It's despairing to hear that wake-up call every morning. The bed was cold all night, and I was woken up twice by the cold in the middle of the night. I finally managed to warm myself up and was woken up again.
The cloth quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, the wash water has been as cold as iron for many years, and the mop rod has been as cold as iron for many years. When the water in the dormitory hits your face, you can smell a strong smell of disinfectant and an inexplicable odor.
If it happens that I am on duty, I will quickly smash the frozen mop to make it softer, and then soak it in some water and mop the floor.
Greasy hair in winter is the most disgusting. It is inconvenient to wash your hair in winter, and it is even more inconvenient in a dormitory. High school students use their brains a lot and get oily hair very quickly. It only takes two days without washing their hair to get a big oily head.
The greasy hair was frozen hard by the cold wind, making it itchy, cold and hard. When I went to the teaching building in the morning, it was still dark, the north wind was blowing, and the three hairs on my head were curled up, and the biting chill was trying to get into my school uniform.
Whenever this happens, I will raise my head——
"Why isn't this semester over yet?!"
Record the three-year trajectory of a high school student.
Maybe my growth is spent in every unresolved moment.
This is a diary that perhaps no one will read. I would like to commemorate my three years in high school.
Purpose: commemorate youth
