Your loneliness is more moving than this world

Chapter 31 The Person Without Alma Mater (1)
1. Crying poor students

I used to have a habit of quickly forgetting old friends as soon as I arrived in a new environment.Many people say this is selfishness. In fact, I have long been aware of the stages of fate. Fate cannot be forced. As long as you are still growing, yesterday's pride may be tomorrow's laughing stock.For example, things like schools are a semi-coercive community. You have no right to choose classes, teachers, and roommates in the lower bunk. Some people are destined not to see each other after graduation. The difference is who forgets first. Who.

On a rainy autumn day, I was assigned to the dormitory with the best facilities in the whole school. I occupied the lower bunk, biting an apple, and watched strange boys come in with their families one after another. They were holding blue quilts just like when I came in. and camouflage uniforms.In the next half month, there will be endless kicking, standing in the military posture and military theory classes.In the huge playground, autumn tigers are rampant, and tens of thousands of children are shivering under the scorching sun.I have always thought that military training in college is a boring thing. Teachers and soldiers are very powerful in front of children, but they only leave them with dark skin and boogers.This very bureaucratic movement actually only has one value—beauty pageants. Under the military caps covered in loess, the girls collectively lose their charm and suddenly flash a moving face. This is tiehua.

On the day the military training ended, a bleak scene appeared in the dormitory area. A crying girl, led by her old father, reluctantly said goodbye to several female classmates.Everyone said that the girl's family conditions were not good, she was engaged to the son of an old country gentry, and her family did not agree to her going to school, so she came to report with a notice without permission.

Most of Yu's students come from third-tier small cities and lower-level rural areas, and there are a large number of poor students.The definition of poor students here is not that they cannot afford tuition fees, but those poor children who cannot even borrow money.Most of them come from the mountainous areas in the west. The whole family lives on a few acres of cultivated land on the slopes. There are several brothers and sisters, and there are also poor relatives who are cold-blooded.If you can’t afford the tuition fees, you have to apply for poor student qualifications and wait for student loans, and even the meritorious student loans are not a pie in the sky. You must pay them off before graduation, otherwise you will not have a degree certificate.

Tuition fees are falling behind, what should I do in life?Relying on Yuda's monthly living allowance of 45 yuan is not enough to live on. You have to wash dishes, raise tutor cards, drag the floor of the library, and get in the car of rich children.In short, you have to rely on your own strength to complete the four years of study.Of course, as a well-established local school, Yuda also has scholarships and bursaries for poor students, but these things will not be universal to everyone, and they will come to those guys with high-end mobile phones and brand-name shoes and hats from time to time.I have a hard-working classmate who received a scholarship for poor students at the end of the semester. Without further ado, the school gave him a high-quality MP3 player, deducted the money for the player, and sent him the rest to a private cafeteria. On the meal card, if you want to cash out, you can only transfer the meal card at a discount.This kind of fraudulent embezzlement of charitable funds is not uncommon on campus. Chinese people have never been afraid of ghosts and gods when they initiate national disasters.

In Yuda, I am not considered a poor student, but I admire those students who work and study.When my sister was in college, her family was in trouble. While applying for student loans, she used all her holidays to work part-time. At the same time, she was also the chairman of the school's student union.My best friend from the Chinese Department, Xiao Gao, did not qualify as a poor student, nor did he have a student loan. His tuition was borrowed from a few high school classmates, and then he worked as a tutor, as a waiter in a restaurant, and worked two or three jobs at the same time. .His elder brother came to the provincial capital to find a job, but he had no place to stay, so he lived in his dormitory. He supported two people by himself, and his body and spirit were facing collapse at any time.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Xiao Gao came back from his part-time job, with his eyes wide open, and he was walking on Lingbo. I greeted him with a washbasin, but he stepped on the empty stairs and almost died on the spot.A small girl in the same club as Xiao Gao is also a poor student. She works as a welcome hostess in an off-campus restaurant. My classmates and I went to the night market and passed by her. She greeted us with a smile. Say hello, but that face clearly cried.

I have never doubted the future of poor students. Their hardships, like their student status, are temporary and will end one day.But I am really worried about their hearts, whether they lose their dignity day after day, whether their outlook on life and values ​​will be distorted-they have every excuse to distort.Of course, there are still many interpretations of poor students. For example, some three-good students said to me: "There are too many Chinese and the number of university teachers is limited. We should not only see the difficulties in life of poor students, but also see that the enrollment expansion policy has given More opportunities for young people to receive higher education." Obviously, the outlook on life of the Sanhao students is much more positive and positive than mine. In fact, there will be various problems in the education system of any country and in any era, but as the Sanhao students said , Yuda is very benevolent, it has the number of subjects comparable to Britain and the United States, but it charges civilian-level tuition.

Four years later, I graduated and successfully obtained a degree certificate.I went to the counselor and asked, "We are studying design, why did you give us a Bachelor of Arts certificate?" She said, "Oh, our school only has these qualifications for the liberal arts. It's good to have yours. You Still pick."

2. The teacher named Jiao
I came from a bad family background, plus I was naughty. I never went to any good school or met any good teachers since I was a child.When I was in elementary school, they whipped me with wicker sticks and punished me to stand at the gate where the north wind howls.When I was in junior high school, they taunted me in public, tore up the four-panel comics I drew and threw them into the fire.When I was in high school, they simply called my dad to school to beat me. I was so anxious, but I couldn't beat my dad, so I could only cry in front of them.

University teachers are obviously much more kind than middle school teachers, because there is no pressure to enter a higher school in this kind of place, and the quality of students' grades will not affect their income. In addition, the students are in their tender years, and they try to get along with the students as much as possible.

Our counselor is a young sister, a graduate student who just graduated from the Conservatory of Music, lively and lovely, smiling like a flower.Although she is a teacher, she is also a child. She is good at singing out of tune in public and hand-painting all kinds of horrible children's paintings.This older child counselor is most read by students for her mate selection jokes. She has a prominent family background, her father is a general, her mother is a professor, and her brother has just been promoted to a lieutenant colonel. Talented and rich, if you meet two of them, you can run for the election, so there is no news of her marriage so far.

As art students of the School of Communication, we have the latest leadership from Quanyu University.The dean was originally a famous painter. During the sketching season, he would go up mountains and seas with the students. At night, with deep concern, he would sneak into the boys’ dormitory to express his condolences, regardless of the boys’ bare chests. He turned on the lights, put Out of liquor and tobacco, he yelled: "Get up, get up, what time will you go to bed!" If there are any students who don't smoke, he will send them out, nagging: "What kind of man is a man if he doesn't smoke?" The deputy secretary is younger than the dean of the painter, and his voice is louder.He used to be the principal's secretary, and was promoted because of his quick handling of affairs. At the same time, he was also a well-known master of ceremonies in Shijiazhuang.His representative song is "This person is mother, this person is mother...", every time he sings this song on the school's big stage, it always shocks the audience. Looking at it, I really thought that this person on the stage was from the Zongzheng Song and Dance Troupe.

Boys' favorite is always physical education.Yuda’s physical education class is assigned according to individual wishes. Students have to fill in their sports aspirations every semester. Most people, including me, always choose dance as their first choice, but they will always be assigned to other courses in the end.I was not discouraged, pursued diligently, checked the dance on the form for the fourth time, and was finally assigned to the Sanda class.Sanda class is the least popular among all physical education classes. It's not that everyone doesn't like fighting, but they are really afraid of the Sanda teacher.He is the director of the school's physical education department. Regardless of gender, his class consists of dozens of push-ups. If it is not standard, he will kick your ass.The Sanda teacher likes to shake his muscles while telling the story of his bravery against gangsters. He educates us over and over again, don't smoke, don't drink, and insist on morning exercises every day, you can be as fit as him. In the winter morning of 2006, people found his body next to the horizontal bar, and died of cerebral hemorrhage.

At the end of spring and the beginning of summer, the girls of Yuda began to go hungry collectively, because the swimming class was coming again.Breaststroke is a compulsory course for Yuda.But the Pingyuan girls are nervous when they enter the water, and they lie in the shallow water area one by one. The swimming teacher pulled the flesh on his face and said: "What are you afraid of? Go to the deep water area and kick you over to drink a few sips of water. Nothing will hurt you." I can learn it.” We finally passed all the breaststroke exams, including the student who couldn’t last half of the swim and changed to dog-planing style. Plane."

After my junior year, there were no more art classes and physical education classes, only professional classes and other courses, so I started skipping classes frequently.I didn't even attend the class meeting, and I was bored in the library and dormitory all day long, believing that picking a book from the library at random would kill those bluffing theory professors in seconds.But even the theoretical classes began to decrease. Gradually, the School of Communication became a youth convalescent school. A lot of spare time and successive holidays made the students there more disorganized and depraved.There is a girl in our class who is like a god. For four years, she only showed up at the beginning of school to pay tuition and final exams. Everyone said that she and her police boyfriend traveled all over the world, but she was such a guy, and she finally participated in it smoothly. Defended the graduation thesis.

Yuda’s graduation thesis defense is also a formality. The teachers don’t even read the thesis downloaded from the Internet by the students.Maybe it's because my "Skipping King" sign is too big. The two teachers sitting opposite were about to let go of their prejudices, and one of them said with disdain: "Haha, you boy, I taught you a class for a semester. I haven’t seen you a few times, and the competition for design jobs is so fierce now, with you like this, it’s hard to say whether you can make a living in the future, so please do it yourself.” At that time, I was very angry and disappointed, the teacher I really haven't escaped the professional courses, so this is a naked prejudice.Scholars are not necessarily promising. The mind and character of many scholars determine that their life is nothing more than an insignificant person.In my eyes, these two narrow-minded defense teachers are not as good as Teacher Jiao who taught us the theory class. Apart from introducing himself loudly in class as the only teacher named Jiao in the School of Communication, Teacher Jiao has nothing else for us to remember.

3. Love in the post-hormone era
Falling in love is the most famous scene of the university.Those from a good family background pursue good looks; those from an average family background will attack those around them with average looks.Poor sexual enlightenment education makes most college students in China's view of love far less mature than their lower body.The love of many college students is not called love at all, but a bunch of whitewashed sexual desire and naked vanity. Boys who are unwilling to masturbate in the toilet, and girls who are dazed by romance novels, join hands to taste the real forbidden fruit.Taste it, get addicted, open a house, rent a house, until one of them gets tired of it, find a good excuse to leave, and leave the other one crying in the wind or breaking the jar.

Compared with those boys from foreign colleges who sit in the corner of the Internet cafe and search for pornographic pictures, the boys from the art department are very lucky. Everyone has their own computer and can use the snail-like speed of the campus network to stay up late to download love action movies, and then exchange them in the computer room openly. U disk.Romantic action movies almost occupy a quarter of the time and energy of boys in the art department of Yuda University. The relationship between men and women born in this atmosphere is basically based on physical likes and dislikes. The kings of the mountains of the major art colleges, they can't wait to sleep with all the beautiful girls they can catch up with.

Because of my almost crazy pursuit of rock music, I had no time to care about others, and soon became the dazzling bachelor in the class.In the first half of the sophomore year, the impoverished students in the mountainous area all had girls, and when they came back from the rented house, they naturally wanted to show off their superiority to the bachelor, standing proudly by the bedside and saying, "Chao, why don't you find a girlfriend? "I said: "It doesn't matter, but it can't make do with it." This sentence quickly spread to the ears of their girlfriends, who were all anxious and called me a bastard.

For a long time, I have had a serious complex of Chinese majors, which may be related to my liking for literature and the fact that several sisters in my family are from Chinese majors.When I first entered Yuda, I joined the literature club of the Chinese department and made friends with a lot of students from the Chinese department, but I got out of the literature club with them in less than half a year.University clubs are as boring as military training. It can only achieve the credits and prestige of one or two people. For most other people, it is just a game for lusting after officials.

In order to keep me, the female editor of the Chinese Department of the club, also out of pity, took the initiative to introduce me to the last single girl in their dormitory.The girl from the Chinese department I was dating had top-notch looks, temperament, and grades. She knew that I was engaged in literary creation in private, and asked to read it. After thinking twice, I gave her a collection of essays containing a description of my life experience. , and then she disappeared.She told me about her life experience. She was born in a small family in a third-tier city. Her father was addicted to gambling in his early years and almost lost his family property. If you want to climb high branches, if you marry a man, you must marry a golden man.Obviously I'm not a gold man, not even a silver man, which really pissed her off.

I asked someone to pass on the message several times, and finally saw her after the practice room of the dance department. At that time, I didn't know the real reason why she gave up on me.Along the way, I asked her why she was like this, she stopped, looked at me bravely and said: "Let's be good friends." I said: "No." She said: "Why are you like this?" I said: " No way." Since then, we have not seen each other again.

(End of this chapter)