(Minghui.org) In the summer of 1999, just before my senior year in high school, the Chinese Communist Party's (CCP) persecution of Falun Dafa began. One month after school started, I went with my parents to Beijing to appeal to the authorities for the right to practice Falun Dafa. We became separated when I was caught, and I was sent away from Beijing. After staying with my relatives for a period of time, I grew to miss fellow practitioners so much that I returned to Beijing, but again I was caught and sent back.
I returned to school in March of 2000. Since I did not get to study the core subjects in the twelfth grade, I voluntarily went back to the eleventh grade. Meanwhile, my dad was illegally sentenced. My mom persisted in practicing Falun Gong and was frequently harassed by the police. Nonetheless, no matter how heavy the pressure was (I could feel it, although I did not bear it personally; Master had helped me with it), I knew that as a Falun Dafa practitioner I should study the Fa.
Although my homework load was tremendous, I studied the Fa wholeheartedly for half an hour each day when I got home. During that half-hour, thoughts of persecution, worries, or pressure never occurred to me; I only felt the special delight one feels when absorbed in the Great Fa.
Although I was behind by one grade level, I always thought: If I am destined to go to college, I will. How could I lose that opportunity because of going to Beijing to rectify the Fa, which is the most righteous thing to do? The universal laws will not allow it! Finally, I made the decision to study the twelfth-grade lessons on my own and to take the entrance examination at the same time as my classmates. I discussed this decision with my mom, and she said that if I were to pass the examination having been self-taught, it would validate the Fa and testify to the superb power of the Fa!
Later on, Master helped me and strengthened me while I studied. In a letter I wrote to my dad while he was in a detention center, I told him that my thinking had become very quick, quicker than light, and that within 10 minutes, I could finish a huge amount of studying, which would have been impossible in the past. I also developed the understanding that whatever I had already learned, I would always remember it correctly. I put in special effort to reduce my mistakes when doing the exercises in my daily studies. On the math portion of the entrance examination, I did not make any mistakes on the multiple-choice and fill-in questions. The other parts were very difficult, and I did the best that I could. My math score was even higher than that of my former classmate, who had received perfect scores several times on high school tests.
Looking back at those days, I am grateful that Master made the arrangements for me to prepare for the entrance examination in the eleventh grade so that I could set up my own study schedule effectively. I did not spend time taking the numerous tests and simulation examinations that twelfth-grade students have to take. In addition, I received top scores on the weekly tests in the eleventh grade numerous times, including math, which had been my weak area in the past. My classmates, who were older than me because I had started school at an earlier age than other students, referred to me as “big brother;” however, I realized that this is an attachment to zealotry that I should get rid of. Later on, I took the final simulation examination for twelfth grade students, and I scored among the highest in the school on the language test.
The night before the examination, there was a rain storm, and the neighbor's windows rattled all night. I was not sure if I had even gotten any sleep that night, but during the entire examination I had the firm conviction that I would succeed. My final score was 30 points higher than what I had expected, and I was admitted into a top-tier university.
Whenever I think about the entrance examination held that year, I always recognize the importance of righteous thoughts and feel the compassion that Master had for the young practitioner who did not live up to expectations. It really warms my heart. Heshi.
