Looking back on the four and a half days in the first week, I have to sigh that the days passed quickly. Every day of that week, I almost attended classes, changed my homework and took care of their recess exercises. By the way, I can remember their names well. I believe that the names of those troublemakers must be remembered first. As long as you pay a little attention, you will find that there are always several children in the class who are "outstanding" For example, Guo Jiaming likes singing and eating snacks in class, Xu Zexuan is doing street dance exercises during recess, and Hou Rui, a labor committee member, jumps up and down like a monkey when cleaning ... In short, the children in Class Four give me the feeling that they are very active and energetic, and so do many girls. They are keen to ask if we have a boyfriend. It can be seen that the thinking of middle school students is far beyond their actual age, but it seems to narrow the distance between them and let me integrate into their small world like a big child. This week, we decided to visit their dormitory to be closer to their lives. First, we are going to visit the girls' dormitory. When climbing the stairs, the boys on the second floor began to hiss, saying that we were partial to girls. Children of this age care most about this, probably because most of them are only children. When we came to the girls' dormitory, they excitedly dragged us to sit on the bed, and you asked me questions one by one. At this time, the intern teacher became an "encyclopedia of knowledge". Our arrival has also aroused the desire of several children to perform. Wang Tianyi urged us to sit down and watch them perform like little Shenyang. All the props and dubbing are ready, except for her serious performance. In front of us, the children were like a group of rabbits, scrambling to show us how fresh and delicious the big radish they dug was, and finally the scene almost got out of control. Later, we visited the boys' dormitory. As soon as the little boys saw us, they shouted "The dormitory is coming", and then smiled and hugged their arms and said "Don't come over, teacher". Then a few little guys ran out of bed and whispered to us, who always likes singing before going to bed and who likes dancing in bed. Everyone exposed each other, and the little boys enhanced their friendship by teasing each other. In short, this dormitory visit made me deeply realize the innocence and cuteness of the children. I believe we will have a good memory next. The weekly diary of the first week is approaching the last year of graduation, which is the beginning of our real internship life, the beginning of reporting our achievements in school in the past three years, and the beginning of entering the society. I am full of confidence in society and myself. I have attended many job fairs and interviewed many companies, but my enthusiasm for leaving that school was quickly swept away by repeated disappointments. I like to think back to when I was studying at school, but time can't go back. I can't go back at all. I drag this heavy footsteps through this bustling city every day. Just like a headless fly bumping around, there is no goal, no direction, time is so cruel, and a week has passed like this, without success, only failure and helplessness. The second week, the earth is always turning and time is passing, but I am still worried about my work. Going to an interview every day, going to an Internet cafe to submit a resume, and doing the same thing over and over again, the result is the same. But I still didn't give up, but continued to look for a job that suited me. Spent almost as much money on me. At this time, I am extremely anxious and embarrassed to ask my family. Finally, everything paid off and I found a job. When I come to a strange environment, people and things in the company feel a little stiff, and try to make my smile less clumsy. On the first day, the HR manager didn't show us the company environment and meet new colleagues as I expected. Everyone seems to be busy. Maybe now is the peak season for business. After a week's internship, Zhou Ji knows something about the company's operation process. Although I haven't done any specific operations yet, I am no longer at a loss when I come into contact with new affairs and learn how to deal with some emergencies. Know how to handle things in a certain way, and understand the importance of initiative from the process of work. When you can choose, you should take the initiative in your own hands. I believe that when you first started your internship, you all did "chores" such as copying, typing and filing. Because you didn't understand the company's work content and process at first, doing "chores" became a must-do job when you were internship. Although the work is complicated, I have learned a lot from it. Therefore, no matter big or small, as long as you study hard, do your job well, study hard, ask hard and do hard, you will get unexpected gains. Now we are all busy with our homework, and all our rest time is spent studying. Piles of homework are overwhelming us, but if you really ask us, "What do you want most?" Most of our classmates will tell you frankly-praise, not freedom. Yes, why do we study? Just for the praise of teachers, elders and classmates. Do your homework carefully, get the first place in the exam, go to a good school, for what? It is also for praise ... praise is affirmation, praise and encouragement to us, and it is a spiritual need. With praise, we can make continuous efforts and achieve brilliant results. However, how harsh teachers and elders praise them! When children and students do good news, although they say they are indescribable happy, their faces still look indifferent. A few simple words send us away and throw cold water on us. In an instant, joy was blown away like dust. What's left? Only helpless sigh. So no more anger, no more effort; So I lost my ambition; So when we have good news, we don't want to tell others, so beautiful things will be buried in our hearts and become permanent memories ... We hope that parents and teachers can give us praise again and again, even if it is a compliment, an encouraging look and a sincere smile ... but they let us down again and again, blowing away our joy again and again, and in this colorful world, there is less warmth. However, who will really listen to our heartfelt cries; Who will really understand our ideas; Who will really give us the praise we need most to fill the wounds in our hearts?