The study life in middle school has just begun, and the grades and performances are not as good as those in primary school, which really gives me a headache! Why on earth is this? This should start from the summer vacation.

A few days after the summer vacation, my classmates and I went to another classmate's house to play, and suddenly found a game called Dream Journey to the West in that classmate's computer. Very interesting! I downloaded it immediately after I got home. Because there is no homework in the summer vacation, I play this game every day. From morning till night, it seems that I am not happy without playing this game.

School started, and I entered the overseas Chinese. I didn't have much homework at first. I play games as soon as I get home, and I don't do my homework until eight or nine in the evening. Sometimes I forget to do my homework and don't recite the text.

One day, the head teacher called me over because I forgot to do my homework. The head teacher asked me: Why didn't you do your homework and recite the text for so long? I answered her question truthfully, and she taught me a few words and said it wouldn't happen again. I escaped this time.

I forgot to write a translation of classical Chinese a few days ago, and I haven't finished reciting the text yet. This time, the class teacher has been rude: you haven't finished reciting it for so long, and you haven't done your homework this time. This is the second time! If not, it was last year. Give me your parents' cell phone number! My heart is racing and I don't know what to do. After I gave my mobile phone number to the class teacher, I went back to class and thought, can I escape this time?

When I got home that day, my father said to me seriously: Today, the head teacher called and said that you didn't recite the text and asked what you were doing at home. I replied that you play computer besides doing your homework at home. At this point, my heart was shocked! The head teacher only said that he would call if he didn't do his homework, not today.

I answered my father falteringly: that text is difficult to recite, profound in meaning and difficult to understand. I know this is purely an excuse, but I have nothing else to say. Father said: Your head teacher said that there were only a few people left in the class who didn't recite. I didn't answer. Father said: from today on, you can't touch the computer again unless you can touch it for an hour at the weekend.

From that night to today, I have been trying to recite the text and try to finish it early. This incident touched me deeply and cannot be erased from my mind.