Author: He Date of submission: May 5, 2009 15: 52: 00 Interview: 53 Reply: 3
I studied in high school for four years, one school, two campuses and three times. Three places across the Taiwan Strait is a true portrayal of my four years of high school life.
When I was in high school, it was the beginning of China's educational reform: the wave of school merger, the vigorous promotion of vocational education, the rise of private schools, the expansion of university enrollment, and the beginning of the distribution of college and middle school students ... all this seemed to come too suddenly and quickly broke the existing traditional thinking mode. Everyone began to recognize "reading" again. Some people who have graduated from universities and technical secondary schools but have not been assigned to the "national rice bowl" complain that the world is not good, and the gap between their expectations of "publishing books" and reality is extremely unbalanced. There are also some families who are satisfied with the status quo, because the threshold of universities and technical secondary schools has been lowered, and children can be sent to the "palace" smoothly.
First, the unexpected start of high school life.
When I graduated from junior high school, my total score was about 200 points, or I got 300 points. I don't remember clearly, but I'm sure my grades are poor, because the school informed me that I wouldn't get my diploma unless I paid a make-up fee of 100 yuan. At this time, my parents had an argument over my junior high school diploma. My father thought that I couldn't even get my diploma and had to pay 100 yuan, which was embarrassing, so I didn't get my diploma. But my mother didn't understand a word of "losing money all her life" and insisted on getting a diploma so that she could go to work in Guangzhou and enter the factory in the future. Of course, even so, I know that the reality is that my family can't afford 100 yuan, and my brother has been admitted to a technical secondary school that year and needs a tuition fee of about 6,000 yuan, which makes my parents very puzzled. Finally, my mother insisted that I borrow 100 yuan from my aunt's house before I got my junior high school diploma.
After graduating from junior high school, I think I am an adult. According to the actual situation in the village, I can go to learn the craft or go to Guangzhou to enter the factory, or I can go out to sell "silver dollars" with the adults in the village. I also decided to go out to work to earn money for my brother to study.
Some things, probably don't know how to cherish until they are lost. When I was almost completely sure that I would never have a chance to go to school again, I began to become silent. "Knowing a son is better than a mother." My mother first discovered this change. In fact, my father doesn't want me to drop out of school, and neither does my brother. And my brother seems to understand my poor grades in junior high school, and he is not disappointed in me, which makes me feel less inferior. But tuition is like a huge stone, placed in the hearts of the whole family. Probably in August of that year, my brother's huge tuition fee was already in my father's mind. My father has laid a good foundation for hundreds of relatives and thousands of relatives. And my question, leaving only silence.
Finally, it's my mother. In order to give me another chance to study, she decided to go out and sell fake silver dollars again. "Silver dollar" is a coin of Qing Dynasty, which is made of silver. Our hometown is a famous "silver dollar" hometown. Selling "silver dollar" is the economic pillar of the township, and most of the tile "houses" in the township started by selling "silver dollar". The craftsmanship of making "silver dollars" in our village is very exquisite. Made of copper, plated with silver and processed with some wood ash, it is difficult to distinguish it from real ancient coins. My mother had done this kind of business several times before, but she didn't do it again because she was in poor health and couldn't take the bus.
It was not until after I graduated from college that my mother told me that she cried in order to raise the fare for that trip. At that time, I asked several relatives to borrow it, but they didn't borrow it. The money borrowed is not much, about 100 yuan. My mother didn't borrow it from her two closest relatives. My mother couldn't help crying. Later, a neighbor's family, a kind old woman, saw her difficulties and lent her the money she needed. I am still very grateful to the old man. Every time I think about it, I have an unspeakable pain in my heart, for a strong mother and a great maternal love.
It was my mother's decision that changed my fate. At that time, my mother earned my tuition back, and my hope of studying was rekindled. Later, every time my mother told someone about this, I was very proud. Yes, I should be proud, too. There will be miracles with courage, and there will be hope with faith. I often use my mother's actions to remind myself of this. When I was preparing to start school in early September, my continuing study was officially put on the "agenda" of my family. I was really excited and made up my mind. I must study hard this time, repay my parents and stop embarrassing myself. However, an embarrassing reality lies ahead. My grades are too poor. I was not admitted to any "regular" high school. There are not many admission notices, but even the schools I can accept can be imagined, including my alma mater Xinhua.
My brother is the only person in my family who has seen the world. He is also energetic, enterprising and very open-minded. Like my aunt, my brother was one of the few people who could encourage me when I was a child. At that time, my brother saw that I was imitative, positive and cheerful, and "liked to give speeches." He thinks I should pursue my favorite career and take the artistic road. My brother has a good eye. Although I finally failed to embark on the road of art, my comedy talent, acting ability and desire have always been recognized by people around me, so that after work, I am the absolute protagonist at any large-scale party in any unit.
Because my brother suggested studying art school, my dad didn't object, and my dad also suggested it, because I received the admission notice of "Agricultural Post" (the original name of "One Post"), and my dad thought it was good for me to study "Agricultural Post" and study veterinary medicine. There is not a decent vet in the village. If I succeed, it will be "much better than learning carpentry as planned", my father said. The day before I left, we decided to go to art school.
My brother led me, carried a load of luggage with a bamboo pole and got on the bus to the county seat. At the end of the luggage is a red lacquered wooden box, which contains some books, my clothes and a barrel of homemade wine, which my father prepared for my uncle's parents. At the other end is a quilt and a bag of snakeskin rice. That red lacquer wooden box and quilt are both my mother's dowry, which is very precious in my eyes. And I also carry a bag and another bag: I carry a cowboy bag marked "China Travel Agency", which starts to turn yellow and contains a can of salted dried peppers and some snacks prepared at home; The other is a snakeskin bag, which contains a live native chicken, which my father raised for my uncle's parents. After coming to the county seat, our first stop was my uncle's parents' house.
My uncle's parents are two old party member, and they are very kind-hearted, especially my aunt, who is a very wise old Chinese doctor. I remember when I was a child, only menstruation praised me for being smart and honest. Aunt has saved many people and helped many people, many of whom are strangers to her. She has also trained generations of knowledge-based descendants, including countless doctors and masters. They both have great advantages and enjoy the highest respect in the whole family. Big Uncle is my father's cousin. According to the genealogy, they are two representatives. In our generation, they are three generations. But until today, my uncle's parents are the elders I miss most except my grandmother and parents, and their images have even been sanctified in my heart.
When I arrived at my uncle's parents' house, I first gave my father's thoughts on the two old people to the old people, then explained my own situation, and then let my uncle's parents do some reference. After lunch, my uncle and brother and I went to the art school in the county to find out the situation. Walking around, maybe the school doesn't feel good about my uncle, or maybe my uncle is conservative. In my uncle's opinion, it is not very good to go to art school, so it is more reliable than going to agricultural school. He suggested that we go to the agricultural school to investigate, and the three of us went to the agricultural school, which actually sent me the admission notice. Although the school is not mainstream, it is still formal. The teacher of the Admissions Office received us warmly, which may have added a good impression to my uncle. My brother also thinks this school is much more formal than the art school. In this way, I reported to the agricultural post.
Second, the beginning of loneliness
There are two branches in my high school, one is No.10 Middle School and the other is LAM Raymond Department. This is actually a microcosm of education reform. The school used to be called "Agricultural Post", but in another town, it may not be able to do it later, and another school "No.10 Middle School" may not be able to do it. In this way, the two schools merged and changed their name to "one post". It is said that "One Job" merged with another school "No.9 Middle School" and was renamed as "Vocational Secondary School", which is really a change of the times. I don't know how to merge and change in the future, and I don't know if I can merge and change into a "university" one day.
At the beginning, I went to the "No.10 Middle School" and was "across the river", that is, I had to cross the Zijiang Bridge to go to school from the county seat. At that time, the school was open without walls. The "September 24th" warehouse next door is also the "Hunan Nanbei Martial Arts School", which is a private martial arts school. At that time, advertisements were very popular and "could attract students from all over the country". Later, I heard that "924" had been "merged" by "One Gang".
My first week at school, I think I will never forget it. Because my primary school and junior high school were all near our home, I never stayed at home or left my parents before I went to high school. When I went to the post office to go through the formalities, my brother took luggage belt and took me to school. I think we are really rustic, but fortunately, the teachers we received were very enthusiastic, which somewhat relaxed me. After my brother completed the admission formalities, he arranged a dormitory bed for me, then took me to the canteen to exchange rice for a meal ticket, and finally gave me a monthly living allowance of about 120 or 130 yuan. After explaining some precautions, my brother is ready to go home. Looking at the back of my brother's departure, I suddenly felt all the security, fear, anxiety and loneliness. There is not even one person I know in the whole school. I don't know whether to put the money in socks or boxes, and there are meal tickets. Later, I couldn't help crying. I'm afraid of being seen. I ran back to the dormitory, found my own bed, and fell asleep crying on the bed. When I woke up, it was already 5 or 6 o'clock, and the sun had already set. I thought to myself, if I were at home, I would herd cattle on the mountain and swim in the pond with my friends. Later, someone in the dormitory, probably a new classmate, said something I didn't fully understand. The other one looked much older and relaxed. They went to the canteen to cook, and no one noticed my existence. Finally, I went to the dining hall to eat a few meals, took out my own dried Chili and started dinner. I clearly remember that I couldn't eat any more after eating two or three bites, and finally I poured the rice.
At that time, I was extremely lonely, extremely insecure and desperately needed friends. After the class started, I finally had a chance to deal with people without being too abrupt. I tried every opportunity to talk to people, except girls, of course, and I felt very inferior at that time. But it's not that I don't talk to others randomly, because the public security in the county was very poor at that time. There are often "rotten children" who come to school to make trouble and cheat money and cigarettes. It is said that someone saw "rotten children" injecting drugs outside the classroom ... so I avoid dealing with people who dress in fashion. I especially like talking to people who are as introverted and a little rustic as I am, and going for a walk on the road outside school with them after school.