After preparing for the graduate school entrance examination for more than half a year, I could only run to the middle of the road. Not halfway, but eliminated. I was so worried that I didn't want to speak, and I had no choice but to lack talent, so I simply wrote wherever I wanted.
My grades were slower than the others, who were all at 9 a.m. and I didn't get until 3 p.m. I remember the time when I checked the results, and I am familiar with the admission ticket number I needed to check the results. They all got the results they wanted, and they are all actively planning for the future, in my eyes. XX is ready to contact the tutor, XX starts to take IELTS to prepare for studying abroad, and XX has been preparing for another year to strive for a high score next time. It's just that I have always struggled to actively participate, so I can only continue to talk without a ride. I already know the results, and I know what I know about the graduate school entrance examination: if this is just an opportunity, then I have struggled; If this is just a path, then I will follow it in the future.
There is remorse, regret in the beginning, anger at oneself.
I was unwilling, but I don't regret this experience.
We must have hope and luck, in case we add a "more" to all suffering?
This experience must always be retained and remembered forever for unwillingness, remorse, and resignation at this time. For the future, for yourself.