Friday Diary 1 Lunch ends and self-study begins in the afternoon.
Friday, in English, is Friday. As a resident student, I feel very cordial about this word. After the afternoon self-study, you can finish school in two classes.
Sitting in the seat, I think so. However, the homework for the rest day has not been handed out yet. How can I pass this boring time? Although I have confidence in my ability to waste time, just looking at my hands can think, "My fingernails are growing again. When did you cut it? " It can take a few minutes if you are bored. But I taught myself for more than forty minutes this afternoon, but I didn't expect to lose in a waste of time.
In fact, it's not idle-the English representative is writing the answers to the exercise book on the blackboard for us to check. But I won't do that. That guy writes like a turtle, so I won't wait. Moreover, just find a classmate's workbook to answer the questions, which saves time and effort and is efficient. The above is definitely not an excuse for me to be too lazy to check. Oh, absolutely not.
I'm starting to think about something unimportant. Alas, how can this ability be activated at any time like the passive skills in the game?
Inadvertently, I saw what my deskmate was writing on the table. No homework. What is this guy writing? In this mood, I looked at it carefully. A few disgusting words caught my eye {my deskmate is a girl, or the kind of anthomaniac}. In a flash, I felt as if there were a group of uncles with legs but skirts dancing around me in Swan Lake. "Ah." I tried to stop myself, but I cried. Fortunately, that guy was immersed in the fun of creation and completely ignored me. I held back my curiosity and didn't look at her. I understand the feeling of privacy being peeped. Oh, no, I don't know. I just don't want to invade her privacy. My junk novels have absolutely no black history of being peeked. Oh, absolutely not.
Unconsciously, the self-study in the afternoon is over, and today's diary is over.
Friday Diary 2 My Friday
I go to school by bus in the morning.
The first class was English. I made the fifth newspaper, which contained English news. Today's English news is that there is an ice cream shop in Taipei. This ice cream bar is strange. The ice cream in it is not for people, but for dogs. Is the batter out? Isn't that strange?
In the second class, I teach Chinese, but what is the trouble? The teacher assigned 1, 2, 3 and 4 questions for Chinese supplementary exercises.
The third class is math. The math teacher teaches Dick. Please read one gram and two grams after me. Page 26 of supplementary exercises in mathematics is taught by teachers and done by students. So many students are right. Everyone will do it well after class. I also finished it today.
The fourth class is music, my shut up class. If I can't sing well, just shut up and make a mouth.
For lunch, today's dishes are chicken chops, bean sprouts and vermicelli soup. I like chicken chops.
Go back to the classroom to do boring homework after dinner. I didn't do anything, just staring blankly while reading extracurricular books. Then just wait there quietly for the teacher to rush.
The fifth lesson is morality. I hate character. Morality is not fun at all, because morality only talks about writing and writing.
The sixth class is a comprehensive practice class. Fill in your praise tree. I wrote about Lin Chenxi, Feng Yang and Zhuang Jiayi. I forgot that I interviewed Zhuang Jiayi. Few people interviewed her. I want to ask how to write her name. She said, why do you ask my name? I said: I want to interview you, because you are very happy every day, and I envy you. She gave me her badge and I made a copy and gave it back to her. I think this class is still good.
In this way, I spent a morning, an afternoon and a noon happily.
Friday Diary 3 The sun is shining and clouds are flying in the sky. My mood was beautified by the big tree. Today is the annual cleaning. Before today, we will hold a general mobilization of the labor force.
When it comes to labor, I don't care. I like eating and watching TV every time I work. I don't have to do any work. Watching others do so tired, I will only say, "this is very simple!" " "I'm unlucky today, because' it's easy' has become my mantra, and my mother dragged me to clean up. I must work hard. Before I started working, my pet phrase began to pop up again. I began to clean the windows with a rag. A lot of time passed, but I only cleaned one window. Cleaning windows is really a time-consuming job. I'm not tall, but the window is high. After cleaning the bottom of the window, you have to stand on tiptoe to clean the top of the window. This long-distance running will make me exhausted. After cleaning this time-consuming work, we will start cleaning the railings again. I was scared as soon as I walked carefully to the railing and hurried back. But my mother pushed me in again, and I couldn't help it. This is a very simple thing. I took a rag and wiped it with trepidation, fearing that it would fall down and turn into meat sauce. Time passed by, and I finally escaped from the scene of the cleaning. I fell off my back and became a camel's back.
Hey! This is hard work. I'm a little tired after cleaning some windows. This reminds me that when my mother was at home, she never stopped for a day, and she had to take part in this long-distance labor competition every day. But I have never lightened my mother's burden. I didn't help her when she was working, but I made the house dirtier. If I am like my mother, I will be exhausted. I will often help my mother with housework, lighten her burden and make her carefree.
"It's very simple." Actually, it's not simple. People who don't work in person will never feel the hardships of being a mother. So don't always think it's simple, but it's actually very difficult. Students, we all have mothers, and we should all do some housework for our mothers to reduce their burden. Then let's act together now!
Friday Diary 4 July 20xx 10 Friday, cloudy.
It's another long-awaited Friday, but I'm not as happy as I thought. I just think that stinking holiday is getting closer and closer. Even on 18 holiday, I can only go to the last week. There are many children in the graduating class. I exchange photos today, pack gifts tomorrow, and then I always feel that I am sad for spring and autumn from time to time.
Well, I admit that I am a sentimental person. Although I don't think the children's departure will affect me, I have been worried that Chou Xiao will go to school today to exchange photos with his good friends. Before that, he always said that he had no good friends. Until today, he also said that he didn't know who to exchange photos with. In fact, he is worried about how sad he will be if no one exchanges photos with him!
Although Chou Xiao told me seriously that it doesn't matter, I believe someone will exchange with him! In fact, I also know that my mother thinks too much. After all, their children should still have confidence!
Although Chou Xiao can't play with some children sometimes, he still has his own ideas. After all, he should have his own good friends during his three years at school, but sometimes children's expression ability is different from that of adults, or children's views and opinions on friendship are different from those of adults, and there is no obvious boundary, which means that this person is my good friend!
After all, the children in kindergarten are still uncertain and can't understand the true meaning of friendship. It's normal to play this today and that tomorrow. Actually, I don't care about children's friendship. After all, people have met many sincere friends in my life. I just hope that Chou Xiao will be happy every day after graduation. The happiness of children is the' happiness' of mothers!
Think about it, maybe I am really too idle recently, and there are always some useless hearts!
Friday Diary 5 I have read a lot of books recently, but what impressed me the most is Black Afternoon, one of the series of Laughing Cat Diaries by the famous writer Yang. Everyone must want to ask why it was dark that afternoon. I tell you, a tragic thing happened that afternoon. There was a violent earthquake in Cherry Valley, and the beautiful scenery no longer existed. It was in ruins and people were homeless. The afternoon of the earthquake disaster turned black.
There are still signs before the earthquake, such as fish barking, black pig out-of-body experience, and nosy dogs having nothing to do. This shows that disaster is coming. If the smiling cat had known earlier, there would have been no later story. Finally, the earthquake happened. When the smiling cat woke up, it was far away, and no one knew who was there. But the smiling cat said that we must find out all five people in our family and share life and death. I was moved by this spirit of caring for my family. The smiling cat has three children: Fat Head, Er Ya and Sambo. His wife is a tiger cat. These are his dearest people. The smiling cat embarked on a difficult road to find. He walked from one ruin to another and never let go of any corner. After a lot of hardships, he rummaged through every ruin and finally found his family. They lived a happy and beautiful life again. In the process of searching for family members, the smiling cat also saved many survivors.
After reading this book, I think the smiling cat is a brave and persistent person, a good father in the eyes of children and a good husband in the eyes of his wife. I want to be a smiling cat when I grow up, desperate to pay for my family.
Friday Diary 6 Alas! Thinking of today's "glorious deeds", touching my own wounds, I can't help but "write hard" and complain to my beloved diary ...
I didn't get up until 7: 30 in the morning, and it was almost eight o'clock when I finished washing and dressing. In order to save time, I grabbed two steamed buns and stuffed them in my mouth. "ouch! Oh! " This damn steamed bread is so hard that it hurts my teeth. At this moment, a salty liquid flowed into my throat ... "Oh! Bleeding! " I covered my mouth and rushed to the washstand ... that was 20 minutes after cleaning up the blood. Because of my toothache, I had to "reluctantly give up what I love", pick up the last bottle of milk and put it in the straw and rush down the stairs ... I always feel that I have forgotten something during running. What is that? Keys? Don't! Red scarf? Don't! Homework? I put it in my schoolbag last night! I thought about it, and I'm going to pull the bag chain to see if I forgot my homework. "Oh, dear! Shit! I forgot my schoolbag! " I quickly climbed back from the first floor to the eighth floor, panting and running downstairs with my schoolbag on my back. To tell the truth, I feel so many stairs for the first time in my life, which is really annoying. I thought, "If people can fly like birds, it will be faster to fly directly from the fourth floor!" " "When I was thinking, my schoolbag seemed heavy and my center of gravity was unstable. I fell to my knees with a plop. Wow! My new clothes!
I came to school with an injury. Although I listened to the teacher's lecture, my heart has flown to the mall ―― I don't know how much pocket money I have left. I must eat a big and greasy hot dog today. By the way, it must be hot and covered with Chili powder. After eating, I will buy a chocolate ice cream, and then I will buy ... "jingle bells!" " The bell is ringing, great! I want to buy a hot dog to eat and touch my pocket, yeah! Pocket money is in the trouser pocket I changed today! Who cares? Buy it this afternoon!
After coming home at noon, I saw the worst scene in history: pants with pocket money were soaked in a basin by my mother! Don't! I cried! Grab the soaked pants and dig out the last pocket money that has been soaked-only fifty cents! I always daydream in class! I hung my only fifty cents on the balcony. When I got up from my nap, the fifty cents on the balcony had disappeared! My money! I rushed downstairs to look for it, and there was no trace! In the afternoon, when I got to school, I met something worse!
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