Inspirational articles for senior high school students

For the senior high school students, this period of time may be what we will often dream about in the future, because here is our sweat, here is our youth, and this moment is our time. The best years. Below are the inspirational articles I compiled for senior year celebrations. Welcome to read them.

My senior year of high school passed like that.

Standing on the campus of East China University of Political Science and Law, my eyes are filled with green and sunshine. The breath of spring permeates every corner of the city, filling every young face.

"The college entrance examination is far away from me." I said to myself, but then I thought of the life that was still alive under the heavy pressure that year, and the beautiful smile that was still there.

That is the ultimate in life and makes people cry.

The smoke of the college entrance examination has not cleared yet. On July 13th, our senior year of high school began.

I don’t know who wrote “330” casually on the blackboard at the back. It was small but very clear. The students walked into the classroom quietly and remained silent. Sit down and read a book. No one paid attention to the three-digit number, but they all understood that it was the sword hanging over our heads, shining with cold light.

The school moved all senior high school students to a branch on the edge of the city, which was remote and desolate. The school’s intentions speak for themselves.

There are slogans and slogans everywhere. The general mobilization meeting for senior high school students is over, and the lectures given by teachers in various subjects are over. The classroom is no longer lively, and the childish faces are full of heaviness and coldness.

A little girl from Shanghai wrote an article "The Flowers Bloom Undefeated" and published it in a magazine, describing her senior year in high school as thrilling and bloody. Soon, the school printed thousands of copies of this article, telling us that anything is possible.

The number of people with dark circles under their eyes is slowly increasing, and there is always a strong smell of coffee in the classroom. The piles of books on the desk are getting higher and higher, and even the aisles are piled with papers.

No one cursed the hot weather, and no one complained about the mountain of books and exercises. Our senior year of high school kicked off quietly.

The head teacher stood in front of me: "Yin Haozhe, your dream of Peking University is about to come true!" I raised my head and smiled. The August sun shines warmly into the office. I seemed to hear a call from afar.

I made a table for myself. At the top I wrote down my ideal scores for each subject in the college entrance examination. The following was densely packed with blank spaces waiting for this year’s test results. Detailed annual plans are posted on the wall.

I finished the senior year courses like a battle and soon entered the first round of review.

This is my weakness.

Still flying at a speed. The brand new high school textbook made me regret it. Due to my playfulness at that time, my first year of high school was almost blank. My hard work in my second year of high school made me among the top ten in my grade, but my shortcomings in my first year of high school could not be made up for.

My classmates are already familiar with it, but I have to start from scratch, starting from the most basic theorem. Unsatisfactory test after test made me ask more than once - what should I do?

The review progress is getting faster and faster. Teachers are always crowded after class, and students can be seen discussing problems with each other everywhere.

Autumn is here. No one stood at the window looking at the fallen leaves and feeling sad, and no one went for autumn outings. We no longer know whether we are warm or cold.

Examinations come one after another, one after another. The papers falling like snowflakes almost buried these young bodies. All kinds of reference books were thrown down overwhelmingly, such as "Intensive Practice", "Huanggang Secret Volume"...

The blackboard was always full of answers to multiple-choice questions in various subjects, A, B, C, D. The head buried in various colored papers raised and lowered, muttering something in his mouth, and making red crosses on the test paper.

Teachers of various subjects have also begun to "fight openly and covertly" over self-study classes. Finally, all self-study was divided up. Evening self-study is extended to 10:30.

There is a major exam every week. Accurately calculate time, answer questions, equal scores, and rank. What goes around comes around.

There are no complaints or groans. We bear it silently and tolerate it all with the calmness that should not be expected at this age.

But I was horrified to find that every time I took an exam, it was mathematics that dragged down my overall score. Out of my fear of mathematics and my love for politics, history and geography, I began to escape from the troubles mathematics brought to me and the pressure of various examinations. I put aside mathematics and ignored it, but what about the college entrance examination?

I am squandering my senior year of high school.

The head teacher began to set aside a class every Monday afternoon to hold a motivation meeting for us. Everyone looked at the class teacher with glazed eyes open, spitting on the podium and looking very excited. They were silently counting in their hearts how many papers were left to be completed today and what time they had to stay up until early in the morning.

A classic question - what time did you go to bed this morning?

As both comrades in the trenches and competitors, we did not "turn against each other", but became more united, closer, and more understanding, cherishing the last time together in a unique way.

Occasionally, people will be angry because it is located in Shandong and has the highest score line. The English teacher’s words, “The world is as dark as crows”, helped us regain our composure and return to the sea of ??books.

Several couples appeared in the class. Everyone looked at them with a sense of sadness and helplessness.

The short winter vacation passed quickly, and the Spring Festival was boring.

I soon learned the final grades of the first semester. Ranked 14th in the class.

A terrible ranking.

I was completely defeated. I don't know what the consequences will be if this continues, but who can tell me what should I do?

I chose to skip classes and skip all evening self-study classes that included mathematics. When I got home, my mother said nothing, but her eyes could not hide the deep worry of being a mother.

One cold night, I once again escaped from the evening self-study in mathematics and reviewed at home (my parents took an excuse to go for a walk in order not to interfere with my study). I only heard a knock on the door. When I opened the door, I was shocked to see the person standing at the door—tall but thin figure, disheveled hair, and sunken eye sockets.

"Haozhe, this is the paper for tonight's math self-study. You always don't go, the loss is too great." Teacher Mao, who teaches mathematics, leaned against the door frame and held a motorcycle helmet in one hand. He handed me two questions in one hand, his thin face full of exhaustion.

The back of Teacher Mao riding his motorcycle slowly drove away, and my tears flowed down uncontrollably. I know it takes an hour to ride a motorcycle from school to my house.

When I returned to the room, I bit my index finger and wrote three words in blood - go away! Tears wet the white paper drop by drop, and the blood and tears slowly blended together, making me unable to open my eyes. I gritted my teeth and said to myself - for the sake of Teacher Mao, you must continue to learn mathematics!

There are only 100 days left until the college entrance examination, and every class has begun the countdown, and preparations have entered a feverish state. Every day before class and evening self-study, slogans can be heard throughout the senior high school building.

The head teacher stood solemnly on the podium, and we roared desperately, hysterically. Opposite is the science experimental class, and their slogan comes clearly - we are all Tsinghua and Peking University, never give up! I stopped opening my mouth and looked at the sunset outside the window, tears falling down.

"Peking University" is like a balloon that lets go, drifting further and further away, out of reach. My "Beijing University" passed away like this.

I fell into a strange circle. Less than a hundred days before the college entrance examination, I repeatedly asked myself, why should I take the college entrance examination? What does the college entrance examination mean to me? I searched for answers like an ascetic. And all this can only be understood when you enter university.

Still doing math problems desperately and carrying political and historical topics like crazy, but it seems that I have lost the motivation to move forward. driven to distraction.

I am indulging myself again, giving myself one reason after another to escape. Finally one day, the principal caught me wandering around on the playground. At that time, the students were all in the classroom.

He grabbed my shoulders and yelled: "You don't want to live anymore?" I stared expressionlessly at the face that was almost twisted with anger, speechless.

The head teacher took me back from the principal and just looked at me without saying anything.

One kick suddenly flew up, two kicks, and I fell down...

26 clear kicks, each one unforgettable. I was already lying on the ground unable to move.

The head teacher picked me up distressedly and said, "My child, you can't go on like this, do you understand?" The teacher cried.

Walking outside, the head teacher pointed to the dazzling yellow jasmine flowers on the branches and said to me word by word: "This is the spring of your life, you must bloom!" I looked at it indifferently. Looking at the class teacher's hopeful eyes, I even felt that I was overdrawn. Not because of study, but because of pressure.

I still live like that, confused, painful but happy.

Until one day, the teacher announced that the second round of review was over and we would face the last city-wide mock exam.

The results came out soon. Ranked 17th in the class, out of 500 in the city. This means that I only have hope of reading the second book. If this situation continues, there will be no chance of the second book.

The head teacher has decided not to care about me anymore. She called me out and only said one thing to me: "Fend for yourself!" When I returned to the classroom, I carved eight words on the desk - "break the cauldron and fight with your last ditch!"

No one can save me, only myself can save myself.

I’m going to put all my money into it!

When I was only one month away from the college entrance examination, I had just found the feeling of my senior year in high school.

I am slowly adjusting myself and trying to forget everything that happened in my senior year of high school. (Inspiring Life) Now I only remember that I was really focused on that month. I didn’t think about what I could pass, I just thought about persevering.

My parents did not put any pressure on me. They knew that in this special period, anything they said was in vain. They just do everything for me silently and calmly.

My mentality is becoming more and more peaceful, and the things I have learned are gradually becoming more systematic. His grades began to improve and he eventually ranked among the top three in the class.

After leaving school on June 4th, I still insisted on studying in the school library every day, just to keep myself ready for battle and not to relax.

The night before the college entrance examination, I stood on the playground, looking at the watery night sky, and I asked myself - how many days later will you be able to stand on another campus and look up at the same starry sky?

When I took the college entrance examination on June 7, my mentality was extremely peaceful. My parents didn't speak, they just watched me open the car door and slowly walk into the school.

The test paper was handed out, and my heart felt calm.

Two days of fierce fighting.

When the final whistle blew, I suddenly realized - this is the college entrance examination! My college entrance examination, my senior year, my high school, are over! Next step, I'm going to college!

The first time I breathed the air under the sun so clearly, I shouted and rushed out of the examination room like crazy.

The head teacher who was waiting at the school gate hugged me tightly, with tears in his eyes: "My child, you finally came here!" Every detail of the senior year of high school suddenly rushed into my mind. I've had a very difficult time this year. I was no longer excited and tears came to my eyes.

On the afternoon of June 8th, beside the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, the sun was setting and the weeping willows were lingering. I burst into tears.

Soon, the results were announced. Second in the class.

Then, I solemnly wrote "East China University of Political Science and Law" in the first choice column, dedicating all my strength and passion.

Then, I received the admission notice from Huazheng.

In July, I went back to school to see the classroom that held my dreams and hopes for a year. There are still the familiar blackboard, desks and chairs, as well as the piles of books on the table - already filled with repeat students. Another group of people struggled to find their dreams. After falling into the water, they jumped ashore and launched another charge towards the single-plank bridge.

During the summer vacation, the classmates gathered together. The monitor took out the tape recorder and pressed it gently. The slogans we shouted during those days were clearly heard from it, deafening, and then came "Believe in Yourself" by the Zero Point Band. .

No one mentioned the college entrance examination again, but tears were truly hanging on everyone's face, remembering the days we walked together.

The senior year of high school is gone, but the dream still exists...