Class 38, also known as Class 8 of Grade 38, is called Class 38 mainly because of its bad taste. Hee hee, who makes us love the big picture! ! (38 Is not guilty!!!); 38 Is the nickname we give to our classmates (I guess not many of them like it - -). Essays, that is, written casually for fun, record the changes in my mood as I grow up in Class 38. This is an extremely gorgeous part of precious youth.
Everyone was young once. As for youth, I think everyone is more emotional about the perishability of youth. They always feel that they have not had enough fun, and youth has passed by silently. Perhaps, only we will understand it when we grow up. This feeling should be something that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.
A small documentary about Class 38, sister is here!