Mathematics, which sounds boring, once played an important role in my life, now and even in the future. I love it crazily and hate it deeply, but the funny thing is that the reason is so simple, and even now it seems so naive ... I didn't go to any nursery, kindergarten or preschool when I was a child, because I cried my eyes out on the first day I went to the nursery, and I got pharyngitis. So everything has a bright side. I have never been to a kindergarten or anything like that. My father is a junior high school math teacher. Seeing that I have nothing to do all day, he got the first Chinese and math textbook for me. A few months later, I easily read the math textbook and finished the exercises after class. Dad was very satisfied with this, but I only wrote a few new words from Tian Zige in Chinese. Speaking of it, this should be the bud of my mathematics, but I still can't love it. I just think math is easier to understand than Chinese. Since I went to primary school, I began to like it. Although my grades are not very high every time, I really have a soft spot for it. The fifth grade of primary school is my first spring in mathematics. At that time, I was madly in love, but only because I liked our new math teacher, Miss Lan. I remember that I got an unprecedented full score in the first exam since she taught me. She praised me in class. My poor vanity tasted this sunshine-like warmth for the first time, and I still often recall that happy moment today. In the days to come, I can use the word "summit", and my math scores are also expanding endlessly. When it comes to learning and application, I feel like a duck to water. I can make every problem easy. The more so, the more praised by Teacher Lan, the more I love learning. However, in junior high school, I hated math. What made me make this 180 degree turn? There are many reasons. First of all, in the first math class in junior high school, I was thrown a pot of cold water by Mr. Hu. When I answered the question, I accidentally said "body" as "shape". She corrected my mistake, which was nothing, but she seriously asked me to sit down, and my self-esteem was seriously bruised. Maybe I gave her a bad first impression. From this moment on, my sad math fate in junior high school was. I failed several exams, and she was even more dissatisfied with me. Then I failed again and again. Every time the exam is over, she takes me as a typical criticism. Those days were terrible. Later, she always grabbed my pigtails. She criticized me in class and after class. Once, she talked about a geometry problem, and I tried my best to come up with a new method. She caught me showing off at my deskmate again. Yes, I hated math at that time, because I couldn't do any questions, which annoyed Mr. Hu. Do you think students who are always criticized by math teachers can fall in love with math? When I was in high school, I looked back and felt a little gloomy. I am determined to change my destiny. I shouldn't be influenced by what others say. I want to pursue what I really love. After two years of hard work, my enthusiasm for learning mathematics has returned to the past (when I was in primary school). I want to pursue the love I lost for four years. No matter what the road ahead is, I think it is a happy thing to be myself. In this world, no one is qualified to judge you, only you can rewrite the comments of life. Watching TV that day, a little girl committed suicide by jumping off a building because of her teacher's insulting words. I only have one feeling. This is so naive and irresponsible. Are you the kind of person she says you are? Obviously not. It is a wise choice to learn from the evaluation of people around you, because life comes out step by step, not from others. Friend, have you ever had the same experience as me? Today, I share my past with you just to tell you: "No one can judge or even predict you, only you can change the trajectory of life!" " "