Chapter 1: Unforgettable Exam In my primary school life, there were laughter and sadness. What impressed me the most was an exam in the composition class of grade five.
That afternoon was very calm. The teacher came into the classroom with a small blackboard in his hand. The small blackboard is hung on the wall and says, "Next, let's take an exam. This is the content of the exam. " Our eyes fell on the blackboard along the teacher's finger. Suddenly the soul split and became a walking corpse, completely inhuman. The first and second questions are simple. The first question: write the class and name; Question 2: Write two ancient poems. Just then, the teacher said, "The exam time is three minutes. Let's start now! " "It sounds like a death sentence for us." With so many questions, how can I finish them in three minutes ... "Students complained that I had been stunned for a long time, with eyes like two bells and mouth like a leopard tiger, but I was surprised at my lack of time, so I should cherish every 0. 0000 1 sec! He grabbed the guy and started to do it. " Questions 1 and 2 are too simple, so don't write them first. "I said to myself. So, I began to make things up ... time flies, three minutes flies, and I reluctantly handed in my paper. After handing in the paper, I began to read the topic carefully, but when I saw the last question, my breath suddenly stopped. That question turned out to be: only do 1, 2 questions! Suddenly, my world was dark. ...
When the test paper was handed out, my eyes fell straight on the dazzling zero, and I had a thousand words to say: thank you, expert. You always think of our generation and let us know that we should look at the problem comprehensively; Thank you, 0. The skill of the exam is not the most important, but the examination of the topic is the most important; Thank you, teacher. You told me to say goodbye to carelessness and call for details!
Chapter 2: Unforgettable Exam The time of this exam is as follows: on Friday morning, one or two Chinese classes, three or four math classes, one or two English classes in the afternoon, and three or four moral and science classes.
Start the exam! Maybe after many exams, I am not nervous at all. After handing out the paper, I had a brief look. Ah! Not difficult. After writing my class and name, I began to write seriously, and everything went well in the Chinese exam. The math exam has begun. I started to answer the question, and it said, I can't do this question. What should I do? I see, take a peek at the classmates in front! He is better than me in math, and his accuracy is definitely high, but ... I hesitated. it is not good to do this. You have to rely on your own real level in the exam, and you can't copy others. All the other questions have been finished, and this is the only one left. I racked my brains to think about it. Suddenly I had a flash of light and thought of this. I quickly wrote it down with a pen. I had just finished writing Ding Zhong … when the bell rang, I called the newspaper.
When I got home at noon, I began to review science and morality after lunch and completely forgot English. Unconsciously, two hours passed and it was time for school. Only when I saw my classmates reviewing English did I know that there was still English to be tested! I quickly opened the book to read. According to my strength, I feel extremely nervous. I'll write the test paper as soon as it comes out. Ah! I can't do this problem, so I have to finish the other problems, only this one is left. "Jingle bell ..." The bell rang, so I had to fill in an answer casually and hand in my paper.
I began to take exams in science and morality. When the test paper was handed out, I read the questions. It is really simple. These are all the questions I reviewed. I quickly wrote down the question. When it was time to hand in the paper, I also checked it and handed it in with confidence.
This exam is a lesson, and I know my own shortcomings. I will make up for my own shortcomings in the future, study hard and review well before the exam. This exam is really hard to forget.
Chapter 3: Unforgettable Exam From the first year of high school to now, I have experienced many exams. But my most unforgettable exam is this Chinese exam. ...
This is the Chinese exam for the fourth grade next semester, and I am very nervous. Because my previous exam results can be said to be below the seventh lowest in the class, I was very nervous when I took the test paper. After writing down my name, I glanced at the test paper with my eyes. Some sheets! I was a little absent-minded, so I answered casually. Suddenly I heard a small voice remind me: "Don't be complacent! It may be because I feel simple and careless that I asked the wrong question. " I'll write it carefully right away. At this time, the invigilator said to us seriously, "Please answer well and be serious." Say that finish, the teacher took a look at us and sat down. I read the questions carefully and did them with what I usually learned. I finished it soon, but I can't do some problems. I was so proud that I checked it and put it down. Suddenly I remembered what my teacher had said to us before: "The paper should be checked at least three times, and it should be carefully checked." But I only checked it once. So, I checked the list again and found that there was a wrong question. I corrected my mistake at once.
After I changed it, I thought: I should do everything seriously and check it carefully in the future. You can't leave anything behind. I was just confused and didn't find out the problem, so I was wrong. Fortunately, I checked, otherwise it might not be 84. Five points, but more than 70 points! There is also to concentrate, not sloppy, or you will get the wrong question back!
I was disappointed in this exam because I didn't know so many questions and made many mistakes. But this exam will never be forgotten by me.
Article 4: An unforgettable exam. It was a mid-term exam in my third year. The exam results came out. Full marks in mathematics and 95 in Chinese. I was surprised at my Chinese performance, because my Chinese has always been good, and I didn't know that my composition was deducted until the Chinese test paper was handed out. I took the test paper and remembered the day of the Chinese exam.
After the Chinese test paper was handed out that day, I was really happy to look at it. So I started writing at once. Chinese knowledge is fine, reading knowledge is fine, and composition is fine.
More than twenty minutes before the end of the exam, I successfully finished writing the Chinese test paper. I rubbed my hands and prepared to check the test paper again. Just in the middle of the inspection, a classmate at the back called me softly, and I also asked softly, "What is it?" "She said," My pen is out of ink. Please lend me your pen. " I lent her my pen without thinking. The exam will be over soon.
When I came home from school, I told my mother about lending my classmates pens during the exam, thinking that my mother would praise me for helping my classmates. The result was: instead of praising me, my mother severely criticized me, and I cried very grievance. My mother told me: "There is discipline in the examination room. No matter how big things are, students can't talk to each other. If anything happens, they will raise their hands and go to the examination room to find the teacher. Speaking and lending things to others in the examination room is against discipline and will also affect exams and exams. " The unsatisfactory Chinese exam has a lot to do with this matter. "I thought about it carefully, and my mother was right. After I lent my pen to my classmates, I never checked the test paper carefully again. The composition of the last item is not very good. I must learn the lesson from this exam.
Since then, every time I take an exam, I will think of what my mother said and the exam that I will never forget.
Chapter 5: Unforgettable Examination "Ding Tingting Tingting" The bell rang. The papers of the last exam have been distributed. I looked at my score and jumped up and down happily, and the result was 100 points.
After a while, everyone's papers were distributed. I counted the perfect score, and there were only three. I was one of those three people, and suddenly I began to be proud.
The second class begins. That class is math. I didn't listen to a word of the algorithm the math teacher said, and I looked out from time to time, just thinking about fun. I don't review or read books after class, but I play all the time. When I got home, my homework was a mess. I didn't write carefully, and there were many typos. None of the questions were correct. The teacher once talked to me, but I didn't listen to a word. All this was ignored.
Soon, the second exam began. During the exam, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't figure it out, so I scribbled.
The next day, the test paper was handed out. I was shocked. I only got a "good" score, 20 points worse than last time.
After this incident, I understand that no matter what I do, no matter how good my grades are, I can't be proud, because "modesty makes people progress and pride makes people lag behind." "