After repeating a grade in the first grade, I seemed to be better than my classmates in all aspects of my studies in the second grade, at least my teachers and parents thought so.

I didn't have any ambitions all the time, in elementary school, in middle school, and ever since......

I still remember that time, the Chinese teacher dictated the words, I got one wrong, and the teacher asked me to copy it 20 times. In fact, twenty times is not too much, and it can be written in no time. I don't know why, I just got one word wrong, and he was so angry. Maybe it's dictating ten words at a time, and you give one wrong one, is it so hard to remember?

Since then, I have been dictating and typing cheat sheets. At that time, the first class in the morning was Chinese, and it was usually this class that dictated. As for me, the night before, I wrote down the words of the day on a piece of paper, and then sandwiched the paper between the wrapping cover and the book cover. The kind of book cover is frosted and translucent, and my sister bought it. I took it off her old book and used it myself.

In this way, when I was dictating, I put the book with the good cheat sheet under the dictation book, and the teacher said a word, and I took advantage of his inattention to move the book away and look at the cheat sheet. For a long time my dictation was a perfect score, and I didn't have to be penalized for copying during that time.

Until one day I was cheating and was discovered by Shao Qin diagonally diagonally, and she reported it to the teacher. The teacher was furious and slapped me several times. Tell me that I have to rely on strength, what's the use of engaging in these crooked ways? If you memorize it, you will memorize it, and if you don't remember it, you don't remember it......

After that, I could no longer put a book on my desk for dictation, so I wrote on a bare board, and if I made a mistake in dictation, I was punished for copying, and there was nothing to say.

By the time I was in third grade, Hibiki had already gone to town for fourth grade. When we were in elementary school, we had a good relationship, and we maintained it until later. At that time, when he came back from school on Friday, he would come to my house to sit down and invite me to his house to play.

Once I went to his house with him, and after he turned on the TV, he took out a dozen test papers and started to revise. I followed his flipping and saw the marks on each paper.

95——98——99——100——100——100……

"Wow, that's amazing! It's all more than ninety points, and there are several ...... of one hundred."

"The questions in these test papers are very simple, and you can get 90 points by doing anything......

“……”

"That's not how you took the exam, did you?"

"I'm not as good as you, a lot of seventy or eighty points, and some fail."

"With dim sum, listen carefully when the teacher lectures, it's not so difficult......"

"Hmmm......"

The "glorious record" of my former friends in front of me, compared to my test papers, I feel shameless, as if I have been humiliated.

The TV was showing British Hercules lifting weights. The British Hercules were tall and big, with big shoulders and round waists, and the boulders looked small and delicate in front of them. The man hugged the big rock, picked it up with a bang, and put it down after a few seconds off the ground, which was considered a success, and the audience burst into applause. The man hugged the big rock, his face was flushed, and he just picked it up a little, and then fell down heavily, which was considered a failure......

I was in front of the ring, and I was defeated. The big rock he could easily hold up, I couldn't pick it up with all my might. I felt ashamed and a little angry at the "preaching" he gave me. I didn't think he should have paid so much attention to my academic performance, so I didn't sit for long and left to go home......

When I got home, I took out the failed papers and those with low scores and burned them. Because these test papers will be reduced to our butt wiping paper, Mom and Dad will look at the scores more or less when they go to the toilet. If my score is low, he will naturally ask me why and lecture me.

"Why don't you study well? Is it that hard? I know how to play all day long, you look at people ✘✘✘......"

I went to the town to attend primary school, and I started boarding. At the beginning of my life at school, I had to use my lunch box to go to the cafeteria to eat.

My lunch box was eliminated by my sister, the kind of square aluminum lunch box, which has gone through the baptism of years and has been pitted...... At that time, the students in the dormitory generally used stainless steel lunch boxes, which were shiny and shiny, and cost five yuan each. At that time, I knew that I was starting to save face, and every time I took that aluminum lunch box to eat, I felt a little embarrassed.

Once, when I was cleaning, I saw a stainless steel lunch box under the bed, which had been dropped by a student from the previous class. I picked it up, washed it, and told the others that I bought it.

I picked up my lunch box and used it for myself when a boy in my bed found out that he soaked my lunch box in the bathroom bucket and put a basin on it. That day, I got out of school and took a lunch box to eat in the dormitory, and I couldn't find it for a long time. I was so anxious that I cried, and the teacher came to help me find it, but I still couldn't find it.

She persuaded me to borrow a classmate's lunch box to eat first, and then buy a new one later. But I don't have the money to buy a new one, and I don't want to borrow from my classmates. The teacher had to borrow a bowl from the cafeteria aunt to make rice, and I ate dinner.

After that, the classmate who stole my lunch box found out my lunch box, one aluminum and one stainless steel, all soaked in the bucket.

Until junior high school, I was still wearing patched clothes, not to mention elementary school, most of which were clothes that had been eliminated by others in the previous era.

Sometimes it is inevitable to attract the ridicule of those classmates with a strong sense of superiority.

"Seven, your grandfather didn't wear those pants for you, right? Hahaha......"

"What's the matter with your shoes, how do you feel like there's something stuck under the sole......"

At that time, most of my shoes were those canvas shoes, more than 20 yuan a pair. I walk heavier and the heels of my shoes are often worn out, while other places are still fine. My mother looked at the shoes and thought it was a pity to throw them away, so she found an old pair of cloth shoes, removed the foam soles and sewed them onto the canvas bottom, so that the canvas shoes could be worn again.

I try not to wear these "reborn" shoes, because they are very different. It's really that the other shoes haven't been washed and dried, and it's extremely awkward after putting them on, and I always want to get rid of that extra thing. Every now and then I rub on the floor and kick the corner of the wall to get it down, even if it rains and my shoes get into the water and the soles of my feet get wet......

Many of us have a nail on the edge of our desks to hang school bags or garbage bags. When you run around the classroom, it's easy to hit those nails and scratch your clothes. One of my pants was scratched and was on the left thigh just below my hip bone. The pants were patched up by my mom and told me to keep wearing them. Every time I wear those pants, I have to keep an eye on where that patch is, and I don't want anyone else to see it. When I was walking on the road, I put my palm against my pants to block it. When I clean, I still use my hand to stick to the patch and sweep the floor with a broom in my right hand......

In the fourth grade of elementary school, I began to write essays, which required me to write a few hundred words. At that time, the ability to organize words was really poor, and I really couldn't write, so I copied it. Ming Plagiarism must be despised by others, and the teacher can see it at a glance.

The teacher always praised Piggy and said that his essays were well written. He usually reads a lot of books, most of which are extracurricular books. I read his essays, and I don't understand what is good about his essays, but the teachers say that he is good, and that is good.

With my writing skills at the time, I couldn't write anything out of nonsense. For that fraction, I started copying it. After copying the essay, the teacher will know that it was copied after reading it. When asked me in court, I quibbled and said no.