What grievances did you have when you were a student that you still remember?

I remember suffering a lot of grievances in high school, saying that it was the most unacceptable year, I worked hard to get into the top ten of my class, how to say, high school is not that kind of good school, most people don't study, my parents just came to their hometown from another city. I don't know much about junior high school and high school, and I choose to go straight to high school, and the most powerful people are admitted to other good schools.

Although I'm not very good at math, I happen to be a teacher in charge of math. My homeroom teacher has always been reluctant to see me. But since my English grades were not bad, I have been doing political history research.

So the midterm exam is compared to the last one. The old teacher who has never seen me thinks the ranking is very watery. At the class meeting, students were encouraged to report, and there were two of those reports.

One is me, and the other is a bastard who doesn't usually learn to be a bastard.

The girl had been crying since she was reported, and the head teacher also came to comfort her, saying that she didn't believe them and that the report was invalid. But I didn't feel wronged, I didn't shed tears. I watched as the people who bullied me so often laughed at me like crazy without any surprises.

They won again because school days were so ugly and ordinary. And the teacher just canceled my ranking and kept my moral score. When I was bullied and asked the teacher for help, he asked me rhetorically:

Why not bully someone just to bully you?

In the end, I chose to give up. After a long time, my history teacher and English teacher finally couldn't resist standing up and speaking for me fairly. They nominally reciprocated my fairness.

Those who usually have a good relationship with me choose to side with those who bully me, so I can't accept and forgive them. So after graduating from junior high school, I never met them and never attended a class reunion. They just want a calm mind, but I'm not going to give them any.

When I was misunderstood by the teacher, I was the most aggrieved, although I didn't experience it.

I was scolded for eating a boxed lunch, and I was still reported by my classmates.

I was misunderstood by the teacher, and my classmates didn't agree with it.

I remember one time when we were in sports, when I was having a good time, there was a gust of wind when a girl in our class got it, and a girl's skirt was all pulled open, and the boys in our village, none of the boys at that time looked away, they were all staring, and it was a kind of happiness in recall.

I graduated from high school in '82, and I was given a daily ration of pounds, which could be gross grain, pickles or vegetable soup, and almost all meals were cornmeal nests or shelled sorghum rice; When I first entered the school, I didn't have a dormitory, and I lived in a classroom at night, and during the day, across the blackboard from the classroom, there was a neat stack of colorful luggage against the wall. There are no laboratories in the school, and the "experimental classes" of physics and chemistry classes are all "looking at pictures and talking", and we have never seen even glass rods in experimental instruments.

It's a love affair with someone you like. That was when I was a junior in high school. Others say that the third year of high school has to endure hardships.

Peel off a layer of skin to get a good grade. I would say that there is not only bitterness, but also sweetness. After college, we kept in touch even though we didn't have a single school.

Recently we were getting married. I think that's one of the happiest things I did in high school.

On Monday, because of the fight, I posted my probation on the school bulletin board. On Thursday, because of the fight, in the school bulletin, the punishment was recorded. Then I became a celebrity in the whole school, and when I went out to eat, someone shook hands as soon as people introduced me.

Our class had a play. The director is a famous director in the 40s, and Mr. Wang, the Chinese teacher of my class. Student Y and Student X are the organizers.

Adapted a passage from **Red Rock. There was no funding for the performance, so the students saved their pocket money to rent costumes at the Cultural Palace. The military caps were all made of paper paste by female classmates.

The performance was a success and won the district's Outstanding Performance Award. This performance changed the lives of several students. Student Y was the top student in the city's essay contest and was admitted to the Drama Academy.

Later, he became a famous writer. Student Z, who played Xu Pengfei, participated in the performance of the movie stage sisters, and after arriving in Xinjiang, he set up a literary team and returned to Shanghai to perform. Student K played Xu Yunfeng, and sure enough, he was thriving politically after graduation.

What about me? Follow classmate Y to the drama school. The first exam question was to write a movie review for the movie Nie Er, and I held it for a long time and didn't feel it.

I only got 30th place in the first test, but I didn't go to the second test and gave up. However, in the torrent of the great era, my youth will also be brilliant.

I was betrayed by my friends. She is a more social girl, she will have money and no money for a while, and she is half a month. Not very rebellious, but very following the trend.

The kind that is poured on both sides of the wall. One time she was going out to play alone and asked me if I was going. I guess she probably doesn't feel safe alone, right?

Two people are safer. So I agreed. Ate and drank.

I'm one of those people who can't get drunk and have a sober head! The more you drink, the more sober you get? Who knew that if I drank too much, I would go to the toilet too much, and once I came back from the toilet, she was gone!

I asked the others and they said she was gone. She said that she asked them to take her there for a temporary stay, and that she had already gone back to the hotel first. I can't forget the look of surprise on her face when she was the first to come back and open the door and look at me on the top bunk!

She definitely didn't know how I got my money back when I only had a slider phone in my hand!

The days when I played with my brothers, every Saturday at noon, we all got together to play, on the basketball court, sweating, bleeding, and weeping away our best youth, missing those brothers.

I remember our last New Year's Day party in high school, the class did not rent speakers and ***, and finally the head teacher rode a tricycle at more than 8 o'clock to pull his family's stereo and TV to the school, and bought it at his own expense, when we finished the party, under the leadership of the class leader, gave our class teacher a deep bow, the atmosphere at that time was really unforgettable, and the words were exhausted.