When do you feel the saddest as a science student?

I think as a science student, when the major that was transferred to the university was a liberal arts major, and I said goodbye to science knowledge from now on.

Because I didn't study geography well since I was a child, I studied science, physics, chemistry and biology in high school, and I liked both physics, chemistry and biology, and I felt very happy when I solved a problem through my own efforts.

I think biology is amazing, so I especially like biology class, and whenever I have time, I go to my biology teacher and ask this and that. The physics teacher was very good to me, and I was very serious in my physics class. When I was a junior in high school, I thought about my future major, which was either to deal with a bunch of numbers or to do a lot of all kinds of magical experiments.

However, none of the things I had in mind came true. My college entrance examination score was just past the submission line of our school, and I couldn't get into any of the majors I wanted to attend, so I finally transferred to the English major.

And all of this is caused by me, I did one less biology question in the college entrance examination, I didn't tell anyone about this matter, but I cried heartbreakingly when I looked at the answer when I was evaluating the score, if I saw that question at that time, I would not go further and further from my dream.

English is a pure liberal arts major, and after we went to college, we only took one semester of liberal arts mathematics, and then there was no trace of science knowledge.

By now, I've forgotten all the science knowledge I learned for three years in high school, and when I go home, I talk to my brother about their exams, and I don't know anything about the formulas that I used to know by heart.

I feel very sad to think that I used to work so hard to memorize comprehensive topics and take science as my goal, but now I have nothing to do with them.

But I know that it's useless to be sad, I can only accept it, and I must accept it, and it is enough to do everything well.

Probably when you can't understand math ( ò

As a material, chemical and biological, it is mathematically the kind that says it will not be, super capricious!

Here's when I was studying math.

I still remember that during the placement test, even my score in politics (out of 100) was higher than my score in mathematics (out of 150).

Hair loss is ......

Science, it's okay, it's just that the head is a little cold :)

The saddest time was when I fell in love with a liberal arts girl when I was an undergraduate.

The first time I met her was in the library. There were always a lot of people in our school library, but I sat down that day when there was a vacant seat at the desk she was sitting on. She reads Kant, I do math problems, and mine keeps glancing at her.

A few hundred words can be omitted from later stories. She decided to give me a chance after I made a bold confession, and I didn't know how happy I was at the time. It's a pity that after getting along, I found that there were too many problems.

The biggest problem is the common topic. She's always looking at something. Walking side by side on campus in the evening, the process was always surprisingly awkward and silent—finally she wanted to adjust the atmosphere and talk to me about her recent thoughts, so the topic could not be avoided as philosophy or history – her minor.

Naturally, we broke up. Later, I went abroad, and soon met my current wife and gave birth to a lovely son. My wife's major is computer science, and we have a lot of common topics.

But I still can't forget her.

I saw her again when I returned to China to visit relatives last year. It's been almost ten years, and she still looks the same as before. When she was in graduate school, she met her current husband, who is also an academic, and they have a lot in common. We still don't have anything in common.

Why do I still like her?

This reminds me of when we were walking together, she once looked up and asked me: Someone once said, "Literature and art are class-based." Dream of Red Mansions belongs to the literature of the landlord class". But why would an ordinary peasant be moved by the Dream of Red Mansions?

Actually, I know. I've always known that. It's like the two of us, and even though we don't have a common topic, I still like her very much.

Of course, it is the saddest thing when I take the liberal arts exam, as a standard science girl, I just scratch my head and scratch my head when I take the liberal arts exam