you're lucky, you'll occasionally meet a few classmates you know on the 16th bus to school, so it's not too boring.

Since the school was far from home, accommodation was the only option, and most of the class were resident students, with only a few local students who had to go home every day to report. The boarding life of returning home only once every two weeks has reduced the unnecessary nagging when parents are around. Perhaps it is for this reason that every time I go home, the food at home is exceptionally good.

It was raining on the day I went to Hwaseong, and it was drizzling, not big.

The first day of school for new students will always be grand, the school gate is hung early to welcome the new students with huge banners, the senior brothers and sisters also stand on both sides of the role of volunteers, the hosts warmly greet the guests from afar, and the guests will also be promoted to become the host in the near future, in order to complete a traditional meaning of the old and the new. This has been the case for the past years, and so on.

By the time I appeared at the school gate, the "volunteers" had long since lost their enthusiasm for welcoming new students, perhaps because the drizzle and hazy weather had affected their performance, or perhaps the reception had consumed most of their enthusiasm, after all, it was the end of the orientation, and it was understandable that they were tired.

I came by chartered car, and the driver was the father of a girl in the same village as me, who was the top student in high school, and I was accompanied by my hair child, perhaps in order to have a companion on the way to study in the future, he resolutely chose to enroll in the same school as me, of course, provided that he had not been lifted. There were seven people in the car that day, and there was a lot of space in the van, but the luggage of four people took up a lot of space, so it would be a bit cramped.

The first time I left home to study, it was the first time for us, and the same was true for the family, although we had prepared the things that should be prepared in advance, before leaving, we still couldn't help but be in a hurry, and there were girls with us, so it was even more troublesome, so that going out was delayed for a long time than planned.

"The registration office is over there, and there is a class and dormitory table corresponding to each student on the wall, so find it yourself."

The seniors in charge of guiding the way mechanically repeat every line that has already been cooked, and the juniors and sisters are also methodically and blindly carrying out their own actions, and some unresponsive guys will take the trouble to repeat the questions that others have already given answers, for fear of which link has gone wrong. Although it will be annoying, there are still people who will be enthusiastic but not too enthusiastic to answer each other's doubts.

I was the fastest among my peers to find my class, not because of my good eyes, but simply because the position was too conspicuous, and I didn't know what that position meant until later.

In line with the principle of people-oriented and equality for all, the school is fair and just to divide the existing freshmen who are about to open into five equal parts, the distribution is reasonable, the proportion of good and bad students in each class is about the same, and the ranking of the class table corresponds to the high school entrance examination results of each freshman, my second priority said that in my class, I am the second in the class in terms of results, when I know the news, I did not show how excited, but a little more disappointed, how low the standard of this team is, So much so that ordinary people like me can be ranked in the immortal class. This really fulfills my wise saying that I would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail.

I sent Xiao Zhao Bing and two other girls were assigned to the first and third classes of high school, this is at least a good thing for them in the place where they are not familiar with life, and my mother who traveled with me asked the teacher of our class at that time if I could transfer me to the third class with them, but in the end it was a perfunctory thing by the teacher, maybe she will not be very willing to hand over my "top man", but it doesn't matter if I am not together, anyway, the same school and the same building, there is not much difference.

My mother went back with my parents after helping me to buy all the necessities of life, and there were not many things for me to worry about her, so I didn't need to explain anything, which is what made my mother different from other parents. When the van drove away, I didn't show any reluctance like other classmates, and I didn't even say polite words such as slowing down on the road, so why should I act like a six-year-old when I was sixteen years old.

The acquaintance with the classmates was in the afternoon, and after the morning time was arranged, there was not much left, and there was not enough time to eliminate the strangeness of the first meeting between the classmates. I was only able to get a brief overview of the members of the dormitory, and the parents were more eager than us as children, and it wasn't until the parents left that we had a fairly natural interpersonal communication.

"Hello everyone, my name is Wang Jieping, and I am the homeroom teacher of the first grade of high school."

At the beginning of the first class in the afternoon, the homeroom teacher, who had been busy all morning, said his first sentence to the public in front of the whole class, and wrote three big words of Wang Jieping on the blackboard, which was exactly the same as the self-introduction of my junior high school homeroom teacher.

That Teacher Wang, a very kind person, will have two small dimples when laughing, fluent Mandarin, hair is a very popular curly hair, I heard that it was transferred over, in her early thirties, at least among her peers, both appearance and skin maintenance are excellent, with her conditions and background at that time, she could go to a higher level of school or place, the reason why she chose to stay in Hwaseong, only later learned that it was because of her lover, the two were lovers in college, Later, through various operations, her lover can have the opportunity to stay in her hometown to develop, is now a math teacher in the second year of high school in Huacheng Technical School, the ability is there, has taken several classes, won several large and small honors, and the emotional intelligence is also quite high, otherwise no one would be willing to follow here, at that time, there were many girls who were very envious of their partnership, saying that it belonged to the original form of love, and I was the same, after all, we are yearning for beauty in adolescence.

"Work" under a beautiful homeroom teacher, everyone in the class is happy. Therefore, in the first contact and interaction between teachers and students, everyone was particularly positive, and almost everyone worked hard to cooperate with the transfer of the class teacher, for fear of leaving a bad impression. In the interaction in that class, the only part that I felt unnecessary was the self-introduction between the classmates, the more than 50 people in the class, all unfamiliar faces, sure that they could remember it all in a small part of the time in a class. I only know that for a long time after the military training has passed, there are still some classmates whose names I have not remembered. Maybe you are too cold and don't pay much attention to the people around you, but you can't ignore that people are really only interested in a small group of people or things around them.

In order for a class to run, the leadership team is indispensable, in line with the principle of people-oriented, the homeroom teacher has formulated a strategy of self-recommendation, but with little success, in an environment that is relatively unfamiliar to most people, no one seems to be willing to stand up at the first time. After experiencing a series of "speechless" operations such as silence is golden, staring at each other with big eyes, the homeroom teacher formulated her own second plan. The main class committees are assigned to the students at the top of the class, who can only claim and cannot refuse, and then adjust or change according to each person's situation in the later stage. The fact is that until the day this class was disbanded, the personnel were not readjusted.

Since I was the second in the class at that time, I naturally became a piece of meat on people's boards. But my luck is not bad, I can have the opportunity to choose by myself, the first pick is not so lucky, because of the outstanding results, the class leader is none other than her. Maybe the girl herself didn't expect to be the head of the class on the first day of school, this may be the first time, or it may be the only time, so she is really conscientious in the following days, although she did not improve the overall level of the class, but that kind of dedication is indeed worthy of that position.

Choice is sometimes very important, choose the right one, choose the wrong one, and the disaster will not be recovered, so I am very smart to choose the simplest one among the few remaining choices - the health commissioner. There are few key things, and there are still idle. At that time, when making this choice, the homeroom teacher was obviously embarrassed, but there was nothing to be done. However, as a punishment, the class gave me another position, as the head of the men's dormitory, and in this way, on the first day I came to Hwaseong Technical School, I became the only outstanding socialist successor in the first class of high school with dual titles.

The first day of school ended in a noisy situation, and we needed to get acquainted with the people around us through communication, as if the school had acquiesced to the restlessness of the day, until the lights out and the whispering was heard for a long time, until the first snoring sounded, and the day was the real end.