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The results of the high school entrance examination came out, one point short, and I was blocked from the red line. ?

My dad hit me for the first time in my life.

But when the fight comes back, who doesn’t feel sorry for his daughter? After some discussion, my father and mother, who hated iron, finally decided on a high-speed rail vocational school closest to home, and the school looked pretty good. The next day, I was taken to register by my parents in a daze.

The person who received us was a female teacher named Wang. I can’t remember the specific details. I just remember that the female teacher kept emphasizing to us that “the school’s employment rate is 100%” and “the Yinxi High-speed Railway will be completed in 2020. There was a shortage of high-speed rail attendants,” “You will sign an employment contract upon enrollment,” and so on. Later, we were led to a director named Qian. The director boasted about high-speed rail and its major, and also promised that once we become a high-speed rail attendant, our monthly salary will be At 5,000-8,000 yuan.

After the payment was confirmed, I was told that the admission interview would take place in three days.

It was raining lightly that day, and there were many cars parked at the entrance of the vocational school. Students were queuing up for interviews outside a classroom, and their parents were waiting outside. The place was crowded. After listening to a few students chatting, I found out that this school even advertised on TV, and so many people came here for the high-speed rail major.

The height is measured in the first classroom, and the Mandarin test is tested in the second classroom... There are five test contents in the first classroom, and they are passed one by one. Those who pass all the tests go to the last classroom to sign an "employment contract" ".

I didn’t notice at the time that almost all the children who participated in the interview passed. The interview is actually just a formality.

The registration scene was almost out of control, so much so that when it came time to sign the employment contract, almost no parents read the contract carefully. After signing, the contract was all taken away. I still don’t know what was specifically written in the contract.

All teachers read from the books in class. No teacher has ever written on the blackboard, so there is no need for us to look up during class.

In the introduction to railway class, we usually watch "Super Project". The teacher asks us to see how the motherland builds bridges and how high-speed railway tunnels are opened. In fact, these have nothing to do with the content of our studies.

Teachers sometimes make blank promises such as "a certain company will come to the school next year to pick up some people." Many students have no doubts about the "high-speed rail dream" told by their teachers.

Every day's class assignments are copied from the book, and the content is not much. Most of the time, students just copy half a page. The teacher's marking was also perfunctory.

As for the exam, the teacher will send us papers in advance and ask us to fill in the answers in advance. During the exam, we will be given an identical "exam paper" and we will copy it unchanged.

The test scores are filled in according to the teacher's mood. Exams have become the best cover to deceive parents and everyone.

Every semester, the school actually selects "three good students" based on their "examination" results.

I have to say that the girls in this school refreshed my understanding of the word "frivolous" for the first time - an understanding that subverted my three views.

They can sit on a boy's lap in public in school and be touched here and there, or they can kiss boys at will. A girl can ride on three or four "boats", and in the end, some girls The girls' toilet took out used sanitary napkins and stuck them on the door of the classroom next door... They could say any dirty words from their mouths. Sometimes I felt that they were as frivolous as lunatics.

There is one thing that is popular among all girls - smoking. You can always see the smoke-filled scene in the women's restroom or in the class, as well as the skillful smoking postures of girls.

There are 25 girls in the first class, so 20 of them know how to smoke, and the remaining two or three have one or two "partners" even if they don't know how to smoke.

People like me who neither smoke nor find a "mate" have only one end, and that is to be isolated and bullied.

It’s not that I’m ugly, or that I don’t want to “unite my classmates”, it’s just that my tutor told me that I am a girl, a girl who needs self-respect and self-respect!

I hate school violence because I have seen how twisted the psychology of teenage girls can be, and I also know what kind of mental torture the victims will suffer.

In this school, I have no friends, none.

It is not pleasant to be ostracized and bullied everywhere. I felt like I was being stepped on in the mud and couldn't stand up. I couldn't get any help - this kind of school violence seemed commonplace to my teachers.

I heard that there was a teacher who took charge of school violence, but was beaten by a group of students. From then on, no teacher dared to "meddle in other people's business."

? Those days were extremely difficult, and I didn’t want to say a word after I got home. Forbearance is the only thing this school taught me.

? I want to escape, I don’t want to stay here.

? But which school is willing to accept me, a former student from the "Pheasant" school?

? If you endure it a little longer, maybe things will get better after the internship... Maybe things will get better after you get a diploma...

The students in the short-term class were really taken away Got an internship. But within a few days the school was in the newspapers.

We have all been lied to.

People in the short-term class said that we are high-speed rail passengers and we go to clean the toilets. No one knows what four words were written in the contract at that time.

My hope has completely collapsed.

After a while, the school said it would take us to Nanchang for internship, but I didn’t go. So I don’t know exactly what to do. I only heard from people who came back that they were treated as cheap labor there. They have never seen high-speed rail. According to the description, they should be assembly line workers in a mobile phone factory.

They went to Director Qian to ask for an explanation. In the early stage, Director Qian said, "They need to experience it first and start from the basics." Later, it became "They don't even look at what they are! I still want to Become a flight attendant!”

The high-speed rail is just a daydream built for us by school teachers for profit.

However, this internship really turned the school upside down and made the school notorious.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I did not go to school again. I proposed the idea of ??dropping out of school to my parents, because I really didn’t want to go on.

My parents told me to wait and see, and they asked me for a long leave.

Walking on the street, I met my former teacher. The teacher actually still remembers me.

Yes, I have never been a bad student. I have also been excellent, and I have been liked by teachers, and... I choked up several times when talking to the teacher.

Great regret and despair came to my heart. If I wasn't partial to subjects, if I got one more point in the exam, if... I did it again... I would never choose this kind of life...

I have completely lost contact with my former classmates and friends.

I have no friends, none.

I became taciturn and had low self-esteem. I don’t know when it took root in my heart.

What a proud person I used to be! Honey, what's wrong with me? I'm only 17 years old!

I insisted that my father call the school.

I was expelled from the school without completing any formalities.

That day, I wrote in my diary, "Today is the 315th day, the day I regain my new life. Tomorrow, where should I go..."

315 days is enough Completely change a person.

Now? I found a small job near my home, supporting myself and taking self-study exams at the same time. Although it is still very difficult, at least I can see hope and the goal of struggle. I want to keep climbing up, I want to welcome my dawn.

I roar hoarsely: I still have tomorrow! I still have a future! I don't want to give up! I want to... take one more step forward!

I hope this story can be seen by more people, and I hope everyone will keep their eyes open when applying for schools! Don't be like me. I don’t want my tragedy and suffering to happen to anyone again! I wish everyone a happy and fulfilling life!

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