These decadent days

These days, I feel very tired as a one-legged Frog. Now it's almost impossible to support it, and it's obvious that it's fallen. I haven't dared to go to the data center on the fourth floor over the past few days, and have been soaking in the library. I have been sitting on the ground in the library like a mentally retarded person and read two books, it turns out that the idea of improving the job can be used everywhere.
After so many things, I thought for a long time and asked myself: what exactly do you want?
What I want is a future that can be controlled by myself.
Many people have come, and many people have left again. The teacher said it is normal. Now we are used to this sentence and feel that it is normal.
Respecting everyone's choice is the most basic morality. No one has the right to add their ideas to others' minds. What's more, there are more than one measurement of happiness. In many cases, there is no comparison between people.
I recall my pride when I first got into the higher education class. It was just as stupid and naive as it was when I was a person other than the higher education class. We are all growing and constantly learning to embrace and view everyone, including the so-called authority. There is no need to divide a person into three, six, nine, and so on, but the positions are different. No one is more noble than anyone, and no one is inferior to anyone. Everyone has the value of his existence. Nothing is absolutely correct and inevitable. Everyone chooses and lives according to their own logic.
I have changed a lot in the advanced class, far beyond my expectation. The biggest influence that Mr. Mi has given me is not the way to think about problems, nor the way he taught us to learn, but what he told me: suffering is wealth. The teacher hoped that I could get out of the shadows of inferiority. The teacher made me feel that even if there were more sufferings, I was not alone.