The school's course selection system opened at 12:00 for club sign-ups, using a snatching mechanism—limited spots, first-come-first-served. Having used this system before for elective courses, I logged in early (no courses were displayed yet). Starting at 11:59:30, I kept refreshing the page repeatedly, waiting for the courses to appear. At exactly 12:00, the courses popped up. I immediately clicked on my desired club. Instantly, a window flashed on the screen: "Registration failed! Schedule conflict!" Upon closer inspection: The club sessions were all scheduled for Monday and Tuesday's eighth period (though not actually at that time), while my previous electics occupied Monday/Tuesday/Thursday's seventh-eighth periods and Wednesday's fifth-sixth periods. Total conflict... Later,...

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From Maomihz's Blog . Original post: http://maomihz.com/archives/225 Prologue 1. Looking back on three busy years, there were originally 44 classmates studying together, but now only 32 remain. One by one, they left, and in the end, I had to leave too. Over these three years, I feel like I never even spoke a word with some people. Even though we studied in the same classroom, we were like strangers to each other. What a pity. Many things couldn't be spoken about before the high school entrance exam, but everyone was doing them. If one could reach the state that Teacher Wu described, then they would truly be a good student. One month before the high school entrance exam, my performance started to decline. Teacher Wu called me out to talk several times. In the end,...