What happened to the rebellious children in school?

I remember when I was in high school, there were always a few people in the class walking in the last row of the classroom. Students who sleep in class and pee after class.

In the words of the teacher: "The churning stick in the class".

Instead of reading, he also led other students to skip class to go out to study, and after being caught by the teacher, he let the students of other teachers carry the pot.

These bad students are willing to take you out to play, not for anything else, just to be able to find a back pot.

The teacher saw that the students took the initiative to admit their mistakes, and it was difficult to say anything, so they had to let them go. Helpless teachers can only protect other children from their influence.

I found that my classmates were far away from them, and they were no longer bored with themselves.

Later, they rarely appeared in the vision of our classmates who wanted to go to college. He also gradually became a transparent person in the class, living in his own small circle. The teacher also gradually abandoned these students, and every time they adjusted their seats, the students sitting in the last row moved forward one position, and every time they walked near their seats, the ground was always full of garbage. Snot, plastic bags for breakfast, and a lot of textbooks that I had never read were scattered on the ground. Perhaps they are also used to their seats, after all, they are not as free as before when they moved to the front.

The countdown to the college entrance examination began 100 days ago, and one of the poor students moved forward one position. And no more littering, textbooks on desks are neatly arranged, new stationery boxes are bought, and a few water-based pens that don't seem cheap. It is not difficult to see that he is ready to read well.

He also refused the request to go out of class with his pig friends, and the class seemed to be very serious about taking notes, but after all, it was too much in the past, and simply looking at his notes was the basic knowledge of the freshman and sophomore year. But I was quite active in asking my classmates questions.

In the end, the blood will inevitably disappear

Classes are like listening to books, learning this thing depends on accumulation, and test scores can sometimes be very good or bad. There are too many types of exam questions, and I see my grades going up and down, but the average score is always hovering in place.

In the end, he chose to give up studying and continued to sit in the corner of the classroom, living day after day.

After the college entrance examination, I have seen him for the last time since the day I received my results, and I have never seen him again.

After a long time, I returned to my hometown after college and found a job that was very good in the local area.

I've always been curious about the whereabouts of this classmate, but I've asked a circle of friends without any news of him.

And I don't think so, in the company, I was appreciated by the leaders for my outstanding performance, and let his daughter follow me and be my subordinate. Not only that, but I was promoted twice in 3 years and became the general manager. I also lived up to expectations and led the company into new projects.

That day, I went to the construction site with the leader's daughter to investigate the project

I recognized the workers inside at a glance, and the little bully in the class was ,,,

I walked up cautiously and observed him with the afterglow.

"That's right, it's him," I thought to myself

I greeted him very naturally and got to know how he was doing lately.

Finally I sent him an invitation to have dinner with a few of my high school classmates in the evening. At first, he tried everything to shirk it, but in the end, he still agreed to it with my three inches of tongue.

In the evening, when he walked into the hall, a few of our middle school friends warmly went up to greet him.

It can be seen that in order to have some face in front of his classmates, he deliberately went home and changed into a decent dress, even so, he could not hide the sour smell of living in the semi-basement on his body.

Everyone drank a lot that day and began to miss the past, the class flowers in the next class, the ugly things of the school teacher,。。

Finally, I asked about the last situation of the poor students in the class at that time.

He sighed, dried a glass of liquor, and said seriously: "After the college entrance examination, everyone has not been admitted to college, and we are still like in the past, day and night upside down, going out at night to spend the day and drinking, and nibbling at home during the day." In fact, I really regret that I did not study well, wasted my youth, and finally ended up in such a field. In fact, if you can start again, after all, there is no culture, you can only do some hard work to make a living, once in the class, often bully you, think that you are dead to study, wait for school graduation, early than you in the society, must be better than your people who study. However, after graduating from high school, society is not what we think, and if you want to work in a high-end office building, the minimum standard is undergraduate. We simply can't find high-tech jobs, we can only start to work hard, and after working for a long time, everyone will slack off. We were paid every month, and we were able to order beer and peanuts every night after work. I don't even think about going to an undergraduate exam and starting over. I regret it, in just three years, we can make our gap so big, but I can't blame anyone, the best time is wasted, no matter how you think about it, you can't catch up... “