My most memorable experience. Because I was born in a remote rural area, my material conditions are very poor and I rarely have pocket money. When I was in second grade, we changed to a math teacher, a very amiable female teacher. I liked this teacher very much, but the teacher didn't pay attention to me. Later, the teacher assigned homework. When it was time to hand in the homework, the monitor did not hand it in. The teacher asked him: Why didn't you hand in the homework? He said: I didn’t have an exercise book, so our teacher took a dollar from his bag and gave it to the monitor to buy a notebook and come back to do his homework. I was very sad, if only the teacher would treat me like this. Then I made up my mind to study hard and make the teacher like me. Later in elementary school, I ranked among the top three in the class every year. Although I didn't get a "reward" from the teacher, the school would issue certificates to the top three every year. After I graduated from college and started working, that first memory started to mess up my life, because in the memory I would be rewarded for my hard work. When I first started working, I was very serious and responsible. Even when I got home, I was still thinking about work. I persisted for a year, but I didn’t get the recognition I wanted. Then I couldn't stand it anymore. I was more and more afraid of going to work every day, and I even wanted to quit my job several times. During that time, I almost collapsed. Although with the help of my friends, the situation got much better. But that memory still affects me now subtly.