WHY DO I NOT STUDY HARD   

On the third day of the morning class, the classmate couldn't help asking me: "Why are you so sleepy every day? And when I see you every day, you just seem to wake up from a dim room and the whole person is shrouded in a apathy. I thought you were tired because the military training is too tired, why did you have rest so long but still this look ?” I still can not open my eyes in the tiredness, I heard myself back to a sentence: "I three years of high school every morning I can not open my eyes, accustomed to the rest and could not change." Listening, she leisurely came to a sentence:" That you are really good. "
Do not know why this sentence touched me, the body is still tired, up and down the eyelids glued together, but it seems to have experienced a earthshaking in a flash, time back, and sat in my high school . That is a very important physics exercise class, teacher's left hand holding the test paper, the right hand carrying the chalk, while writing quickly and explaining in detail. But the troubled soul, unable be saved by coffee, mints, and iced water, is helpless to the impassioned speeches of the teacher. I looked at the teacher's mouth up and down, up and down, the frequency is getting slower, my eyes are like being hypnotized slowly closed. Closing the eyes, the surrounding students whispered discussion gradually disappeared, the teacher's voice is like the halfway around the cloud, and like the valley of the Vatican, separated far but still vigorous, clear. This makes me feel guilty once again feeling comfortable to surrender like sleepy. I thought, anyway, I can hear the teacher's voice, I'm not asleep, I just close my eyes and rest for a while. But this idea only appeared in my mind for a moment, the next second, wearing teacher's voice like falling into a different world, disappeared.
n the dark mire, the water-known as drowsiness entangled my ankles. I know that if the struggle, will be in the mire deeper and deeper, the aquatic plants will become entangled more and more tightly, so I give up all resistance, let oneself in the mire slowly sank. Suddenly the sense of weightlessness awakened me, in the head smashed to the table before a moment I woke up, a look up to see wear teacher as before the tone and posture, said some I can hear the brain but temporarily unable to handle the "volt-ampere method of measuring resistance, the Law of Glass ear, special relativity" and other words. I was just glad I was sober for a moment, and the next second found that the so-called sobriety was just a carnival that plunged deeper into darkness. When I felt myself sinking slowly in the mire, I found that the dibon of the feet should be sticky and suddenly crisp. As I pedal empty, through the mire of the cross section, I fall into the other world, it is this moment of fall let me wake up. I did not expect, however, that my landing place in the new world was just another larger and deeper morass.
The unspeakable old God has a glimpse of the truth in the depths of the Nightmare Swamp, and a skeleton-made cat sacrifices its heart.
There is nothing new under the sun.
So again the cycle, time and time again sober, in the deeper swamp. I often feel guilty when I was sleepy, but this fleeting sense of guilt is often lost in the instant I was entangled in the aquatic plants, the moment of complacency to allow themselves to sink. Don't I know how important it is to wear this class? Do I not know how many days away from the college entrance exam? I wonder if that sort of difference in the exam is likely to change my life? Do I not understand the importance of hard work for our class?
But I last weekend told cousin: "You should study hard" , but in the important class sleepy, my behavior is what?
In the new high school, I like many other classmates , eager to a great ambition. I silently set the goal of the college entrance examination expectations in the haert. But since sophomore began, I gradually become lazy, arrogant, arrogant, began to delay the task. Complete and detailed plan to do a copy after another, well-appointed notebook bought a book after another, back the word software under one another, but these things on the treatment of my procrastination does not work. The exquisite plan is used as the ostentatious hand book, the good-looking notebook has become the Bookshelf decoration, the study software has not opened. I hold the phone to tell my parents I want to read courseware, but secretly opened the funny video, the night time on such a trivial video and articles occupy, fierce a rise, already is two o'clock in the morning. That's why I'm sleepy in physics class. But I did not give up directly to study, I also often in physics, math big problem do not come out when anxiety, but this anxiety in a few minutes after the disappearance. In the premium class in the middle and lower reaches, I from the beginning of sadness slowly become complacent, and occasionally complacent.
To the first college entrance examination simulation, my results and expectations are a lot worse, but I do not worry, I always think that time is enough, I still can learn those knowledge points before the college entrance examination. On the afternoon of June 8, when I came out of the examination room, my heart was unexpectedly calm, no joy, no worries, because I knew clearly what my answer was. I also know clearly, why I cavity warm blood gradually cooled, why the empty plan is not to implement, why would prefer to sleep in the important class is not willing to put down the phone late at night. It's all because of the most painful, hateful, distressing flaw-procrastination. I always think there is a lot of time, things can be done tomorrow, but in an instant, I am 18 years old, into the university has become the need to take full legal responsibility for adults. I know, the time is really not much.