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2002年，我小学毕业上初中有两个选择：一个是当地乡中学，一个是县城私立实验中学。
私立中学刚开办，第一届招生，作了很大推广宣传，引起了家长们的广泛关注，“优质的师资力量”和“封闭式军事化教育”赫然醒目。报名那会我爸妈叫我先报名，考不考得上再说。其实那时候我一家人心里都知道就是报下名，不用报名费，也不用另外参加考试，毕业成绩作为入学筛选条件，一个农民家庭是上不起学费高昂的私立学校的。我报了名，大部分同学也都报了名，也都大概这么想：要是录取了，没钱大不了不上。
私立学校第一届招生12个班，一个班大概50名学生，也就是说，六年级期末考试成绩在报了名的学生中排名前600名就能被录取。我作为一个成绩在班里排名一直前三的学校大队长，考上这个私立学校的可能性是极大的。
毕业的暑假里，还在家里帮忙干农活的我不出意外的收到了这所私立中学的录取通知书，当时也没在意，反正家里没钱去读。我爸妈倒是辗转难眠了：乡里中学好的老师都被这所私立学校“挖”走了。他俩背着我开始翻箱倒柜（就差砸锅卖铁了），在盘算到底要不要让我读私立学校。
在回复学校是否接受录取的最后期限日，我爸竟然坐班车去了县城到了这所学校，下了决心要让我读，还交上了分期付款的第一期学费！回来后告诉我说：不能做对不起我的事！我感动到差点掉眼泪！毕竟内心真实的想法是：如果家里有钱，有条件去读这所私立学校是最好的。
接着做上这所私立学校的各种准备，要开始过上“背井离乡”的生活了。买新的牙膏、牙刷、毛巾，水搁子（客家话，口杯的意思）等生活用品和木制箱子（行李箱）等。
开学那天我爸借了当时还在街上开修摩托车店的大表哥那辆上了牌子，能合法进城的摩托车，骑车四十多公里，送我到了学校，从此我走出生活了15年的农村，过上了远离家乡，远离父母的独立求学生活。开始慢慢开阔眼界，见识了高于三层楼的住宅房，认识了来自各乡镇，说着稍稍不同的客家话的同学们，体验了三年“军纪严明”的封闭式军事化、多媒体化的校园生活。一个乳臭未干的农村放牛娃，开始接触到不同乡镇和县城的思想和语言文化，在这个学习氛围极其良好的环境下顺利的度过了三年的初中生涯，在结束初中生涯的最后一天还挣了人生中第一桶金，50块巨款。
2005年6月份中考考完那天，把同学们不要的书本搬去卖了，挣了50块！用这第一桶金约上盆友们下了馆子撮了一顿，以庆祝中考顺利考完，上一中估计没问题。（确实顺利考上了一中）
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记得初二还是初三的一天，美术老师的一堂课：让我们闭住眼睛，想象十年后的自己是个什么样子，做什么工作？
我当时紧闭双眼，努力想象自己想成为的样子：西装革履，昂首挺胸的走在大街上（什么工作没想象到）。即使图像在脑海里不太清晰，但确实是这么想象的。老师还点名叫了几个同学回答自己想象十年后的自己是个什么样子。没点到我的名字，如果点到我的名字，我一定是如实回答：西装革履，昂首挺胸走在大街上（事实是在还不到十年，在2011年10月份左右的时候我就过上了当时现象中的样子：西装革履走在大街上。是段悲惨的经历！在工作职业经历的回忆中我将详细描述。）。不知道当时同学们听了会不会笑。
这是我在这所私立学校记忆最深、也是受益最深的一堂课，没有之一！
遗憾的是：我努力回忆了多次，美术老师的名字还是没能记起来。
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In 2002, I graduated from elementary school and had two choices in junior high school: one was a local township middle school and the other was a county private experimental middle school.
The private middle school has just started, the first enrollment has made a lot of promotion and publicity, which has aroused widespread concern of parents. The "quality teachers" and "closed militarized education" are striking. When I sign up, my parents will ask me to register first. I won’t be able to test it. In fact, at that time, my family knew that they would sign the name, do not need to register fees, and do not need to take another test. Graduation scores are used as screening conditions for admission. A farmer's family cannot afford a private school with high tuition fees. I signed up, and most of my classmates also signed up, and they probably thought about it: If they were admitted, they wouldn’t be able to make a big deal.
The first class of private schools enrolled 12 classes, and a class of about 50 students, that is to say, the sixth grade final exam results in the top 600 students can be accepted. As a school captain who has consistently ranked in the top three in the class, the possibility of being admitted to this private school is enormous.
During the summer vacation, I was still at home to help with the farm work. I received the admission notice from this private high school without any accident. I didn't care at the time. I didn't have money to read at home. My parents are still sleepless: the good teachers in the middle school are “digging” away from this private school. The two of them started carrying me and rummaging (I sold the iron in the pot), wondering if I should read the private school.
On the deadline for responding to whether the school accepted the admission, my dad actually took the shuttle bus to the county town and went to the school. I made up my mind to let me read it, and I also handed in the first tuition fee for the installment payment! When I came back, I told me: I can't do anything sorry for me! I was moved to almost tears! After all, the real thought inside is: If you have money at home, it is best to have the conditions to read this private school.
Then I will be prepared for this private school, and I will begin my life of “going away from home”. Buy new toothpaste, toothbrush, towel, water storage (Hakka, mouth), and other daily necessities and wooden boxes (luggage).
On the day of school, my dad borrowed a big cousin who was still on the street to build a motorcycle shop. The motorcycle that legally entered the city, riding more than 40 kilometers, sent me to school, and I walked out of life. In the countryside for 15 years, I have lived away from my hometown and away from my parents' independent study. I began to slowly broaden my horizons, saw more than three-story residential houses, and met with students from all towns and villages who spoke slightly different Hakka dialects. They experienced three years of "military discipline and strict closed military miliation and multimedia." Campus life. A rural cowboy who has not been dry and has begun to come into contact with the thoughts and language culture of different towns and counties. He has successfully passed the junior high school career for three years in an environment with excellent learning atmosphere, and earned the last day of his junior high school career. The first bucket of gold in life, 50 huge sums.
On the day of the final exam in June 2005, I moved the books that my classmates did not want to sell and earned 50 pieces! With this first bucket of gold, the friends of the basin went to the restaurant to smash a meal to celebrate the successful completion of the senior high school entrance examination. The last one was estimated to be no problem. (Surely passed a middle school)
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I remember the first day of the second day or the third day of the third day, a lesson for the art teacher: Let us close our eyes and imagine what it is like after ten years. What kind of work?
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what I wanted to be like: a suit and a sneaker, walking up the street with a head-on (what job didn't imagine). Even if the image is not clear in my mind, it is indeed imagined. The teacher also named a few students to answer what they imagined after ten years. I didn't know my name. If I click on my name, I must answer it truthfully: in a suit and a suit, I walked up the street with my head. (The fact is that it is less than ten years, when I was around October 2011, I was I went through the phenomenon of the time: the suits and shoes walked on the street. It was a tragic experience! I will describe in detail in the memories of my professional career experience.). I don't know if the students would laugh when they heard it.
This is the most memorable and most rewarding lesson in this private school. No one!
Unfortunately: I tried hard to remember many times, and the name of the art teacher still could not be remembered.
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