What kind of back to back battles did you experience in your senior year of high school?

In the third year of high school, with the increase of study pressure, some people chose to give up on themselves and continue to sleep, chat, eat, and play with their mobile phones. Some people will paralyze themselves with the statement that "many people usually learn average or not very well, but they can do well in the college entrance examination"; There are also some people who will shout that I want to study hard, I want to be admitted to university, I want to go to a certain city to numb myself, and after studying for five minutes, I feel that I have learned a lot, so I will reward myself for my hard work by playing for two hours. However, there are still some people who study seriously, they listen carefully to the lectures, get up early and stay late.

Maybe it's a late night study, only to find that hard work is not the only way to improve your grades. Maybe it's overthinking, but I have a dislike for my best friend again and again. Maybe it's three people walking together, but I want to think that the relationship between the three people will always ignore one.

Later, I graduated, and I used to be so good friends no longer contacted, she deleted my buckles, I also deleted **, some friends persuaded us why bother, but I feel that I can't go back, the estrangement and strangeness in my heart, now I think about it, or the memories of high school are good, hee-hee-ha encourage each other, somehow, approaching the college entrance examination, she became silent, I became impatient, we refused to back down, and finally parted ways. Maybe you will ask me if I regret it, I think, maybe it is enough to have it once, not to force anyone around you to accompany you to the end, or many years later, our encounter will become a knowing smile, those years of unbearable will be light, and we laugh.

Provincial focus, parallel classes. Dry chewing coffee, compass pricking legs, four hours of sleep, eating within 6 minutes, a neutral pen refill a day and a half, a stack of 200 pages of papyrus a week, the average prescription of glasses rises every 3 months, and in the past three years, including the Spring Festival and National Day (at that time, Labor Day was still a seven-day holiday), it added up to less than 20 days. In addition, I basically didn't talk to anyone else in the class for a year, except for the teacher, my neighbors, and my roommates, and everyone was like that.

At 11 o'clock, I went to the cafeteria to have some supper, went back to the dormitory to wash up, and started to do the questions at 11:40, to 1 to 2 o'clock, got up at 5:40 in the morning to run and exercise, ran 15 laps of the 300-meter playground and had breakfast, and studied at 7:10 in the morning, and the study began until the next evening self-study.

Lasts for two years.

The class has the best atmosphere in the third year of high school. I have a good relationship with the teacher, the tolerance of the class teacher, and the care of the subject teacher...There should be a learning atmosphere, the tension and pressure of the college entrance examination are rare, and it is indeed a big family of love. Last semester, I played the king together in class, but I also consciously stayed in the lecture hall at night to study, got up early to read and recite knowledge points on the rooftop, and there were often a large group of teachers who asked questions....should be noisy, even when I went to the college entrance examination, I sang in the car, and after the math test, I could laugh and dislike the questions.

I'm an art student, the third year of high school is only three months for me, (the rest of the time is painting, preparing for various unified examinations) the last three months until now I don't know how to live, others rest I do exercises, others sleep I do problems, the life of art students is also used to let me stay up late, the last three months, but also under the pressure of parents and teachers, the ridicule of other classes, thinking that we art students can go to college by playing, I can only laugh, this year we have a total of 60,000 art students in our province, more than 30,000 are art students, The pressure of art students is really very great, and in the end they may be numb to learning, and they spend all day and night in the exam, and when it comes to the day of the college entrance examination, when I finish writing the last English essay, I suddenly feel that the third year of high school is over, and that feeling makes me suddenly very empty in the examination room, and after a hasty examination, I find that the last 20 minutes are really difficult.

It's not as vigorous as expected, everything is quietly changing. Throughout the third year of high school, I didn't stay up late for as long as I wanted, because sleep was more important. I don't study all the time, and I occasionally take a break on weekends.

But everyone works hard and cherishes their time. Learn when you should learn, play when you need to play. Now the senior year of high school in my memory has been beautified layer by layer, and most of what is left is beautiful.

I cherish that time of struggle, and I also cherish the bitterness mixed with sweetness in that hard time. After every test, I don't know whether to contradict the answers, after reading the transcript, I feel a short period of chicken blood, and I can't start in the face of physics questions. I forced myself to get up in the morning, rushed to the cafeteria to buy breakfast after washing up, and returned to the classroom to endorse it.

There is also an occasional chat between the old man and the senior. Many nights, thoughts can drift far away.

I think I will always cherish the company and support of my family and friends. In the third year of high school, the war is chaotic, the ups and downs, the taste of this is difficult to speak, and after experiencing it, you will know the taste. If there is any message, I would like to say:

From the very beginning, you should know your goals, your characteristics, so that you can be protected from other people and all kinds of external objects, of course, this is negative. Mentality is really important, in fact, you just need to be quiet and do yourself well, and the outcome will naturally not disappoint you. Don't be anxious, look farther.

Well, that's it. I hope that you will live up to your youth.