In the first year of junior high school
I may not have reached puberty that year, at least not physically. I was 12 years old that year. I am mediocre, just holding the idea of "two", expressing myself unscrupulously in class, eager to get more attention, but still so mediocre.
Until one day, the class teacher called me to discuss the sports Committee. Of course, the reason is that I dare to speak! Speak louder! I remember a nickname called trumpet! So I am honored to undertake this task. It was with that pride and enthusiasm that I led our class to get a certificate and a clock in a queue competition! Later, I was honored to be the host of the New Year's Day party and parent-teacher conference!
Satisfied my vanity and planted the seeds of pride!
The instructor of the second grade.
The beginning of this year ushered in the military training that fell from the sky. Maybe this is a kind of fate. We met the honorable teacher. He is the head of the group of instructors, but his position is lower than that of the instructors. I guess he is a monitor. He is domineering but not cruel, and his language is strong but not hurtful. After hitting you, you can't keep hatred in your heart, it's just a short grievance and profound reflection!
When we stand in a military posture, he will tell jokes, distract our attention and relieve our fatigue. However, once you find yourself lazy, you will use those "torture" to make an example. He is very strict with our imposing manner, asking us not to talk but to shout.
So I was used as his assistant, so I was closer to him and had a chance to chat with him. I asked him how life in the army was, and he said it was hard. I asked him what the bar on the epaulettes meant, and he said it was rank; I asked him for his contact information, and he said to let me know when I found him again when I entered the army. Every sentence was short and measured, and finally I didn't get the answer I wanted, such as his grades.
After a week of training, there will be a competition, a simple phalanx competition. I shouted slogans desperately, in order to finally see the reality version of empty-handed beheading. The instructor said that he would give us a performance as long as we won the first place. Finally, we succeeded, but we didn't see his performance-they were transferred urgently.
Those friends in grade three
There are many old friends in the class I was assigned to in the third grade, and of course there are more new friends. We train together, take physical examinations together, sprint together during the day, finish school together, and even go to the examination room together. Let's work hard together, make progress together, meet together and get into high school together!
Now that everything is over, it will be another beginning to meet us!
Soon after the first day of school, nothing was known in the class. A tall boy forced me to call him brother. Every time he passes by me, he will habitually call him brother. Then, he would say, "It's nice to be a good girl." Then, I remembered the boy who had dimples when he smiled. Then, I am used to his protection. Then, he just left quietly without telling his sister. And then ..... it's gone, and then. The story is over.
On the first day of school, an ugly boy came up to me and said with a bright smile, "Lao Li!" " I've heard a lot about you! I don't know if you've heard of Ni Qing in Class One of Primary School. "I said," originally, a class of famous loach is you! " Then he said, "Oh, my God. My nickname is louder than my name! People in the Jianghu can't help themselves! "From then on, I remembered the humorous boy-Ni Qing.
In the first class of Grade One, physical education class, I came to the table tennis table with my ping-pong bat and old iron and began to practice. Then, a dark boy stood by and watched. Then he said, "I can try!" " "I looked at him with disdain and said," Come on! "Then, we fought, and I found that I underestimated him. He can spin the ball with his backhand. Later, his seat was behind me. In class, he sent me a note saying that his name was Xu Qiang. Nice to meet me. I asked him how he played table tennis so well. He said that he has a table tennis table at home, so he can play if he has nothing to do. No wonder, later we often learn from each other, so we remembered the black boy-Xu Qiang.
Those people in the first grade, those things, are like bubbles blowing in the wind, drifting away with the wind. .........
The first day is like a kaleidoscope. Everyone's story is colorful, and I am no exception. Stories that make me happy, sad and inspired, like slides, emerge in front of me one by one.
The story happened in the military training of No.1 Middle School.
After a day of class and training, we meet the sunset glow and drag our tired bodies into the classroom again. As we walked, we thought to ourselves, "You don't have to study!" "When I got to the classroom, the teacher said that I would watch a movie at night from today. The whole class cheered. The movie I saw on the first day was called Emerald Forest. The story in Wolf and Sheep is very interesting, and we can't forget it when we go back to the dormitory. The next day, after watching the movie, some sleepy classmates woke up their snoring classmates and then went back to the dormitory. Three days, four days, five days and six days.
The story took place in Wenguang amusement park.
Today is Friday, and the fourth quarter is physical education class. Today, the PE teacher is merciful and lets us play football. The seven of us played for their four school teams for a while, all panting with fatigue, but the two goalkeepers always hung on the goal like baboons. Suddenly the monitor called us and said that the inspection was coming and asked us to gather at once. We must do exercises. Even so, we are very happy.
The story happened in the classroom of this class.
Go to our classroom early in the morning and you will hear bursts of laughter. At about 7: 30, the people in our class almost arrived, and the teacher was coming soon, so we looked for people around us to "keep watch". When the "boss" comes, he will whisper, and we will sit down and pick up the book like lightning. Our laughter remained the same after the teacher left.
The kaleidoscope of life is still changing rapidly, and the slides of memory are still flashing. I believe that the colorful stories of junior high school will continue to be staged, and we will play the melody of youth more brilliantly!
Time flies, the first grade life is coming to an end. During this year, we experienced many things, some unforgettable, some excited, some sad, some excited. They often appear in front of my eyes like slides, which is memorable.
Class 12 is a "big family" composed of fifty-four students. Although facing the new environment and new companions, every classmate's face is filled with sincere and friendly smiles. With curiosity and yearning, I started my middle school career.
See you in the playground.-moved
In the first week of school in physical education class, the PE teacher asked us to run around the playground three times. I don't have to worry about that. Long-distance running has always been my weakness Although I am quite tall, my physical strength is poor. I'm exhausted after running a lap. On the second lap, I was left 20 meters behind by everyone. My limbs are sore, my legs can't be lifted like lead, and I am struggling to move alone. I don't know when, Sports Commission Han Xiru ran to my side, took my hand and said, "Don't give up, come, I'll run with you!" " "My body seems to be injected with a force. Driven by Han Xiru, I gritted my teeth and finally caught up with the big troops bit by bit. I ran three times, and even I couldn't believe I ran down. Han Xiru did not forget to cheer me up: "Come on! You must be all right! " Han Xiru's smile is so brilliant in the sun. During that period, physical education class, this smiling face was printed in my heart, adding a touching first stroke to the picture of my first day of life.
Details determine success or failure-growth
1February, we ushered in the chorus competition of1February 9. For this competition, after 1 1 month's intense study, we made careful preparations and rehearsals again and again, such as conducting, accompaniment, props, explanation, multi-voice ... every student was very involved, and all the cooperation was wonderful, just waiting to present our wonderful and confident performance to everyone that day. However, on the day of the official competition, hopeful students wanted to perform well in the competition, but they had an accident on the stage because they were 20 seconds late. Although our performance on the court was wonderful, they missed the final because these 20 seconds finally affected their performance. After the game, the students reflected and summarized with great regret. Through this incident, everyone understands a truth: details determine success or failure. This kind of experience will make us grow up quickly, and we can't ignore the details in dealing with anything in the future.
The power of teamwork
During the spring outing in senior high school, we went to the Olympic Park for orienteering. For us who have been sitting in the classroom for a long time, this is not an ordinary spring outing. Orienteering is a great test of physical strength and willpower. We have to carry heavy objects in the rain. The team leader Zheng has a strong sense of direction and is our "living map". He is responsible for leading the way. Feng Weiao and He Heng, two comedians, constantly create a happy atmosphere in the boring March. Whenever a classmate is physically exhausted, someone will help him in time. In mutual encouragement and laughter, our group successfully reached the finish line. This activity made us fully feel the importance of cooperation, which is the strength of the team.
Looking back on the colorful life of grade one, I suddenly found myself growing up. I love this United, friendly and positive group, and I will take every step firmly. I believe my middle school life will be more colorful!