My View on College Students' J

My View on College Students' J Perhaps the university in your heart is a garde n paradise with countless dreams, birds and flowers. When the bell of Big Ben rings, the seniors and sisters walk to the teaching building with thin b ooks in their arms, full of bright smiles and beau tiful faces. On the playground, the perfect little sister runs around the circle, and the strong senio rs sweat profusely to show their youth ...
When you were a freshman, all kinds of clubs s pitted and sincerely invited you to join. Seniors k indly help you solve your seemingly difficult but s imple problems, and at the moment of your gratitude , they enthusiastically help you choose the club yo u want to join, which is euphemistically called "su rvival of the fittest".
Half a year later, you have been integrated int o the university life, accustomed to your position in the community, taking pains to solve all kinds of work assigned by ministers with the mentality of being able to work harder, and you are very happ
y to be praised at the weekly meeting, thinking of doing well.
When you were a sophomore, you began to complai n that you didn't study hard before, but you didn' t learn anything useful when you were busy every d ay. Although your grades were flunking and you didn 't fail, you still envied those cutting-edge talents who got scholarships. At this time, you suddenly found that although you had been working hard for a year, you didn't feel free, but now you have no thing to praise.
At this time, you start to be confused, and wh en you ask your parents for monthly living expenses , you start to be ashamed. You begin to envy when you see some people around you making money throu gh part-time jobs, and you begin to regret when yo u see others traveling through their own scholarship s. At this time, you will struggle in your mind: study, community activities, part-time jobs. Unfortuna tely, the best of the three is the second. One ye ar's hard work is unwilling to be in vain. I feel
ashamed if I don't take a part-time job, and I can't do it without studying.
When I was a junior, you began to lament how quickly time passed. Looking back, I found that not hing had been done in the university. All day long , my friends with me envied that a classmate at t he same level had won so many scholarships, that a classmate started a business and made a sum of m oney, etc. At this time, you discovered that you h ad to take the postgraduate entrance examination, so you went out early and came home late every day, working as hard as the high school's "as long as you can't learn to die, learn from the dead", ba sically cutting off all temptations.
Finally, you succeeded in the postgraduate entran ce examination, and now you finally have the braggi ng capital, and your college life is over!。