But after the interview, I waited for a long time, and I said I was not happy at all when I was admitted. I just felt cold, and then I thought it was like this.
There is nothing to celebrate and nothing to be proud of.
The interview was held in Shanghai, and my best friend C accompanied me. Along the way, she helped me book air tickets and hotels, and she accompanied me through the complicated subway in Shanghai.
On the way back, she smiled and said to me, why do I feel like taking my children to Shanghai? I had to lean on her with a fake smile and say, let you feel the taste of being a mother in advance.
On the day of the interview, although there was some sunshine in Shanghai, the weather was particularly cold. We were all messy in the demon wind and shivering with cold.
I'm in a bad state. I didn't understand any of the English questions asked by the teacher during the interview, and it was useless to introduce myself for a long time. I can't answer any of your favorite English questions in American TV series.
It's completely a state of compulsion, and I don't know whether it's nervousness or something, but I always feel that this is not the real me. Later, my teacher kept asking me why I studied logistics management, but I applied for electronic publishing. I have nothing to say about such a problem.
I just said something similar, like a very timid person. But I can tell them my dream clearly. It can be said that I just want to do something in this line. I lack theory, and I want to learn it well.
But I didn't have anything to do at that time, and then they came to me to talk about my specialty. I said reflexively that I couldn't even sing and dance, and the teachers all laughed. Later they asked me if I had written anything, and I thanked them.
They said: then you say that your writing is good.
I shook my head and said, this is not a specialty.
I really didn't think good writing was my specialty at that time, but was my writing really good? Now, I don't know if I really have this attribute, or if I can really go further on the road of literature.
I almost wanted to cry when I walked out of the office. However, I still want to cry, and my best friend C comforted me. At that time, I felt that this was how I left Shanghai.
But still unwilling, so a group of people just stood at the door of the office, waiting from 2 pm until 5: 30 pm. We were shivering in front of the unprotected office.
And my best friend c stayed with me like this. Although I didn't have any patience during the period, I was still very moved to look at her. At this time, it is really warm to have her.
We have known each other since freshman year, and we have known each other for eight years now. Such a long day, I witnessed her love, her troubles all the way, it seems that the days are actually quite short.
Later, the seniors in the same department comforted me on QQ, saying that I usually don't brush people when I volunteer, and my heart is practical. The senior offered to give me a meal card and go to the canteen to eat, but I refused, but the warmth of such a stranger eased my lost heart.
Then the teacher came and said, don't keep us waiting. I didn't come out until 7: 30 in the evening.
So, we went to Lamian Noodles to eat noodles, and my best friend C was accused by my mother that she would not go to work tomorrow, which actually made me feel guilty. Because she is going back today, she will go to work tomorrow. But because it was too late, we decided to stay in Shanghai for another night.
It's almost ten years since I last went to Shanghai. There was no subway in Hangzhou at that time. My mother and relatives and I went to Shanghai by train, went to the Science Park, went to the Oriental Pearl and went to the Bund.
At that time, I felt that Shanghai was really a mysterious metropolis and I longed for it. But this time I went to Shanghai and visited some places such as Nanjing Street, and I always felt that this was all. I don't seem to like a city like Shanghai that much, because here, it's a strange smell and I don't feel at home.
Half past seven is a long time, but I still arrived. My comprehensive score is the fourth from the bottom. I think I was pulled too low in the interview. But it's over, and I'm not happy at all. I just feel so good that I can go back and have a good sleep. It's too cold.
I'm so confused about the future for the first time. Before I get my grades, I think if I fail, I will take the accounting exam next year. When you are admitted to your parents' favorite major, you don't have to worry about whether you really like editing or not, and you don't have to worry about this illusory dream.
However, in retrospect, since September, the days in the library have been so full from morning till night. At that time, because of the postgraduate entrance examination, I left the new media of Tangyuan, and there were also small e sauces encouraging me along the way, and some authors encouraged me.
I still remember what Mr. Enron Sauce, Mr. Xiaoye Sauce and many friends told me, which probably means, Yang Yang, you don't know, but you are very suitable for editing. Because of your responsibility, we will feel safe following you.
At that moment, I had this idea. Should I live for myself once? Give it a try.
I wrote about myself in the forget-me-not book or in my previous editorial diary, but every moment is not accidental or purposeless.
Sometimes I feel that I am actually quite naive and have no idea how cruel the reality is and how difficult it is to do what I like.
Many chicken soups say that you learn what your parents want you to learn, and you do what your parents want you to do. What dreams do you talk about?
Poor grades, stupid brain. So of course I didn't get into the undergraduate course. At that time, my parents said your mother was an accountant. Learn accounting and follow your mother.
I didn't refuse, and I did well in college. However, by chance, I went to 17K. Although I am an online network editor, I do the work of pulling people. At that time, I was posting private messages and looking for someone in the group. I didn't feel tired at all. Although I knew the author at that time, I have almost no contact now.
But I really appreciate their trust in me at that time. I left 17K because my parents wanted to take an undergraduate course, because I felt that there was no undergraduate diploma in this society.
So I gave up and went to the library to study, but I was not good at math and didn't do well on the day of the exam, so I went to the penultimate volunteer. I was not admitted to the accounting major required by my parents, let alone to the University of Finance and Economics.
At that time, my relationship with my father was rather tense. I stayed in the dormitory, crying all day, afraid to go home, and scared every day. It seems that faith is completely destroyed. She listened to the sky again and again.
Later, Wenda came to ask me that the editor-in-chief of 17K went to Tangyuan, a writing APP, and asked me if I was interested in taking a part-time job.
I went in a daze. Also in 17K, I met boss, who has always felt very NB. Thank you for your guidance. Although the boss doesn't talk to me much now, I just say congratulations on his passing the exam. But his story really makes me feel that there seems nothing wrong with pursuing my dreams.
In the creation of dumplings, I seem to have found something I like. I like to dig up good works in glutinous rice balls every day, like their joy when I add them, and like their hard work.
They are all excellent, but they all lack some opportunities. I want to give them some opportunities.
Yesterday, Enron sauce appeared again, saying that she was a little depressed these days. Because of some things, she felt suspicious and almost gave up, but fortunately, she didn't give up and still worked hard at writing. I always thought that she was one of the writers I knew who wrote with great care.
I have interviewed several companies, one of which is a novel with female frequency on the net, which I think is a sign of buyout. I don't like it, because I don't want to be overwhelmed by this boring data all day. I refused.
The other is the mobile client reading APP. I like the atmosphere inside, but it's my father because it's too far away.
It's been a week since graduation interview. I work in a well-known local forum, where I have seen more reading than I have seen before. Because it seems that an article on WeChat can easily reach tens of thousands, and it also witnessed the data of 10w+. I feel very proud. ...
Part of my task is to write advertising copy, sometimes I am very upset, so I can write it vividly and well, but every time I write it like a rookie.
But in fact, sometimes, I am not happy. I don't hate this job. I even thought I liked it at that time, but now it seems that I am getting farther and farther away from my dream. It's true that I work in new media, but where are my favorite novels?
Is it going to be abandoned? But what about my dream?
My parents want me to take an examination of civil servants, associations and establishment. I was so disgusted at that time, but as I grew up, it seemed not bad. Maybe we can try. ...
Am I really skinned by reality? So I really can't write that kind of inspirational article, and I can't write that kind of article telling you to try and fight for your dreams.
It's no big deal. I'm still an inferior person. But at least I still have some sense of accomplishment, so I am very grateful to myself today and want to tell myself that I will believe in myself in the future.