High School Essay | Youthful Memories, Precious Recollections
Whether it's the magic of time, a snap of the fingers, time flies, and years pass quickly, like a white horse galloping past. '2017-2020' train finally arrived at the station, the freshman life was coming to an end. Reflecting on my three years of junior high school, it was a mix of sweet, bitter, sour, and salty – a full spectrum of emotions. It was the sight of the sun rising and setting over the mornings and evenings, year after year, hearing the calls of birds and the chirping of cicadas in spring and autumn. Despite the seemingly mundane passage of time, it was made extraordinary by countless beautiful people and things. It turns out, recalling memories is so unforgettable, and I want to treasure them all.
When I first entered the new class group, my shy and introverted personality, combined with self-doubt, left me feeling lost and confused, unable to express myself or maintain relationships. I was afraid of the strange looks and judgments of others, worried about what they might say about me. I preferred to hide in my comfort zone, as if the bustling environment had nothing to do with me, like two separate worlds – me and them.
However, my shortcomings in personality didn't affect my interest and goals in learning. I worked hard in academics, and my excellent grades attracted the attention of teachers and classmates who had previously overlooked the quiet and taciturn me. Gradually, I became a frequent questioner in class, and my still-tense brain, when faced with easy problems, was replaced by calm and fluid answer strategies. When I sat down in the teacher's approving gaze and the applause of my classmates, the sticky sweat on my palms turned into a familiar feeling, but the inner satisfaction and accomplishment gave me a sense of security and relief.
During my spare time, classmates began to 'ask for help,' and I overcame my usual nervousness and anxiety when dealing with others, trying to appear calm and composed. After several times, I no longer needed to build up my psychological defenses when answering questions from classmates. When faced with their 'ah!' moment of realization, I readily replied, thanked them, and smiled nonchalantly. Watching them turn and leave – this must be the feeling of mutual achievement, a seed of confidence quietly taking root and growing in my heart.
After so many questions and answers, I was familiar with the subject matter, and my relationships with my classmates had become more harmonious. When everyone gathered together, chatting and laughing, I no longer felt as restrained and anxious as when I first arrived, and I often joined in, with laughter filling the everyday life of the school campus. This resulted in several genuine friendships. Together, we participated in collective activities, shared joy, confided worries, and told stories of daily life, often laughing heartily without caring about our appearance. It was like this is the way campus life should be.
Walking along the shaded path in the school, the air was damp with moisture after the rain, and the branches of the dense, green, and tender leaves were faintly visible with traces of raindrops. The world seemed to have been reborn. And I, finally became a new me, confident, calm, and positive. I was still me, but with more confidence and a stronger sense of self. The rainy world finally showed a rainbow.
Between day and night, there is light, swallowing darkness and dispelling gloom. The sky is clear and vast, the sun is shining brightly, bathing in warmth, embracing the world, and turning to greet a new life.
And all of this, which propelled me to face the wind and embrace the sun, urged me to start anew, was the sedimentation of time and years, and more importantly, the care and warm smiles of teachers and classmates in their spare time. They decorated my dull three years, sweetened my teenage years, and my ordinary life became extraordinary.
Three years of accumulation, I have completely transformed. It was you who gave me courage and confidence. Time flies, and years pass quickly, and the happy freshman life is coming to an end. Even though we are about to 'part ways' and embark on different journeys, there is one thing that will always remain in our hearts – the unforgettable memories that we will always cherish and treasure.
Source: Baidu Zhihu
