With the east wind bringing vitality and the tip of the pen brushing the paper, I am certain that spring has already arrived. In Zhu Ziqing's 'Spring', he wrote, 'Everything is like waking from sleep, happily opening its eyes.' So the spring rain continues, letting the grasses drink of its sweetness.
At this season, I have already returned to campus and begun a new journey.
March
The language arts holiday assignments included several essays. But my assignments were always rushed in the last days; I casually wrote four short pieces: two argumentative essays and two poems, yet they remained saved and I forgot to post them; each week I said 'I'll post this week,' but I kept forgetting. Sigh, how can memory be so poor?
After a few weeks of muddle, the month ends. What's at the end of the month? Right, your school's annual spring sports meet. And the sports meet inevitably involves livestreaming. After this broadcast, there may be no next time. I am determined to give my high school multimedia career a perfect ending.
So I had AI write the livestream centralized scheduling system I had always wanted to write. At first I took the cheap route, using a free model in Trea, but the frontend produced was terrible, far from what I imagined. Then I hardened my resolve, paired with Open Code, bought tokens, and rewired the frontend and backend with NextJS. To save time, when rewriting, the features were cut in half; and among what was actually usable and good, half of that half was cut.
Learning from last year's lessons, my storyboard plan started as early as the beginning of March, and the training plan was significantly advanced compared to last year. In the end, my 'centralized scheduling' system wasn't used, and my storyboard plan was completely disrupted. In plain terms, all efforts went down the drain, not a single drop of water splashed.
The previous batch was my senior's 'most driven' batch I've seen, and mine is the busiest batch so far. More than 20 people, only four capable of shouldering heavy tasks! I, a single person performing both directing and producing roles (I mean I can do everything by myself; I don't think that's an exaggeration), and there are three newbies. The department head is an exceptional figure; things are not done, people are yelled at, work is not arranged. This is not even the most infuriating: this person is loves, passive-aggressive, two-faced; in meetings they quiet others, but during a meeting this person runs off to chat with others.
Do you think this ending is complete? Honestly, if you only look at the result, perhaps yes. The process, as I described, was a total mess: after finishing the first broadcast that morning, my head really ached and swelled; the following five events, over two days and a half, including the head of department's long-cherished 'teacher-student friendship' basketball game, were handed to two freshmen directors to handle, and I wore the title of 'mentor' by the side.
There is another regret about this livestream, namely the data. Frankly, this is the shortest livestream data in your school's history for a sports meet, mainly because there were no comments. And why no comments? This goes back to the sports meet.
There was an idiot who played with his phone in class and got caught; after being threatened with his parents, he became emotionally distressed and wanted to jump; reportedly he sat on the railing and swung, but several teachers restrained him, and in the end he did not jump.
Honestly (the following content may be uncomfortable for some readers; please read with caution), such people are the dumbest: when something happens, they jump; if they jump, I could have a holiday; in the end they don't jump; basically it's just for show, so that parents won't blame the youth. The most annoying is this in-between kind, which makes those above hesitate; in the end I suffer.
April
As of now, April has been halfway over. What I have gained is only three days of Qingming. After Qingming, we must prepare for the monthly exam. Yet before the exam, it's another headache. The grade director from your school, who won the 'No Wood Award', forces us back to self-study through pressure and other means. Originally your school only gives one day off; no holidays either; even my spring break is being squeezed. Sigh.
So the monthly exam finally arrives. Mathematics and biology have shown progress; English and chemistry remain at the same level, not bad. Then I saw a physics paper: one point for single choice, two points for multiple choices, three points deducted for the experiment, and the big questions all deducted; a spectacular 26-point physics paper. I don't know how I wandered around with a 26 on the paper, I don't know how I smiled when telling others I scored 26, I don't know how I managed to smile.
Am I really such an optimistic person?
Summary
“I really want to cry.” “I didn’t cry.”
I am very well-behaved, I am a good kid , right?
Many times I clearly know I should cry, I want to cry, but I can't. On the day of the sports meet, to be honest, I walked around the track at night, tears welling in my eyes but never streaming down. I really want to lie on the grass and look up at a starless sky, but rationality tells me the ground is dirty; you can't lie there.
Many times my feelings tell me I want this, I want that, I want to buy buy buy. But my rationality tells me, you already have this; if you buy that you won't have money, so you can't buy.
So writing here, I feel a bit tight in the chest, tears well up again, but rationality tells me you can't cry yet, not after class.
Long time no see.
With the east wind bringing vitality and the tip of the pen brushing the paper, I am certain that spring has already arrived. In Zhu Ziqing's 'Spring', he wrote, 'Everything is like waking from sleep, happily opening its eyes.' So the spring rain continues, letting the grasses drink of its sweetness.
At this season, I have already returned to campus and begun a new journey.
March
The language arts holiday assignments included several essays. But my assignments were always rushed in the last days; I casually wrote four short pieces: two argumentative essays and two poems, yet they remained saved and I forgot to post them; each week I said 'I'll post this week,' but I kept forgetting. Sigh, how can memory be so poor?
After a few weeks of muddle, the month ends. What's at the end of the month? Right, your school's annual spring sports meet. And the sports meet inevitably involves livestreaming. After this broadcast, there may be no next time. I am determined to give my high school multimedia career a perfect ending.
So I had AI write the livestream centralized scheduling system I had always wanted to write. At first I took the cheap route, using a free model in Trea, but the frontend produced was terrible, far from what I imagined. Then I hardened my resolve, paired with Open Code, bought tokens, and rewired the frontend and backend with NextJS. To save time, when rewriting, the features were cut in half; and among what was actually usable and good, half of that half was cut.
Learning from last year's lessons, my storyboard plan started as early as the beginning of March, and the training plan was significantly advanced compared to last year. In the end, my 'centralized scheduling' system wasn't used, and my storyboard plan was completely disrupted. In plain terms, all efforts went down the drain, not a single drop of water splashed.
The previous batch was my senior's 'most driven' batch I've seen, and mine is the busiest batch so far. More than 20 people, only four capable of shouldering heavy tasks! I, a single person performing both directing and producing roles (I mean I can do everything by myself; I don't think that's an exaggeration), and there are three newbies. The department head is an exceptional figure; things are not done, people are yelled at, work is not arranged. This is not even the most infuriating: this person is loves, passive-aggressive, two-faced; in meetings they quiet others, but during a meeting this person runs off to chat with others.
Do you think this ending is complete? Honestly, if you only look at the result, perhaps yes. The process, as I described, was a total mess: after finishing the first broadcast that morning, my head really ached and swelled; the following five events, over two days and a half, including the head of department's long-cherished 'teacher-student friendship' basketball game, were handed to two freshmen directors to handle, and I wore the title of 'mentor' by the side.
There is another regret about this livestream, namely the data. Frankly, this is the shortest livestream data in your school's history for a sports meet, mainly because there were no comments. And why no comments? This goes back to the sports meet.
There was an idiot who played with his phone in class and got caught; after being threatened with his parents, he became emotionally distressed and wanted to jump; reportedly he sat on the railing and swung, but several teachers restrained him, and in the end he did not jump.
Honestly (the following content may be uncomfortable for some readers; please read with caution), such people are the dumbest: when something happens, they jump; if they jump, I could have a holiday; in the end they don't jump; basically it's just for show, so that parents won't blame the youth. The most annoying is this in-between kind, which makes those above hesitate; in the end I suffer.
April
As of now, April has been halfway over. What I have gained is only three days of Qingming. After Qingming, we must prepare for the monthly exam. Yet before the exam, it's another headache. The grade director from your school, who won the 'No Wood Award', forces us back to self-study through pressure and other means. Originally your school only gives one day off; no holidays either; even my spring break is being squeezed. Sigh.
So the monthly exam finally arrives. Mathematics and biology have shown progress; English and chemistry remain at the same level, not bad. Then I saw a physics paper: one point for single choice, two points for multiple choices, three points deducted for the experiment, and the big questions all deducted; a spectacular 26-point physics paper. I don't know how I wandered around with a 26 on the paper, I don't know how I smiled when telling others I scored 26, I don't know how I managed to smile.
Am I really such an optimistic person?
Summary
“I really want to cry.”
“I didn’t cry.”
I am very well-behaved,
I am a good kid
, right?
Many times I clearly know I should cry, I want to cry, but I can't. On the day of the sports meet, to be honest, I walked around the track at night, tears welling in my eyes but never streaming down. I really want to lie on the grass and look up at a starless sky, but rationality tells me the ground is dirty; you can't lie there.
Many times my feelings tell me I want this, I want that, I want to buy buy buy. But my rationality tells me, you already have this; if you buy that you won't have money, so you can't buy.
So writing here, I feel a bit tight in the chest, tears well up again, but rationality tells me you can't cry yet, not after class.
So rationality suppressed the emotion again.
I hate rationality.
See you in May.