"Depend, hello classmate ..." This is my mantra.
In the third year, I had coffee and eye drops every day, and my life was easier. My hair hasn't been cut for a long time, and it is long and curly on my skull, like a lazy wig. The backpack was loose on my shoulders, as desperate as I was.
The math teacher asked me to get a book from the office that day, and I was very sleepy. I hesitated when I reached the door, but I strode in. The math teacher didn't see my impatience at all, but still pointed at my notebook with calloused fingers. My breath splashed all over my face and my stomach turned upside down. I really can't stand the "spit bath". I yawned, grabbed the book from the math teacher, answered "Oh" and turned away. Leave a sigh. Hum, you only know that I made four mistakes in five questions, and you also saw that I copied the right one. When have you ever taught me patiently? Forget it, don't learn.
English class is the happiest time of my day. I wander in my dream, and all I see is the blue sky, the sunshine in Jin Shanshan, and the hearty laughter of the children who are chasing behind me, far away outside the classroom where I sleep, without any anger. I have always enjoyed the privilege of catching up on the sleep occupied by the game in English class last night. As long as my snoring is not beautiful, I can be as free as air.
I don't study again, so I don't have to take the exam. Last time I took a leave to sleep at home and lay in a warm bed, I wanted to laugh at the thought that my classmates in the same world were sweating. I don't know how difficult it is to have no exam. I glanced at the extra test paper that the teacher threw at me. If I search in the examination room, I can't answer it either. I am a little glad that this embarrassment has not been exposed, which is a great relief. The deskmate complained that she didn't do well in the exam. She fell from seventh to fifteenth, and almost hit the wall with anger. I thought, if I want to test your score, I will hit a wall, too. She studied very hard, but she suffered from neurasthenia, which was not worth it.
It's not that I have no favorite subjects. I like physics best. I do what the physics teacher says. Electricity is generated by friction, work is done by gravity, and everything in the physical world is so interesting. He never seems to take me seriously. He has his favorite students. I also have an ideal to be a library manager. But when I mentioned it in public, I responded with contempt. I also have a girl I like, always hiding in the dark to see her beautiful back. I also hope to have a teacher who can make me change my laziness and study hard … but everything is different just because I am a poor student. I am eager to change, too.
It was already dark when I came home from school. I was walking alone with my westernized schoolbag on my back, looking at the shadow so lonely. Once upon a time, I became so depraved that I heard a wry smile from the depths of my soul in the silent night. The street lamp suddenly lit up, and the light rushed into my eyes desperately and walked past. It pulled my shadow sideways in the middle of the narrow road, like ink and ferocious. The desire to meet Bole has never stopped, but will it be relieved if it is shattered?
The road left no trace, but I passed it.
The second part: My junior high school life.
I went to Qiu Lai in the summer, ending my relaxing summer vacation. I picked up my familiar schoolbag, took my familiar textbook and went back to my familiar classroom. Everything looks familiar. However, there is no doubt that I am already a junior high school student. I feel the burden on my shoulders, which is called responsibility.
The study life in junior high school is completely different from that in grade one and grade two. If we say that our study in Grade One and Grade Two is to study quietly under the deck and not feel any storms, then now we need to face the challenge of storms. School, home, school, home ... the busy life at two o'clock and one line cannot be delayed for a moment. Thinking hard about a series of mathematical and physical problems every day, writing English words quickly on paper and writing neat notes in books have long been commonplace. Reading with the light on until midnight every night has long been commonplace. Now, it's time for us to make one last effort.
The great inventor Edison once said, "Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration." It's true. Only studying hard is the real road to success. In other words, only by taking every step down-to-earth can we succeed. In fact, you and I both know that June 20 12 is a crucial moment for the law of the jungle. The battlefield of the senior high school entrance examination has always been a narrow road, and the deer will die, filled with smoke and murderous. Once we retreat, powerful opponents will trample us under their feet. Therefore, success will be closer to us only if we are strong enough.
There is no time limit to success. This is the result of a person's efforts and the best praise from society. Students, the smoke has dispersed, the drums have sounded and the horn has sounded. It's just that the road ahead is full of thorns and twists and turns, waiting for us to polish our steel guns and cut through thorns. Today, we study together in the same classroom. Maybe tomorrow, we are enemies and rivals, and we will meet. Our life is like a play without rehearsal. It is impossible to pause, fast forward and turn back. The success of this play depends on only one person, only one person _ yourself. Students, time waits for no one. Let's go hand in hand and look forward to a successful bloom in June next year!
The third part: My junior high school life.
Looking up at the sign in front of the class, I suddenly found that we were in Grade Three. The seemingly dark appearance also shines with sharp light, leading me forward.
(early) morning
Next to me, a junior high school student who was as light as a swallow skipped to the school gate, remembering that he was going to be late, and wanted to speed up his steps, but he was forced to stop this idea because his schoolbag was heavy and there were a bunch of books in his hand. When I entered the school, I didn't have to check gfd because of the third grade. I sighed slightly in my heart, but I didn't know whether I was happy or sad.
Copying homework is still rampant, but it has improved. The efficiency of the first class is always the lowest, some write under the table, some are immersed in sweet sleep, some are eating breakfast that they can't eat in the morning, and of course some are listening to the class. As for the next few classes, they usually pass unconsciously, day after day.
noon
The mental and physical exhaustion of the morning has made my stomach growl. You can only peek at TV while eating. After dinner, I struggled painfully between reviewing and sleeping, and finally I lost my review to sleeping. Only in the third grade did I really feel the joy of sleeping.
afternoon
During class, the teacher suddenly came in with a stack of test papers and announced that he would take the exam. It was not surprising at all. After the results came out, no matter how the exam went, everyone's enthusiasm for asking each other about the results faded. Occasionally, when teachers read grades from high to low, they are always afraid that their names will appear behind them.
Rice, as if not enough to eat; Sleep, it seems that I don't have enough sleep, and my homework seems to be endless. This is my life in grade three. Although very tired, but also very full. I believe that as long as you pay, you will get something again.
Chapter four: My life in Grade Three.
"I didn't know I had done a little homework until I went to bed. I didn't know I hadn't read a book until I finished the exam. The teacher said that an inch of time and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time. " A familiar lyrics, brisk tone, sang our vague childhood.
March in spring, Yan Yan mud, June in summer, lotus full of pools, September in autumn, crickets singing, October in winter and wintersweet fragrance. Entering the third grade, I have gone through 15 years of ups and downs. In retrospect, the success I have been expecting has long since disappeared. The busy study career never ends. I have been chanting "reducing the burden, reducing the burden" all day long, which has taught us to grow. How many students looked up and sighed: the burden has been reduced, and it has become more and more "rich"!
The third grade is the starting point of youthful vitality. In the third grade, the "delicious" life is busy and full. Now let's learn to bear it! Facing piles of papers and exercises, facing the teacher's nagging senior high school entrance examination, we are still studying hard after the pain. The sky of youth is half deep and half gorgeous. The sun shines obliquely through the cracks in the leaves, and the cold and hot air makes me wonder what season it is. People who have met before are coming. Hurry up. Go on, hurry up.
The millipede is dead but not stiff.
In the early morning of the third day, the harsh alarm clock pierced the sky, and I didn't want to open my sleepy eyes and meet Duke Zhou in my next dream. Walking into the busy life mode, the busy life in the third grade has yielded unexpected fruits. On the third day, we played tense music, took a deep breath once or twice, and burst into a bright smile like the morning light. Birds fly by wings, and we grow by ourselves. The post-90 s children pretend too deeply and cover up too strongly. We should use actions to interpret the post-90s generation, not pretending not to be hurt, but being truly powerful from the heart!
Youth in the third grade is like a poem. Read with a smile, pick up fragments of poetry and accumulate a little poetry. On the third day, busy and full, I read the blue sky overhead with my heart and released my surging emotions into the blue sky. The road ahead is still very long, don't let your steps stay in the present, be a girl with wings and bid farewell to sadness.
The youth of the third grade is already eager to try, and dreams and happiness are waiting at the intersection we must pass.
Article 5: My junior high school life
Everyone says that life in junior high school is free and easy. I naturally expected to grow up quickly and enjoy junior high school life until I got it. It turns out that the price of freedom is sadness. This price is too high and too painful. I can't reflect it at the moment.
Junior high school life is full of happiness, distress, confusion and sadness. Too many emotions are integrated, and the short junior high school life becomes simple and complicated, which makes people worry and unforgettable.
Going to junior high school means that you have grown up. Now you are not the "little princess" or "little master" that everyone loves to protect. It means that you have your own ideas and freedom, and you are no longer a person who only listens to your parents and has no opinions. Although there is freedom, life is out of control; Although I have grown up, there are some things I can't do by myself.
In the past, it was natural and easy for teachers to help solve any difficulties in school. Learning is not very urgent, even if you can't control yourself, at least you have strict parents around you. Being pampered at home, paying no attention to anything, and having parents around. Life is orderly.
But in junior high school, everything naturally changed. It's like entering a strange world. Small things are solved by themselves at school. The school is also very nervous and has a lot of homework. When I can't control myself, my parents won't care too much. Because they think they should learn to be conscious when they go to junior high school. At home, she is not the spoiled "little princess" she used to be. You should pay attention to everything yourself, because they say you should have your own opinions when you grow up. In this way, junior high school life is spent in chaos. There is no order in daily life.
In junior high school life, when I meet something that makes people feel distressed, the sad thing always tears myself. Always smile in front of classmates and pretend to be strong. In fact, laughter just masks my sad side. Now I understand the meaning of "tears in laughter". Because there is no broad shoulders like my parents before. That shoulder hurts like a warm stove, just like Stray Kids found a home. But now, I have no home to go back to. I only cry when I am sad, and now I have no shoulder to lean on. Because the person leaning on the shoulder is the old me.
Everyone says that life in junior high school is free and easy. I naturally expected to grow up quickly and enjoy junior high school life until I got it. It turns out that the price of freedom is sadness. This price is too high and too painful. I can't reflect it at the moment.
When I am depressed, I always think of everything before. I think as long as I get good grades, my parents will naturally love me more. But when I told them everything about the school, they only said "work hard". Then go back to work. I am more angry with my confidence for their indifference. I have been thinking to myself: maybe my parents just want to use that kind of disdainful extension to make me pay more attention to them and attract them with learning. So I am working harder to restore my previous achievements and myself.
Life in junior high school has left countless pains and joys. Pain is short-lived, happiness is permanent. This is what I have always believed.
Perhaps in your junior high school life, there have been countless ups and downs.
For my former self, junior high school life is a mysterious cotton yarn. I always want to reveal its true colors and see the surprises inside. But now it is open, but it has brought a lot of distress, confusion, happiness, sadness and so on. This surprise is really unacceptable to me in an instant. But it still came in, and it can't go back if it wants to. Maybe this will make me remember and relive my junior high school life more.
Article 6: I am in Grade Three.
I am in grade three, preparing for the exam, and I am busy.
I often chat online, listen to songs, play the piano and watch TV (of course, I have to study). Sometimes I will write a sentence or two that I think rhymes, and then comfort myself that this is a poem.
I often go home to study, jump around the house, eat snacks and sing loudly like a wild girl because I didn't do well in the exam.
Sometimes I think that's what my nickname is often called. Why can't I do something worthy of the name quietly like a real big lady?
Sometimes in order to complete the plan, I can't sleep well until late. Sometimes I complain ambitiously that the third grade is bitter and tired, but I feel that the third grade is very fulfilling.
Really, this is the case in the third grade. In the third grade, I learned what is strength in difficulties, what is struggle in competition, what is cruelty in failure and what is hard-won in success.
I believe that after the third grade, I will have a spirit and a belief, so that I can work hard on the road of life!
Girls in grade three, take your steps and rush forward!
Article 7: My junior high school life.
The third grade has come to my eyes, and the invisible pressure makes me want to escape, but how can I really escape? The teacher's expectant eyes and the family's worried eyes have kept me depressed, but now that my grades are like this, I am beginning to get confused.
I am a very insecure person, so I am sensitive to the things around me. Whenever something small happens, I will be affected and can't concentrate on my study. I have no choice. Whenever you ask me if I have tried my best, I hesitate to answer, because I already have the answer in my heart, and I don't! I can't concentrate on my life composition in grade three, but I think I tried, just like you said, I didn't try my best. I smiled. Indeed, I am too dependent on people around me. When I was in doubt, I thought about it less than three times, and my heart began to get upset, so I asked you for help. After a long time, sometimes I want to find you when I see a problem ... dependence is gradually formed.
Sometimes it's sad. Isn't it nice to have people around you?
Almost all my friends have better grades than me. Their presence always seems to dampen my enthusiasm, but what can I do? They are my friends, but without them, I think my life should be just as sad. Sometimes their existence gives me a learning atmosphere so that I can study with them with peace of mind.
Sometimes, life is so helpless I must support it before the end of the third year. Knowing that it has passed, I am no longer sure whether I can get into high school ... I can only do my best. ...