I lost my composition 1. According to the rules of campus art festival chorus competition, each class must have a classmate as the conductor, so the teacher selected me, Sun Mengzhu, Ma Ye and Zhang Jiale as the only candidates.
This afternoon, the teacher will decide who will be the last conductor I walked onto the stage hopefully, as if I really felt that Sun Mengzhu had said in advance that I might be the final "winner".
After several auditions, only Zhang Jia and I were left on the stage. Zhang Jia, who has studied electronic piano, piano and Latin dance, is an all-rounder in our class. His sense of rhythm is particularly good, which is a great challenge for me. Looking at Zhang Jiale, who is a head taller than me and full of confidence, I can't help but get nervous.
The final selection has already begun. Because I was nervous, and these two songs were not easy to play, I began to be in a hurry and my movements were not coordinated. It seems that I have no hope. Sure enough, Mr. Huang came up to me and said, "Ji Yixin, go down." Disappointed, I walked off the stage and seemed to feel that all my classmates were laughing at me. Suddenly I feel so depressed that I can't wait to find a place to disappear!
When I got home, I told my mother about my failure. My mother comforted me: "It's okay. There is only one conductor. Either you lose or he loses. " Yes, life will experience many setbacks. For me, today is just a small failure. Although I lost to my "opponent" Zhang Jiale, I am really happy for him, because we are all winning glory for our class!
Today is a sunny Friday. Usually, this is my favorite day. I can not only finish school early, but also have class activities! But what about today? hey ......
Early in the morning, I walked into Marble Central Primary School with my schoolbag on my back. Some of my classmates are jumping long ropes, some are kicking shuttlecock, and some are playing basketball to exercise. Everyone is playing and laughing on this fragrant morning. Suddenly, when the bell rang, everyone quickly packed their things and ran into the classroom.
How time flies! In a blink of an eye, I arrived at the last class-class activity class. First of all, Mr. Wu changed our seats and began to choose the class Committee. I'm very nervous, because I didn't get the most votes when I chose the "three good students" last time, and I've been "booked". I have been an old monitor for four years. Can I continue to make one? I hope my dream can come true! After the recommendation of my classmates, I began to sing tickets, and my heart was pounding!
With the movement of teacher Wu's fingers, the amplitude is getting smaller and smaller. Sometimes, his eyes swept away and he wrote down the number of supporters on the blackboard. I'm more nervous. Sweat rolled down my face. Finally finished, I looked up, huh? ! Why is it not the highest? Suddenly, my heart is like pouring a pot of cold water, and my face is cold and hot.
I usually do my homework carefully and concentrate on the class. Why did I still lose? I'm confused. Did my blood flow in vain? Why? why? ......
The school bell rang and everyone left. I stayed alone, took out my pen and scribbled on the paper, trying to erase my troubles, but I always wanted to cry.
I calm down and think it over. I shouldn't be sad. People will always encounter many setbacks in their lives. How can I be defeated by a small setback? After thinking about it, I feel much better and find the reason for my failure!
Last Monday, we finished raising the national flag. Director Liu of the brigade found the head teacher, Mr. Yang, and said: Next week, our class will raise the national flag. 1 1- 13 people will participate, and it will be announced on Wednesday.
I was very happy when I heard the news. I really hope I can become a member of 1 1- 13, but I don't think I did well in the last semester. For some reasons, I often get B's in Chinese and math, which is almost a common occurrence. Later, Teacher Yang invited my parents! Because I just started school, I didn't do well in the math exam last semester. My mother changed her hand to a spatula when she saw that it didn't work. Finally, this type B routine slowly changed its taste. If it was not good before, it might not be successful, so I "sharpened my knife" and hoped it was possible. But "sharpening the knife does not mistake the woodcutter." When the teacher announced the name of 13, I walked out of school unhappy.
On Monday, when I saw the flag bearer, I bit my mouth and blamed myself for not doing anything practical for the class. When I saw the flag bearer, my nose was sour, and I blamed myself for not having the courage to take part in the competition. When I saw the speaker under the national flag, my eyes blurred and I blamed myself for not studying hard. When I saw the host, my heart seemed to be torn open, because it should be mine, a generous girl, an old monitor with strong management ability and good expression and learning.
And just because I didn't do anything for the class, I didn't have the courage to take part in the competition, and I didn't study hard, so I lost the election. I sometimes do better than them, but I lost the election because of these.
When I watched them perform with relish in front of the whole school, I was disappointed in myself. I think I must try my best to be a fifth-grade host in the future, as long as I correct my shortcomings.
I believe that day will come!
I lost the election. Composition 4 At noon today, the school brigade held a campaign for brigade cadres. Just after the second class in the afternoon, Cai Aixi came to me dejectedly and cried and said to me, "Teacher, I lost the election." Seeing her sad, I patted him on the shoulder and said to her, "It doesn't matter. Child, participation is very important. I believe you have learned a lot from this campaign! " She nodded with tears in her eyes It pains me to watch her leave silently. I'm thinking: today's children lack frustration education and enjoy success all the way, but they can't bear failure or even accept it.
So I decided to use the morning meeting the next day to educate students about setbacks. The next day, I came to school early and wrote on the blackboard: "Teacher, I lost the election". The children hissed.
I use the morning meeting class to give psychological health counseling to students. The following is a tutorial clip: son, you will experience and face many things in the future, including the joy of success and the lessons of failure ... the road ahead of you will not be smooth. Therefore, we should face it with a healthy and positive attitude and sum up the lessons of failure. Only by constantly summing up and constantly facing will we succeed in the end. What will happen if we are afraid to face difficulties? Let's talk! ..... Watching the children talk noisily, I smiled happily!
I lost my composition 5, "The ball game for primary and middle school students in Dengfeng will be held on1from October 20th to 24th, 10." After learning the news, I immediately told all the members of our basketball team.
The day before we go to the competition, the teacher will give us competition clothes. I didn't know this at first. When another teammate in our class told me the news, I immediately rushed out of the classroom, ran down the stairs and went straight to the PE teacher's office. I happened to meet the teacher. Without saying anything, I panted and asked me when the uniform would be issued. Unexpectedly, the teacher actually said, "What do you need a team uniform for? You're not competing! It's no use asking! " Hearing the teacher say this, my heart suddenly cooled. I wanted to cry, but I held back and went back to the classroom with my head down. I thought about it for a whole class, and the teacher's words kept echoing in my ears: it's no use asking you! It's no use asking you! Am I really useless? One day I will make you regret saying this! You wait and see! I think so, and I make up my mind that one day I will prove that I am very powerful!
Finally, after school in the afternoon, I ran to the playground to prepare for the last training before the game. At this time, the teacher came up to all our team members and said, "We will take part in the competition tomorrow, and I hope we can exert the spirit of active efforts ..." Finally, the teacher said, "Other team members who have not been selected to participate in the competition should also go to the competition site to watch the competition, study and serve the team members, so that they can have plenty of energy to participate in the competition." Hearing this, my heart turned from sadness to joy, because I really want to watch the game.
The next day, we all arrived at school on time and started the day's competition. I believe our school must be the first. Come on, my teammates!
I lost the election. I have a big stone in my heart. How boring! So stuffy! How heavy! How heavy! I don't want my mother to know that I have been elected as a class cadre.
Today, our class held a competition of "selecting class cadres with awards". At first, I was very excited, like a little rabbit jumping. My face became more and more ugly when I reported the winning number. I am so surprised. Compared with others, the number of prizes I won is almost 108 thousand Li short. I thought there would be me, but I was wrong. I am hopeless! If I am not on the list of sixteen people, I suddenly find that there is no name in Woody on this list, and he is crying with his head buried! I feel sorry for him. Looking at him, I want to cry, too
Class cadres go up to take pictures. They showed excited smiles, happy smiles and bright smiles. While they are laughing, how many people are sad and miserable, and how many people are secretly crying?
In the following time, I carefully reflected in my mind why I am less than others. I think it's because I didn't do everything seriously and responsibly, and I didn't work hard on exams, dictation and speeches. I think as long as I can get rid of these problems, I will make great progress in my study. There is good potential!
When the sun went down, a red light appeared on the horizon. I was walking alone on my way home, and scenes kept showing in my mind. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of air, ready to start a new challenge, but at this moment, I remembered that when the class cadres took pictures, they murmured, "How happy!" "All of a sudden, I seem to understand what, striding home!
I lost the election. I can't forget the defeat in the election.
In the third grade, there was a calligraphy competition organized by the school. The teacher named several students who wrote well, including me. The teacher specifically told me to write well.
I began to write with confidence. The teacher stood in front of me, and I was a little nervous and sweaty. "alas!" Carelessly, a bar appeared on the paper. The teacher looked at me with encouraging eyes and gave me another piece of paper. This time, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down, thinking: I can't fail this time! I raised my pen and went to the "battlefield" with confidence. But this time I made a mistake because of carelessness. The teacher gave me another piece of paper. Although she didn't say a word, I could see a lot of helplessness and sighs in her eyes. I wrote it carefully. I'm almost finished. I am in high spirits. Who knows that "something unexpected happens", a drop of ink fell on the paper, which made me give up all my previous efforts and I failed again. The teacher waved helplessly and said, "Forget it! Forget it! That's it! " I let the teacher down again, and it is conceivable that I lost the election. Looking at such a thick piece of paper, I am so wasted, and I feel ashamed.
Although it has been two years, I still keep it in mind.
I failed the eighth composition. Since childhood, I don't know how many competitions I have participated in at school, and I often rank. I'm already dismissive of all this. I think as long as it is a competition, I can definitely choose. But this time I participated in the Olympic Games, but I lost.
After school in the afternoon, the teacher asked, "Which students want to take part in the Olympic Games held by the school? Of course I want to participate, but I have formed the habit of not raising my hand, because in the past, every competition was decided after an exam. The teacher looked at it and took a notebook to report: "This time I let them participate in the competition: Zhang Jian, Wang Jie, Lv Ze, Wang Benben ..." Seven people finished reporting, but they didn't report to me.
Then, the teacher said, "Chen Lingqi, this time you give the opportunity to Zhong Xiyu." Speaking of Zhong Xiyu, the whole class was booed, as if they didn't trust him, but the teacher insisted that he attend. A stream of bitterness and injustice welled up in my heart: Teacher, why are you so hasty? Choose candidates without exams. But I was silent for a while, and then I thought about it: it's not the teacher's fault. I didn't do well in these difficult exams, and I only got 28 points in the municipal mathematical Olympic competition I just participated in.
The teacher gave me enough opportunities, but I didn't grasp them at all. But I will never give up. This defeat will be a powerful driving force for me to sprint to key middle schools. Teacher, I will definitely show it to you. I believe I can do it!
I lost my composition. Today, I was eliminated in the second preliminaries of Jiayin English Powerword Competition. I thought I had won several word Talent Awards in a row, and this time I must be the finalist. Unexpectedly, I lost the election And my brother was elected to the promotion. It was because all his words were right that I misspelled two letters, so I lost the election. I'm so sad that my tears are about to fall. At this time, my mother came to comfort me and said that as long as you listen carefully, work hard and don't be proud, you will be elected next time.
On our way home by subway, I always feel heavy. The younger brother excitedly used his mother's mobile phone to call his father. He told his father the good news of his election and asked him to treat it well. Dad said happily, "Let's eat the Chuanbazi hot pot in front of our house." . My brother was so happy that his mouth watered before he ate. When I arrived at that restaurant, although my parents didn't criticize me, I was very unhappy. I sat there quietly, without moving. I don't want to eat either. When we got home after dinner, we made up our minds that we didn't do well in the exam this time. I must study hard and don't let my parents down. I will do better than my brother in the next exam, and I will ask my father to treat me to KFC.
After this exam, I understand that pride makes people lag behind and modesty makes people progress.
I lost my composition 10. At this moment, my heart is very heavy. I refrained from letting my tears fall and not letting everyone think that I was a weak person. I tried to forget it, but it was useless. The scene just now appeared in front of me like a video.
In the morning, I returned to the classroom after finishing the math exam. Hardly had I sat down when the bell rang. Teacher Liu came into the classroom with a smile and said, "The Miyoshi Student Competition will be held in this class." Before the words were finished, everyone chattered. Everyone below took out a piece of paper and wrote down the person they wanted to choose. Everyone took out paper and pens and bowed their heads to write carefully. I also jotted down Dong Wenxin, Yang Jinqi and Li Hongyan with great interest.
"Now, please hand in your written notes to the podium." Teacher Liu's words broke the silence of the classroom. Everyone should walk slowly to the podium with a note. I sat quietly, listening to the results of two classmates singing, and the classroom was tense.
I was very disappointed with the result of the singing, and no one chose me. Looking at other people's happy smiles, my tears of disappointment finally welled up in my eyes. When everyone saw me crying, they all came to comfort me and said,' It doesn't matter, it's not that I can't be a candidate.' ' You still have a chance.'' ...............
After school, I just walked out of the classroom and wrote this sentence in my heart: Today, I lost the election, and everything started from scratch!
I lost my composition 1 1. Today, March 6th is my birthday, and it's also the day when my organizing committee members lost the election.
I wonder if anyone, like me, lost by one vote on my birthday. Well, maybe I'm much better than Kennedy, the 35th president of the United States. Didn't he get shot later?
Maybe, maybe. I shouldn't give up. I shouldn't be destroyed by a small storm of disappointment. Because, because success lives next door, if you persist for a period of time, you will be able to hold the hand of success.
Yes, yes. A little setback in life, can't afford to fall to the ground. This is not my style! Come on, cheer up! A hopeful tomorrow must be waiting for me
For this hopeful seedling, it can produce colorful flowers and sweet and delicious fruits. I set myself the following goals:
1. Not only is he good at Chinese, but he is also good at math. Don't be partial.
2. Increase nutrition, learn more slides, master more skills about interaction, and strive for the integration of the stage and the stage.
3. Enhance interpersonal relationship, don't be a narcissistic flower.
I believe that with these "soils" and "fertilizers". I hope the seedlings will grow colorful flowers and delicious fruits, and look forward to a better tomorrow!
I lost my composition 12. On Wednesday afternoon, the second class is class and team class. Teacher Hong wrote the names of the students who are going to run for monitor on the blackboard. There are eight of them: Xiaoming, Xiaohong, and I ... At the beginning of the class, Mr. Hong put a big ballot box on the platform and said, "Students, today we are going to run for monitor. Wait a minute, you put your ballot in the box. " After that, the students put their votes in the box one by one.
After a while, the counting of votes began. "Xiaoming 3 1 vote, I 30 votes, Xiaohong 29 votes ..." I lost by one vote. I feel like I've been hit, my mind is blank, my eyes are staring at the blackboard, I can't speak, and I think about my own shortcomings, such as getting along with my classmates and dealing with problems inappropriately. I am determined to get rid of these bad habits as soon as possible. Thinking, thinking, I buried my head deeply in my arm, and tears flowed down my sleeve silently.
After class, several students saw my sad appearance and rushed over, scrambling to ask, "What's the matter with you? Why are you crying? Don't be sad. " I told them, "I lost the election." Some of them said, "This election failed. Make persistent efforts next time and you will definitely run for the squad leader! " ""If you get rid of your bad habits, your classmates will support you. " Their encouragement gradually calmed my sad mood. I secretly made up my mind: to get rid of my bad habits and surpass Xiaoming, I must run for monitor.
Although I lost this election, I will make persistent efforts next time, but I won't be a loser forever.
I lost my composition 13. One day, the music teacher will choose some students who can dance well and go to the music classroom to dance. The teacher asked john young and the other boys to jump first. Later, Jiang asked me to dance with other girls. I don't feel very good without dancing seriously. When I came down, I didn't know. The teacher announced the result without me. I cried.
I am sad. Later, my classmates who lost the election like me comforted me and said, "Don't be sad, didn't we not get elected?" I said, "You are you and I am me. I'm still sad that you didn't choose me! " The music teacher saw me crying and said, "Don't be sad. There will be another chance. I will be able to do it next time. "
After listening to the music teacher, I am not so sad. I will practice dancing well in the future, and I will seize the opportunity when I have another chance. I can't lose again.
One day, the music teacher will choose some students who can dance well and go to the music classroom to dance. The teacher asked john young and the other boys to jump first. Later, Jiang asked me to dance with other girls. I don't feel very good without dancing seriously. When I came down, I didn't know. The teacher announced the result without me. I cried.
I am sad. Later, my classmates who lost the election like me comforted me and said, "Don't be sad, didn't we not get elected?" I said, "You are you and I am me. I'm still sad that you didn't choose me! " The music teacher saw me crying and said, "Don't be sad. There will be another chance. I will be able to do it next time. "
After listening to the music teacher, I am not so sad. I will practice dancing well in the future, and I will seize the opportunity when I have another chance. I can't lose again.
Composition 14 failed in the final exam. Before the final exam, our class selected "three good students". Before the selection, my heart was full of expectations-I should be chosen.
The nomination began, and the students spoke out their nominations one by one. Why didn't anyone mention me? I'm so worried! I really want to mention my name, but then I thought: so many students, including the monitor, didn't mention my name, and I didn't have the courage to mention myself. At that time, the word "dilemma" could really be used to describe it. Finally someone mentioned my name! I am so excited! Then I sighed-I haven't voted yet!
The voting has begun. I couldn't wait to raise my hand when the teacher read my name. God, there are only 13 poor votes! And it is the one with the least votes among all the candidates! The vote is over. When the teacher announced the list of "three good students" who were elected, my disobedient tears suddenly came out. ...
Later, the teacher asked me to go to her office and let me think about what I didn't do well this semester and why I lost the election. I thought about it and found the answer-first, I like to be distracted in class, and second, my classmates said, "I don't raise my hand actively in class." Thirdly, I may not get along well with my classmates.
I think: as long as I correct these shortcomings, I may be elected as a "three-good student" next semester.
/kloc-I lost my composition on Friday, which should have been a happy day. Although it was the last day of study and the weekend was coming soon, a section of physical education class beat me out of the water. Why? Listen to me slowly from the beginning.
On Monday, the school basketball team was pre-selected. After two tests-dribbling and three-step layup, I stood out from ten students in our class who participated in the pre-selection. I was fortunate to join the basketball team with Xia Zijie and Liu Xianyang. It was a good thing, but when I heard that our PE teacher, Mr. Ye, only gave our class two places, that is, "dropped" one of my Xia Zijie and Liu Xianyang, my heart began to panic secretly. Will you dump me in the future? I began to pray: don't "drop" me, don't "drop" me! I don't think God's ears are very bright. He didn't hear my sincere prayer.
In physical education class on Friday, Mr. Ye told everyone about the content of meeting the standards and called the three of us together. He said solemnly, "You three are in poor health on the basketball team at present, but this time I want to give you two a chance." Then, Teacher Ye looked at us like Rodin, and my heart was pounding. Then, Teacher Ye patted me on the shoulder and said to me, "Please go back to your original position first. There will be another opportunity in June. " I went back to my seat and fought back the tears in my eyes. Finally, I sobbed softly.
Hey, I lost the election!