The students are so angry, me?

When I first started writing, I couldn't help but want to praise myself first, because I am really a person who learns new things by reviewing old ones. Open the past chat record, "you may be a little student-oriented." This sentence once again entered my field of vision. When I first heard this sentence, I didn't think from other aspects. I just thought it was a joke, but then things changed, and suddenly I found out that this Nima is a life coach.

The students are too angry. At first, I thought it was just that my clothes were conservative and simple. The word student has always been a commendatory term, representing youth and cuteness (shy face).

"Is the student angry?" That's what I asked in the chat record. Now that I've figured it out, I'm afraid it's silly to ask this sentence. This is definitely not good. You have entered the workplace, and being a student in front of him must be a bit derogatory. Maybe it's to love my lover. His answer is: "Not bad, but I think you should learn to grow up now."

Look, what the old fox said is very profound. He obviously wants me to change. In other words, he wants me to grow up. Even if you listen to blx, you should accept it gladly. But acceptance is acceptance, and whether it can be done is the key. According to my performance these days, it's obvious that I didn't do it.

The students are too angry. In short, blx is too heavy, weak in compression resistance, and has developed lacrimal glands, forcing it to play.

I haven't been in good shape since I came home from a long vacation. I can pretend that nothing is going on outside. Once I am alone, well, my psychological activities are so rich that even Shakespeare will be amazed. Looking at the empty rental house, it is not deserted, full of sadness. As night falls, inner activities become more and more uncontrollable, and full of bitterness breaks through the central nervous system of the brain and reaches the lacrimal gland!

Looking around the world, I seem to feel more miserable than an angel whose wings were broken and fell into the earth. Angels fall into the mortal world and have mortal arms to lean on. Nima, babies die, and falling into the mortal world is the rhythm of burying dust. So, at that moment, I felt that I was the saddest person in the world, forgotten in the wilderness, unable to see the dawn, and alone.

Looking around, I don't even have a warm hug. Are you pathetic and sad? The answer is yes. If you think this is the end, then you really underestimate me who is full of student spirit and talent.

My heart has been stained with sadness, and my tears with developed lacrimal glands are beginning to rival the Yellow River, which burst its banks. Tears as big as beans fell like this. If you see me like that, you will think that I have met something sad, but, no, I have nothing to lose except confusion.

After the lacrimal gland fully demonstrated its ability to make tears, it began to convey sadness to my thin lips through eye contact. Sadness alone can't satisfy my inner exertion, so I started to call and send messages. He who can't vent his worries in his mouth can't be considered a good poet. There are Li Yu and Li Qingzhao in history. I can't say it when I'm sad, so of course I can't fall behind as an inspirational poet. By forcibly adding drama to yourself, I began to tell my own suffering. Of course, all the people who received my phone calls and text messages were people I deeply relied on and trusted (I want to thank the people I bombed repeatedly these days, parents, relatives, girlfriends and friends, all of whom were not spared. ), I am not a casual child, why can I vent my sadness everywhere? I also have social morality.

Sure enough, the troubles in the world are immortal through the poet's pen and mouth, infecting the world, and everyone is rendered, comforted, relieved and empathetic by my sadness. Honey, I really explained that sadness is contagious. If you think it's over, you may have underestimated the extent to which I am addicted to inner drama. blx is clear. For four days in a row, I began to grieve at almost the same time and place. Even Buddhism can't explain how I almost did it, and how I was so determined to start feeling dejected at the appointed time. Aside from this, I will consider applying for the Guinness World Record with the most fixed mourning period for myself.

To sum up, too much student spirit means that blx is too bright, lacrimal glands are too developed, emotions are too rich, imagination is too strong, and inner play is too full. So, prove that the students are too angry, I, established! I really want to show Ma, who has been worrying about my math for three years, how well I use the math proof method he taught me. )

The point of the fact is not to prove that my student spirit is heavy, but to slowly take off my student spirit. I am a science student, so my physics teacher told me before that I should change from quantitative change to qualitative change and gradually transform myself. Well, yes, you are right. This is what my physics teacher said, not what Mr. Ma Zhe said. My chemistry teacher told me that two substances will react violently when they meet, which can change the state of this substance, so it's time for me to fall in love. Well, you're right. This is what my chemistry teacher said, not my psychology teacher said. My biology teacher said that people are different from livestock because they are emotional animals, but they are also visual animals, so I want to exercise to lose weight. Again, you are not mistaken. This is what my biology teacher said, not my physics teacher said.