While reading a book, the teacher suddenly remembered the small host competition a few days ago-no one has signed up yet, but the competition will be held this afternoon. Speaking of which, it is very strange that there are very few people in the class.
Sign up until the teacher urges you. The teacher said anxiously, "Raise your hand if you want to participate!" At the moment, my heart is extremely contradictory and painful, and this feeling is really unparalleled. Going? Hosting in front of people? I can.
What? Do I have courage? However, if I don't go, I obviously want to exercise and change myself. My deskmate smiled and urged me to raise my hand, and the students behind me also pushed my arm to let me sign up.
To put it simply, I gritted my teeth, raised my hand feebly, and shrank in the crowd, trembling slightly. Unexpectedly, the registration was very enthusiastic, which obviously exceeded the required number. The teacher decided to show it in class at noon. This one
For an instant, my heart shivered like an electric shock. Oh, my God, introduce yourself and read this article in front of your classmates? Although I was scared, I waited until noon.
By noon, four or five students had quit, and if I quit, it got stuck in my mouth. I wanted to say it, but I didn't give up the opportunity. Every minute has a great touch on me. However, God is still a pervert.
Kindness, because of time, delayed the game. I also had more preparation time, so I bit my head and carefully wrote a self-introduction manuscript. From time to time, I saw embarrassing scenes in front of the podium.
In a cold sweat. Time flies, and it is the seventh class of the official competition, and the competition in our class has not yet started. The teacher was in a flurry of anxiety, shouting who would like to attend, and act quickly. An unexpected scene appeared in the class.
All the students gave up their rights in fear, and no one dared to stand in front of the teacher and the podium. There was a wave of ups and downs in my heart. This time, it was obviously stronger than the first time. It suddenly occurred to me that I missed the proportion of calligraphy.
The depression of the game; Remember the sadness of missing the painting competition; Remembering the regret of missing the typing contest ... past mistakes came into my eyes together. What is supporting me? Hold my hand high.
The teacher eagerly called me over, and my heart was relieved. It happened that the school was showing a unified program, so I stood in front of the teacher and whispered the words I had mastered. The teacher nodded approvingly,
Smiled and said, "OK, OK, OK. Go back first. " I breathed a deep sigh of relief, and then took part in the competition with several other students. In the bright and spacious amphitheatre, I naturally passed by with a smile.
There are some struggles. What am I afraid of?
The sun is still shining, and my smile is still shining. Just at the moment, it has a deep connotation. This time, I seized the opportunity, and this time, I won't miss it again!