Today, as soon as I walked out of the civil service exam hall, I felt like I had failed again. Upon carefully summarizing the reasons for this exam failure, I realized that history is eerily similar.
I always feel like these years of taking various exams have been a continuous tragedy, but I can’t quite figure out why.
The first college entrance exam (yes, I repeated a year later), the essay topic was “Discussing Spirit.” I ended up adapting a satirical article from a 2006 issue of “Microcomputer” (or maybe “Computer Enthusiast,” I can’t remember) about why a 40GB hard drive shows up as 37.2GB in the system. I definitely remember regretting it as I wrote, and I clearly remember that before writing this essay, I had started another piece, only to find myself unable to continue after a few hundred words, so I scribbled it out and wrote this one instead. This topic also filled me with regret as I wrote, and as a result, I only scored 101 in Chinese that year, just a few points shy of the undergraduate cutoff.










