Confessions of a Chinese high school graduate

Confessions of a Chinese high school graduate <br /> When I was a child, college graduates were as precious as unicorns, but now they are like popcorn: cheap and bulky. Nothing to be surprised, think about millions of new students going forward every year. Everyone is eager to be a white-collar worker. It is not so easy to find in the Chinese manufacturing economy. The employment problem of college graduates has been discussed in the media for at least ten years as a social problem and has never improved.
My father is a cleaner at a paper mill in the land. He doesn't have any professional skills in his fifties. He earns fifty yuan a day. What can I buy for fifty yuan? Buy two cups at a not-so-commercial coffee shop in Beijing, which is where I am now writing these words. But if you are a college graduate who wants to find a job in my hometown, then you may expect a lower salary than my father. Earlier I went back to the small village of my hometown. My parents told me that one of the village girls was crazy. why? She went to college and studied English for four years. Then she could find the best job to peel shrimp with her colleagues. Her colleague was a middle school graduate and she was four years younger than her.
Therefore, a college diploma, something that was once so ridiculous, an enticing document that leads to success and a stable life, has now lost its brilliance, right? So people start to avoid it and pursue happiness through different ways, right? The fact is that despite the bleak economic outlook and the disappearance of graduates, the competition for college students is quite fierce.
My high school life, not too long ago, may allow you to peek into some real-life situations: too much competition poisons people's relationships, when you feel that someone sitting next to you may be your potential enemy, may plunder your future How can altruism help guide you through the happiness of your life. The students are all reluctant to help others. If you have a math problem you can't solve it, you leave it to yourself because all the students have private ownership of what they have learned. And telling you what you have learned or your problem for free is not only a time to kill and will help your enemy.
I just want to say that high school is a combination of a monastery and a boot camp. Every day is eleven lessons. We must leave early at 11 pm to leave. After the last lesson, we are encouraged to take care of every free time. There is a student who goes to the bathroom every night to study. Everyone hates him because it destroys this delicate balance and is vital to our peaceful coexistence – he studies too hard. The school encourages us to save time. There is a slogan in our main building: "Time is like water in a sponge; if you can squeeze it harder, then there is more to say."
Although you can always squeeze, it is God who needs to take a day off every week. For high school students, there is only once in four weeks. This day is to let us go home with those clothes and money to continue to maintain our next four weeks. But it also provides a chance to relax. One day, think about it, ten hours of freedom, plus sleep that no one bothered. What a wonderful! I always look forward to this day, and then keep planning to plan: go to the bookstore to see the history books I have not read? Going to the market to eat noodles? When this day comes, I am happy to live every second like a ghost to count every penny spent.
The teacher is a combination of the military training officer and the Amway salesman. The former abuses us, the latter promises us. The teacher not only has to teach people, but he also needs to motivate people. Some male teachers are very good at this, can evoke our innermost heart in their courses, even Freud will admire. They use the sharp language to make rap and envy. I remember a teacher who warned us that if we don't study hard, we will only be able to "give the dog a tooth". He means that we will eventually become a wanderer or a beggar. Many years have passed, but one scene has been haunting my mind. I took a sly stick and tried to drive away a group of screaming dogs.
In the first few days of my high school life, I was filled with the belief of winning and confident. After all, I feel that I have just passed some difficult exams. My teacher saw the dangerous tendency and then he talked to me. At the beginning, he talked more concealed euphemism and told me that the full bucket could not hold more water. But he found that I didn't improve. He described me as a ungrateful person and a mistake of my parents. Later I realized that the teacher was not just talking about me. He said to most students, except the best and worst students in the class. The best students will be respected and the worst, it is not worth the waste of time because it will not make any difference.
Not only do students face a lot of pressure, but teachers are the same. The salaries of the teachers are related to the number of students they are responsible for attending college. Even the principal of the school will be promoted by these good materials. In my first year, a girl committed suicide. Nothing to be surprised, there are always some poor ones that can't reach the goal. This is the way to choose your work naturally. The reason for the suicide was that the girl’s class led her to give up the college entrance exam. It is not that he personally hates her. He just said to all the students in the class who thought there was no hope, they might weaken the average score in the class. The girl refused. The teacher told her something that was definitely a shame, and then she jumped to the sea at noon that day.
Three years of intense marathon run. The future climax must be more lost. The exam didn't look like I imagined - a grand battle. I saw myself in such a scene, the military number rang, the bullet flew over, I was there, a soldier crouched in the trench and prepared to charge with a bayonet to grasp the throat of my destiny. However, the reality is more boring. A room of 40 students huddled on their small table, and under the supervision of the camera, the two invigilators chatted. We are not warriors but prisoners. If we are fighting for anything, I think that is our survival.
Some interesting changes have taken place on some days before the exam. My class leader seems to have done a personality transplant. He looks like another person. He is so good now that I can't recognize him. In our last class, he gave a farewell speech. He told us that he was very happy to work with us for three years, he is proud of us and will not forget us. I think this is totally reversed - we are the worst class he has ever taught and he hates us - especially me, a type that is poor and dull and never cooperates - and hopes that we will get away from him as soon as we leave Forget us in my memory.
He continued the emotional speech. "If I have hurt any of you, I want to say that I didn't mean it. As a teacher, I always remember the best interests of my classmates." Some girls cried in tears. "One day is the father for the teacher." He quoted the words of the ancients, which made me feel awkward about this hypocrite.
Excluding all the acting parts, I clearly know that this information is; "I know that I abused you but I don't want you to hate me. Now, you are leaving, my sternness is no longer meaningful. What can be done without Everything is done, so let's go ahead and forget about it and be friendly."
"I love you." This is the end of the speech, a rather cliché. "We love you too," the students shouted. Liars!
But such a ceremony is still effective. Reached the effect of the settlement. Forgot the damage. Healed resentment. Even me, the most rash, ruthless hater, feels that it may be unfair to blame him for his harsh criticism. After all, he is doing his job.
On the morning of the test day, I walked through the crowd of students and parents. They are anxious and looking forward to gazing at their children and praying for good grades. The same is true of my father. He bought me a can of red bull.
"Son, don't be too nervous." My father handed the jar.
How can I not be nervous when I see you so weak? I thought about slamming those at the same time.
"My teacher said that you are very good, he said that you have no problem."
my teacher? My teacher doesn't care about me at all. What he cares about is the information.
"If not, we can try again next year."
But next year. How many next year will I have?
However, I just bid farewell to my father, how far I can throw the can, and then strode into the test room, ready to decide the throat of my fate, or my throat.
The three-day exam went smoothly and there was no accident. Except for the accident, the child in front of me suddenly looked back at my paper, the invigilator pretended not to see it, or they were too engaged in their conversation. But how can I let my three years of hard work learn to be stolen by this despicable hybrid? I looked at him with my cold resentful eyes and covered my papers. The "thief" also returned to the past.
Then everything is over. I walked out of the classroom and felt like a discarded condom, which was empty after use. At the same time exhausted. All I want to do is to make up for the sleep I missed in three years. Not only are I very sleepy, I want to sleep this horrible three years, which makes me forget them like a nightmare. When I woke up again, I hope that I found out that I have started a new life.
A month later, I received a letter of acceptance from the university and my father was very excited. But I just feel relieved, it seems that it is only temporary. I intuitively know that the university will never be as good as the teacher described it to me. Compared with three years ago, I am more mature and much more intelligent.
My intuition has been verified to be correct; university life is just another circle. We will experience another anxiety, worry, boredom and awakening, just a different goal: then pass the exam and then go to college. It is now a Communist and finds a girlfriend and a job.