Desire has always accompanied us to grow up. When I was young, I longed for many toys. In primary school, I was eager to go out; Now, I am eager to be an excellent student.
when I was in primary school, my self-control ability was very poor, and my homework was often not finished on time, so I was criticized by my parents and parents. However, the content of primary school learning is relatively simple after all. With my own cleverness and strong acceptance, my grades in class are sometimes good and sometimes bad, but it is not bad.
Now, when I went to junior high school, I realized that the content of primary school is really different from that of junior high school. My math score was only 8 points in the interim exam, which is a 12-point paper! This can make me feel an unprecedented failure! I carefully analyzed the reasons for my failure, and only got 11 points in the second section exam. In terms of math scores, 8% of my class can surpass me. Other subjects need a backrest, and I'm lazy. I can't recite the knowledge points, except English, which is ok, and the others are not very good. Under the strict class rules set by the head teacher, compared with the primary school, I have changed a lot and my homework can be completed on time. The head teacher always asks us to do more difficult questions than other classes, and my math scores have gradually improved. But I still can't be strict with myself, so even if my grades improve a little, I can't go up much.
People with good academic performance are often not those who are smart, but those who have strong self-control and can be strict with themselves. Although I know, I can't do it.
If you don't study well, it's easy to be looked down upon by others in our Olympic Games class, where you learn hegemony everywhere. Even if I can surpass others in my specialty, but my grades are not good, I will always be ignored. During the art festival, our class will sing "Socialist Core Values", and the teacher will choose two leading singers. Everyone is talking noisily, and many people have recommended the League Secretary of our class. She sings really well, but her voice is very low. But I have studied vocal music. Although my voice is not good at ordinary times, when I sing songs, my voice is not only loud but also beautiful, and most of my classmates know it. However, no one in the class remembers me and thinks of me at the moment. I have been trying to express myself and always want to be recognized by everyone, but my grades are not good. I am nothing in this class.
Therefore, I am eager to be an excellent student and be recognized by my classmates and teachers.
I have almost no position in this class without grades, and few people will look up to me. Although I have many good qualities, when you choose your partner, you will also choose your classmates with good grades first. As long as you are a top student, even if you are not good at anything else, you will be respected to some extent.
So, I am eager to be an excellent student. Only in this way can I be recognized by my classmates and teachers, and my bright spot can be seen by everyone. Excellent student composition 2
"The old country is wandering, laugh at me more when you are in love, and you will be born early." Youth, the past is fleeting. Looking back on the taste, I have a different taste. That morning light, the waning moon reflected on the curtain. I stayed up all night leafing through my memories and regaining the flavor of those timeless youth.
"Young people listen to the rain songs upstairs, and the red candle is faint." Have I ever been arrogant and unruly when I was young? "The bridge is like a rainbow and the water is empty." I can't help but see pictures in my mind: "It's sunny and warm, and the smoke is floating, and I'm swimming freely." There was a teenager who was hiding in a ruined hut and chewed a classic novel carefully. The partners waiting for hide-and-seek have been eager to leave each other. That teenager who studies hard is me. It was getting late before I realized I was going home. The sunset glow at this time is particularly beautiful. When I got home, the table was naturally filled with dazzling dishes, and my parents blamed me with worry. The taste of youth is sweet.
"How much sorrow can you have? It's like a river flowing eastward." Have I ever been involved in a sea of misery when I was young? The picture of "the smoke in spring is coming, the sky is pale and the stars are scarce" is still fresh in my memory. I have been preparing for the speech for several months, but I walked to the stage with trepidation. I am not good at words, embarrassed and helpless crawling all over my lost face. The speech is naturally full of loopholes and flustered. I don't remember why or what I said. I only know that at the moment when I stepped down, the judges looked pale and shook their heads, and the audience whispered, which made me understand everything. Later, I was very sad for a while, and the intense pain anesthetized my heart. It makes the pain cocoon and indestructible. The taste of youth is bitterness.
"I plan to get drunk and treat wine as a song, but it's boring to be happy." Did I suffer from cold when I was young? "The face of the waning moon is bright, don't cry." It's been three or four years since I left her. Every time "catkins fly, falling flowers become mud." I always think of her. In the late spring of that year, my thoughts were tinged with the deep sadness without careful chewing. Not long ago, we had a big fight over a small matter. But when she left and went far away, I didn't say anything, and a unique handkerchief appeared in my hand. This moved me for a whole spring. Recalling the past, my heart is very sour. The taste of youth is sour.
"Youth takes advantage of youth, poetry and wine take advantage of years." Open the wrinkled memories and pick up the flavor of youth. The original intention of suffering from vicissitudes but spotless has been lingering for a long time. The taste of youth is sweet, bitter and sour.
Life is colorful because of gorgeous youth, and youth is brilliant because of its unique taste! Excellent student composition 3
Really, it's not just the uncle Wen Quxing in the sky who has a good impression on me. As a result, the title of "excellent student" has followed me for more than ten years. It seems that the matter of seats in the class is settled in this way. We are often called "the people in front", and conversely, "the people behind" are defaulted as poor students.
no common goal, no common goal. Teachers always give such hints inadvertently or deliberately. Therefore, there is a watershed in the class, just like a wall, which crosses the middle of the classroom and kills each other.
I heard that sitting in the front often makes my eyes nearsighted, and I can't stand dust and saliva. After getting my parents' consent, I told the class teacher that I wanted to sit in the penultimate row. Who knows, the class teacher looked at me suspiciously: "How do you want to sit in the back?" Is it a contradiction with the same table? " I quickly explained: "No, just sitting in front for a long time, afraid of myopia." "Really?" The teacher is still a little skeptical. "Really, my dad agreed." "Well ... well, remember, don't be disturbed by them." The old class told again. "I will definitely get rid of the mud." As soon as the words were spoken, I realized that my words were heavy and I was about to change my mind. But the old class said kindly, "You are worthy of being an excellent student!" " I was speechless for a moment.
in this way, under the gaze of the whole class, I and a classmate sitting at the back of the class, as if completing a major handover mission, changed seats. Therefore, it is conceivable that as soon as the teacher left, the class exploded, and the discussion was still divided into two pieces.
the "top student" in front: "Is there something wrong with that kid, and he even invited" Beijing officials to transfer "himself?" "I think he has a crush on a chick in the back and wants to have a vigorous love." "It's not impossible, but I don't think he will ruin his future." .....
The "poor student" at the back: "He won't be a spy sent by the teacher, will he? Brothers, isolate him and see what he can do to us! " "You don't want to drag him into the water? I won't do it. " ......
a week later, the gradually peaceful study life was finally broken. "Hey, are you going to tell the teacher that we are reading novels in class?" The first time they questioned me, it was not menacing, but helpless. It was not as bossy and careless as when they first met, and it was full of ruffians. I had to shrug my shoulders to express my helplessness, and then I heard a sentence: "All the top students are sick."
I thought, "It must be the top students who complain", which seems to form a law of thinking in their minds. Because even if both sides are at fault, only the top students have the right to speak. Teachers always leave the top students behind, which is called "knowing the situation", but it actually gives the top students a chance to shirk their responsibilities. Generally, the top students will look at each other and then put all the blame on the poor students. Sometimes, there is a master who wants to do justice. Top student composition 4
Top student? NO, worry about waiting for students? !
"Xie Jiyue, how did you do this exam! I only got 85 points, which really disappointed me! " The teacher's harsh words on the podium were like a mountain, which made me breathless. The students changed their envious eyes and looked at me with glee. Hey, what can I do? In others' eyes, I am an excellent student, but only I know that I am a "worrying student"? !
In my class, I sit on the monitor's throne that all my classmates dream of, holding the power that makes everyone fall, and enjoying the taste of "one person is below, ten thousand people are above". My classmates all say that I am an excellent student. Yes, I am worried, I am worried, I am worried about my friendship, and I am worried about my achievements! "What's the matter with you? Why didn't you clean the floor? Sweep it again!" "How do you write the words? It's crooked and drunk." ..... Over there, I'm in lion roars again. Well, actually, it's not what I want, but the teacher told me to be strict with my classmates, and from time to time I would make a surprise inspection (to see if I had carefully supervised my classmates), like a spy, so elusive that people were caught off guard! Therefore, I can only be "severe+severe = super severe" to my classmates. My smile is numb, my friendship is indifferent, my friends are leaving me one by one, and my classmates even slip away when they see me, just like seeing a wolf. Negative titles such as "cold-blooded animal", "tigress" and "violent woman" come to my face, but they can't stop me from wishing that as soon as I walk into the campus every day, there will be a large group of people pointing fingers behind me. What a pain!
There is a saying that points are the lifeblood of a teacher; Points, the lifeblood of parents; Points, the lifeblood of students! The top students are most afraid of grades. Although you have been included in the top students' ranks, there will always be unexpected events in the sky. Maybe you are still sitting on the first throne today, and there may be a replacement on that throne tomorrow. At this time, there will be a storm waiting for you. The teacher's saliva is raining like rain, so you have to use an umbrella to support it. Every time before the big exam, parents and teachers keep urging you to read and do your homework. You let them worry a hundred times, but they don't worry a hundred times about you. As long as you relax a little bit, you will be baptized by saliva, which is very uncomfortable. The most painful thing is that my parents always compare me with other students: "Look, how smart someone is, and you, with a simple mind and developed limbs." "So-and-so's composition is so great that several articles have been published!" ..... What a nuisance!
I am a "worry-waiting student", a veritable "worry-waiting student"! Love is around us, but whether we find it or not. The family is full of love, and our parents care about and love us all the time. Society is full of love. When you are in trouble, a pair of ordinary hands may help you get out of trouble. Friends are full of love. When we are in trouble, they are around to encourage us to make suggestions and solve problems with us.
one day, I was walking on the way to school, and the traffic lights turned red. I just had to stop when I was about to cross the zebra crossing. I stood by the lamppost and looked around bored. The first thing I saw was an old lady waiting for the bus. There were people standing next to her. I was used to waiting for the bus, and there was nothing new. But when I was about to look away, the variables happened: the bus came, and the old lady's movements were calm and stable. But when her foot was about to step on the pedal, an accident happened. I don't know if she was walking too fast and the other one was still stepping on it. The people waiting for the bus at the back were completely scared. It took a long time to react. The elder sister behind the old lady reacted first. She hurriedly took out the paper from her bag and wiped the blood on her head while helping the old lady out. The people behind her also hurriedly helped the old lady to the desk and chair. Some citizens even called 12. After a long time, under the anxious waiting of everyone, the ambulance still didn't come. At this time, everyone was in a hurry, and the toilet paper was gradually ineffective.
At this moment, a taxi came slowly from a distance. The taxi driver saw this scene and stopped directly. A middle-aged male driver got off the bus and ran to the old lady. He squatted down to ask about the old man's injury. When he learned that the ambulance and the police car had not yet arrived at the scene, the middle-aged male driver was a little anxious. "The treatment is important. Let me take you to the hospital. I will treat your wound quickly without charging the fare." After obtaining the consent of the old man, the driver quickly helped the two old people to get into the taxi, and the enthusiastic elder sister also got into the car, holding toilet paper to help wrap the old man's head and go to the hospital. I stood transfixed by the lamppost, my heart had already forgotten about going home. The afternoon sunshine made my eyes ache, and my thoughts were still immersed in the scene just now. Every move of the middle-aged male driver was clearly recorded in my mind, until the taxi drove away all the way, my thoughts came back, and I suddenly understood: as long as everyone gave a little love, the world would be beautiful. Our home will be more warm and beautiful. The years of growing up should be colorful and colorful, but for me, growing up is more like a five-flavor bottle, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty and full of taste. And those lingering troubles, like dark clouds hanging over my heart, have become a dull pain in my heart.
I don't understand why some people always envy those top students. On the surface, it looks a little radiant, favored by teachers and loved by parents. But the top students are actually not so good.
for top students, the most feared thing is the exam. In others' eyes, they are sure of the exam. But who knows that their pressure is actually greater than anyone else's ...
I'm a top student in my class, and the final exam is coming soon, and I feel a lot of pressure. At this time, my friend MengMeng came over and said, "What class are you nervous about? When did you fail to get the first place?" "Oh … I didn't review in place this time!" I said with my head down. "Come on! You learn to say this every exam! " As soon as MengMeng walked away, I picked up the book and recited English words.
The day of the exam came, and I was a little nervous when I sat in the examination room and looked at the glistening paper. The examination room was horribly quiet, as if there were no living things. I felt cold sweat all over, my body was still trembling, I was anxious to solve math problems, and I didn't forget to pay attention to the time of the exam … Finally, the bell rang at the end of the exam, and I handed in my paper in a daze. Later, when the results came out, the teacher read my score "Nana came second with 98 points." My heart thumped and I thought, "It's over, mom should blame me when I go home …" I went home dejectedly. Sure enough, my mother severely reprimanded me. "See, I knew that reading comic books before the exam meant that you definitely didn't do well in the exam this time." Mom's hands rested on her hips, waiting for me with her eyes, talking.