Inspirational story of college entrance examination

classic inspirational articles in senior three (4) are in full bloom! (211-1-11 18:1:56) Reprinted ▼ Label: Touching Senior Three Education Classics Inspirational Flowers Unbroken Classification: About Education

Little by little in more than 3 days and nights of Senior Three, just like a colorful little flower, it blooms in everyone's heart. Perhaps not every flower is earth-shattering, not every flower is stunning, and not every flower can bear rich fruits. But those flowers really bloomed in the softest place in everyone's heart once, and they did leave some sweet fragrance of flowers. The shadows of these flowers, together with the third year of high school, bring us a pair of mature eyes that we use to see the world today. This unforgettable experience will affect every choice and decision we make in our future life. Like water passing by, flowers bloom and fall, and we stand by the river of the years, watching the flowing water clearly pass by. On the river, there are colorful flowers and lost years.

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I don't know how to write it, or exactly what kind of words to string together the mood of this year completely, and let them hang there like gorgeous crystals without losing their original flavor for you to share and understand.

when I wrote the first character of this extremely hot August, I suddenly noticed many unknown small flowers blooming in patches outside the window, red, yellow, pink and blue, colorful and colorful, with beautiful colors everywhere. God, when did these flowers come out? This momentum should not be in full swing for only a few days.

I don't know if these flowers are blooming so beautifully this year. If so, I think I should thank them. I can smell a lot of sweet smells in the air, and a beautiful word suddenly pops up: flowers are unbeaten!

flowers bloom undefeated.

flowers are invincible!

I think I can finally calm down and tell you many stories that happened in this year. I think no matter what happens in the future, I will never forget the dribs and drabs of this year.

A week before the start of senior three, a parent-teacher meeting was held.

It was a very serious parent-teacher conference, and no one was absent or even late. The teacher mobilized almost all the emotions of parents at that meeting. Needless to say, the importance of the third year of high school, the so-called "success is also the third year of high school, failure is also the third year of high school", no matter how brilliant the children were in the past, no matter how failed they were, the head teacher, as a thin little girl, actually leaned against the podium to talk for two hours, which was nothing more than convincing us that anything could happen, and miracles or consequences would make a dramatic appearance in BLACKPINK this year.

In order to let each student know clearly his ranking position in the class, grade, even in the district and the whole city, the school has carefully made a ranking table of grades in each subject of Senior One and Senior Two. Now that I think about it, I have to admit, that watch is really too detailed. The total score and standard ranking of each course are compared with the average score in the grade, and there is even a well-designed performance curve chart, and finally there is a concrete analysis of the comprehensive ranking. It's really painstaking to be crowded with a piece of paper.

My father came back from school with a gloomy face, and the situation was as bad as I expected: he ranked 29th in the grade. Terrible position.

"there is still hope. As the teacher said, anything is possible. " Father said he believed me, but I don't know whether I should believe myself again. However, there is no way out. We are pawns crossing the river, and we can't turn back.

I can only be worthy of my parents, teachers and, most importantly, myself if I whip my horse and catch up.

eleven years' long preparation period has finally arrived, and it is time to start the battle and fight hard. I must say goodbye to my rambling and irresponsible past.

I rushed into the battle when I had lost completely, but the battle had already started, and I couldn't escape.

Senior three is really different.

If the horror of sea tactics in Grade Three has not been revealed at the beginning of this demon's debut, then the change brought by Grade Three is psychological first. There will always be a string in your mind, which is always there, all the time. When you are in a boring English class, your thoughts drift out of the window and you are imagining things; Doing a "super-low-level" math problem with a huge amount of calculation is purely patience. When you move a little bit, you want to refer to other people's answers. At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, when I forced myself to sit at the table and recite the meaning of "people's democratic dictatorship", the string "boom" came to a deafening sound: "Senior three, how can you be so degraded!" Then, the whole person was excited, followed by a pounding heart, and immediately strengthened his spirit and continued to fight.

For senior three, writing articles is definitely a luxury and a waste. As soon as I picked up the pen, the string in my head buzzed, and my tone, style and even handwriting were unfamiliar, so unfamiliar that I felt nothing like copying words. I have to admire the strong motivation of the third year of high school. There are more and more reminders in my desk. I picked up my pen and manuscript paper and resolutely said goodbye to them. The silver-white pen with a beautiful dragon pattern was too heavy for me to pick up, so I decided to give up.

At the beginning of the third year of senior high school, almost everyone was eager to try, and everyone was so energetic that they couldn't get into Fudan Jiaotong University. I put up a big slogan "Go to Fudan" on the bedside, and shouted it several times before getting up early and going to bed every day to increase my little confidence. All dreams are abstracted under the pressure of the college entrance examination into the sacred institution of higher learning. At that time, as soon as I heard all the news about Fudan, I was immediately excited and excited, as if everything was eclipsed by the dazzling aura of that school.

I never thought about the huge gap between the score of 29 and Fudan, and the students around me didn't seem to realize the terrible battle of crossing the single-plank bridge with thousands of troops. We cling to the dream in our hearts, and Xianglinsao shouts "I want XXX". That kind of psychology and the explosive tension created by it can't be understood by people who are less than senior three.

The first real contest from senior three is coming soon.

the mid-term exam of the first semester, an exam that we thought was ready but was badly killed.

Our ranking has undergone an earth-shaking change as predicted by our teacher. Many unknown students in the class are like dark horses, which surprised everyone at once. Up and down, many people began to become practical. The school gate of Peking University is indeed artistic enough, but not everyone can feel elegant there. The embarrassment of having fewer porridge and more monks makes every senior three students feel embarrassed before the huge gap between reality and dreams.

I am one of the few people who still have illusions. Please note that I used the word "fantasy", that is, something that seemed absolutely impossible at that time. It stands to reason that I, a person who has been hovering between 2 and 3 in Grade One and Grade Two unwillingly, but has started a quarter in Grade Three, is still keeping a small momentum. I should not have any illusions about Fudan, a top institution in China. But God knows how I had such a revolutionary optimism at that time. I stubbornly hold the idea of "every time I take the exam, I will advance 5", and I am stupid and proud.

Later facts also proved that it was because of my scary optimism that I had the motivation to persist, and that the absolutely impossible gradually flashed the dawn of hope step by step.

Using cruel facts to defeat the fragile self-confidence of young people is the first killer weapon that senior three throws at us.

the firmness of psychological defense is an extremely important reason for whether we can win this war.

At that time, I didn't realize that this kind of silly persistence had such great magic. I just insisted on the abstract name "Fudan" that I had kept for 11 years. I didn't even realize what price I would pay to exchange this beautiful concept that I had when I was a child. I just followed it closely and recited it over and over again.

I bought a little advantage with my arrogance without realizing it. In fact, I didn't realize that it was really a good start.

I went to talk to the class teacher once, and the petite and lovely little woman-like teacher said softly when she saw me, "I did well in this exam, so keep it next time. Huazheng can rush. " I still can't figure out why I was so firm and bold at that time: "I want to take the Fudan exam." The teacher, who has always been full of ladylike spirit, couldn't conceal her "O"-shaped mouth. Fortunately, she quickly took into account my feelings and then said softly, "Then you should try harder. However, there is hope and hope. " I grinned foolishly. There is a bunch of roses blooming brightly on the table, as red as water, stretching upward with vigor and vitality. The sunlight came in obliquely, which made the office warm in early autumn.

now that I think about it, that teacher's understatement gave me much motivation. Not to mention how many positive ingredients there are in her words, but the sentence "promising" is like a bright lantern, which hangs in my mind all the time in the following days, and with the sweet smell of roses on the table that day, I feel that the whole person is warm.

The days that followed began to become more and more dull, simpler and more repetitive.

Every morning, panting, I rush into the packed classroom, put my schoolbag, take exercises and start calculus. The similar but different days from day to day have now been abstracted into draft papers that are always written densely, formulas and exercises that can't be wiped clean on the blackboard, teachers' heartfelt reminders and chalk scraps that float in the air forever.

Boys' hair is always in a mess, and all the beautiful clothes of girls are simplified into uniform uniforms. Occasionally, we will raise our distracted eyes from the messy pile of paper piled as high as a hill and take a look at the crooked notices on the blackboard, such as how much to pay and what books to buy. The days just flow away in plain little drops.

In this simple environment, students' humor cells are trained to be extremely sharp. Once any trivial matter is caught, it is immediately exaggerated and then expanded, and then it attracts all the sensations. A writer's article about "bullshit/dog farting/farting dog" actually attracted the whole class to clap their tables and laugh, break down the tables and beat their legs. The teacher said that this is a manifestation of senior three syndrome. Because our life is too simple, anything that can arouse ripples will bring us immeasurable happiness.

physical education class, a senior three student, is the only class that can't be occupied by the school. Boys often play basketball until they can wring their sweaters in class, while girls are kicking shuttlecock and jumping rubber bands and having fun.

The short time after two classes every Friday afternoon is designated as "game day" by us. We racked our brains to bring things to school to play. There is a kind of children's game of "playing coins", which is especially popular with us. Put a few dimes and one-dollar coins on the table, and build a goal with a few erasers, regardless of whether the boys and girls are all lying on the table shouting and laughing, they have a good time. I don't understand how we can be so easily satisfied and hysterical when we have already held the adult ceremony.

"We play hard when we play, and study hard when we study." It is an irrefutable truth that our senior three students believe in.

The number on the countdown board of the college entrance examination is getting smaller and smaller, and we have no time. The teacher shouted to us, "Do what you have to do." We don't have the intrigue between classmates written in other books. When we are together, we are always happy, no matter how bitter or boring. I know that at least there are brothers who stand in the same trench with me. There are no students who pretend to play at school and study hard at home. Because they have no time or energy to prepare those hypocritical things, no one wants to do that. Frankly speaking, they are disdainful.

Then one day, I don't know who inserted a bundle of fresh lilies, the pink perfume lilies, in the classroom. That whole autumn, the classroom was always haunted by the quiet smell of lilies. We casually calculate day after day in the faint sweetness, and no one pays attention to the bundle of natural lilies, but it and its taste are deeply branded in everyone's heart.

I don't know what words to use to accurately express my feelings at that stage. Maybe it's "down-to-earth". I still yell "Kill Fudan" when I get up early and go to bed late every day, but I don't talk about "Fudan" again and again. Everyone carefully keeps their dreams in their hearts and tries their best in their own ways. Progress and honor are ethereal things that we can't grasp, and only this day is a real day that we can see and hold. I can see my classmates and myself making real efforts in this simple day by day, and my grades are steadily rising in this sense of sureness, making progress little by little. This feeling, now that I think about it, is really good. Compared with the calm of the first semester, the days of the second semester of senior three have changed greatly, adding a lot of restlessness and anxiety.

The first round of knowledge sorting and the second round of systematic mastery of comprehensive questions have come to an end, and the third round of intense examinations and bombing of sea tactics have followed.

it was an indescribable day.

The curriculum has been changed to such a terrible form as "self-study and self-study in addition to the number of languages". Teachers usually don't help us summarize anything in class, but just hand out stacks of simulated papers in various subjects for class tests. I don't know why teachers have so many examination papers. We have to do, analyze and spot-check every kind of paper in each district. There are also all kinds of unified examination papers from other cities and the whole country, as well as previous college entrance examination papers, and even those strange questions in unknown study newspapers have been collected by teachers for us to do. One class is a quiz, two classes are a big test, and the unified self-study class in the whole grade is a mock exam. All the examination papers are graded, and the students are asked to mark the quizzes alternately before the teacher can mark them. Scores have thus become the most exciting and worthless thing in this cold and hot season of alternating winter and spring.

that's a powerful stimulus.

My actual score is a stimulus compared with what I originally imagined; The comparison between other people's scores and their own scores is another stimulus, and the general trend of several scores is the biggest stimulus. I gradually became extremely numb and invulnerable in this day's stimulation. In repeated blows, I "cleaned up the mountains and rivers again", exercised my courage and perseverance in terrible failures, and became more and more calm and stronger.

that was the most unforgettable period of senior three.

examination and analysis become students.