In the third day, I came.

I am ordinary and have never been praised.

Ordinary me, I don't know how to get to the third day, I only know that this road is long and long. Finally, I am here!

When I walked into the familiar school again, I had the feeling that I had not seen in the previous eight years. It feels wonderfully joyful and sad. Ordinary I play an ordinary role in an ordinary class. I am plain, I am average, and I am in the middle of what I am doing. I suddenly feel scared and helpless.

In the face of adversity, I don't know how to fight through the last year. Until one day, my math teacher came to me and talked about a long conversation. From her words, I saw the hidden myself. She said that I am a left brain more developed than the right brain. She said that for the literary class, it will always be So easy, for science, always half a beat. She also said that as long as I am willing to work hard for a year, I will definitely be admitted. Although I don't believe it, I don't know why I seem to figure out everything. Since then, I have become self-confident. In the face of the first turning point in my life, I accept the hardships and sufferings and bravely go on.

The teacher said yes, people, to live for themselves, even if you know that it is wrong, as long as it is your ultimate choice, do not regret it. After that conversation, I changed, became confident, became cheerful, and matured.

In the third day, I am coming, the senior high school entrance exam, waiting for me! ! !

Third day: dawn