Campus life is colorful. I sit in class every day and listen to the teacher's endless lectures. I am so familiar and amiable with the movements and demeanor of every main teacher. Ask the teacher if you have any questions. For example, when writing a composition, the teacher gives me a hint, and I will have new ideas; When I meet a math problem, the teacher will patiently explain it to me. Students help each other, I help others, and others will help me. Students often tell jokes during recess, and after class, we play together. It's my pleasure.
When I am absent from class, the teacher will criticize me by name and sometimes call me to her office to talk. There will be contradictions between my classmates and me, and we will scold each other or fight, but I will regret it after the fight, because I am also wrong, and our friendship will weaken. When I fall behind in the exam, I will feel a sense of loss, which is my worry.
Participate in school activities and win prizes. I like reading extracurricular books to improve my writing. These are my contributions.
My harvest is the teacher's comment: Every time I switch to your diary and exercise, there will always be a bookworm in front of the teacher-holding a book, engrossed in it, Kan Kan talks.
Witty words, writing a composition like a spring breeze. Although I got full marks in mathematics in the final exam, my Chinese performance was not satisfactory. I was rated as a reading star by the school.
I want to correct my shortcomings, temper myself, shape myself, surpass myself and improve myself.
I am now mentally prepared to make a study schedule for myself next semester.
(Note: Feeling+Summary+Harvest = Summarizing = Write)