I have been enrolled in special classes since I was four years old. So far, I have attended five classes. What was the result? Please read on:
NO.1 Dance Class
When I was four years old, everyone praised me for my beauty, so my mother signed me up for a dance class and dreamed of making me a dancer. I didn't know anything at that time. When I first started learning, the teacher played music, and I was able to jump around with it. But then the teacher told us to bend over, and now I said nothing. But my mother bought me dancing shoes, belts ... everything I needed to learn dancing, and she still wanted me to learn. But in the following time, every time I had a dance class, I cried and didn't go. My mother had no choice but to give up.
NO.2 Calligraphy Class
When I was in the first grade, my mother suddenly asked me to learn to write with my grandfather (because my grandfather's calligraphy is very famous in the local area). As soon as I heard it, I came into the room with a sad face. The next day, I was taken to my grandfather's house by my mother. I first wrote on Xuan paper with a brush for a while. The more I wrote, the more boring I felt, and I was not interested. A few days later, I asked my mother: I don't want to learn calligraphy! After listening to this, my mother began to intimidate and seduce me. I insisted on studying for half a year and said that I didn't want to learn anything. When my mother saw this, she was very angry and said to me: Calligraphy must be learned! Hey! I can't help it. I barely studied for another six months. Later, grandpa was in poor health, and I really didn't want to learn, so my calligraphy career went away.
NO.3 singing class
In the summer vacation when I was eight years old, my mother was envious when she saw many students going here to perform there, so she signed me up for a singing class. It can be said that I was dragged to the singing class by my mother, and a million people in my heart didn't want to. In the first class, the key I sang was always half a note worse than the piano, and the teacher also said that my intonation was not good enough, so I didn't want to learn it. My mother coaxed me into studying for half a year, and I had to pay the tuition again. My mother asked me if I wanted to study, and I said loudly, "No!" My mother saw that my attitude was firm and helpless, so she had to agree.
My mother watched me give up one class by one like this, and she was in such a hurry that I couldn't help it. I didn't like any of these classes! I told my mother: "those who follow me learn, those who oppose me abandon!" " Later, my mother really did as I said.
NO.4 Table Tennis Class
My acquaintance with table tennis originated from my father. My father loves table tennis very much and watches table tennis games endlessly on TV and computer all day. I was curious to hear the sound of banging, and gradually, I was full of yearning for playing table tennis. Finally, I asked my mother to sign me up for a table tennis class. Dad was very happy after listening to it and immediately agreed. As it happens, we have a provincial coach here, and I began to learn to play table tennis. Now, I have been learning table tennis for four years, and my skills are just like sesame blossoms.
NO.5 flute class
On June 1st, 29, the school held a talent show. After watching the students' wonderful musical instrument performances, I also had the idea of learning musical instruments. What should I learn? Hulusi, piano and violin ... I don't like them very much. After I came back, I told my mother what I thought. After listening, my mother said, "Then let's go around the musical instrument store and learn which one you like." When I came to the musical instrument store, I saw a tubular musical instrument. I didn't know it was called "flute" until I asked. The silver flute looked very beautiful. After listening to the clerk's introduction, it was a western musical instrument and a treble instrument. I thought of the melodious flute on TV again, and I really couldn't put it down. So I decided to learn to play the flute. When I came back from buying a flute, I urged my mother to find a teacher for me. For more than a year, I have been practicing actively every day, and I have often been praised by my teachers. Last year, I also participated in two cultural performances in the district.
Of the five extra-long classes I attended, only two persisted. The reason is that our parents let us learn with the mentality of "looking forward to our children's success and women's success". They forget that "interest is the best teacher." Sometimes we don't want to learn something, but we have to learn it under the coercion of our parents. In this way, we have no free time, no time to play, and even little time to read. Dad, mom, please respect our wishes when you report to our class in the future, okay?