Inspirational stories to inspire senior three students.

# jingjingjing # Introduction No matter how much pressure you have, you can only move forward this year. No matter how helpless you are, you can only fight for it this time. The following is an inspirational story shared by KaoNet to inspire senior three students. Welcome to read the reference!

Inspirational stories to inspire senior three students.

During the college entrance examination, a candidate wrote this passage: I complained that yellow-soled shoes could not step out of youthful vitality until I found that Hawking's wheelchair was embedded with deep historical traces; I once cursed that the dark birthmark on my face could not reflect a beautiful face until I saw a black man with a dark body and a sweet smile. ...

Maybe you complained that God was playing tricks on people. He is stingy with your happiness, but he lets the pain torment you. Day and night, you are exhausted and all you get is hot tears. But when you lift the heavy veil, you will clearly see that God is fair and suffering is also a kind of wealth.

Someone once did an experiment. After counting a red sheep in a mountain forest, he caught all the wolves in the mountain, leaving the red sheep without enemies. It stands to reason that Red Sheep should live a leisurely and happy life, but it backfires. Red sheep fought for a small piece of land or even a piece of grassland, and changed from a neat team to a fragmented team.

After the battle, Red Sheep was exhausted. In the past, there has never been a vigorous flying red sheep in this mountain forest, and the number of red sheep is gradually decreasing. What is the reason?

Because people caught the wolf, the red sheep had no animals that threatened their lives. They killed each other until they died and lost the crisis. At the same time, it also lost its vitality. It can be seen that in the ecological environment, there will be no ecological balance system without suffering.

Zhang Haidi lost consciousness from the chest down, but these difficulties made her have a bigger goal, learning and mastering German, Japanese and English. Why can she achieve something that is not easy for ordinary people? Because she suffered great setbacks at the same time, she also turned setbacks into motivation, turned setbacks into her own slaves, and overcame hardships again.

Life is like a rough piece of jade, which is the wealth that God has given you. There are ups and downs on this rough jade, and happiness may come only after pain. This is an opportunity given to you by God. Only by working hard to carve this rough jade can it become a perfect work of art.

Students, when you encounter setbacks and difficulties, you might as well think about it. God is fair, and sometimes suffering is also a kind of wealth.

The second part is an inspirational story that inspires senior three students.

The class is full of competition and pressure, and my entrance exam results are not optimistic.

Three years ago, I stepped into the door of high school with excitement. I am like a naive child, full of curiosity and freshness about everything around me. In high school, I started a different life: because my home is far away, I had to live in the school dormitory, and I was spoiled at home, so I had to do too many things that I could only do by myself; As an experimental class, the class is full of competition and pressure, and my entrance examination results do not make me optimistic. At that time, I just entered school, and I was as diligent, rigorous and pragmatic as when I was in junior high school. I began to study hard as soon as I entered the door. The first good news was that I ranked fifth in the mid-term exam.

Maybe I was really too young then, maybe I never left home, maybe I never left my parents' navigation. The fifth place made me feel inferior and jumped on the steps of confidence. There is only one word difference between self-confidence and conceit, one thought difference. I took this achievement as evidence that I was superior to others, and I completely believed my mind at once. Satisfaction, vanity, pride and high emotions poured in. In the second half of the semester, I was dizzy and immersed in novels, animations and other entertainment. I clearly remember that when I received the final report card, my mind was blank. I stood there, at a loss. When the head teacher came to talk to me, my tears kept running down, wetting my skirt and my heart. ...

That winter, snowflakes were falling. I looked at the snowflakes flying all over the sky and asked involuntarily, "Snow, what do you know?" You are so free, happy and silly, can you understand people's minds? "

Wandering in the emotional trough, my mother is worried that I will be devastated because it was too smooth before. But the class teacher didn't think my fall was nothing. After he helped me find out the gaps and loopholes in my knowledge, he said to me, "Work hard, you can do it!" " "Probably young and competitive, I wiped my tears and began to work hard again.

At that time, there was only one belief in my mind, that is, I was no longer a laggard.

In the first half of senior one, it was really difficult. The courses in the experimental class progressed quickly, and I missed many courses. More importantly, I have to try my best to keep up with the progress of the new curriculum while filling the vacancy. It takes courage and perseverance to catch up. I always remember my last failure, so I dare not relax. Because there is no habit of staying up late, the day is a race against time. I remember that I didn't want to waste time squeezing rice at that time, so I would wait for others to finish before going to the cafeteria to buy a slightly cold meal. So from class to dinner, I often read in the classroom while my stomach is growling. I don't have the habit of taking a nap, so I gave books at noon. I give them 24 hours to the dormitory and 9 hours to sleep and daily chores. I put it in the classroom for 15 hours except for eating. It's hard to concentrate for a long time. Countless times, I was so tired that I accidentally fell asleep when I was resting on my desk, and then I woke up suddenly, and my head was calm and I continued to read and do problems. There is only one belief at that end, that is, not to fall behind.

When I got my report card again, I rubbed my sore eyes and smiled wearily.

The later results can be summed up in a sentence that everyone has seen a lot-many good things grind. When I got my report card again, I rubbed my sore eyes and smiled wearily.

I didn't really get into the right track of high school life until I was a sophomore. Because I kept up with the progress and got into the ocean of learning, I was no longer as crazy as I was in the first half of the semester. However, I still dare not forget the painful lesson, but my life has begun to be patterned and regularized. Although I still study hard after making overall arrangements, I no longer feel "tired enough to take a nap". Comparatively speaking, my study efficiency is much longer and my time has not been reduced much, so the effect is very good. The method of learning was gradually formed at that time. The math teacher said: think more after class, don't blindly pursue the number of questions, but ensure a certain number. Don't jump when you encounter problems, just think about it. Maybe you can't do it, but this thinking process is very important. It is a quantitative accumulation process of your problem-solving ability. I always take the math teacher's words as the criterion, and there are examples in the class where the number of questions is several times that of others but the results are not excellent. Therefore, I listen to the class very carefully every day, do my homework very carefully, and do every question well without perfunctory. I have hardly done any exercises in extracurricular books. It may be the teacher's careful arrangement, or my brain is not fast enough, or it may be a coincidence. The things arranged by the teacher can fill all my free class time, including homework and reading, and sometimes it may be more abundant. I will take out the classic examples and do them again, or sum up my thoughts or think about the knowledge related to these knowledge carefully to see if I can make the knowledge form a system and a network. If I had more time, I would read magazines with my classmates. Let's talk again and exchange experiences and skills.

For people who like something, the most important thing is not to get addicted. Take computer games as an example. There are both positive and negative examples in our class.

I don't think you should give up your hobbies or other things because of your study. As long as they can straighten out their relationship and treat them separately. Always remember to put learning first. The most important thing for people who like something is not to be addicted. Take computer games as an example. There are both positive and negative examples in our class. I have a classmate with good grades. He likes playing games very much, but he knows exactly what he should do. He understands that learning is learning and games are games. So although he likes games very much, he will read quietly in the classroom when it comes to study time. I asked him, "Don't you think about it in your mind?" He said he wouldn't consider it, because he was studying, not playing games. I think this is very good. Like me, I love watching TV, but I am very attentive when I study. Another student is not so optimistic, addicted to games and chatting in Internet cafes, and has no self-control, so that his grades have not improved at all. Therefore, I think it is very important to cultivate and maintain self-control. It is not only helpful for learning, but also beneficial for being a man. One doesn't always have a mother around to urge him.

To enter an excellent group, the first thing to endure and accept is that others are smarter than themselves.

After entering the second year of high school, you will have more communication with your classmates, and you will find that there are really many smart people. At this time, it is very important to keep a correct attitude. When you enter an excellent group, you must first endure and accept the fact that others are smarter than yourself. I remember once I was mentally unbalanced for a while, and I kept thinking, "Oh, what makes you do the problem faster than me!" " "

"Oh, you have less study time than me, and you did as well in the exam as I did!" Later, I gradually realized that there are many talented people everywhere in China with a large population, so now I think it's normal to meet many people smarter than me. But there are also many people who learn well even if they are not smart. I don't compare my head with others now, just as I don't compare my looks with others. Because it's natural and I can't change it. What I can change is only what I can change through my efforts the day after tomorrow, just like academic performance and so on. So I don't want to be lazy. I believe that "stupid birds fly first".

There is also a mentality that is not to compare with others. As the saying goes, "Man is better than Qi". If you compare yourself with others, you will lose yourself and create an unfairness in your mind, which will affect your normal study and thinking. If you dispel the injustice in your heart, put the result of pursuing your own progress on the scale of others, and find that it seems to be regressing, you will be very depressed and have no motivation. I think it is very important to learn to applaud your progress and then move forward vigorously.

When everyone around me is crazy about studying to stay up late, I am studying in my own way.

After the third year of high school, I entered a round of review, which was very boring and annoying, so some people said it was "black senior three". My third year of high school is relatively easy compared with those students who started to study hard in the third year of high school. Generally speaking, the foundation of senior one and senior two is relatively solid, so my senior three will go step by step, and it will be easier for senior one and senior two. When people around me are crazy about studying and staying up late, I am still studying in my own way. Staying up late is contagious. I remember that one person stayed up late at the beginning of our dormitory. Later, except for one classmate who stayed up from time to time, I didn't stay up late. I asked them if they were sleepy and hard, and they said that it would be uncomfortable to lie in bed thinking about others staying up late to study. This is another state of mind. I don't feel sick. They stayed up late and were sleepy the next day, so they couldn't concentrate during the day. I slept for eight hours and I was very energetic during the day. Actually, I made a lot of money. Why waste an hour or two?

Our class is more active, most of them are boys, and everyone knows what to do, so in the third year of high school, the class is very quiet during class and self-study, and there is no one in the class after class (very exaggerated! ), all outdoors. Moreover, everyone is very individual and doesn't care much about who is better than who, so the atmosphere is very good, relaxed and orderly, and nervous. In contrast, our neighbor class is very "energetic".

As soon as I entered their class, I felt very depressed. Those students used to read books at any time, so they were always quiet and could see a group of people studying every time. In addition, people in that class are very competitive, so they feel more stressed. I have a good friend in that class, and one day she told me with a haggard face that she was really going to be squashed. I told her that you should not always follow their rhythm, but go your own way. She agreed but didn't carry it out, so she was very tired until the end of the college entrance examination.

I was infected by the atmosphere in my class in senior three, and added some "spices", such as reading some magazines and novels, listening to some radio and music. Because senior three, especially in the later period, always do the same face problems and feel depressed, so I find something to do as a pastime. Sometimes I will chat with many classmates or watch them play games at noon, but these are not hobbies, just to better participate in the next "exercise war."

In my impression, the top students in our class didn't study hard in the end, and sometimes they would say something irrelevant together. To be honest, it is really important to relax in senior three. If you stretch too tight, your learning efficiency will drop, and you will feel that a problem won't last long.

In fact, I think if you regard high school as a battlefield, you should not only fight the study war, but also fight the mentality war. If you have a good attitude, you will get twice the result with half the effort, play your own level, and even play beyond the norm; If you don't adjust your mentality well, it will affect your normal work. If you get rid of your mental burden, you will feel energetic in everything.

Finally, to sum up, I want to say that there are some very correct traditional learning methods and experiences. After listening to them again and again, we always feel that "Ah, that's right" is not really done. I think those methods and experiences are really useful, as long as you really do it. But I haven't implemented much myself, because I think everyone has a set of learning methods that suit them. You can integrate some traditional methods and skills and other people's experience into your own model. However, the backbone is your own, and only by exploring and practicing yourself can you use it. Copying others' experience mechanically is likely to backfire. May the students who have never participated in the college entrance examination find their own set and create their own glory!

Three inspirational stories to inspire senior three students.

Time flies, the second year of high school flows through my fingertips faster than the first year of high school. I feel a little scared. Another summer vacation, I began to seriously examine the year I spent in the liberal arts class. During the year, I either surf the Internet with my mobile phone in class, play games, chat and sleep, or play ball games on weekends, and my relationship with teachers is not very harmonious. Out of boredom with the political teacher, I simply stopped listening to the political class, and the exam was blank. /kloc-I didn't get 60 points on the test paper with a perfect score of 0/50, so you can imagine how bad my grades were at that time. There are only two liberal arts classes in in, and my grades in IN can only be ranked outside 100.

At the beginning, I was pretentious, and in the eyes of the teacher, I was simply a poor student. I feel a little psychological gap. Fortunately, I am in a responsible school, and I have to work hard on these subjects, so I have not reached the end of my tether. Even so, the building will still collapse. I know that if I don't work hard, I will only become the laughing stock of others, and I am even more sorry for the teacher who has been optimistic about my liberal arts study in my freshman year. I am even more sorry for my parents. Because I am a boy, and in the provincial key middle school where science is better, liberal arts are completely ignored. My parents have put a lot of pressure on me to study liberal arts, but I only care about my feelings and don't understand this.

During the summer vacation, the school held a mobilization meeting for senior three, and the class teacher invited a senior who was admitted to Xiamen University last year to give us a report. I silently thought to myself that I still have a chance, but I really can't afford to lose. I remember that summer, I took the initiative to read books for the first time. For the first time, I felt a little sorry for wasting my time on my studies because I watched an Olympic Games. Maybe it was the state of senior three, so I got it back bit by bit.

In xx month of 20xx, senior three officially started school. At this time, everyone's goal is very clear, that is, the college entrance examination next year. I began to take the initiative to study, hoping to make up for everything I left behind in my second year of high school. Like everyone else, I also set Peking University as my goal. However, I can only silently keep this goal in my heart. Everyone who counts down a year wants to go to Peking University, only because they haven't seen enough. I am not as pretentious as I used to be. I find that I have only a half-knowledge of many things, and some knowledge is simply ignorance. As I said before, my sophomore life was happily squandered by me, so I can only start from scratch to make up for everything I lost.

I began to learn to respect every teacher, including the political teacher I have always despised. I began to listen carefully and always maintained a high degree of concentration. To tell the truth, my political teacher's lectures are not so fascinating, but I believe that the classroom in Grade Three must be the essence, and I must maintain high efficiency in the classroom. When those good students do their homework and recite textbooks in the class that they think is irrelevant, I just listen carefully to everything the teacher says and write down every key point. I signed up for evening self-study at school, in fact, it is to make up lessons for poor students. I seized the opportunity. I don't simply regard evening self-study as a supplementary lesson, but a good opportunity to communicate with teachers. I exchanged many questions with my teacher and got good answers. Later facts also proved that we must maintain high efficiency in class. Forty-five minutes in the classroom of senior three can be worth several hours of hard study at night, and it is also important to keep good communication with teachers. I believe that everyone has excellent study habits and must do better than me in this respect.

Soon came to xxxx year. The first semester of senior three is over. I have progressed to the middle level of that year, that is, about 60. The head teacher began to treat me as a poor student, but I knew my own strength. A year's midstream can only guarantee me to go to Ibn University, not to mention my dream of Peking University. However, in the continuous progress of big exams and quizzes, I have regained my confidence, but I am never optimistic, because I have no optimistic capital at all. It is still impossible for me to get into the top 20 of my class.

Before the winter vacation, we participated in the first provincial quality inspection. I prepared it carefully. Because of the self-enrichment since a semester, I feel that the gap left by the second year of high school has been gradually filled by me. This is the first time since I was in high school that I felt confident before the exam. The final result came out. There are 20 students in my class and 39 students in my grade. The class teacher specially found me and praised my state of senior three. But my mind is still clear. The school also began to hold a one-year commendation meeting after the big exam. Usually, the top 20 students in liberal arts are praised by name, and then there are certificates and so on. Of course, it's not mine this time. I remembered the secret of Yu, the president of New Oriental (I know it's tacky to mention this, and he's not my favorite person): learn from excellent role models. These students are the best elements. I must learn from these excellent role models. Personal wisdom is always small.

Next, I completely entered the countdown era of the college entrance examination.

Senior three and senior three students collectively entered the state of ghosts and animals. I turned off the annual business of surfing the internet on my mobile phone and began to really devote myself to this fierce battle. At the beginning of school, the whole class 15, with 30 students in that year. The second municipal quality inspection class ranked tenth. Second provincial quality inspection, eighth in the class. ...

Yes, in my continuous progress, the college entrance examination is getting closer and closer. I achieved good results in the second provincial quality inspection, which completely touched the class teacher. However, continuous progress has also brought me pressure. Can I do better in the next exam? Such problems always appear before the exam. I can only try not to think about them, because senior three people really have to bear a lot of pressure. There are many students standing on the red list, and many ups and downs are short-lived. I admit that the college entrance examination, especially the liberal arts college entrance examination, is speculative, that is, luck accounts for a large proportion. But in any case, after all, we must speak with strength. I admit that I am not the kind of person who is born to be particularly smart. Every progress depends on my own sweat. In the evening, I study by myself at school. On weekends, I attend two cram schools. I began to enjoy this life, because I read the liberal arts that I like and love. I have never regretted choosing liberal arts, and I soon enjoyed it in senior three. Everyone gradually regarded me as the seed of the college entrance examination, and I still studied step by step.

Until the final college entrance examination passed without incident. Unfortunately, although I have been making continuous progress from the third year of high school to the college entrance examination, the eighth grade of that year still failed to get me on the ideal last bus of Peking University. However, I am very lucky. I am glad that I chose liberal arts at the beginning, that I really proved myself in my last year's efforts, and that I was finally admitted to a good university that I didn't even think about before.

People's growth always comes at a price. I believe that liberal arts will never fail you, and so will you.

The fourth chapter is the inspirational story that inspires senior three students.

I was 16 years old when I entered senior three. As a child who grew up in a worker's family at the bottom, I am quite sensible at the age of 16: I handle my discordant parents skillfully and protect and take care of my mother with heart disease. From the age of 1 1, I began to undertake housework, buy food and cook as a small housekeeper, and save every penny for families with financial difficulties. But during the whole senior high school, my study was almost completely out of order, and my grades were not ideal, but I was blindly optimistic about my destiny and future.

Perhaps, this is what we call cruel youth-the cruelty of youth, because young and frivolous people are arrogant for a long time and don't know it.

But life has its own way to laugh at you and educate you. 1989 college entrance examination exploded on time like a time bomb. My name is Sun Shan. This is what I didn't expect, but it is what all teachers expect. Of course, it took me a long time to know about it.

In the late 1980s, the college entrance examination was almost the only way for young people at that time. Falling out of the list means living in rivers and lakes. At that time, the rivers and lakes were not like now, and there were outlets everywhere.

Almost all my classmates have entered all kinds of admission lines, and all of them have books to read, including the classmate who once heard me boast that "I never thought I couldn't get into college." Only a few of us were suddenly left behind by an army and left alone on a desert island, with no future and no retreat.

That year, the parents who had quarreled for a lifetime finally officially divorced. They don't have time for me. In fact, I have been used to this kind of wild girl since I was a child, but on the night when I failed in the college entrance examination, I felt that all my strength collapsed and I no longer had the courage to return to that dark and poor home.

Li, another classmate and I are hiding in Hu Weidong's house. We are all losers, in the same boat.

At that time, drinking was not popular, and we had no money to drink. I only remember that after we were hungry that night, we cooked some tomatoes with white water. There are no eggs and no oil. Everyone is speechless and at a loss. It was dawn, and we finally got tired and slept together. After midnight, the wind was blowing hard, and I heard the thatch flying on the roof of Hu Weidong's house and the crackling of tiles falling to the ground. My heart was so empty.

The next day I dawdled home and showed my report card to my father. I bowed my head and said nothing. My father was expressionless. After a long time, he sighed and murmured, "I didn't do well in the Chinese exam!" " "Chinese is my strong point, but I only got 72 points in the 1989 college entrance examination and just passed. After that, my father went downstairs and didn't draw a conclusion about my fate, leaving me alone to cry silently in a room without doors, windows and electricity.

My father has actually arranged the road for me: he wants me to be a conductor in the county motorcade where he works. I dare not blame my father. In those years, the family was heavily in debt because of demolition and building. Later, when the house was built, we moved in without decoration. There are no windows, no electricity, and even the walls are not painted. In order to save a few cents on food, my father has to walk home for an hour at noon to eat.

But I refused my father with silence. "I want to repeat." I just mumbled something in a very unreasonable voice, and then escaped from the house in my father's frightened eyes. The place I visited the most that summer was the hexagonal pavilion opposite my home. I often sit on the first floor of the pavilion, staring blankly at the whole city under my feet and falling into endless chaotic fantasies.

Tuition is not expensive now. But at that time, for many rural families and ordinary workers' families, tuition and living expenses were still a heavy burden. Menstruation really came into my life from this time. 1989 summer vacation, it was my aunt's sentence "She wants to study, I will pay her tuition" that changed my whole fate. 1September 1989, I became a senior three student, and I changed classes to repeat my studies.

The admission notices of students are still coming one after another, and the transfer students leave one by one. Occasionally I feel lost, but I have calmed down. After the nightmare of the whole summer vacation, I have been able to face my own destiny. I carefully hold my tuition and carefully calculate my daily life. I sat quietly in the post-90s class and started another life.

Up to now, I have to admit that my real study started with 1990.

I declined all campus social activities, minimized all kinds of desires, studied day and night, worked tirelessly, and was nervous and regular. I race against time to control the meal time within 15 minutes, and carefully plan to get up at four in the morning to seize the school laundry time just to deal with housework with the least time. I even haggle over the daily expenses. I only eat meat once every two weeks and try my best to save some money for books ... that was the day when I devoted myself enthusiastically to the college entrance examination. I meditate every day and devote myself to hard work. It's sunny and bright. I loved a poem at that time. I can't remember the whole poem clearly, but the last two sentences often echo in my ears: on sleepless nights, I remember the eruption of the clear spring. ...

Probably because of political reasons, the situation of 1990 college entrance examination is even worse. With the top scores in the class, I was only admitted to the specialist line. But it didn't affect my mood of entering the university. 1990 September, I walked into the university. Although it was the worst university in my hometown, because of the experience of 1990, my college life was different from the beginning-under the background that college students were generally lazy at that time, I persisted in finishing junior college in the state of "senior four" and brought this state to my later study and work. Therefore, I have not failed my life today.

More than 20 years passed quickly. Today, when people reach middle age, they should have more rights to evaluate any period at the beginning of life.

Thanks to the cruelty of the college entrance examination, I was saved from the vanity and noise of my youth and returned to the truth and enrichment of my life. At the age when I was most likely to indulge in glitz and romance, I was slapped on the ground by the college entrance examination. From then on, I worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, tirelessly. It is very hard to face the loess with your back to the sky, but only this hard work can make us grow up early.

I will always thank the college entrance examination and all that life can bear.