Sometimes it seems that the time has passed too fast, and there are not many memories of the past. The university life is coming to an end, and I am going to be a senior. I am very depressed. There are 47 people in the class, more than 30 students have taken the postgraduate entrance exam, and almost all the girls have taken the exam. In fact, I think about my college life and I have had a very poor experience. I also took a few lessons. First, I would like to declare that, I am in a very ordinary second school, and I am also a medical school. Our Major may be an accessory set up by our school to achieve a certain purpose, and we became the victim of this accessory. I have no memories of my freshman year. I am also very depressed. I feel that although I have learned a lot, I feel very tired in college, I did not learn well, nor did I have a good time. When others in the dormitory regard computers as game machines, I am still writing my code and doing my graphic design, so far.
Now I think about what I have learned in the past few years. I felt ashamed of myself. I learned C in my freshman year and last semester. I didn't know how to do it at that time. I didn't seem to have seen any computers before I went to college, the final exam was so vague. In the first half of the semester, we opened the C # Professional Course. I was very interested, but now I think about what the teacher taught me, it's really hard to say. It's basically the use of some controls that involve object-oriented things. I haven't even mentioned it, so I still can't tell the class exactly by the end of the examination, interface ..... in this semester, we also opened static Web pages. In the sophomore year, we opened ASP. I am very interested in it. I learned it for half a semester, but I soon discovered that, ASP is applied to the development of large websites, which is very difficult. So I started to learn about Asp.net by myself. I learned this by myself in our class and learned a lot of detours. I bought a book and watched it for almost half a semester, basically, I stayed on the surface. The school teacher was in this direction and there was no one, and I was groping forward .....