There was a night in my senior year of high school when I couldn't review any more. I lay down on the bed, wrote and drew on a piece of scratch paper, and actually completed a "Grade 3 Year Table". It records all the big and small things that happened in the senior year of high school, such as the 100-day swearing-in meeting and forgetting the use of vectors in April. It was as if I had written the outline of my memoir, and I could forget the rest of it in a refreshing mood.
Let's complete it after the college entrance examination, I said to myself with satisfaction.
It was of course not completed later. The summer vacation of the senior year of high school passed by like the summer vacation of the third year of junior high school. I can no longer write sentences like "It has been seven days since the college entrance examination." However, now I cannot rush back to the university, wrap up the past with the busyness of the student union, and move forward as easily as possible. Although typing out these words on a computer is a bit nerve-wracking, I wanted to leave a small opening and let the story flow out on its own.
So I look back at the beginning of all stories at the end of the New Year. That was indeed May 20, 2018.
Purpose: Past medical history: Delusional anxiety syndrome