This is the diary of a person who has no talent or enthusiasm for scientific research. It is all about complaining and relieving stress. The main thing is the classes I take every day, what I eat, and who I meet. It is inevitable for embarrassing people to be embarrassed. What I hate most is talking in front of others. My hands shake when I introduce myself. I have been nervous since I was a child. I am a representative of extreme inferiority complex and pessimism. . . I hope the article can develop in the direction of prose, so be it.
Intention: Try your best without seeking to be heard.