In an article in Youth Digest, a student struggled for the life of senior three in Fudan University and finally became a champion.

The life of senior three is mixed with a lot of flavor, so that everyone who has walked carefully can't tell how they feel when they look back. Similar but different days have now become memories in my mind: chalk crumbs floating in the air for a long time, scrubbed blackboard writing with ever-changing appearance, "the magic wand used by the class teacher to" point out the country and inspire words ",the depressed expression that the teacher hates iron not to produce when we haven't understood a topic n times in math class ... My classmates and I are holding dreams that are big or small but out of reach, and we are numb every day.

To be a competent senior three student, there is no wrong idea. Fortunately, in those days when we had nothing, our dream of never giving up lit up our way.

Everyone has a source of hysteria.

Since junior high school, my dream is Fudan University. Senior three, I seem to feel that both hands can touch my dreams. Every day, I am taught the concept of college entrance examination countless times, so I have no choice but to make one last stop. I carved a few big characters on the small cabinet at the head of the bed-Fudan Kill! I still remember the time when I swore to kill. I live the same life honestly and calmly, with peace of mind. Travel, crazy online shopping, gossip ... were all abandoned by me, and my seven-year-old Q era came to an abrupt end. I really ...

I am not a person who can study while playing. I am always tired, and occasionally I am complacent about my little success. My crazy dream reached its limit when I first entered the third year of high school. Everything has become a college dream that I have recognized when the college entrance examination comes. The driving force of dreams is so strong that I am full of ambition and eager to try.

Since the teacher announced the schedule of the college entrance examination review plan, I took out a brand-new notebook and began to record my senior three. On the first page, there is only one sentence: Fudan, wait for me! On the second page, there is only one line: my college entrance examination goal-more than 650 points. On the third page, there is a paragraph: "I know that everything will be there. I will fail in the big exam and quiz, but I will never give up my efforts and hope. Environment can only affect me, but it can't determine my future. Only I decide my future. Do a good job at hand and try to make your dreams come true. " These three pages have been silently supporting my whole senior three life. As my high school teacher said, "Whether you can fly this long mountain depends on the college entrance examination." My middle school is a county middle school. Compared with other key high schools, it is too humble. Sometimes I think, this is really a forgotten world. The school has no good hardware and enviable software. We don't have the "preferential treatment" of enrolling students independently and walking students. For every child who has a "dream outside the mountain", there is only a short and precious two-day college entrance examination. It is also from the moment I chose the college entrance examination that many students, like me, said in their hearts, "We must win this battle" because we know that we can't afford to lose.

Last semester of senior three, 65438+ 10, the first monthly exam came. From that moment on, I began to feel the truth of the college entrance examination. During the National Day holiday, I dare not leave home for a day. From my motherland's birthday to the end of my holiday four days later, I get up at 7: 00 every morning and do my homework until/kloc-0: 00 in the morning, in which eating and lunch break are done at my desk. I am bored at home and study hard. When I opened my eyes, my first thought was how to do the math problem that I didn't finish the night before. When you are tired, you fantasize about getting the admission notice from Fudan University. I am really crazy and willing to be the most honest student. Later I learned that everyone has a source of hysteria.

What's wrong with being a thinking nerd?

After the monthly exam, the publicity column of the school became lively, with many lists and notices related to senior three students. Suddenly, I feel that the second year of high school has gone far, so far that I can't see any shadow of the past. I stood there stunned and realized that this sentence I posted on the table no longer meant posturing. Senior three doesn't ask you to study in your life, nor does it ask you to let your study penetrate into your life. Instead, it asks you not to forget your study at any time, and try to make yourself gain something in every time period, and the income must be conducive to the college entrance examination. "

What's wrong with being a thinking nerd in the college entrance examination? "I think. It is repeated every day, simple and full, slightly boring, but it doesn't matter, I am willing, everything is worth it!

When I climbed to the classroom on the fifth floor of the school in the morning, I was panting and sleepy. When I was sleepy, I pulled my deskmate and asked, "Tell me about the culture and history of the Tang Dynasty ..." Or faced with piles of review materials that still smelled of ink, I complained nervously, "Is it because the price of paper has been reduced recently that the school has made so much money without stint?" Later, I crossed my legs in my seat, holding a book and a pen, desperately reciting history, dividing dynasties and topics, until even the book wanted to be thrown out of the window; Eat at noon, with a mouthful of rice leafing through the next one.

Step of learning tasks, think of yourself as busier than the prime minister; Jogging on the playground after school, forcing yourself to recite ancient Chinese while running; Do a lot of math problems in the evening, have a cup of coffee next to me, and many articles describe it ... this is my day. I don't know if such a day will make others "despise" or feel too exaggerated and unbearable, but I really do.

Here it is. I am an ordinary senior three student, deeply involved in senior three. I only know how to eat, do problems and attend classes mechanically. I am as calm as a small town in my hometown, and nothing important will happen.

Bitter, never eat for nothing.

Near the college entrance examination, all kinds of test papers arrived as scheduled and bombed in turn. The monthly exam is nothing. There is a big exam every Monday and a quiz every three days. This is just a rigid rule of the school. Teachers of various subjects are still discussing, and when the time is ripe, they will use the test paper to "communicate with each other and maintain combat effectiveness." Since the next semester of senior three, the curriculum of our grade has been completely revised, and it is absolutely normal for two classes to attend together. Every day, we will hand in N papers written in dense numbers, and we will also get N papers with bright red scores. Score, a guy with great exciting value, is so powerful that all senior three students, including me, are afraid, love and hate. Although I have been through many battles, I am still worried that I will not get good grades in the exam. Every upcoming exam is shrouded in frustration: I feel that I have paid countless days and nights for mathematics, but I have not got the expected red apple. Liberal arts synthesis is also a subject that stings my nerves. Four-point multiple-choice questions, very short-answer questions, I watched the score disappear with a slight negligence, like missing a gorgeous encounter and finally getting nothing. But even so, I still clamor for Fudan every day, and I still do it with a lot of papers every day. Because I have no choice, I have been studying and studying. ...

My study plan is very thorough. Generally, two weeks before the monthly exam, I will take a day to fill up the schedule for these two weeks, and then review it step by step. The task will be heavy every day. Two weeks before the monthly exam is my most tiring time, so I will treat myself after every monthly exam, no matter whether I do well in the exam or not, as long as I try my best. I have always adhered to the principle of "bitter, not free". I'm a big fan of shopping, and jewelry stores are my favorite. The more I fail the exam, the more I like to dress myself up and then hide in a small room and play tarot cards with myself until I am satisfied. This always fills me with expectations and surprises. This may be the best ornament in my boring life before the college entrance examination. There must be hope in life. For example, when you study hard, subconsciously tell yourself that after this hurdle, there will be a wonderful thing waiting for you, so that the efficiency will be high and every minute will be worthwhile. One morning before the college entrance examination 15, I quietly learned to drill.

The sunlight through the window is so soft and strong that it shines on my open book. I know I must persist in working wholeheartedly for the rest of my life. As usual, I spent the last period of my senior three life, with no special release and no final revelry. My heart seems to sink in a quiet place, and I don't know where it is calm and calm.

Future success is equidistant from everyone.

The day before the college entrance examination, I went to see the examination room in advance. I went early, and there was no one when I entered the examination room. I followed the serial number and sat in my seat, looking around the empty classroom and rows of tables, asking myself: I will be in this place tomorrow, can I get a pass to Fudan from here? I turned to see the big red banner hanging in the aisle, "Prepare actively and face it calmly". I think, maybe that's it. The two-day college entrance examination passed normally, except for taking a nap during the English exam 15 minutes. I finished my Chinese composition in 35 minutes.

In 25 minutes, I finished the math selection and fill in the blanks. The moment I walked out of the examination room after the exam, facing the teacher, the first sentence I said was: "I filled in all the papers, except the last question in mathematics, and I was very satisfied." When I walked home, there was one thing hidden in my heart: I accepted the college entrance examination, and for better or worse, I really tried my best. The next day after the exam, I got the right answer and scored. According to the admission situation in previous years, my score can go to Fudan, and I seem to have weighed the weight of that notice. I was excited for a long time, and all my expectations for the future and

Worry became a fragment of ecstasy when I imagined the notice came. Later, I was glad to know that I was the number one scholar, but I was really not ecstatic, although I really wanted to get that title. Then go to Nanning to attend the enrollment consultation meeting. Faced with the status of "number one scholar", my teachers and parents are full of "Peking University". At that time, I became at a loss, and finally gave up my original dream-Fudan and chose Peking University. The charm of Peking University is irresistible to every senior three student. On the day of the consultation, I went to Fudan specially.

Look at the booth for a long time, then turn around and leave silently. ...

After the college entrance examination, I sorted out all kinds of review materials I used in the past year. The examination papers issued by the school account for half of the shelves, and there are several sets of questions I bought in the bookstore: 83 sets of Chinese, 52 sets of English, 65 sets of mathematics and 95 sets of liberal arts. In addition to the short answer questions of liberal arts, I made a lot of notes and precautions with red, blue and black notes in other papers and sets of questions. Four math reference books, I have read them five times from beginning to end, and each one has my mood and date written on it; As a special English exercise, I made two big reading books and three cloze books.

Grammar and other individual training 3 books; 5 history textbooks, recited seven or eight times; I cut and paste a big book full of geographical maps ... I rummaged through sets of test papers and some messy papers. I don't know why, but my mind is blank. The sun shone brightly in my eyes through the window. I just want to sleep in the pile of books and forget everything ... people always think that I have always been so excellent and so smooth, but in fact, only I know what my life is like. Although I don't feel pain at all, bitterness still wraps my body.

Wrapped in that sunny day, I want to cry. I think of the alley outside the classroom when I study at night, waiting for my mother to take me home; I remember when I met a bottleneck in math, I locked myself in my room and didn't go to school for two whole days, staring blankly at the collapsed wall. I told myself again and again that this was a clever arrangement of God, and it was he who made me suffer a lot before the college entrance examination, so that I passed the college entrance examination smoothly. I have also come from hesitation and confusion again and again, because I have always believed that my future is not a dream, but a future success.

Work and everyone are equidistant. There is always only the beauty of spelling out, and there is no glory of waiting.

None of us are children of God.

A heart will never be hurt by pursuing a dream. For the loss and pride, clarity and confusion of the road to learning, the most important thing is what kind of mentality you have. Efforts will fail, and there will be times when I lose courage, but I must work hard. I am working hard. I need strength, silence and will. Everything is just a process, and success and happiness are the destination. Life can be boring, but you must be happy. None of us are children of God, we are just children with dreams.