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That morning, the students all ran into the classroom quickly, because they were going to run for class cadre soon.
I was so nervous that I was afraid I wouldn't be elected vice president. All the students who took part in the election came to the stage to give speeches one after another. When it was my turn, I summoned up my courage and stepped onto the platform with confidence. I secretly encouraged myself: Xu Yi, don't be nervous, come on!
I ran forward and recited my carefully prepared poem "Please Vote for me": Please vote for me/I will be a competent vice monitor/please vote for me/I will lead you/all become writers ... At this moment, applause broke out in the classroom, which was warm and lasting. At this moment, I was moved by myself. I bowed deeply to everyone, and then I quickly went downstairs to prepare for the talent show. I want to sing my famous song the legendary swordsman.
My competitors are very confident and give good speeches. I am even more nervous. My opponent is too powerful. Will I lose this time?
Soon, it will be my turn to perform on stage. I got up my courage again and sang Xiao Shenyang's Laughing Jianghu while dancing. Because I'm a little nervous, I try to raise my voice and try to make myself heard in the last row. After singing, there was warm applause in the classroom.
Then the whole class began to vote. My heart is pounding. I don't know whether my classmates will vote for me or not.
Two days later, the election results came out: Dong was the monitor and the other two competitors were the vice-monitors. I was dumbfounded. I don't believe I lost the election at all, because none of the students who were elected were better than me, and they didn't write any poems. I was still a "little writer" who published many poems.
When I got home, my father asked me if I was the vice president. I whispered, "No!" "I know I must have let my father down. You know, as early as when I was preparing for the election, my father always encouraged me, helped me, carefully guided me to write the poem "Please vote for me", and helped me to increase the auxiliary movements when singing. My father comforted me and said, "It doesn't matter if I'm not chosen. This is a kind of training, which shows that you are not good enough. As long as you continue to work hard, you may succeed next time. " "Really?" I asked dad. Dad said positively, "As long as you study hard and behave well, you will be the monitor one day." "Well, I must work hard! "Tonight, I slept with special peace of mind.
The experience of that election is still deeply imprinted in my mind, and the applause of my classmates has been echoing in my ears. I keep cheering for myself in my heart: work hard, work harder, and be a monitor!