A metre of paradise

In July 2002, he entered his senior year of high school early

Although the summer vacation of the second year of high school just began, but the school for us to pity the two months of vacation, so we lived up to expectations, very skillfully shuttle in the cram school. I officially handed over the position of deputy editor of the school newspaper, and sat in the classroom reading the formulas on the blackboard, the smell of sweat mixed with the fan swelling uncontrollably. In those days, the college entrance examination was as far away as the horizon, and the blackboard at the back of the classroom seemed to have a sense of advance and liked to use hours to calculate the time from the college entrance examination. The result was counterproductive to make us think that the college entrance examination was hundreds of years later, and that huge number made us feel at ease. Tutoring, class for us but like a psychological comfort, we wear the title of senior three every day on time to sit here to read, sleep, chat. When he got home, he still used the Internet, rented DVDS, watched lousy TV shows and talked on the phone so much that his parents hated him. Life was good, so good that we forgot when to change from short sleeves to long sleeves. We ushered in the real third year in a piece of hustle and bustle.

In September 2002, the classroom seemed to have a complex of pride. Every year when we went up a level, it would follow us to climb up a level. The school seemed to want us to realize our own identity as we went up the level. But little effect, when the school started, the only thing we complain about is climbing stairs every day until their feet are soft, while doing leg exercises, while not increasing the heart of the heavy feeling but the curse of heaven. So lazy people have lazy methods, except earthquake fire, we never easily downstairs. However, there are also exciting things, as the eldest brother of the school, we have the privilege of not wearing school uniforms, for a time, the classroom will be colorful, and the students chat about the topic of what to wear tomorrow premeditated. The first half of the semester is no doubt easy, originally let us headache vexed geography biology all disappear completely, people who study literature do not have to drill hard physical chemistry, happy to see the past science teachers are arrogant. Although politics is unavoidable, the atmosphere of the course is very relaxed, and the political teacher is regarded as a transparent person. Everyone knows that under the premise of the college entrance examination, the teacher will definitely give you enough face in these secondary classes. The heavy workload of senior one and senior two suddenly disappeared at the beginning of senior three. This makes me incredibly happy. Although I still persuaded myself to do my homework consciously, and to recite ancient Chinese texts and political ideas in advance, my mind was not on it at all, sitting idly at my desk for four or five hours every night, then deluding myself with the good sounding "going to bed at 11."

I still can't remember when the tension started. It was premeditated, but it was silent. Homework more, more practice, more tests, we always feel how soon as if the test, the teacher took a pile of papers calmly strolled into the classroom. Thick tutorial books seemed to be free, and every time we received one, we would sigh with emotion, swear that the book would never be finished, and then sign our names on the cover with a laugh, saying that we would take them to the college entrance examination. However, we never thought that they were just the beginning, and so short-lived that they were quickly disposed of and then pushed aside to collect dust.

I finished the first half of my senior three semester, the final exam results in my half a year of waste is not outrageous, I squeezed into the 100, which in our city key high school means you can enter the first-class famous university. But this ranking is quite let my parents dissatisfaction, they do not understand when I was in grade one and two, I was still able to win the fourth grade, often around the position is in the 20 or 30, how to be in senior three should be to make efforts but backward like this. My explanation is that everyone is trying, but I am too weak to fight. In fact, I am quite relieved, because I know I did not work hard in the first half of the semester, so I have enough reasons to strengthen their confidence. New Year's Day when there is a high school junior sister called me three bitter not bitter ah, I in the phone this head bite a string of ice sugar gourd, vaguely answer ok, still alive and limb sound. They laughed uncontrollably at the other end, while I was extremely optimistic at the other end, and I firmly believed in my future.

The holiday is not over yet, but we still sit in the classroom ahead of time. In senior three, we can understand the teachers and the school's good intentions. Obviously, we are not like summer make up the lessons that kind of loose, not only obedient on time, in the classroom also rarely again see someone lying on the table with zhou Gong dating. The head teacher praised us more and more have the appearance of senior three students. Of course, there are less than four months, now we have more or less observed the merciless time, who do not want to put their future as a bet.