The US emperor is always harsh on the proposition of cool kids
It's not an old-fashioned plot of an ugly girl transforming into a true love, but a shameful and embarrassing scene full of tension
He never talks to anyone during the day, hides under the covers at night to be a considerate netizen, asks for help in all kinds of ways, and then wakes up in the morning and goes back to the classroom just to look at their phones. High tech and AI have built a thick wall between us and the rest of our generation, or millennials in particular
Teenage girls refuse to step out of their comfort zone, have no friends, and even hesitate to speak to strangers
Back to the film itself, it is very simple and pure to describe the two-point and one-line life of ordinary children: the cycle back and forth between home and school. It's a pity that in the bond between home and school, all that exists is to bite the bullet every day to cater to my inner anxiety and fear of social interaction.
But there is a bad boy who has good-looking eyes and plays basketball with a stern smile, which has become a little secret and a little joy in the heart of going to school every day. The girl tells herself every day, he is so cool, what am I? But obviously, the girl's sniping eyes and the little deer in her heart can't deceive people
So she started changing herself, convincing herself countless times to explore what they call the wonderful world of teenage, and even Google: How to give a good blowjob...don't laugh I know some of us actually make a lot of jokes
I have always been against Zhiming and Chunjiao, a fast-food romance film that pretends to be deep and innocent. I watched it three times and didn't finish it. Maybe I haven't grown up yet. Youth and love are not about making excuses for your own mistakes and knowingly committed, but about growing up after experiencing every emotional change and meeting everyone
And my own eighth grade had an unspeakable impact on my personality. When I was in seventh grade, I had a bunch of friends playing crazy on the way home after repairing every night. In the eighth grade, I still have a very hard-core personality, and I replied at the bottom of a comment that I sent at the same table to criticize my classmates, "You are almost the same as the eight." Wow, now I think about how I was so dick back then hahahahahahaha...
Then I received a warning from the teacher: "People around you say that you are too noisy in class, which affects them in class. If you don't care anymore, I will throw you out the back door and sit by yourself." Okay, then I just shut up. After two or three days of life in school where I didn't say more than ten words and didn't say a single fart, the teacher summoned me to the office and asked me to immediately move the desk to the back door of the classroom. It's so far away from everyone there, surrounded by boys who haven't spoken to. And I found that the whole class of girls started not talking to me, and then I knew what was going on. I was actually rejected. At the beginning, there was a girl who was willing to play with me, but slowly she was avoiding me. Later, I found an apology letter she wrote to me in my school bag. She couldn't stand being rejected by others for playing with me, so she chose to write a letter to apologize to me.
At that time, I was already estranged from my former friends, quarreling with my parents every day, and I had no one to talk to. I also forgot how hard it was during that time, how much I hated myself at that time, and how hard it was to get out of that time. It turned out that people would selectively forget their unhappy memories. It turned out to be true.
I suddenly don't know what to write here. That is, it's cool to be who you really are, cool to try to get out of the comfort zone, cool to try to overcome all kinds of anxiety and fear, cool to try to change yourself. Well, everyone can be cool.
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