I remember the college entrance examination that year. For the first time in my life, I felt the feeling of going all out and being fearless. Get up at five o'clock every morning, enter the classroom and start reciting, and return to the dormitory at half past ten in the evening to continue to do problems. The daily meal time has been reduced from 40 minutes to 20 minutes. Only eat convenient and delicious food at every meal, and you can eat it while walking, which can save time. But physical pain is only part of it. What is more painful is that you have tried your best, only to find that your grades have not improved much and you are still far from your goals. At that time, I wanted to go back and beat up my freshman and sophomore years of high school. My third year of high school passed in such a stubborn and embarrassing way.
I didn't check the scores immediately at night when I could (for fear that I couldn't sleep after checking), but I slept. Although I didn't sleep well that night, I still had a dream that I didn't do well in the exam all night. I woke up the next day and saw the news that my parents asked me about my exam results. I picked up my mobile phone to search the web page, entered my student number, admission ticket number and ID number, and pressed the "query" button with trepidation. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, open your eyes and see the score. I only feel that spring is blooming, everything is reviving, and the big stone hanging in my heart has fallen to the ground.
Now I dare not say how awesome my school is, but I can say thank you to the one who has been working hard in senior three and has not chosen to give up. May you fear all the way, and your efforts will eventually pay off.