Mlog｜Swipe

Mr. signed up for an exam.

The day before I sent the registration form, because I saw that he was not preparing, in order to stimulate him, I said lightly: "Otherwise, I will sign up together." I didn't expect him to buy the registration form for me immediately, and send it together the next day. out.

The time to prepare for the exam is very fast, and the day of the exam will soon come.

It's been a long time since I took the exam. There was a chilling atmosphere outside the exam room. Everyone was reading the question bank. Only the two of us seemed to be in the wrong shed, and we didn't prepare anything.

The weather was very hot, and even though it was in the shade of the corridor, I could still feel the air heated by the sun, as heavy as the steam of a sauna, squeezing sweat heavily.

The bell rang, the invigilator opened the door of the examination room, and the air-conditioning came out before finally feeling a little more comfortable.

Sit down, wait for the bell to ring again, and answer the question.

I was just having fun with the test, no pressure, but even so I could feel my heart beating faster. The topic was quickly written, and the cards began to be drawn.

It should have been more than ten years ago that I drew a card last time. When I took the general subject test in college, I remember that a small answer card was filled with grids, but this time there are many large cards, but there are only 80 questions, each grid. are very large.

I probably spent three or four times as long as I wrote the topic on the grid, and in the process of painting the grid, it was inevitable that my thoughts would wander.

I think back to my senior year of high school. That year was probably the most card-drawn year in my entire life.

In order to prepare for the big test, there are constantly large and small mock tests. It seems that every once in a while, there will be a full two-day test, and the card is drawn all day long.

The seventeen-year-old self can't imagine the future at all. Under the examination system, I don't know how to deal with myself. I can only train myself to be an answering robot.

At that time, I liked Tao Yuanming very much. I always felt that the examination system was superficial. or nuns reading BL novels).

I hate swiping cards. Every time I swipe my cards, I can’t help but think that just a little toner, being pressed into different seats by me, can influence my future life (for high school students at that time, the entrance exams were different University is a different life). Although these toners actually carry the answer, not just toners, but when you think about your life being controlled by toners, you will feel resentful.

Unexpectedly, today, many years later, I still remember the helplessness in my heart at the age of seventeen. It was different from that time. Although it was hot, the examination room was air-conditioned. Although it was still an examination, it was a fun test and I felt much more relaxed.

But the point of hating swiping cards remains the same, my hands are sore!