It's a diary

Chapter 110 2.22
Today is, 2.22, three 2s, really good 2s.

My head has been hurting for the past two days.I am still so sleepy during the day, and although I still spend so little time sleeping every day, my sleep is much deeper.

But I also slept later and later. I didn’t go to bed until after 05 a.m. last night, and I woke up after 30:[-].

emmm... The building opposite had to get up early for morning training, so I woke up.

Maybe it's because it takes a lot of energy to cope with the daily classes now.

Not to mention how difficult it is.

My head hurts, a heart-wrenching pain.

It's really good to go to the dining hall later.

The last batch of dishes was not crowded, so there was no need to queue, and the aunt gave me more.

I love the aunt who can cook without shaking hands!
Classrooms, dormitories, dining halls.Life at three o'clock and one line is not so much good as it is more like getting used to it.

I'm used to just walking back and forth on campus.I got used to wxing the seven or eight thousand steps every day, and then waited for the next morning to convert yesterday's steps into thirty-two cents of funding and donate them.I am also used to arriving at the classroom early, opening an extracurricular book early, or leaning against the wall in a daze...

You don’t have to do anything, just study in the evening and you’ll be fine.

In a daze, a day passed.

When I woke up at noon today, I thought it was Tuesday.It wasn't until I rubbed my eyes and sat on the bed for a while that I realized what was going on.

It’s Wednesday!
There are only two more days of classes and it’s the weekend.

This afternoon’s class is held four times a week, and it’s actually quite important.

But it was split into two days: Monday and Wednesday afternoons.

The class is not difficult...

But this teacher really likes to ask questions!
Really scary!
Use that software to randomly select people... and play with heartbeats.

I was drawn this afternoon, but fortunately I know how to do that question.

My classmate’s sister once studied in the same major at our school. According to her sister, the teacher always liked this.In the past, songs were played to pass the water cup around. When the song stopped, whoever passed the water cup would answer the question.

Young teachers are always fun.

For example, another male teacher likes this, picking people with a random number, and then taking turns like driving a train.

Maybe it's wheeling diagonally, maybe it's forward, backward, left, or right, or it's jumping farther away all at once.

The teachers in this school are all so young.

This youth refers to one aspect of age and the other aspect of mentality.Even the principal, who doesn't know how old he is, seems young to me.

Sometimes I feel that he is younger and more energetic than me.

Now I am no longer as sick and wilted as I was in those winter days, although I still don't feel happy, and I can't be as cheerful and outgoing as others.

But I feel that my overall condition is very good. I like this and enjoy it.

I was happy. I stood upright and walked slowly on the road. The weather was just right, not too hot and not too cold.

I can't walk fast, even after so many years.The damage caused to me by that accident may be permanent.

But I prefer to believe that it is slowly recovering day after day, year after year.

So fake.

The current situation just doesn't look like that.

But it’s still what I said at the beginning, if there is a thought, there is hope.

Before the flag-raising on Monday, the crowd was almost gathered.

I stood at the front of the class, gathering energy at zfb and feeding the chickens.The principal suddenly walked down from the front and looked down. I looked at him and he saw me and nodded towards me.

I nodded towards him subconsciously.

He passed me and walked toward the back.

My classmate tugged on my clothes, with a smile that couldn't be hidden on his lips: "You still nodded at him."

Me: "If you don't nod, why don't you go up and hold his hand?"

After evening self-study tonight, I always feel that tomorrow will be the weekend.

Maybe it’s because I subconsciously feel that time flies by quickly.

But it’s true that time flies by so quickly. Monday and Tuesday passed by just like that. Wednesday, emm, is still more than an hour away.

Maybe the remaining two days will be like this too.

When I finished writing this sentence, it happened to be 2:22 in the evening of February 22.

What a coincidence

(End of this chapter)