What did your parents hurt you the most?

My junior high school is one of the best in Beijing. At that time, according to the requirements of the Education Commission, in order to balance educational resources, all key middle schools in the city were not allowed to run junior high schools. In this way, junior high schools in key middle schools are separated, and junior high schools become private middle schools in nature, paying a large amount of tuition every year.

My grades in Grade One and Grade Two are good, and I am basically in the top three. In the summer vacation before the third grade, the key class began to have chemistry class in advance, and I fell in love with a girl in the class at an inappropriate time. Puppy love came so suddenly that I didn't listen to any class. At the beginning of school, I took the countdown exam twice in a row, and I fell from the second straight line in my grade to more than 100, and the key class counted down.

What impressed me most so far is that the class wall is covered with scores of various exams at any time, without any gap. In such a group, it is basically the instinct of every parent to be eager for success and strict with grades. And the time when my grades dropped sharply happened to be the key time to decide to walk in the third grade.

Without the protection of my grades, I, who was originally undisciplined, became a negative textbook in the teacher's mouth, which was more hateful than a pity. I go to school every day except for classes, because I have been writing examinations for various reasons. I have accumulated a thick stack of exams in one semester. The most ironic thing is that, in the teacher's words, the child's writing style is good, and every time he writes a check, he has something new. When I got home, I was faced with my mother's endless scolding. Why are you so disappointing? I spent so much money at home, accompanying you to various cram schools since childhood, and so on.

That semester, I was fascinated by a demon. Now I am teaching myself chemistry, but I don't know why I can't understand what I thought was simple before. After working hard for a long time, the monthly exam climbed from 1 10 to 90. Forty students barely returned to the examination room of the top students in the mid-term exam, but later fell back to 90 in the final mock exam.

I remember very clearly that it will still snow heavily in Beijing after simulating the parent-teacher meeting after the exam. I waited until dark at school, and my mother was the last one to leave the teacher's office. Walking in the thick snow, crunching. My mother only said one thing: the teacher said you were hopeless. If you work harder, you'll reach the level of more than 40, and you'll fall behind and can't get back to the top three.

For a whole semester, I lived in the eyes of my teacher and thought I was smart. Now I am a hopeless student. In this process, I have struggled, but my hopes are always the same. I didn't get anyone's encouragement. Everyone told me you couldn't.

It was my mother who knocked the last nail on this conclusion.