My academic performance has not been very proficient since I was a child. Elementary calculations involving addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division were repeated, yet few were accurate; Chinese pinyin was learned repeatedly, but it took a considerable amount of time to recognize it; even in aesthetic education courses such as music, I was admonished by the teacher for my lack of musicality. I cannot fathom why, but during that period, I resembled a dauntless unicorn with exceedingly limited aptitude. Despite the hardships each day presented, I remained sanguine, engaging in a clandestine competition with myself, firmly convinced that I was the most formidable warrior.
As I matured, a clearer understanding of the world gradually dawned upon me. Although I barely managed to pass elementary school, my ineptitude became more apparent in junior high school. I still failed to comprehend what I should have grasped, consistently making errors in areas where comprehension was crucial. At an age when every child exhibited idiosyncrasies, I remained stationary, akin to a long-neglected sculpture devoid of any restorative touches. No one was willing to reinvigorate my spirit.
I believed that I was inept at academics, but to my astonishment, I excelled in the high school entrance examination. Happiness arrived suddenly. That year, I surpassed the threshold and gained admission to high school. Not a single point exceeded the mark, nor did any fall short. If it were not for that unforeseen “No Ji Lai,” I doubt any marvelous tales would have unfolded, let alone the emergence of a bright and untainted young man who could live his youth so vividly and fervently.
Upon entering high school, I gradually freed myself from the realm of the “ignorant child.” Although my path was meandering, it consistently led toward a promising future. In my initial days of high school, a new class committee was formed. Given that the labor committee members were primarily responsible for arduous and menial tasks, everyone unanimously decided to forgo the campaign. As an audacious and unafraid newcomer, I yearned to challenge this notion, bravely raising my hand before all. Consequently, I secured the foremost position on the class committee in my academic journey.
During the days when I served as a labor committee member, I bore a weighty responsibility. I diligently engaged in morning cleaning with sanitary tools, vigorously assessed the cleanliness of the classroom, and urged my peers to promptly complete their weekly diaries…Thus, our class thrived throughout the semester. The school’s sanitation condition was superb, and owing to my earnestness and sense of duty, I was gloriously showcased on the “Model Student” page of the school’s bulletin board. No one could have fathomed that I, who had never excelled academically and always silently followed the crowd, would gradually evolve into an exemplar for others.
The pursuit of becoming a “model student” also roused me from a deep slumber, for I believed that an individual bearing that title must exhibit exceptional academic performance. That afternoon, I composed myself and organized my books. I commenced transforming myself into an attentive English class participant. Despite the subject matter still shrouded in ambiguity, I remained resolute in piercing through the fog and reaching the starlit expanse at the culmination of my aspirations.
Once I donned my glasses, I ascended from the depths of mediocrity to the middle and upper echelons of the class. The flora and fauna on campus transformed from withered specimens to towering entities, while the sunlight gracing the textbooks shifted from filling the pages to crowning the headers. Seated by the classroom window, I silently basked in the warmth of time. During this period, I witnessed the dawn at half-past five and reveled in the moonlight during midnight hours, cherishing every individual who exerted themselves in the pursuit of time.
Life is invariably equitable. Subsequently, my examination essays garnered high scores and were lauded as model compositions by teachers. At times, they were published in the school newspaper for fellow students to admire. Owing to my ceaseless flow of imaginative ideas, I was selected to join the science interest group and represented the school, securing a bronze medal in the provincial competition. I also garnered accolades for the class during the sports event…Reflecting upon it now, amidst the profound darkness of night, there will always be luminous patches and resplendent moments, merely requiring time to settle.
Growth is a process of serene anticipation. There has never existed a “feeble-minded child” in this world. There is no need to be overly anxious or disheartened. Simply progress briskly, while awaiting the realization that tomorrow will indeed be radiant, bereft of tempestuous winds or rain, and you shall revel in happiness. Embrace your own unicorn-like essence, unafraid and resilient, akin to a mighty warrior.