My first day in junior high school was very confusing, fast, and ridiculous.
The girls' dormitory in our school is on the fourth floor, and the boys' dormitory is downstairs. The first and second floors are the canteens.
After I sent my luggage to the dormitory, I said to my father, "I'm going to see the classroom." After that, I ran out.
Our school is very small. The distance between the teaching building and the dormitories is about 200 meters.
The first grade of junior high school was on the third floor. I believed that with my grades, it would not be a problem to enter the third or fourth classes. But what I never expected was that I was assigned to the first class.
After watching the classroom, I ran back to the dormitory. Speechless, another large-scale social death scene is coming.
I thought I ran to 405 in the women's dormitory on the fourth floor, but I ended up in 305 in the men's dormitory.
I just stared at everything blankly, thinking: This is wrong! This is not my bed sheet, quilt, pillowcase! What's going on? Also, what the hell is a boy showing up in this girl's dormitory? And why are you still looking at me while holding back your smile?
I was in a confused and stupid state at that time. I thought for a moment and then ran out in embarrassment. It was a large social death scene! There is more than one person! It's all over and I'm embarrassed and I'm going to grandma's house. Where are the seams? Let me dig in.
Purpose: Understanding depression