I can’t remember my grades in kindergarten, so let’s start with elementary school.
My grades in elementary school were very good. With the genes of my engineer mother who can memorize every underground line in Xi'an, doing Mathematical Olympiad is just like playing. I am guaranteed to be in the top three in the class without having to attend any cram schools. It's okay. His father, a literary youth who had been writing poems since his childhood, forced him to memorize several Tang poems every day when he came home before he could play games. Accompanied by my grandmother, an amateur Russian singer, and my grandfather, who went to the United States to exchange spacecraft technology in the 1960s, I had to attend ballet training, piano training, and some inexplicable little singer training classes three nights a week and one day on the weekend.
I didn’t feel anything at that time. I was just a willful person. As long as I achieved the target, no one could control me. Sometimes when there is a performance, I just say hello to the class teacher and then sneak away. Because I have to perform a dance performance on the TV station during the Spring Festival, I basically never spend it at home. It is just a group of noisy children in the background eating a chicken drumstick and two tea eggs as fast food. After midnight, my family came to pick me up and we had a small cake in the car to celebrate.
So even though I wasn't very talkative at that time, it is no exaggeration to say that few people in my grade didn't know me, and everyone's friendliness towards me was written on their faces.
Until you get into the top ten in the school and enter junior high school, there is really no way to say that things will change. At that time, the school's academic administration system was very straightforward. All students' rankings were assigned directly to key classes in an S-shaped snake shape. Even their student IDs were written directly based on their rankings. So my student ID in the class was 002. It seemed like It's very awesome, but actually as a reference system for the actual ranking later, it's really an extremely embarrassing existence.
For example, my mother was disappointed and afraid to face the neighbors. She would make awkward glances in the middle of the night when walking the dog, and she would make a decision with her father. He was so angry that he plunged the knife he was peeling into the coffee table deeply. An inch, and then a backhand slap. The always kind-hearted old man in my family couldn't help but lament when he thought that I might not be admitted to a key high school. There was too much silence or tense atmosphere.
As for what happened at home in high school, I worked my way up the ladder silently, slapped countless people in the face after the college entrance examination, and went back to being a scumbag and fighting with some people in college. This is new again. I won’t go into details about the story.
However, I am still extremely grateful to my class monitor who always protected me when others were bullying me in junior high school. His writing style was comparable to that of Han Han and he was so handsome that he almost broke my heart. He looked into my eyes and said to me, "I am "I think you are very good"; and the high school teacher who was extremely strict and made everyone in the class cry, but never gave up on me. When I collapsed, he said to me, "If nothing happens, just treat me as your godmother." , now she will praise me repeatedly to every student she teaches; and the English teacher who always dislikes me but is very enthusiastic. In order to deserve her favor, I did two more homework every day in my senior year than others. I just crammed in the English test paper.
If you have experienced the change from a top student to a bad student in middle school, you will really have seen a lot of changes in the world very early, and you are still concerned about your grades. Excellent people are naturally resistant, because many of them lack empathy for the weak. What's more, they have developed a negative personality that is still very insecure and difficult to trust people. I still occasionally have similar dreams. The scene will also wake you up in a cold sweat. The road to counterattack sounds very happy, but it is really difficult to endure the humiliation.