Quiet composition in the examination room (1) This is the final exam of mathematics. This topic is so difficult that even the math class representatives in my class can't work it out.
The sound of the pen is ringing. The basic questions are not difficult. The students did it quickly, and some of them had written the third page.
I clearly saw that the "king of rags" in our class was playing with his paper. This piece of paper has been twisted and torn in several places, as if howling in pain. He also scribbled on it with a pen. Now it is less than twenty minutes before the end of the exam, and a large part of the test paper he deliberately raised is still empty! I'm sure he failed again.
The sound of "brushing" slowly stopped, and the students were doing difficult problems. Then, the students began to "show their talents".
A classmate untied the zipper, took out a cheat sheet, and after copying it, threw the cheat sheet "Waste Utilization" on the desk of the classmate behind him; A classmate put the cheat sheet in the draft book before the exam and took it out to copy it; A classmate hid the math book in a drawer and took it out to copy it. What's more, we hide the cheat sheet in our shoes, and we have to take off our shoes to copy it, which makes us unable to open our mouths.
After reading the teacher's newspaper, I came to check it. A cheating classmate was caught by the teacher and sent to the guidance office, while others continued to copy during this time.
Ding rang, so I had to hand in my paper, but I haven't finished it yet! When will there be no such story in the examination room, so that I can finish the paper quietly?
Quiet composition in the examination room (2) Today is the last day of our mid-term exam. The thought of relaxation and happiness after the exam makes me feel happy.
Perhaps it is the influence of this positive emotion. My thinking and analysis of solving problems are quite accurate. At this time, some difficult knowledge points are so familiar to me. Soon, I finished the test paper. In my spare time, it's very relaxing to sit at my desk and watch others rack their brains and scratch their heads and try their best to solve problems.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a junior high school classmate in front of me, bared his teeth and gestured, secretly sending notes everywhere. What is this? New dance? Or a show? Gradually, when I saw him make a gesture with others and write something on the test paper, I gradually understood in my heart, ah! So they're cheating!
At noon yesterday, a picture came to my mind: Zheng Yuxiu, a classmate who had been weak in our class at that time, was caught red-handed by our Chinese teacher for playing English cheat sheets. At that time, I clearly remember that Zheng Yuxiu, who was reprimanded by the teacher, looked disapproving. I don't know what she thinks. At least, I think if the teacher catches me, I will feel humiliated, even ashamed. Bad luck this time. I was caught by my boss. I can't get caught next time!
I looked at him with almost contemptuous eyes, and my heart was full of contempt for him, but he still looked like no one was watching, pretending to be serious on the surface and secretly passing notes until he finished writing. He is still a deadpan heart. While greeting his classmates with an expression, he said that he had spent a lot of time studying this time, and he was sure to get good grades in this exam. When I heard this sentence, I always resisted me who did not expose him. Like these cheating students, as long as they still have energy and energy when they cheat in the exam, are they still worried about not studying well? As the saying goes, "Steal gold when you are young." Don't these usual bad behaviors accumulate crimes in people's minds? If a small exam like this is caught cheating, it may only be reported by the whole school, but what if it is the time for the senior high school entrance examination, college entrance examination and examination work? Will it be just a notice? That will ruin your future and make you condemned by your conscience for life!
Now many students are desperate for a little fake grades, and cheat sheets and notes are everywhere, so they can copy them and get good grades. What's more, they brought pagers into the examination room. Although this kind of behavior is deeply hated by teachers, it has been repeatedly banned and never changed. We must not turn a blind eye to this bad behavior, because it is self-deception. If you find this kind of behavior, you must stop it. Only in this way, we will not be condemned by our conscience, we will not be afraid, we will happily maintain a positive mood and we will grow up healthily.
Quiet composition in the examination room (3) The invigilator came into the classroom with a thick stack of math papers. The students sat upright, waiting for the teacher to hand out the test papers.
As soon as the students got the test paper, they picked up their pens and took the time to do it.
A student did it as soon as he got the test paper. The previous questions were all handy, and he passed all the way, with a smug smile on his face. For this exam, he made a lot of efforts and reviewed a lot of materials. But while doing it, the smile on his face disappeared-he encountered a difficult problem and the last one. He has listened to the teacher before and listened carefully to this question, but he can't do it according to the teacher's method. He was in a hurry, and when he was at a loss, an idea suddenly occurred to him. He looked up at the invigilator, forty or fifty years old, just middle-aged. The invigilator, with his hands on the platform, frowned and eyes bright, tried to find some cheating guys from the students and carefully observed their every move. He sighed and looked back at the test paper. He looked at the problem again and again, but he just couldn't work it out.
The invigilator looked at the paper, turned around and took a piece of chalk to write on the blackboard. This is a good opportunity. He tore a piece of paper from the manuscript paper and wrote on it with a pen: How to do the fifth question? Then knead the note into a ball and put it between your index finger and thumb. Hit hard, missed, hit the table and fell to the ground. He sighed, tore off another piece of paper and wrote the same words on it with a pen. Ready to play, just then, the teacher turned around and looked back at the students. He was very upset, but something happened at this juncture, blaming the teacher for turning around at this time.
After a while, the headmaster called the teacher outside, and the invigilator hurried out to talk to the headmaster outside. What a godsend. He thought to himself. Hurriedly shot out the long-awaited paper ball in my hand. This time, it didn't miss, just landed on a student's desk. He was secretly happy, pretending to check the test paper, and kept his eyes on the student: when he saw the teacher was away, he opened the paper ball. After reading it, he wrote a few words on the back with a pen and grabbed it and threw it at him. He is glad that he succeeded this time. The paper ball fell on his test paper, and he quickly opened the note. There was no answer written on the note, just saying: I don't know, just look at the blackboard. At this time, he didn't notice several big letters written on the blackboard: Attention, there is an error in the fifth question, please don't answer.
Writing quietly in the examination room (4) The examination papers are handed out, and time passes by. I turned over the test paper and repeated calculations. I can only get 50 points for my own questions at most.
"50 points, 50 points ..." I couldn't help shivering in my heart. My father's overbearing slap appeared in front of me, and my father's deafening roar echoed in my ear: "I passed the exam this time and gave you an electronic watch; If you fail the exam, I'll break your leg! " Thought of here, my eyes involuntarily inclined to the paper on the desk, struggling to find the answer I desperately want to know.
Copy a question, sasha vujacic ... My heart is pounding like twenty-five mice scratching their hearts with their claws. My face is burning.
Copy a question, sasha vujacic ... My heart is pounding in my throat, my hand holding the pen is shaking, and my handwriting is crooked. Even it seems to be laughing at me, making me unable to face up to my words.
No, the teacher is coming. Ah, Wang, my heart is about to jump out! I buried my head very low, supported my head in my hands, and through my fingers, I saw the teacher come to me and walked slowly past. I turned my stiff neck and glanced at the back in panic. Oh, it was a false alarm. Well, after all, I still feel guilty.
I can't write anymore. My brain swells, my face has a fever and my heart is pounding. I dare not face up to the problems I have done. At this time, I don't know which nerve dominates me. I crossed out the answer that didn't belong to me just now with a pen. I took a long breath and my beating heart fell back from my throat. I put down my pen, as if I had unloaded a thousand pounds of burden, and suddenly I was relaxed a lot.
"Jingle bell ..." It's time. I took this piece of paper that really belongs to me and gave it to the teacher.
The score came out, 50 points, and I really failed. Although I failed this time, I feel very calm. These 50 points, every point is my real achievement. I guess I just went home and got beat up. Although the flesh hurts, the heart is innocent. Of course, from now on, I will take the time to study hard and try to get good grades in the next exam.