College student autobiography

After repeated failures, I can no longer indulge myself in such a numb manner. I know that if you can't fully understand yourself, you will be like a leader and become a person who is not welcome. Because I am always in front of them, so tired or hate. I am in a strange environment, I am lonely. I can't find my good friend, or I can't touch my mentor. In fact, I am not not in love with the gregarious, their intrigue, and not to regard themselves as an equal person, and in their eyes they have lost the value of continuing to get along. I remember that I lived with everyone in Heilongjiang University of Traditional Chinese Medicine and left me with too many memories in the university. Finally, I graduated, left school, and left the university. I am the most active or arguably the most passionate inside. I don't want to go back there, I want to run for a better life. In the future work, I don't know that my roots have been broken. I became a dull person. For a long time, I couldn't make two or three sentences, and I became a person who could enjoy the bird's dung egg in half a day. I look up to the sky and find the answer. Why do I have such a big change? Is it because you have not met the noble? Is it my arrival that will cause many people to lose their jobs? I won't be so powerful.

I was born into a peasant family, ranking second, with a brother behind him. Perhaps the love and care of my parents during a few years has made me a topic after a meal with my relatives. Less sensible, too much.

My small country was a small one in our village, and we were a teacher who thanked me. I know that he taught my father and taught my fathers. When my dad should study, there are still a few fathers, a few of them are not born. This is the epitome of the big family.

My national teacher is one. From the first grade, I have been teaching us to the sixth grade. What language teachers, math teachers, and moral teachers are all played by the teacher. I am very afraid of my teacher. Every day, facing the "aura" wearing a duck hat to cover up his top. My heart is humble, afraid of his unpredictable mood. We don't have ringtones for class, and all of them are teachers. A classroom guards a village student. We are a kindergarten next door, and I left my original mark from the place where we can't say it. My songs and laughter, my full house kills, my crying. In my impression, there is only a fuzzy memory of the last three years. Because my class came to a group of students who were "abandoned" by other schools when I was in fourth grade. Our arrival has become my "big boss". We live in such an environment every day and there is no room for resistance. We are also willing to become their "little brother" and become their "dog legs." It is still feeling happy, there is no fight and being bullied.

I seem to remember that when I graduated from China, there were only 24 students left in my class. Some went to other schools to go to other schools to get a better education. Those who dropped out of school seemed to have family difficulties, and parents refused to let them read them. If they were abandoned by the school, their existence was a black sheep. I don't know the classmates abandoned by my teacher, and which schools will recruit him. Now that they are too married or married, we can't contact them anymore. We know each other and become people of two eras. Now I am still drifting in a foreign land, when will I be home?

Parental care and love, the oppression of the school. I returned to myself in one of the next things. The child in a yard smashed me. I slap him in the face of anger. He cried and told his parents that his parents threw the clothes that I had left outside after looking for my parents. Mao Yu. After the parents came home, they had a fight with them, and I was ordered to stay at home and not allowed to come out. Afterwards, my mother told me that only my mother-in-law came out to help me and help them fight against foreign enemies. The power of the opponent is the parents of the children who are being bullied by me, as well as their relatives, and the adults who have had a holiday with their parents because of the trivialities of life. I know that my parents will be defeated. What made me wonder is our village head. We have no holidays with him. We can see that there are children crying on the road. They point the finger at my house and say that the child of a certain family is bullying again. We are very embarrassed, I hate this village chief. Now I understand, I used to repair the house and had a friction with the captain’s house. The two also had a lot of times. They were small and couldn’t help. I really wanted to give them two punches, let them know how to know, and know my family. Nor can it be because the parents' "incompetence" is not irritating. In this way, a village chief and a team leader colluded in this way, and the officers and officials guarded each other to oppress the most peasant. Therefore, when I was young, I hated being an official. My ideal was to be a big official and to arrest all the bad people who bullied my family. In my impression, I only bullied two children. The kid’s slap in the face was one time. The other time was that a child didn’t give me a gun, and I gave the gun to me. But this time, because the parents quarreled because of the child's affairs, he also came to cheer them up and calm down. My mother told me that because there is no man in the family who has the ability, no one has come out to help, and it has become the object of criticism.

I saw sorrow from my parents' faces, saw the helplessness after being beaten, and saw the knacks between the neighbors and the education and criticism of relatives and villagers. I have to change and become no longer so arrogant. I grew up and became sensible and came to the country.

The era of rebellion can not be very infective to me. I have served as a labor commissioner for two years. The first-year labor commissioner accepted me this arduous and glorious burden because of dropping out of school. As the performance of the school is remarkable, I assume no responsibility for this position.

I remember that just after the first day, the class teacher gave us a seat. It is arranged according to the grades of admission. A classmate who has been with China for a few years has transferred to a better school. He has not had a good grade in the past. Now the school results are before me, and now I am sitting in front of me. I was placed in the classroom later. I can better understand that good education can bring good results, but the ability is not necessarily the strongest. I don't want to keep me in the middle and low level because my grades are higher than me. I have to work harder. In the final exam of the first semester, I was ranked in the 19th class of my class. It was considered to be in the middle of the class because there were more than 60 students in the class. The class teacher sent our transcripts to each student's hand, letting their parents evaluate the performance of their children during the semester and make an opinion on the future education work written behind the transcript. I saw that I was ranked 19th, I am happy because I proved that I am working hard. No one knows my happiness. I asked my mother to write something, and my mother said it was busy. I told her that I could just write a name and said that I had no opinion on my study. She is obsessed with me and writes her name. In fact, I know that my mother feels that her culture is not high enough and her writing is not good, so she excuses her excuses. Every mother is thinking about her own children. I am holding a one-way teacher with a mother's signature. The teacher said that such a poor performance is also a good intention to show up in front of the public. I know that I have not worked hard enough. I have to work harder. I have been working hard for this sentence for three years. The front is all the top, so that I can never get in after this life. The results are also very stable, and they have won awards and won awards. I have been supporting it all the time.

I remember the first class in English, I was denied the English teacher's injury and self-esteem. The teacher is reading next to me. I don't have such a good memory. I use a pencil to annotate Chinese. The teacher criticized me indiscriminately, thinking that I did not concentrate on the lecture. She took my textbook and looked at it. I saw my Chinese pronunciation. It was quite reasonable or conceited. I still said a few words about me. I know that my heart is guilty. In the course of the future, I was afraid of this teacher. Every time I went to class, I felt like I was sitting on a needle and felt that I lost my original intention and interest in learning English.

Maybe I am not willing to lag behind. I saw that the language teacher asked the students to read the text. The sound was like a mosquito, and I was disdainful to these students. Every time they go to class, their voice is the biggest. In the class, there is no teacher, the voice is also the biggest, but once the teacher let them show, what is the shrink? When my disdain was too prominent, I was appointed as a deputy representative by the language teacher. The representative of the class is set by the class teacher. It is a girl. It is good to have a good grade in a small language. Let her take the right place. However, in the eyes of the language teacher, I was in the device, because he always arranged for me to send and receive the language homework of my class. When there is anything, I will be responsible for it. This makes me extremely vain. I can face the results of each language test, every time I pass the passing score, my strong vanity has shrunk, I let the step, I bowed my head, I am facing my classmates, this is not for me. Competent disdain, and our positive language class means that each grade can be stable above 80. Finally, I applied to the language teacher for the reason for resignation, and the teacher readily agreed. The teacher did not talk to me after class. I think, I cut off a grass in my heart for him. For me, it is like a deserter who has been abandoned. I left it to me or the language is not good.

Our class teacher is teaching us math. I know that my math scores are not very good in the country. The little teacher of the country loves to stay with us until all the questions are done right. Many times, when I get home, I am completely dark. I don't want to be a monk anymore, I am very serious in math class. Heaven pays off, the most memorable thing is that once I actually took the first grade, I was side by side with another classmate. When I was on the road, I didn't know me, and no one congratulated me. I am seeing another classmate who has received admiration and praise. I regret that why share the first with others. An always-perfect aura overwhelmed me and made unremitting efforts. I didn't get everyone's approval, and some of them were still working hard.

I have benefited from the two years of labor committee life. Our school is also very strict in this respect. Every day, a large team comes to the classrooms and schools to arrange our cleaned playground for inspection. Some students expressed their dissatisfaction on the Internet and said what garbage school came. This became a sanitation worker. Finally, the classroom changed from n times a day to two cleanings, and finally it became one, and we were all very happy. Yes, our spare time is that we are entertaining and enriching our lives, and we may all become exploited. My labor commissioner is the biggest official I have spent throughout my studies. I can't live up to the duty of this holy god. Every time I work, I am next to me. I am supervising, I am making decisions, and I am actually cleaning them. I am not a cadre, I have become a part of it. The school arranged for us to clean the place with the smelly ditch, and I became the most respectable person. In their eyes, the labor commissioner is going to play a leading role in labor. I really use my hands to excavate this "unparalleled" dark side. My performance has been recognized by everyone, and the praise of my teachers and classmates makes me very happy. If I let my classmates evaluate me, they will say in unison: "Good!" What impressed me most was that the class teacher stated in the class that I would send the highest honor of our school to me. I was moved by tears. My dedication has been praised. It is no wonder that too many people who moved the Chinese characters used tears to dance the trophy when they received the award. I am in love with my country and I am in love with my teacher.

My high school is gray, and this unbearable experience makes me unwilling to remember more. I hid in that corner and was forgotten. Why do you want to enter this famous "key class"? These are all the top leaders in the county. They used to be the top students of all schools. For me, this is for self-certification and overtime work. My grades are in the class. More, you will try your best to disdain in the eyes of the teacher. All the people are working hard, and I will never have a day. I was abandoned and left my innocent memories. Why do I become a small fish in this pond, in the days of decline, and I prefer to be a big fish in the small pond. It’s unfortunate, it’s not arguing.

Like the middle school, I vented my displeasure at school. Too many roars about my family made me find the vent. I can't find the understanding of the teachers and classmates in the school. My parents don't know whether they understand it or not. They only know that their daughter-in-law has become so chilling. The school is on the ridge and my home is low in the mountains. The school opened a commendation meeting, the following villagers can hear it, all of our team