I remember that I didn't live in school at that time and went home every day. So I have an hour and a half to go home for dinner every noon. Compared with the students who live in the school, I am already very happy, because they don't have a day card and can't leave the school. To what extent did I indulge in online games? One and a half hours at noon, after school, it takes half an hour to go home for dinner, and then go to the Internet cafe by bike for another hour. After 9: 00 p.m., I will go to the evening self-study class and play for another hour. Usually in class, I will draw some characters and equipment in the game on the textbook, and calculate the gold coins needed for the experience and skills needed for upgrading.
At that time, we had a day and a half off every half month. Half a day before the holiday, my heart has flown to the internet cafe, and the whole person is absent-minded. From morning self-study to the fourth class, every class feels like suffering, and I am counting the time. In order to pass the time, I usually buy some story-telling newspapers in the first half of the holiday and pass the time while reading in class. When the bell rang in the fourth class, I sat in the back row, but because no one had a mobile phone at that time, even Internet cafes had just become popular in our place, so I often went late without a computer and had to wait for a long time. Holiday time is precious. At that time, I thought, I can't delay this precious time, I want to use it all to surf the Internet.
Our head teacher found that I was addicted to Internet. He once said in class that my eyes were dull in class and I was in an emotional state all day. He said that online games are very toxic to me, and that I pursue the illusory level skills of characters in virtual games all day. But back to reality, what is your academic performance? It is not an exaggeration to say that you are at the bottom. What skills do you have? Nothing. What's the point of pursuing these things every day? Although he worked hard, he couldn't wake up my spoony heart and pull me ashore. He can only look at my listless body sitting in the classroom every day and sigh silently.
My family also knows that I am addicted to online games, and they try their best to limit my pocket money every day and block me in the Internet cafe, but all these are useless. If I have less money, I can surf the internet without eating and block me in the internet bar. I can always change Internet cafes. Anyway, in the high school years, as long as it was a holiday, I was almost not at home, and I went to the Internet cafe after dinner.
Senior three is crazy. I rented a private house next to the school in partnership with several classmates. I lied to my family that the college entrance examination was coming this semester. In order to save time, I went to live in the school, and then told the school that I was studying for a day, so I had a whole night. I go to Internet cafes almost every night and sleep at school during the day. I remember that in the last month of the college entrance examination, I was so sleepy that I didn't even go to night school and fell asleep in the Internet cafe. Later, the class teacher flew into a rage because the college entrance examination was coming. He was afraid that I would influence other students, so he threw all my books and desks outside the classroom, found my parents and drove me home. That month, I was kept at home for a whole month, and my family pressured me to study by myself every day, but my heart was still in the Internet cafe, and I didn't mean to study at all. Finally, the college entrance examination results came out. As you can imagine, I did badly in the exam. My family asked me to repeat it, but I was too absorbed in the game and finally didn't agree.
I once heard a story about a rural student who was addicted to Internet addiction. In his sophomore year, he climbed over the school wall in the middle of the night to go to the Internet cafe. Just as he climbed to the top of the wall to jump, he suddenly seemed to see something, and then turned and ran back to the dormitory. From then on, he studied hard and was finally admitted to a satisfactory university. Later, his classmates asked him what he saw that night and gave him so much energy. He said bluntly that he met his old father and planned to send him some money the next day. Because it was very late to enter the city from the countryside, in order to save some accommodation expenses, he sat under the wall outside the school with his eyes closed all night, and this scene happened to be seen by him who was about to climb over the wall to surf the Internet. He was deeply moved, quit Internet addiction, concentrated on his studies, and finally rewarded his father with his grades.
I think his father's night is very worthwhile. We often say that the prodigal son never changes his money. He saved the prodigal son's heart that night. But at the beginning, I was also a prodigal son like him. Although teachers and parents kept educating me, I didn't come back, but went further and further in the pleasure and satisfaction brought by the virtual world.
Later, I bid farewell to high school and have been working since I became an adult. I often dream about my high school days, and I neglected them for three years. I dreamed of my head teacher, my parents, and what they taught me. I was under pressure to study hard and prepare for the college entrance examination. Every time I wake up, I'm sweating and terrified. I searched the internet and said that it might be because I left some regrets at that time, or because the college entrance examination was too stressful at that time, and I still wanted to make up for this past in my subconscious, so I often dreamed about things in that period.
Regarding regret, I looked it up in the dictionary, and the dictionary explained that we failed to accomplish what we could satisfy, and we deeply regret it. One of my high school history teachers once said that if he had to go back in time and make a new choice, he would definitely return to high school. It was an era full of passion and struggle. Although he was tired every day, it was the most unforgettable and proud time in his life. As a student at first, I couldn't understand it. At first, I thought he was ill. If I had a choice, I would definitely choose a university. Although I didn't go to college at that time, I was imagining how comfortable it was to play games online every day in college. But now I want to make the same choice as him.
However, everyone's life is a one-way ticket and no one can get a round-trip ticket. From birth, time flies away like an arrow. No matter how sorry we are, we cannot change it. We can only grasp the precious time and life at this moment.
Finally, I just want to tell you through my own case, try to make our lives less regrettable, because time can't go back.