My day is mostly an ordinary day. Sometimes I am very happy, and sometimes I am very depressed.

Below, I share 5 essays with the title "My Day" for your reference.

My Day Composition 1 Every morning as soon as I open my eyes, I can only use one word to describe it: "busy", even Sunday is no exception. Early this morning, I lay lazily on the soft bed, and my mother was so gentle.

I said: Little lazy boy, get up quickly, I have to go to martial arts class this morning. "Yes, I have to go to martial arts class. After listening to my mother's words, I sat up in pain like a spring and moved as fast as I could.

Get dressed quickly, brush your teeth, eat, pick up your schoolbag and run to the bus stop.

When I arrived at the bus station, I looked eagerly, but I couldn't see the arrival of bus No. 7.

When I looked at my watch, it was almost eight o'clock, but the bus hadn't arrived yet. I was so anxious that I was like an ant on a hot pot.

At 8:20, the bus finally came staggeringly in my eager expectation, and I ran towards the bus as fast as I could.

Although the teacher didn't criticize me this time, I still felt embarrassed.

Practicing martial arts is still very hard. I have to stand with my feet up for half an hour and squat for an hour. It makes me so tired that my back hurts and I am sweating profusely.

I finally made it to noon. I wanted to lie in bed and have a good sleep, but my mother said again: Get up quickly and do your art homework.

"Art homework? By the way, the teacher asked us to go home and draw a picture, which will be handed in tomorrow. I had to give up the opportunity to sleep and go draw. I took out the paint, spread a piece of paper on the table, and sketched it first

, and then coloring, the colored pens seemed to be in command, and I quickly drew a beautiful landscape painting. I took a long breath and could finally relax. After I finished the art class,

When I got home, night had come. I finished my meal and fell asleep in bed for a while. In my dream, Chinese, math, and English textbooks turned into smiling faces and rushed towards me, saying: Catch me

, catch me, don’t abandon me.” I was so frightened that I fell asleep all of a sudden. Then I realized that the homework was not finished yet, so I quickly started writing until 11 o’clock in the night.

I was working non-stop this day and was extremely busy. How I wished I had a happy Sunday. How I wanted to go up to the mountains to pick wild flowers, go down to the river to catch fish and shrimps, and have fun.

My Day Composition 2 Early in the morning, a new day begins, but I get up sleepily, wash and dress - today is Monday and I have to go to school.

To be honest, I don’t want to go to school, I just want to be at home peacefully, eating, drinking, sleeping and playing.

But no, I have to go!

As soon as I entered the school, I felt a lot of pressure after class.

Why?

There are too many homeworks, teachers are too strict, and there are other unspeakable pressures.

what exactly is it?

I can’t explain it clearly, it’s so baffling!

There is no morning study hall on Monday, everything else is as usual.

There are some different things.

During the noon recess, because I was thirsty, I was hit on the way into the teaching building to get a water cup - a mineral water bottle came out of the blue and hit me in the face.

For a moment, there was no pain, only grievance and depression welled up in my heart.

But I cried, covering my face—so that no one would see me.

Someone cares about me, and it’s just a few innocuous words.

I adjusted my mood, stopped the tears that were about to flow, soothed my pounding heartbeat, got a glass of water and left without saying a word, as numb as a walking zombie.

Maybe it's an exaggeration, but that's how it felt at the time.

When I came to my senses, I was already in the dormitory.

Different from the past, I didn't say hello to anyone. I ran directly to my bed, took off my shoes, and lay down. A series of movements were so clean and quick that many people didn't react.

When I got up, I was back to my old self.

I didn't think about why my emotions were like that.

Maybe feelings are like the flow of water, always changing.

I don’t like studying at night either.

You can see the sun setting in the west, the sky is golden and warm, and you feel a little relaxed.

I took Chinese classes for self-study in the evening, everything was fine, everything I liked.

The day is about to pass, and the fatigue of the day will be over.

The night is such a sentimental time.

A group of people gather together and talk about the troubles of the day, as well as some gossip, which question they can't solve, whether they feel sleepy in class, how much they eat, how much sleep they have... Chat with them for a while, about all the troubles.

there is none left.

Not a bad day.

Just be happy.

My Day Composition 3 Today is really a very sad day for me.

In the morning, I originally planned to go out and print out the test papers, but unexpectedly it rained heavily in the morning.

The rain finally stopped, and when I was about to go out, I told myself to take the key with me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get back to the room once the door was locked.

Although I said that, when I closed the door, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten the key again.

I was so confused at that time that I forgot my key in the living room.

At that time, I had to print out the test papers first, and then try to see if I could get into the house when I came back.