"Check the writing class next Monday, please finish it as soon as possible." Teacher Zheng's voice reached my ears, and I was struck by lightning in an instant, and my mouth opened into an O-shape. What? Check the "writing class"? I just finished my "writing class" ... I suddenly feel like I'm going to fall off a cliff. I subconsciously looked at my classmates around me. Most of them have the same expression as me, and they may have left a lot. It doesn't matter, there is still one day today, and there are two days on Saturday and Sunday. There is still plenty of time, so don't worry. I have to comfort myself. Thought of here, a happy smile appeared in my mouth.
Time flies. In the blink of an eye, on the weekend, I smiled and opened my schoolbag and took out my writing class. As a result, my smile immediately solidified, and then it became dumbfounding, even worse than crying. Damn it! I left my writing class at school! I froze for a long time and sat on the bed in despair.
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On Monday, I came to school in fear and trembling, praying in my heart: Let Mr. Zheng forget this matter! In this way, I spent a day in fear and finally walked out of school. Teacher Zheng didn't check it! I'm relieved, alas! Finally escaped! When I got home, my father asked, "Did you receive the writing class?" I said, "Confiscate." Dad said, "Then write quickly!" I said disdainfully, "It's still early, don't worry!" Dad sighed, shook his head helplessly and left.
It was Thursday night in a blink of an eye. Watching other people's lights go out, I am still burning the midnight oil. Alas! I handed it in on Monday instead of Friday. I was too busy reading extracurricular books, but I never took them seriously, so I forgot to write them from Tuesday to Thursday. As a result, I realized the seriousness of the problem tonight. I can only watch others play tonight, while I am fighting in the first line of learning. I gritted my teeth, frowned, picked up a pen in despair and wrote in my notebook. I had a rest, and my hands were sore, so I shook my hands and continued to write. Sweat flowed from my forehead, but I didn't care about the heat at all. One hour, two hours ... I looked up, ah! 10! Unconsciously, my upper eyelid and lower eyelid began to fight, and my head became heavier and heavier. Finally, I couldn't help falling asleep at my desk.
The next morning, my father woke me up and asked me to make up a little more. Finally, I made up! Hey! If I had listened to my father, I wouldn't have done it! I always think I didn't write today, but I forget tomorrow ... just like the day after tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are!
Tomorrow after tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. Tomorrow will never come. Look at the flowing water in the east and the sunset at dusk. Will there be geometry in a hundred years? Please listen to my song of tomorrow, let's encourage it!