My name is * * *, 12 years old. I am a boy. I study in Class * * of Changsha Yali Middle School. I come from Jiangxi. Because of the high quality of education in Hunan, I embarked on the road of studying. My uncle lives near the school, so I am a day student. Walking every day makes my legs muscular and makes me perform well on the basketball court.

My academic performance is not very good, and I am in the middle and lower reaches. I always like to interrupt in class, which is a bad habit. In my study, to be honest, I don't work very hard. I always live the same life every day like a mediocre worker. Homework also has ups and downs, so it has become a "frequent visitor" in the office. I am not very serious about my learning attitude. Sometimes I always feel that there is a lot of time, and finally I know that those wasted time has turned into regret. On the way to school, my broken-line image is the ups and downs of mountains, and my score has never been stable. Maybe this is where I look for my own learning problems.

Before I went to school, my life in the dormitory was not very satisfactory. Discipline is always deducted one or two points, as well as housekeeping, folding quilts and cleaning. I always can't do it well. So I add a number to every penalty sweep. The happy life in the dormitory is inseparable from me. Singing without voice in the throat when taking a bath will always attract a loud reprimand from the life teacher. There are also interesting things about brushing your teeth and washing your face in the morning, and a collection of jokes before whistling at noon, without me. Ha ha! Perhaps it is this playful attitude that has depressed my grades! When I was a day student, my classmates said that the dormitory stinks. Why didn't you come? I said I didn't want to, but my parents didn't. How I miss the life in the dormitory.

Because of my attitude, my biggest hobby is basketball. There are my agility, my killing moments, my amazing shots, my funny moves and, of course, my low-level mistakes on the court. When I was a freshman, my height was only 1.4 meters, so I could only watch my classmates play on the sidelines because no one chose me to join the team. In the second day of junior high school, I accidentally played it, but it was "substitute time". Later, I grew taller, I could catch basketball with one hand, and my playing style changed, becoming stiff, vigorous, sensitive and fast. At this time, God began to give me the real time of basketball talent. I can rebound in front of anyone, I can give a big "hot pot" to my classmates who are one head taller than me, I can perform excellent assists, and of course I will try my hand myself. But my funny style also makes my classmates sometimes have deep malice towards me. So I started playing football again, probably because I love basketball too much. I love touching the ball with my hands. So I had to be a goalkeeper, and my skills were ok. Because of my hard work, I am the most suitable striker, so playing football makes me a popular candidate. My classmates also ironically nicknamed me "the killing machine". Don't blame me for breaking my leg! Hee hee!

I don't know why, the * * * in my sports field didn't break out in my study. If I study so hard, I'm sure I can get into the top of my grade, but unfortunately I didn't. But I will soon, because victory awaits me. The sunshine illuminates me and reflects the golden light on me. How dazzling, how shiny. This is me.