Yesterday morning, after finishing the last exam, the clock struck nine-thirty, which meant that my first year of high school had officially come to an end. The first year of high school, filled with tears, laughter, pain, and exhilaration, had finally drawn to a close. Looking back now, I realize that I have once again spent a year being completely carefree and learned nothing well. No matter what aspect I look at, I seem to have been quite a failure. Well, so be it. It doesn’t matter. Live however makes you happy, and live as freely as you can. Life lasts only a few short decades, so what could be more important than being happy yourself? (Actually, there are things that are, such as TA.) As long as you are happy, what else is there that you cannot get through?

In my first year of high school, we were divided into different classes, and I chose the science track. Actually, the reason I chose science wasn’t because I was good at any particular subject (I like Li); I simply liked science very much. I thought that what awaited me next would be countless mathematical formulas, laws of physics, and chemical reactions. Fortunately, I’m very steady in biology, so I won’t have much pressure in that subject. Over the next two years, I’ll probably devote more of my attention to mathematics and English, after all, these two subjects are easy to score points in (but so difficult to learn). I won’t give up on physics and chemistry either; I’ll just focus a little more on studying them.

I really miss all the brothers and sisters in Class 15 of my first year of high school, who were as warm as family, and I also feel attached to the scheming and intrigues of Class 24 of my first year of high school. During the first half of the school year, I experienced warmth; during the second half, I came to understand human nature. Although the memories you left me with are both good and bad, they will all be sealed away deep in my memories. I guess that even if we meet again decades from now, I will still smile at you. I’m really looking forward to it—I truly don’t want to say goodbye.

There are still fifty days of vacation. I wish myself a happy holiday.