Have you ever experienced that everyone was waiting for a joke, but you succeeded?

Everyone was waiting to see your jokes, but you succeeded. I have such a life experience.

I graduated from junior high school 1978. That's right. I study in the countryside in junior high school. After graduating from junior high school, you can take an examination of senior high school and technical secondary school. In rural junior high schools, because the teaching quality is not high compared with that in cities, there is another possibility that there are fewer students enrolled, and there are two senior high schools in one county. Yes, there are many students. There are 55 students in one class in primary school and four classes in one grade in junior high school. There is a serious shortage of classrooms and teachers in high schools. After graduating from the first grade, there are about 10 people admitted to high school, which is even more difficult. There is at most one school in a grade every year, and there are no bad years. Even now, it may be more difficult to enter a school than to enter a famous university.

My grades in junior high school are not good. Children in rural areas are more playful, and they don't know what their worries are and what the role of reading is. Secondary specialized schools have no idea. When I graduated from junior high school, there were still thirty minutes before I was admitted to senior high school. That holiday, my father asked me to work. It was the first winery under construction in the town, and the teenagers went to find someone familiar with their father to start working. Lifting bricks, digging foundations, transporting sand and lime sand, I was reluctant to use gloves. After a few days, I ground thick cocoons and peeled off a layer of skin. When I work in summer, I exercise like a sweat. When lime touches my hands, I will peel off my skin. I gritted my teeth and worked for two months. One yuan and twenty cents a day, I dare not shout for the young man. After working for two months, one day my father came to the construction site. Of course, I learned about the difficulties and obstacles in my work from others. Father told me to go home and said I had something to discuss with him. When I left, the boss settled accounts and gave all the money to my father.

After returning home, my mother cooked a table of my favorite dishes, and my father also made two glasses of soju, which made an exception and poured me one or two glasses. I know that food contributes to my labor and is also a comfort to my work. The family is happy to eat it. My father said to me, son, I admire your ability to work. But I hope you have a bright future. I want you to go back to school for a year I believe you will try your best to get into a secondary school and win honor for your family. At that time, few people went back to school, all of whom had better family conditions.

I took the money my father gave me to work and went to the original class teacher to express my wishes. I never thought that as a father from the countryside, he would have the foresight to let me go back to school. The class teacher hesitated for a long time. I thought it might be because I was worried about whether I could get into school. I'm afraid I'm wasting money and time. It's not worth it. But when he saw my fortitude, he promised me.

After returning to school, I felt really bad on the first day with my classmates who were one year younger. Some students are still pointing at you. As a father, the countryside at that time may also be a joke to others, with poor grades, unable to enter high school and wanting to enter school. It's really overreaching. After the first day of junior high school, I thought about the hard work, my father's hope and trust, and devoted myself to my study. I started from the basics, kept reading, recited books over and over again, and asked the teacher if I didn't understand them. My grades kept improving, and the teacher praised and encouraged me in time. And promise me that anyone who doesn't understand 24 hours can ask.

After a hard day's work, I calmed down when it was time for the exam. I work hard and the quality of the exam doesn't matter. After the exam, I picked up the quilt and went to work, forgetting the one-year career of returning to school. God rewards hard work. I didn't expect the head teacher to come to my home in person and tell my dad that I got the score of secondary school, which exceeded 20 points. I finally got in, but in others' eyes, it was ok. One day, my father called all the teachers in the school and local celebrities and set up a free wine bowl.