The summer of 22 comes quietly with the gradual calming of the epidemic, and people's mood tends to ease during this huge epidemic. From unintentional to hindsight, from fear to calmness. Out of control, helpless, strong, hard-working, moved and admired. One word at a time is like the time spent in the first half of 22. So vivid and vivid. In this special environment, as a college graduate in 22, it was instantly given a different meaning by the majority of netizens. "How miserable are the graduates in 22?" The emergence of topics such as "the first college student who graduated from home in history" has made us prospective graduates start to think about whether we are really "miserable".
But time never goes to stop for a minute because of anyone. Despite the lack of a little sense of ceremony, this year's graduates, who are concerned by netizens, graduated as scheduled.
May 18th, 22:
The liveliness of the dormitory never seems to stop, and the tapping of the keyboard appears and disappears in the random music song list, which is in sharp contrast with the campus in May. The intermittent raindrops brought a coolness to the campus, and prepared to drive away the last trace of irritability for us lucky people. Perhaps it is intended to remind us graduates to cherish the last quiet in these four years of college life. Xiaoxi, who just came back from the water room, gently put the kettle on the ground, but the wet hair made people have some spirit. "What happened to the revision of your paper?" "Soon!" There are still three days before the thesis defense. Constantly check and revise, and the printed documents will pile up the desktop of the dormitory. The group news of the class rings from time to time, announcing that we are going to graduate.
may 21, 22:
? The first ray of sunshine in the morning ran to someone's quilt, and the sudden alarm clock interrupted this tenderness, followed by awakening after a deep sleep. As usual, a new day began, but it had a different taste. There was no class and no sitting. Today is the day of thesis defense. Everyone's face is more or less a little flustered. They hastily packed up their tiredness these days, greeted this important ceremony with their best makeup, and bid farewell to the last cut of their school days with all their respect. The moment I walked out of the defense field, I suddenly remembered something: all the things you thought were difficult at first will end in the end. And those hardships are actually just an episode on the road of life, which is not worth mentioning. Because there will be tomorrow after tomorrow.
May 23, 22:
The ringing of the phone suddenly reminds me, "Hi! The school express delivery to the dormitory downstairs to collect things, we can directly mail back what we want to take back, get up and clean up. " Sasha's voice is as penetrating as before. The school's notice of leaving school is the day after the defense, and I will be ready to leave school tomorrow. Sell everything you can't take away, but those heavy memories can't be dispersed!
? This summer in 22, I graduated and walked out of the campus with unfulfilled ideals and a backpack filled with memories of our youth. Everything is over, and it seems to have just begun. At the first formal class meeting of freshmen, the counselor stood on the podium and said softly, "Students, welcome to another new starting point in life. Four years of college life will be wonderful, but you need to explore patiently. Four years of college life is very short, so short that you feel that you are not ready to open your heart to meet, and you must accept the fact that you are about to graduate. So please cherish it! " But how can we interpret the true meaning of what the teacher said at that time? Just think that everything has just begun, don't worry, let it take its time. But time is passing in a blink of an eye. I remember that in the next semester of junior year, our internship period was advanced. Shortly after the Spring Festival, we each took the train to the internship place. The six-month internship started quietly in the sound of firecrackers. After that, they are busy in strange places. During this time, I never thought that chatting with each other in the dormitory, which I was used to, became an expectation. An occasional video call will be a little surprise after a tiring day. From that moment, I knew it was so hard to cherish, and suddenly found that our college time might really be about to expire. I still remember that every time Xiao Yun called, I always comforted her: "It's okay, we still have one year. When we get back to school, we should eat the food in the school cafeteria. Every time we are free, we will go out to play together and never regret it." But the plan is just a plan, and we are all caught off guard by what happens next. How can you predict the change? The last year is destined to leave regrets.
a senior, a graduate in the teacher's mouth, is an old school sister who can't see the edge in her eyes all her life. The alternation of the future and reality urges us to think, to undertake and to act. Everyone is telling us that you are no longer children, and you are about to face the ever-changing rivers and lakes. Always reflect on yourself. Are you ready? Postgraduate entrance examination, official examination, job fair, interview, thesis, graduation, etc. These words constitute the reality and future of every senior graduate. We are also involved in this torrent without exception, and there is no retreat. In front of the library at 6 am, the canteen at 12 noon, the study room in the afternoon and the dormitory at 1 pm. This is all the memory points about my senior year. This year, "graduation" is the most sensitive word we think. The original plans were not completed, but were replaced by countless times that my roommates informed me that I occupied the study seat on my mobile phone, and the back of helping me buy food in the cafeteria at noon and waiting for me to come. Life was hard, but I knew I was happy at that time.
As for my alma mater, I think I hate her. I have been emotional since my freshman year. I am disappointed with the environmental construction of my alma mater and the strict rules and regulations of my alma mater. I complain that I didn't go to college, but another senior three. I remember the incomprehensible rehearsal of the radio exercise, the mandatory seating arrangement, the difficult voting to contact relatives, the thrilling dormitory inspection every week, and the strange rules that there should be no garbage in the trash can and nothing on the table. All kinds of tedious activities make us tired as freshmen and sophomores. But such hatred was washed away by the tolerance of his alma mater. I admire her very much, because at the last moment I left her, I was convinced that I loved her and was full of reluctance and gratitude. I am grateful for the wisdom she has given me in the past four years, accompanied me to grow up, and gave me the most precious friendship. I don't give up the four years I spent with her. I don't know if I will bring some pride to my alma mater in the future, but now I am proud of her. I will continue to move forward with everything she has given me, and I will live bravely.
? We finally graduated. Although there was no formal graduation ceremony under the great epidemic, I think maybe each of us has given ourselves a grand graduation ceremony in our hearts, just in different ways. The day before we left, my roommates and I sold the textbooks in the dormitory that we once thought were expensive to the uncle downstairs at the cheapest price. We lament the difference between the haggling over the price of school textbooks at the beginning and the cheap sale now. Sigh our time wasted, sigh our ridiculous move: we ate a relatively satisfactory graduation meal with the money we finally sold books. But anyway, it's our graduation ceremony. No ceremony platform, no audience, no flowers. There is wine, food, laughter and each other. There is no such thing as a banquet that must come to an end. Let's drink today to the future! From now on, the soldiers are divided into different ways, and I look forward to meeting you at the peak!
? Some people say that graduation is a heavy verb, others say that graduation is an unforgettable noun, but graduation is not an adjective that tears when moved. Once we graduated, we were spectators, but this year, we became the protagonists. Today's weather is very good. There is no class today. We can do what we want, without worrying about the teacher's sudden roll call, preparing difficult homework and getting up early, but we will have no class in the future!