Inadvertently, in a blink of an eye, a week has passed, and you must have learned a lot of new skills in a week. At this moment, we need to write a weekly diary. How to write a weekly diary? The following is my weekly diary of new semester placement (generally 1 1). Welcome to share.

Notes on the new semester placement week 1 Those smiles, those joys and those noises have long faded away in this annoying summer vacation until they disappear.

"You know what? It's time to divide classes. " Some can't help laughing happily, and some shake their heads helplessly. Class 2 is a good class in the eyes of others. But! Almost any teacher in our class will teach us. The boys in the class leave a bad impression on every teacher at every party. "Look, their class is fighting again." We have long been used to what others say, as if we have been labeled as poor students and poor students in our class. It's sad to think that no teacher has said a good word about us.

But you know what, teacher? None of us are poor students, look! The first place every year belongs to our class. Is this a bad class? I really don't understand.

Anyway, you should be very happy now! But we don't want to. We finally got to know everyone and found their cuteness, but they wanted to separate us. Why?

No one should remember this rotten class! I will definitely remember it, printed in the deepest part of my memory. I believe this will be my best memory.

By the time school started, the school had already divided classes. I was assigned to a good class. Once you enter, you will never find the original breath again. I tried to remember, but ... I saw my former classmates, which looked so strange that I didn't want to see them! But there's nothing anyone can do.

Now that it's a foregone conclusion, work hard! Make an appointment to meet in 10.

I will remember your face and everyone's face. I will never forget this wonderful memory.

I know what I'm waiting for, but I feel my heart is suffering. Xia Xia said to me, "Stop crying." I said, "I know, don't cry."

It seems that the more I grow up, the more afraid I am of separation. On the afternoon of Teachers' Day, we watch programs on the playground. In an instant, all senior two students stood up and leaned back. Xia Xia frowned and said, "Here is the curriculum." Suddenly, I felt cold all over and I collapsed. I can't bear to watch this program anymore. I know it's only a matter of time before classes are divided, but I'm disappointed when classes are divided.

Just like the last lesson, the last day we studied together. The head teacher was repairing the broken chair on the podium when the monitor suddenly shouted "Stand up". We all shouted "Happy Teacher's Day". The head teacher said nothing and nodded in surprise. I seem to see the sadness on his face and the depth of silence, perhaps just because he has suffered too much than each of us.

The classroom quieted down, and the class teacher looked at us and said, "Today is Teacher's Day. The best greetings to teachers are two points: First, improve learning efficiency and study hard today. Second, try not to deduct the quantitative score of the class today. " The only conversation I had with the head teacher was yesterday. When it comes to the division of arts and sciences, I am always confused. He told me to stick to my ideas, so I decided to choose art.

Someone asked me why I was crying. Someone asked me why I was crying. Actually, I don't know. I just wanted to cry, so I cried.

At noon today, my mother came to talk to me about the branch. I said to her, "If you hadn't insisted that I choose a subject, I would have chosen liberal arts at the beginning. Now, I think Cowen is more sure than Cowen." Mother handed me the lunch. She said, "Did I give you pressure?" She stared at me, and I quickly lowered my head and scratched my finger on the seat until there were fine lines on it. "No, it didn't give me pressure, but I decided to study literature." Mom, you don't know. Although I'm not diligent, I forced myself to study science in order not to disappoint you. In the first few days of school, I put all my energy into physics and chemistry. But I think the teacher is right. I learned it myself, so I should have my own opinion.

In the past few days, we have been waiting for the final verdict. It seems that even the strongest person will cry, just like a small tree about to be blown down by the wind, leaving the last disappointment and sadness. As long as the head teacher gives the order, we will separate, go to those strange classes, and get to know a group of strangers, perhaps another strange self.

The biggest difference between man and machine is that man has feelings. People are not so easy to choose, and people are not so strong. If people live like machines, loneliness will turn people into machines.

We have walked through the rings of youth, what have we left behind?

There are laughter, tears, friendship, teacher-student relationship and that eternal memory.

The exam at the beginning of the new semester is the key to decide whether I am assigned to a good class or a bad class. But my grades were poor, so I was assigned to a poor class. When the teacher announced that I was in the regular class, I thought a lot.

Throughout the summer vacation, I spent a lot of time swimming, climbing mountains and riding bicycles, which had nothing to do with my study. Naturally, I didn't review carefully and fell behind in the poor class, which may be a punishment for my playfulness. Fools always regret after things happen, but those who know that they regret after things happen are wise. From the moment I was assigned to a poor class, I decided to be a smart person.

After the placement, to my dismay, my head teacher is Miss Gao. Mr. Gao is very good and talks about humanitarianism, but he doesn't know that it is impossible to talk about humanitarianism with "us" students. "We" regard her tolerance as "shameless" capital. Maybe she doesn't know that "we" inherited a great feature of our ancestors-servility. In the group of students like "we", it is very depressing.

After two days of classes, students' nature began to recover. In class, the teacher asked a question, and the whole class seemed to be sitting there motionless as if they had been stabbed. Sometimes, I know the answer clearly, but I am dragged down by this depressing atmosphere and don't want to stand up. In such a class without passion, I often start to feel sleepy in the middle. I can see that the teacher is also depressed and feels depressed. However, when it comes to self-study classes, everyone becomes very excited, as if they had not seen each other for 800 years and talked endlessly. Just thinking of a topic, I was interrupted by the ghostly "thousands of miles away". The class cadre shouted and was silent for only half a minute. In this atmosphere, my head is swelling, annoying, annoying. ...

However, although such a collective is not very good, it can be done by manpower. If you want to study hard, the environment is only one aspect, and the key depends on my willpower. Wen Haolev. Tolstoy once finished his works in the refugee society. Why can't I finish my "work" from this class with ten times better social conditions than refugees? In a different class, I am under great pressure, but I will turn pressure into motivation. Go ahead, it's ninth grade. It's time to fight for what you believe in. When you grow up, you should lose your childlike innocence, learn to struggle and learn to take responsibility.

Everything is a double-edged sword. Although the placement of classes makes me feel great pressure and headache, it also makes me deeply realize that it is time to work hard.

Weekly diary of new semester placement 4! School officially starts today! The day I am looking forward to most has finally arrived!

After changing classes, the teacher led us to a new class. Feeling strange and familiar: strangely, this classroom has never been seen before; What is familiar is that those lively and lovely classmates in the past stood in front of my eyes again. Sitting in the already arranged seat, I felt something was wrong: something seemed to stick to my pants. I turned my head and saw: I was spitting! ! ! "ah! It's disgusting! " I said with a frown. While borrowing paper from my classmates, I thought: Who is the naughty boy who did such disgusting things on my bench? ! The bench was wiped clean. "Jin Guo may be a sinner!" I whispered. My small eyes looked around: "Jin Guo hasn't come yet?" I looked at it and said. When my good sister Sun Donghui reminded me to say this sentence, I "woke up": "Why not lock the" suspect "on Xu Zian? You didn't think of him? " "yes! I almost forgot him, his chances are much greater than that of Jin Guo! " The classmate in front said, "You guessed it, and he did it."

Hum! I saw Xu Zian's treacherous expression and proud expression. He is secretly laughing, as if proud of the "good thing" he has done!

Li heard that he was going to be divided into classes, and he didn't know whether to be happy or sad. However, after thinking about it, she really has nothing to miss. When I think of my classmates, I feel that they are not good people, bullying the disabled in a class and not liking the teachers in the class. It should be good to divide classes.

According to the placement list, Li was assigned to another class. Li stood among his classmates with his schoolbag on his back. The teacher is arranging seats for her. Li thought she would be placed in the first row or the second row. Because Li is not tall, he was always in the first row last class, but I didn't expect Li to be in the third row. Li looked at the people in the first and second rows. Lee Myung-bak, these people are taught by this teacher.

The more Li Yue thought about it, the more uneasy she became. Her deskmate is still a boy. When Li saw him, she knew that he was not a good student. She is even more angry. She hates this teacher. She thinks the teacher thinks she is a student like him. She doesn't think her deskmate deserves to be her deskmate at all. Li can't figure it out. She is a good student, not a bad one. She must prove to the new teacher.

Li doesn't know when it started. The teacher seemed to notice Li and began to ask her questions. She often asks her to answer questions. Li feels different, unlike his deskmate and back desk. Li often watches the front desk playing with his mobile phone under the table in class. Li watched it many times and studied harder.

The teacher really switched seats and moved her to the second row. She finally changed her teacher's opinion. She feels much more relaxed. Finally, she didn't meet a bad student. She decided to continue studying hard. Although she didn't get good grades before, she is confident now. She must improve her grades and be admitted to the top 30 of her grade, which will impress her former classmates and teachers.

I know what I'm waiting for, but I just feel my heart is suffering. Xia Xia said to me, "Stop crying." I said, "I know, don't cry."

It seems that the more I grow up, the more afraid I am of separation. On the afternoon of Teachers' Day, we watch programs on the playground. In an instant, all the high school students stood up and stepped back. Xia Xia frowned and said, "The class list is here." Suddenly I felt cold all over and the whole person collapsed. I don't mind watching this program. I know it's a matter of time before failure, but I'm really disappointed.

Just like the last lesson, the last day we studied together. When the head teacher was repairing the broken chair on the podium, the monitor suddenly shouted "Stand up" and we all shouted "Happy holidays, teacher". The head teacher didn't say anything, but nodded in surprise. I seem to see sadness in his face. Without saying a word, I was deeply impressed. Maybe it's just that he has suffered more than any of us.

After the classroom was quiet, the head teacher looked at us and said, "Today is Teacher's Day. There are two best greetings to teachers: First, improve learning efficiency and study hard today. Second, try not to deduct the quantitative score of the class today. " The only time I spoke to the head teacher was yesterday. Speaking of arts and sciences, I am always at a loss. He told me to stick to my ideas, so I decided to choose liberal arts.

Someone asked me why I was crying, and someone asked me why I was crying. Actually, I don't know. I just wanted to cry, so I cried.

At noon today, my mother came to talk to me. I said to her, "If you hadn't insisted that I choose liberal arts, now I think Cowen is more sure than Cowen." Mother handed me the lunch. She said, "Did I give you pressure?" She stared at me, and I quickly lowered my head and scratched my finger on the seat until there were fine lines on it. "No, it didn't give me pressure, but I decided to learn Chinese." Mom, you don't know. Although I don't work hard, I force myself to study in order not to disappoint you. In the first few days of school, I put all my energy into physics and chemistry. But I think the teacher is right. I learned it myself. I should have my own opinion.

These days, we have been waiting for the final verdict. It seems that even the strongest person will cry, just like a small tree about to be blown away by the wind, leaving the last disappointment and sadness. As long as the head teacher gives the order, we will separate, go to a strange class and meet a group of strangers, perhaps another strange self.

The biggest difference between man and machine is that man has feelings. People are not so easy to choose, and people are not so strong. If people live like machines, loneliness will turn people into machines.

We have gone through the rings of youth, what have we left behind?

There are laughter, tears, friendship, teacher-student love and unforgettable memories.

Chapter 7 of the weekly diary of the new semester remembers that in the space, a friend asked: Why doesn't anyone talk about education? When I surf the Internet, I pay attention to the topic of education. The dispute over which is better in arts and sciences has once again set off waves. On the Internet, different people have different opinions. Personally, I support the current system of separating arts and sciences in senior high schools.

The reason for the separation of arts and sciences is to connect with society. The social division of labor is divided into 1838 occupations. In the initial life of mankind, everyone worked hard together and harvested together. Later, after three social divisions of labor, work was gradually classified and people's lives became more and more convenient. "Good" people are efficient. For example, the original parts of a car come from different countries. With the internationalization of automobile and many industries, it is not difficult to see that the fine division of labor in society is conducive to the development of a society. If you do it yourself, the quality is not to mention, and whether you can finish it within the specified time will be reconsidered. The finer the social division of labor, the more conducive to social progress and improvement of life. Arts and sciences, students of various professions, early training, sculpture. But if you don't have a career direction in your twenties, it will waste a lot of time and energy to enter the university to choose arts and sciences. It is not conducive to the progress of various industries, and it is also not conducive to international integration and survival in competition.

Secondly, the slogan of "reducing the burden" has been shouted for many years. However, it has always shown a trend of only increasing. Some students joked that the math textbook told me that the burden reduction was increasing. Although it is a joke, it is not difficult to see the dissatisfaction with the burden reduction work of the education department. For senior three students, six subjects have been miserable. I study late at night, work overtime, and some even attend classes on weekends. I have been studying hard for twelve years at the cold window, for the three-day college entrance examination, for a foundation, for the future, in the final analysis, for life. Those textbooks are three or four feet away from them. Plus the textbooks of three courses, who knows what this means to students' lives? In the highly competitive college entrance examination, many students are very tired, which leads to weariness of learning, playing online games and self-destruction. There are also students who send brunettes early when the college admission notice floats home. We often say that study should combine work and rest. No rest now, no rest, great pressure. I really don't know the fate of students after the cancellation of arts and sciences. Is it to cultivate talents? Or persecute talents?

Again, can the teaching amount be completed? How about the quality? Now, senior three students. Do a general review before the college entrance examination. I have to make up lessons on holidays and weekends. Six subjects keep many students awake at night. If you add three more subjects. The difficulty of the exam has not been reduced, and it is inevitable to continue further study. Nine subjects, well written and reasonable. Q: Can teachers and students complete such a large amount of teaching? Even if it's finished. Can senior three review be completed? How efficient are students in accepting knowledge?

Finally, human science tells us that everyone has his own strengths. Some people are good at liberal arts, while others are good at science. Some people don't study well, but they are outstanding in art and sports. However, if the high school liberal arts score line system is abolished, the college entrance examination will be unfair.

We can't ignore everyone's characteristics. All walks of life need professionals, not generalists. Versatile and even mediocre. Learn three courses a year and one course a year. The quality of the comparison results is very obvious. A person engaged in scientific research does not need to learn chess, calligraphy and painting. You don't need to learn how to score a costume designer. There is no occupation that needs a generalist, and cultivating a generalist is a waste of teaching resources and capital investment. The current knowledge system is enough for people to use in their work and life. The so-called quality does not mean erudition. For example, in Ji Xianlin, only 4 points were scored on the test paper 100%.

In addition, many people blame the lack of China Nobel Prize on art and science. I don't think so. Examination-oriented education is the culprit. I asked the students, what is your goal? Most of them have been admitted to ideal universities, but those who have won the Nobel Prize are not counted. Go to college. Why? There are still most people who say they want to make money, and few people say they are the best in their own industry. Without certain values of life, what qualities can we have? In fact, going to college is for living. If a person's basic life is not satisfied, what is his ideal? Only when the material life reaches a certain level can it be civilized by going up a storey still higher. At present, China's national conditions are like this. Students' outlook on life, values and world outlook has not yet reached a certain level. Arts and sciences have become the chief culprit of Shaanxi's lack of Nobel Prize, which is really wrong.

Notes on the new semester's placement week 8 When others are still hesitating to learn liberal arts, I am already sitting in the classroom of liberal arts class, and I still miss my previous classes. Too reluctant, reluctant to warm atmosphere, reluctant to get along with classmates for 262 days, reluctant to laugh at the class teacher. Fortunately, we can still see familiar faces in Chinese class now.

Sitting in a strange classroom, looking at strange faces, I can't see Mr. Zhou's big black leather bag, I can't hear Mr. Wang's vivid historical story, and I can't find the feeling of "home" Busy study makes me have no time to care where it is. Just passing by the former classroom occasionally, I suddenly remembered that this home has changed its owner. I have no reason to go in again, just to have a look.

In the days of liberal arts classes, you don't have to do painful physics problems and complicated chemical formulas. Instead, it is a book that can't be finished. Forgive me for not remembering a complete note, remembering a text for two weeks, and forgive me for writing my homework in a mess ... I am no longer a study Committee member, because no one here will admit that a person who fails math is a study Committee member, and I don't have the courage to undertake this important task anymore.

Forget it, I haven't touched my novel for more than 200 days. Now, I have no time to think, think and write, only compositions and essays. I am too young to satisfy my inner desires. Fortunately, some people in this new class appreciate my brave words. I know that I am not the only one who can write good words with 65 hands in this classroom. My pressure and motivation come from this.

We can't go back. We have a new home, but our hometown has a new owner. Although I yearn for the warm home in the past, this is the height where I can fly my dreams. I want to learn to bear and adapt. I know I can't stay in the harbor and hide in the corner forever. Wind and rain will always invade every corner of the world, and I must learn to face it.

Resettlement is a new beginning. You can cry, but you can't be sad forever. Time can heal sorrow. There will be new friends in the new environment. However, all good things must come to an end, and friends will leave one day. I should not learn to miss it.

For me, words are melancholy and seeds of happiness, so I put my pain in them and then turn my hope into a paper plane and fly away. I regard words as dreams. Every stroke is the cornerstone of my dream. The work is hard, but I never complain. My choice is my own responsibility.

We don't have to regret that the road under our feet is bumpy and sometimes flat. It's just a small puddle on this road, and we don't need to remember it. However, we cannot go back to the past.

Weekly Notes for the new semester 9 Today, we arranged it again. If this adjustment is still a small adjustment, then I really don't know what the so-called big adjustment will be.

When the teacher finished watching the separated students, some people laughed and some bowed their heads. I suddenly remembered the scene when I first came to this class. I can remember the past vividly, but now that we are leaving, maybe we shouldn't say goodbye, and we will meet again later, but I will be careful whether we will become strangers one day.

The deskmate smiled and said, "I'm going down. I'll say hello to you later! " "I smiled and nodded and said yes, but laughing is uglier than crying. I looked down and wiped the paper I had painted with a pencil with an eraser, but it didn't clean. I tried to smile, but my heart was like a knife. I stood there laughing, afraid to look up and talk to my classmates, because I was afraid that my classmates would see the tears flashing in my eyes.

My classmates handed me the book on the blackboard. I nodded and walked to the podium, trying to put it back in its original position. If a person's mood can be like a book, it can be put back in place after reading it. I wonder if I won't be sad every time. If you can really start over, I wonder if you will work harder.

Walking off the platform, I saw two students sitting there motionless, staring at the pale desktop. I patted the desktop and said, "Go out for a walk!" " " ! I will find many classmates in the future. She stood up and said, "I feel like a walking corpse now." I stared and said, "How come?" In fact, I really don't know how to answer her when she said this, because even I feel like a walking corpse.

Climbing the brand-new railing and staring into the distance, the students are very busy. Seeing the students talking together, I wiped my tears with my hands from time to time. Look up at the sky. The sky is covered with thick clouds. There is no wind or sunshine.

"Ding ..." After school, the class passed quickly!

Walking on my way home, I first found that the distance of 200 meters was like two kilometers. Everything around has not changed. Some people are peddling carts by the roadside and some students are joking. I wonder if there is such a thing, will there be no separation? I looked up at the sky because I didn't want to think about it any more. On second thought, I'm afraid I can't control my tears and it's not good to walk with my head down. You always keep your head down and think about many things.

I am almost home at last. In fact, however long the road is, it will come to an end. Walking alone may be a bit lonely, but in the end, it's enough to feel meaningful, don't you think?

Weekly record of the new semester 10, divided into arts and sciences. We sat in this classroom for the last time.

The teacher stood on the platform and looked at us reluctantly.

"The teacher said here," the teacher stopped our conversation. "Students, especially liberal arts students. The teacher hopes that there is no other reason for you to choose liberal arts, but simply love liberal arts. " The teacher showed us a movie.

The short film shows a boy studying law, sitting firmly on a bench, "I am willing to defend the dignity of the law with my life."

"Students, especially liberal arts students." The teacher looked at many of us and I knew what he wanted to say. "I don't want you to study literature for so-called comfort. Several students here, you have scientific talent. "

The teacher earnestly advised us for the last time.

The atmosphere in our class has always been quite relaxed. However, one thing is clear. Stupid people are too lazy to learn literature, and smart people are too lazy to learn theory. A classmate I knew as early as junior high school told me that she felt that our liberal arts students were really wronged, and everyone thought that those who studied liberal arts could not study science. After the weekly exam, students who are lax in class can easily catch up with those who are serious in class, which is really a great blow to liberal arts students.

But our school is a science school, but the enrollment rate is ahead of other schools. We have chosen this place, which is already irresponsible to ourselves. How can you complain that the school values science over literature?

What I want to say is that everyone has their own differences, different wishes and different choices for the future. All we can do is seize this moment and live a wonderful life.

New semester placement weekly article 1 1 "placement" is a harsh word for me who just entered junior high school and just attended night school. Since the placement, I have been unable to adapt to the new class, new classroom, new desks and chairs, and everything is in an unsuitable state. Even the teacher's way of attending classes has gradually become unsuitable for me, and I am often distracted in class. "Being placed" has always been my lingering nightmare, and it is also a "terrorist incident" that I can't forget.

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"Classmates, the new semester is coming, and you will soon become a junior high school student. However, the teacher reminds you to use the last period of summer vacation to improve your relationship with your classmates. We will be divided into classes as soon as school starts. " Seeing this news, I can't believe it is true. I kept comforting myself in my mind that this was a dream, this was a dream, so I subconsciously pinched my thigh and the pain spread all over my body as quickly as possible. Although I feel painful, I still don't want to accept the fact. Now, I have to accept the reality, but whenever I recall all the happy and sad things about my old classmates and me, my nose can't help crying. Although the classes are divided, I can still play with those old classmates, which is not the worst. Whenever we have a group activity, there will always be one or two people who will say, "I remember my old class too much!" " "We often stop acting, get lost in thought and think about the past.

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