On Thursday morning, as soon as I entered the classroom, I rang the preparatory bell. But many students, like those who are not awake, slowly take out Chinese books, stay for a while, and then slowly take out finishing books and papers. The monitor organized everyone to read aloud, but the voice buzzed like a mosquito and gradually disappeared.

After a while, Miss Li hurried over and said, "We're going to take dictation ... notes. Fragments, give you a few minutes to review. "

As soon as this was said, the students finally opened their dim eyes, and the sound of reviewing books and examination papers sounded, followed by the sound of reading one after another, and the classroom was suddenly full of vitality.

Finally, the dictation is over, and it's time to collect the homework, but many students forget it. Turn over the books to see if there is anything wrong with the dictation.

I only heard Xu Shi Qi shout, "Hurry up and do your homework!" The students just woke up from their dreams. Like a rabbit, I ran away with some homework and left me sitting around.

Suddenly, Mi Jingfeng's voice came again: "Liu Heqiu, hand in your math homework!" " I quickly went to find my math homework again. But there was a "chemistry mountain" on the desk, and I looked for it for a long time before I found my math homework.

Then I began to clean up my chemistry homework. This time, as before, there is a book missing. When I checked, Zhou Sinan didn't hand it in again. I just turned my head and wanted to "roar" Zhou Sinan's chemistry homework. From above came john young's roar: "Liu, where are your physics and history?" Embarrassed, I quickly turned around to find my physics and history homework.

When I finally found it, Zhou Sinan was late with her chemistry homework. I gave my homework to Wu Hao, so he still has a set of homework on his desk. Only heard the voice of Wu Hao bitterness, "oh, oh, so boring. What's wrong with that? I don't clip homework? " I'm glad I missed my homework, otherwise I'll only miss the northwest wind when I look at Wu Hao's small eyes.

When everyone else's homework was finished, Chen began to collect counseling books slowly. He first asked us for books one by one, then came back one by one to collect them and put them back. I looked at it as if it had been a century.

It's another * * *, and class begins. As soon as Mr. Zhou came in, the class representatives rushed out of the classroom one by one. At the moment, half the people in the classroom are gone.

The rest of the students are busy: Ge Yu and john young are fighting again; Shan talked to himself again, and my sides were empty, so I had to look around and set my eyes on Miss Zhou. I saw Mr. Zhou looking at the students sitting there, looking speechless, as if he was distressed that his class was missing a few minutes.

This kind of story is staged every day. There is no magnificent scene or thrilling plot in the story. However, the plain story records the bits and pieces of our junior high school life and will become the most beautiful time in memory.

The story of our class

Author: Wang

On a sleepless cold night, it was still raining outside the window. Tossing and turning, some scattered thoughts warm a cold pillow, and all the feelings that have been touched seem to nourish the time of life, and they don't need to be remembered anymore, but they will always be in my heart.

Tracing back along the time, I remembered a math quiz in senior one. Somehow, I failed the exam. Looking at the dazzling scores on the test paper, I shed tears of disappointment. My classmates came to comfort me when they saw it. Some send paper towels; Some gently brushed my trembling back to show comfort; There are also people who send gentle words.

After school, we walked on campus, and I was still sobbing. Ge He took my arm and kept comforting me: "Nothing, just a quiz ..." "Sum up your own experience and you will do well in the next exam. Be optimistic! ..... "The night is deep, and the swaying branches on the road are crying in a low voice. By the soft moonlight, I saw their caring cheeks. These words are like a trickle, trickling in my heart and smoothing my wounds.

I still remember that time, there was a "blackboard eraser war" in the class. The fuse was that Yang was cleaning the blackboard on duty that day, and I deliberately scribbled on the blackboard. At first, Yang was unreasonable. I drew a little, and she rubbed a little, so I fought a long struggle for support. But she couldn't stand my repeated provocations. She wiped the chalk board with one hand and pointed at me with the other, crooked her neck and pursed her mouth into a line, but she wiped the chalk board on my face with lightning speed. I don't know who it is. Watching is not a problem. There is a saying from the earth: "Hey, the king has turned white!" Liu Tongxue laughed my head off.

Without saying anything, the Jedi fought back, grabbed the eraser and slapped each of them in the face. Suddenly, Liu Tongxue's laughter came to an abrupt end. He ran after me in the classroom with an eraser. Soon the whole class joined in and gradually changed from "tribal war" to "class civil war". During the short "truce" time, everyone looked at me, I looked at you and looked at the mess on the ground. They all pointed to each other's gray cat faces and laughed heartily.

Once, we encountered a once-in-a-century power outage and suddenly the classroom exploded. "I can't see anything at night because of this power outage. How do I study at night? " "That is, that is, how to study at night?" "Unless you can't learn at night, leave school early!" You hold me back and forth, and the final conclusion is that if you don't make a phone call, you don't have to study at night. The students all worship heaven and earth, and almost used two pig heads to pray for blessings.

With the arrival of the night, the darkness slowly enveloped the classroom. Teacher Guo gave an order: "School is over, you can't study at night!" The students cheered for a while, only to hear Xu shouting: "Let's go, don't call again!" " "Students are more eager to clean their schoolbags. I don't know who added: "Where is classmate Hong?" The students burst into laughter at once. It's really hard to find the flood in the briquette! The students in the class had almost left, and suddenly the light came on. Some students who didn't leave panicked, grabbed their schoolbags and turned around and ran. That speed may break the world record! Teacher Guo smiled helplessly and muttered, "Alas, these children! "

Hell of junior high school life is nourished by our naughty children. Looking back suddenly, we only have less than a year to get along, but those classmates who cried, laughed, played and made trouble together in memory, and those stories that were sour or sweet or bitter or spicy, will never be washed away by the torrent of time. ...

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