I feel a little monotonous and cold when I mention my pen and recall my third year of high school. On a rainy day, I walked to school with my luggage. I met her again in the light rain. No words, nothing. Self-reliant and isolated, I entered Class 24, Senior Three. The head teacher is a handsome young man who is surprisingly good at math. As soon as we met, we began to clean up and get busy. So the legendary inhuman life of senior three came.

Entering the third year of senior high school, the atmosphere gradually tends to be tense from the initial easing. A large number of papers are pressed down every day, and all kinds of papers have to be done. In addition to the daily lectures, there are exams. For me, the exam has long been numb. Countless exams can only exercise your mind. So at this time, my time is even more urgent. Reading, reading crazily. Go back to the dormitory to burn the midnight oil at night, and some roommates also burn the midnight oil. Arrive at 1 o'clock every night and get up at 5 o'clock in the morning to run and exercise. Classrooms, canteens, playgrounds, tea rooms and toilets have become the fifth line. Repeating these things all day makes me much faster. Chinese teacher's sharpness, English teacher's detachment, political teacher's specialty, geography teacher's carelessness, history teacher's humor and simplicity, all show their strengths.

There is even the last sports meeting of high school life in the tense senior three life. It was June165438+1October, which began on a cold and sunny weekend. It seems more successful this time. With the wonderful opening and closing ceremonies, the melodious Saskatchewan wind became the theme of this period. After that, there will be intense review and final exam.

After the Spring Festival, entering the new year, the college entrance examination is getting closer and closer. We're still trying. By mid-May, the atmosphere will be very different. It seems a little sad and desolate. Those who no longer go to school leave, and some go home to review. On a sunny afternoon, when I was about to go to a restaurant. The girl stopped me and handed me a piece of paper. I know, needless to say, it's a farewell speech, a yearbook or something. But when I entered the classroom again, the seat was empty. At this time, most of the classes have been vacant. At that time, the whole person's heart seemed empty.

I entered in June and have a holiday on the 3 rd. The students have all gone back. Left an empty campus. On the 4th, I stayed in this campus again. One hot afternoon, I began to review my lessons here again. It is still so quiet at night, and the campus is no longer so closed, so you can go in and out. I live here on the 5th and 6th. First I stayed in the math teacher's office, and then I went into the geography teacher's office. We studied together until the light came on. A cool breeze brings coolness. In the morning, we strolled in this empty campus, so don't have some feelings! The seventh day finally arrived. On the first day, Chinese and math were very interesting. After dinner, we (Gao Shuai and Song Chaofeng) went for a walk in the small park, feeling that life was boundless and we were leaving! At that time, we were full of melancholy. No.8, comprehensive literature and English, three years of preparation has been completed. So the nervous senior three became so emotional.

Looking back on the three years of high school, the first few days of the college entrance examination may be the happiest and most missed.