Write a composition after the papers are handed out.

Ding Lingling ... "The bell rang, and we all rushed back to our seats to get the books. Suddenly, two big characters appeared in front of my eyes-mathematics. Ah! No, this course is math: terrible, terrible, terrible. I took a math exam last Friday. According to common sense, I will hand out the test paper today. I remember last week's math exam, a complicated calculation problem delayed me a lot of time. Suddenly looked up at the time, only 15 minutes. My heart is like an ant on hot bricks. Looking at those complicated problems, I was desperate and helpless. In the end, I don't care what happened. When I came out of the classroom, I felt uneasy: I must fail this exam. I hope I can answer a few questions correctly.

After a while, Miss Huang came in seriously with a stack of test papers. I prayed silently in my heart: don't report your grades! Then I will lose face! But what should have happened still happened, and Mr. Huang still reported the score. Alas, he has to resign himself to fate! "This is to beat the best students: Wang Bo and Feng Yuxi ... these are the best students ... there are qualified students here ..." Looking at Mr. Huang, he became more and more angry, as if to tell me that Liu Yangzhou did not do well in the exam this time!

Listening to the students' names read out one by one, my heart pounded: What about me? ! What about me? ! No good, no good! Don't-"Lu Tao, Chen Tianle, HongFa Zhang ..." The names of these students were quoted one by one. Looking at Mr. Huang's papers, there are fewer and fewer. My name seems to come out of thin air, but it hasn't appeared yet. Don't-I can't fail? ! That's impossible! This is absolutely impossible ... The name "XXX69+7" was sadly reported. I listened carefully, as if it were my name. I seem to have fallen from Mount Everest to the Yarlung Zangbo Grand Canyon, and I feel that the future is so dark and bleak. I never dreamed that I would get such a low score. I really hope this is a dream!

I took the test paper with trembling hands and returned to my seat. Teacher Huang analyzed the test paper as usual, but my heart was completely shattered by the word "unqualified". I didn't dare to look up at all, as if everyone was looking at me contemptuously: hum! Xxx69+7 points! You are so bad! I really want to disappear in this sad world. My heart is still silently reflecting.

Never dreamed of 69+7, actually appeared in a mid-term exam. Maybe I was careless, maybe I didn't take the time ... In short, I hate books when they are used. If you don't work hard, you can only hand in blank papers when you enter junior high school. There are too many setbacks in life. If I fall down here, I won't even have a chance to take risks. I-change the score! ! ! ! ! ! !