I lost almost every exam, but still won in life

I was in the third grade of junior high school the year "Love in the Rain" hit the airwaves. In the second semester of the third grade of junior high school, I secretly enrolled in the school's music specialty class without telling my family.

I learned electronic keyboard and bel canto for three months. However, the teachers in the small town are not professional.

On the day of the exam for the music specialty class, I chose the song "Singing the Motherland". My nervous heart almost jumped out of my chest. Not surprisingly, I sang poorly, my voice was trembling, and I was crying. In the end, I simply squatted on the ground and cried silently.

I thought I was out of luck, but I didn’t expect that only four people signed up for the entire music specialty class. I made an exception and was admitted.

Every afternoon when I went to the music teacher’s office to practice, the physical education teacher on the side looked at me fiercely and said, you can’t become a singer even if you practice for 800 years. So you should learn physical education from me! You see, your long legs have an advantage. Your thighs take one step and your short legs take several steps! It would be a pity not to learn physical education. I laugh every time.

In fact, I have not realized the happiness that being tall and long legs brings. Because from elementary school to high school, there are always boys running to complain to the teacher. Teacher, so-and-so is in front of me, blocking my view of the blackboard. So I was repeatedly placed in the last row by the teacher, which is said to be a concentration camp for poor students. I have always been extremely envious of those girls with petite and exquisite figures who can be so cute and affectionate, I feel pity for them!

And because I always lower my head and hold my chest, I have a very serious hunchback.

Maybe it’s because I’m not confident enough, but I can’t hold my head high.

Let’s talk about the chaotic music examination.

During the high school entrance examination, the teacher asked the captain to keep the tape of the dance accompaniment. There were four people in a row, but she only forgot to take mine.

I don’t know if she did it accidentally or on purpose.

My aunt and my aunt went to Feicheng No. 1 Middle School to accompany me for the exam. When I saw my relatives, my tears were like broken beads.

My aunt saw that I was wearing the white wide-leg pants and brown-white striped gown that she had worn a few years ago, and took me shopping without saying a word.

My aunt called and asked her teacher, who is the director of the Education Bureau, if she could let me take the last exam.

Then I rode my bicycle all over the streets looking for the accompaniment tape of "Guang Girl in Dabancheng".

They bought a lot of tapes and tried them one by one at the small shop in front of the No. 1 Lieutenant Colonel. It was almost twelve o'clock, but they still couldn't find it. There was still one tape left to try. I was full of hope. Bite the bullet and walk into the examination room.

The judge said impatiently, hurry up! We're going to eat.

The young man in front of me was very handsome, his name was Li Yanan, and we later became classmates in the same school. He played the exact same song as me, "Serenade". Because the school was too poor, we had been practicing with a 44-key electronic keyboard, but the exam was conducted on an 88-key piano. My mind went blank in front of the white keys.

My brain has been in a state of hypoxia. I don’t know whether it was because I was scared or because I was crying.

During the last dance, an unfamiliar melody and Li Shuangjiang’s impassioned voice came from the radio.

I was confused.

This is not my song. But I still waved randomly twice like a robot, without any rhythm.

The judges and teachers covered their mouths and snickered, and then interrupted me rudely, "That's it!"

Then I walked out of the examination room crying.

That year, there were only 38 students with special talents in Feicheng No. 1 Middle School, and the score line was 50. I scored 49. I guess the judges were starved and gave random scores.

The moment I walked out of the examination room, I burst into tears because I lost not only an exam, but also the only chance my family gave me to realize my dream.

Later I entered a high school that focused on specialties.

My family wanted me to study art instead, because they thought studying music was too expensive. The art career path is broader.

I cried all summer long and chose to compromise. This was also the original agreement.

I studied art after failing to pass the No. 1 middle school.

Because I changed to study art, I spent 2,600 yuan more than others. Because there are only 16 people in the school’s music class and 85 people in the art class. The principal persuaded my father all afternoon, saying that my music scores were among the best in the class, and I was only one point away from the score line of No. 1 Middle School.

If you do so well in the cultural class, you will be a good candidate in the future.

I insisted that I should study art, even though the 2,600 yuan was almost half a year’s salary of our dad.

That 2,600 yuan became a stain on my academic career.

Also a joke.

Everyone says, what’s the use of studying so hard? Why don’t you still spend money on it in high school?

In addition to spending money to buy the humiliation of high school, God also played a huge joke on me. The music class was next door to us, and their professional teacher was a very beautiful, gentle and kind girl. She has very good professional skills and has trained her music class to be the best in the city.

During the college entrance examination, more than a dozen students got top marks in many majors from prestigious schools.

For example, in "This is the Best Long-Distance Love I Have Ever Seen", Dajun is the number one major in Ningxia University.

A beautiful woman who looks exactly like Gong Li got fourth place in Shanghai Jiao Tong University's major.

There is also a girl who sang "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" several notes higher than Li Na and got the first place in the music major of Sichuan Normal University.

There were many outstanding results like this that year.

The least favored music class turned out to be the big winner in the college entrance examination.

My art teacher is a well-known problem teacher in the city. He is known for harassing female classmates.

He doesn't know how to teach painting at all. He only changes the girls' paintings alone so that he can take advantage of them.

Fortunately, my aunt gave me a fashionable haircut at that time. I was originally ugly, but now it is difficult to tell the difference between male and female, and I luckily escaped his clutches.

But he used all kinds of words to tear my self-esteem to pieces.

He said, You are not the material to learn painting. Others are like a layer of window paper, which will be broken at a glance. But you are a wall of iron and steel. Even if I break my fingers, I still can't penetrate you.

You are the stupidest student I have ever taught. If you can get into college, the sun will rise in the west.

Fortunately, the art teacher in the next class is a gentle and warm man who looks exactly like Dai Jun.

In order to stop Teacher Huang’s mouth, I drew until about two o’clock in the morning every day. My aunt said distressedly, I wish I could have been admitted to Tsinghua University with one-tenth of your efforts.

A teacher who looks exactly like Dai Jun said in the studio training before the college entrance examination that you all have to learn from the spirit of classmate A Ke. In order to create a unique composition, I put the drawing board on a table over one meter and looked down. She works so hard every day, and if she can't get into a good university, neither of you will have any hope of getting into one.

Haha, God made another joke on me.

Teacher Dai Jun’s words made me very inflated. I applied to only one-in-a-million schools like Beijing Institute of Fashion Technology and Shanchu Technology.

I lost miserably that year.

He is second in the school in cultural subjects, 150 points above the cutoff, but his majors are only from expensive schools.

The tuition fee for a certain branch of Beijing Institute of Fashion Technology is 200,000 yuan for four years.

There is also a rare major in Yunnan University of the Arts. There are only 21 applicants in Shandong Province. I checked the scores online and passed the cutoff, but there is no admission notice. Anyway, there are many things that cannot be explained clearly in the arts and sports exam. Ten thousand words are omitted here.

The three years of studying art in high school made me feel very painful.

Every time the art teacher denied me, it was like a basin of ice water with ice slag in it. It made me cold from head to toe, and at the same time extinguished all my enthusiasm and hope for art.

I often walk into the bathroom after being criticized for being completely naked, turn on the shower, and let the tears flow freely. My heart feels like a big stone has been pressed on it, but I dare not cry out loud because It was the public bathroom, and there were female classmates laughing and playing next to it.

Walking out of the bathroom, my eyes were as red and swollen as ripe peaches.

Being severely afraid of heights, I managed to climb to the top of the studio by accident. I wanted to jump off and be done with it, but I was unwilling to do so. I was not yet 18 years old and had never tasted the taste of love. ; I have worked so hard, but I have not yet waited for the day when I will become famous and prove to the world that I am not stupid, stupid, and not lacking in vision.

I suddenly thought that a teacher like an art teacher, who has incorrect views and is not worthy of respect from others, is not worthy of judging my life.

After climbing down from the rooftop of the studio that day, I mustered up the courage to knock on the door of Teacher Wei’s office in the art training class. Although he often criticized my paintings, I knew that he was a man of good conduct and uprightness. teacher.

I lowered my voice and asked him anxiously, Teacher, do you also think that with my painting skills, there is no hope of getting into college?

Teacher Wei was startled by me. He asked me seriously, who told you?

I told Teacher Wei exactly what the art teacher said. The teacher said angrily that no teacher can casually define other people’s lives, not to mention that there are no standards in art. Your teacher likes the kind of realistic and delicate paintings. However, I feel that your paintings have distinct light and dark, virtual and real, exaggerated and individual expression techniques, and unique composition and perspective. As long as you continue to persist, you will definitely find your own style. If you work hard, you will definitely get into a good university, don't worry!

Teacher Wei’s words gave me a lot of confidence, and I continued to paint day and night in the last few months before the senior high school professional examination.

However, I did not get into the university of my choice because of my hard work.

Perhaps I am so ignorant that I regard Beijing Fashion School as my ideal school.

Maybe it’s because I don’t work hard enough.

Because when I entered the examination room with high hopes, I unexpectedly met a senior who had been repeating studies for Beijing Institute of Fashion Technology for six consecutive years, and the two beauties on my left and right had also been repeating studies for three years. At that time, I Just confused.

When I left the examination room, my senior brother smiled at me contemptuously. I thought you were just talking about taking the exam for the Beibu server. You dare to take the exam for the Beibu server if you are so bad at painting. Who gave you so much courage?

In short, I failed miserably in the college entrance examination that almost determined my life!

My youth was almost a big joke. As the hardest-working student in the grade, I actually failed to succeed. All my efforts seemed so ridiculous.

But I am very fortunate to have met some teachers who gave me encouragement and recognition when I was most desperate. In addition to Teacher Wei, there are also Teachers Wan, Teacher Hu, and Teacher Liu Bei, two handsome professors from Shandong Light Craftsmanship and Mountain Art. When I was pessimistic and desperate, they gave me a word, an objective score, and a look of recognition. I hold on to hope.

It is the greatest blessing in life to meet such teachers who encourage you and guide you during your academic career. For example, I first fell in love with writing because of the encouragement of my junior high school Chinese teacher. The reason why I persist until now is because of the praise and encouragement from the university counselor Qi, the department head and fashion design teacher Zhou, the graphic design teacher He, and the psychology teacher.

When we were first in college, our counselor Qi asked us to write a paragraph on a piece of paper every once in a while, and then he would reply one by one.

I still remember the first little note I wrote: "I am not surprised by the favor or disgrace, just watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court;

I have no intention of leaving or leaving, just follow the clouds rolling in the sky. "I also wrote about my low self-esteem which has nowhere to put it.

Director Qi replied, Haha, there is so much poetry and calligraphy in my belly!

Because of the continuous strokes, my best friend Fei'er once thought she was "Ke Ke". She said enviously, "Oh my God!" Your counselor is so kind to you, and even calls you Keke.

Director Qi was indeed very kind to me. He encouraged me to participate in the essay competition, and luckily I won the prize. As a result, I received the first-class scholarship that semester.

In fact, during college, I won almost all first-class scholarships.

My classmates all said that the counselor was biased towards me.

In fact, in addition to ranking first in every exam, my dad had a car accident during my sophomore year. Our family had no source of income for two whole years. I followed my best friend Xiaoqing to go there every night after school. I buy cosmetics in the dormitory to earn living expenses.

At that time, Mr. He, who taught graphic design, also liked to write novels. I often showed him the novels I wrote, such as "Red Apricot" and "Aunt Ying's Love". At that time, I was imitating Liang Xiaosheng's "Qianzi". Teacher He is full of praise for my novels. He always says, your writing is much better than mine. You must persevere and you will definitely be able to write it!

Teacher Zhou, the head of the department, heard that I was writing novels and suggested that I go to websites like Hongxiu Tianxiang and Jinjiang Literature to write! You might get a lot of opportunities.

So, I really registered an account on Hongxiu Tianxiang and wrote for five years. When the WeChat self-media era came, I realized my dream ahead of schedule, signed a contract with the largest publishing house in the country, and published A book of your own.

Yes! I was stupid and frustrated. From kindergarten to the college entrance examination, I almost lost every exam, but so what? I still realize my dream and win my own life.

Results may fail your efforts, but life will not!