My middle school days

I was a rural child, when I was in middle school, my parents were working in other places to earn money, at that time, almost all middle-aged people in the countryside were working in other places, and the family was full of old people and children staying at home.

I remember that when I was in elementary school, my grades were very good, and I thought that my junior high school career would be as stable as I wanted, but it did not develop as I expected. On the first day of registration, my grandfather led me to register, and many people I didn't know at that time, including children from other townships, also went to school in our town. Registration was carried out as well, and soon after the registration was completed, and the class began to be divided, there were quite a few people, and at that time, there were 6 classes, and a class was about 60 people. I was glad that my cousin and I were assigned to a class, at that time I don't know whether it was my grandfather or who said, two naughty children into a class, may have a slippery grade, do not let us both be in the same class, at the time of the assembly, the class teacher suddenly said, she does not want me in their class, because my cousin is more obedient, I am the kind of person who eats soft and does not eat hard. She told me to go to other classes, but there were a lot of people, and I felt that I didn't have any face, so I talked to her and I left. Later, she became my history teacher, so I didn't listen to her classes and did everything wrong. Slowly, she ignored me and reacted to my class teacher at the time. I was told by the teacher, but it didn't work, but it made me disgusted with schooling.

Because it was inconvenient to go to school in the countryside, most of them were residential schools, so I began to fool around with those students who did not learn and had no skills. Almost in the second year of junior high school, I didn't want to go to school at all, and every day I followed the kind of students who mixed up in school, smoking and playing cards and skipping class. My grades really began to decline, from the first twenty years, less than a semester, to more than two hundred years old, almost three hundred people at our age. The teacher also talked to me many times, but I always just went in and out of my left ear. I didn't take what the teacher said to heart at all. From doing small actions in class at the beginning, that is, throwing notes and the like, to smoking in the classroom later, playing cards together, and fighting with other boys in the class. A series of changes made me not have the slightest intention of reflecting, but instead wanted to go to the outside world more. This also paved the way for me to not go to school after middle school.

At that time, the school would hold a school meeting every Monday, and the principal would criticize by name, and I was not ashamed at that time, but proud of it. The school informed the parents that my grandparents beat me and began to preach after the beating. But at that time, I was already unable to enter the oil and salt, and there was no effect at all. Later, I even took the living expenses given by my family and other students to play cards in the woods, often lost the essence, and without living expenses, I bullied the kind of children who were at ease at school, snatched their meal cards to eat, and warned them if they dared to tell the teachers and parents. Then don't be afraid that I will ask someone to beat you, and I don't know whether they are scared or because they don't want to worry, and they have not informed.

Slowly, I didn't know how to come into contact with some of those street thugs, fooling around. Those classmates also began to be afraid of us, giving us all the pocket money, and if we didn't give it, we would call to a place where no one was, and then beat it up, and then we all started to give money. I also unconsciously finished the three years of junior high school, it was completely muddy, I didn't learn anything, but I learned a bad temper and a dirty mouth, until I was about to take the exam. I saw that everyone was reviewing, studying well for their own future, and holding books in the dormitory at night to take a flashlight. For a moment I seemed to regret it, and I wanted to study hard again. But it was too late, I hadn't studied, I went to sleep in class, what the teacher said, I didn't know at all, and I couldn't start reviewing. Unconsciously, the middle school entrance examination arrived, I took the exam very badly, the moment I walked out of the examination room, I almost changed my whole person, never thought that I would not go to school after junior high school, and I would not have the opportunity to go to school for a lifetime. The students got together and said that the test was good or not, I just lay on the bed and wanted to cry, my heart was extremely uncomfortable, chagrin, regret, but it didn't help. A few days later, the results came out, and I didn't get in, that is to say, I had to go to vocational education, but I couldn't look at vocational education in my heart, so I didn't sign up. When I got home, my family asked me, I can't remember how I answered, and I can't remember how I survived that summer vacation, and that summer vacation was over.

After the summer vacation, the students who were admitted to high school went to high school to register, and those who were not admitted to vocational education seemed to be the only one at home. When people asked, I almost always said I didn't want to read it. I began to be afraid to stay in my hometown, I was afraid of others asking me, I was afraid of other people's eyes, I went to the field alone, I also entered the factory, as if they were all so sudden, as if they all happened yesterday.

Only now have I discovered how stupid and ignorant I was at that time. But regret is useless, it has passed, time will not flow back, I will not have the opportunity to change myself, all I can do is to make good money, do not waste time, do not let the future regret again like now.

I hope to see my story, help forward it to the children who are still in school around them, don't learn from me, and embark on a road of no return.