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Features: God only holds half of me, and the harder I work, the larger the half I hold in my hands. A person who never despairs in the face of misfortune is destined never to be crushed by life. From the perspective of a literary enthusiast, this is a popular language teacher that holds enlightenment value for literary lovers, serving as a good place to imitate and absorb nutrients. I don’t know how to write, to be precise, I don’t know what words to use to tie together the emotions of this year, to hang them like dazzling crystals without losing their original essence, for you to share and understand. As I wrote these scorching words of August, I suddenly noticed that many unknown small flowers were blooming in patches outside the window—red, yellow, pink and white, all swaying together in vibrant colors. Oh my, when did these flowers bloom? Such a fiery momentum shouldn’t last only a few days. I don’t know if these flowers bloomed so beautifully throughout the year, but if they did, I should thank them. I can smell the air filled with sweet fragrances, and a beautiful phrase suddenly came to mind: flowers never fade! Flowers never fade. Flowers never fade! I think I can finally calm down and tell you all the countless stories that happened this year. I think no matter what happens in the future, every little detail, every drop of this year, I will never forget again.
A week before the start of senior year, there was a parent-teacher meeting. It was a very serious meeting, with no absences and no latecomers. The teachers almost all the parents’ emotions. The importance of senior year is needless to say. As the saying goes, "Success or failure depends on senior year," no matter how brilliant or how failed the students had been in the past, the slim young homeroom teacher, leaning against the podium, delivered an inspiring two hours, believe that anything is possible. Miracles or disasters would all make a dramatic entrance this year. To help each student clearly understand their rankings in class, grade, district, and even the city, the school meticulously created a ranking table for the first and second years of high school. Now that I think about it, I have to admit that the table was truly exquisitely made. It included the total and scaled scores, rankings, and comparisons with the grade average for each subject, even carefully designed performance trend charts, and finally, a detailed analysis of the comprehensive rankings. The paper was densely packed with information, truly a labor of love.
Father came back from school with a grim face, the situation just as I had expected: ranked 190th in the grade. A terrifying position. "There’s still hope. The teachers said anything is possible." Father said he believed in me, but I didn’t know if I should believe in myself again. However, there was no turning back. We were like chess pawns that had crossed the river, unable to retreat. I could only whip myself into action and strive to catch up, to justify my parents, my teachers, and most importantly, myself. P3-4