What is the motivation for a person who is tired of learning?

Boredom is a great motivator. In fact, it is not difficult to learn, and it is still very important to regulate your psychology!

Frustration, frustration is the motivation for all boredom.

You can use anything, determine for yourself, and the motivation to learn is to rely on self-awareness.

I remember that when I was in the second year of junior high school, there was one more physics class at the beginning of the school, and the teacher was more interested in the first class, and I gradually liked the physics class. But in the later courses, the difficulty increased, and I began to understand the class, which was the same as taking a plane, and each exam was worse than the other. At this time, I was more frizzy, thinking that if I couldn't learn it, I would break the jar, and I began to like physics class very much, and I hated physics class more and more.

That's how bad my grades were in physics.

I have always liked learning English since I was a child, and I was very obsessed with it at that time, but when I got to high school, one of my English teachers, she was prejudiced against me, and always felt that I disrupted discipline in class and did not study well, which affected the learning of others, so I hated learning English from that time on.

In fact, I was more passionate about learning since I was a child, and as I grew older, I was slowly forced by my parents to start a career of attending various tutoring classes. In fact, I really want to say to my parents, if it weren't for your interference, maybe my blood would be better, and I can't say that you are not for my good, but you must have a certain degree.

When I was a sophomore in high school, I was very excited and liked physics for the first time, but once the teacher asked me questions in class, I didn't answer, he didn't let me sit down, and then asked a few more students, and they didn't type, but the teacher asked them to sit down, and then asked me to apologize to the whole class, because I delayed their class, I felt very unfair at the time, so I didn't want to apologize, he just stood there, and said that I wasted everyone's time and had nothing to do with him, I bowed and apologized to the rest of the class, but I never looked up in physics class since, and even after the change of teacher, I still hated the class.

It's really enough to do test papers endlessly every day, and it's really devastating to see the pile of various review question sets in front of me that are higher than me, and it turns out that I also like to study. I think studying is a very happy thing, but when I went to the third year of high school, I realized that studying was too boring, and I was just counting on paper all day, using one refill after another, and doing one test paper after another, which was really enough.

No matter how good I do in the exam, in the eyes of my mother, I am not as good as Lao Zhang's son next door.

My mother always nagged in my ear: Look at you, and then look at your old Zhang's son, everyone is the first in the class in every homework, and you, when will you take the first exam to show me, why did I give birth to a useless child like you.

My mother's words pierced my heart, I was especially studying, but my mother often nagged in my ear, and she especially liked to hit me, so that I slowly began to hate learning.

I'm regressing very quickly now, and half of that is because of my mom.

When I was in my third year of high school, I had a lot of ideological baggage, and if I couldn't get into college, my prospects were slim, so I studied hard.

In a mock test in the last month, I failed English and was the last in the class, and I collapsed at that time, feeling that I couldn't get into college, and I was extremely tired of studying. Fortunately, I survived.

Because of failure after failure, but also because of the school environment.

When you try hard again and again and you don't see progress or even regression, I don't know how to continue to fall in love with this blow that makes me feel that my whole life is meaningless.

When I was excluded, isolated, ridiculed, and desperate again and again by the school people, but no one to share, and I didn't dare to commit suicide, I don't know how I could fall in love with the place of learning at this time. If you can't fall in love with the place where you learn, how can you fall in love with learning?

The teacher's "look the other way", there will always be a feeling of inferiority, so that the world has lost its good feelings, and there is no motivation for life, as for the biggest disgust of learning, it probably doesn't matter about attitude!

I never understood why they were all the same teachers, and the students they taught were all in various forms, but in fact, I understood later, because their educational posture is consistent, and different people always have to use the same model to teach, which is the so-called good students and bad students.

I remember when I was in high school, I was very interested at first, and then every time I took chemistry class, I listened carefully, and every time I finished the test, my results were not very satisfactory, and then when I went to self-study, I took the initiative to ask the teacher how to answer this question, and every time the teacher said that it was so simple, wouldn't you? When asked later, he didn't answer me at all, and then I started to hate learning.

I have been a very willing person to study since I was a child, but when I was in junior high school, my parents always urged me to study, and at that time, I had a rebellious mentality and hated studying, and I felt that because I had no space for myself to study, I couldn't go out with my own boys, and then I gave up studying completely.

Parents always compare me to "other people's children".

I got 80 points, and they said other people's kids got 90 points.

I got 90 points, and they said other people's kids got 100 points.

When I got 100 points, they said that other people's children were neater than me.

In short, I was useless in their eyes, and slowly, I didn't like to study.