The day is almost over. I believe you must have a lot of experience to share. Why don't you keep a diary now? In order to make you stop worrying about writing a diary, the following is my diary of high school life for reference only. Welcome to reading.
Diary of High School Life 1 The long-awaited summer has arrived, and I embarked on a wonderful summer vacation with confidence.
I am a high school student. I am looking forward to my colorful summer vacation, but things are not as beautiful as I imagined. Even so, I am not very discouraged. I am optimistic that life is not completely trampled on the road of learning.
What awaits me is a severe test, my test. Dad found me a tutor. Every day, I have some headache homework, but I am also very happy. My father gave me some encouragement instead of pressure. My study is not ideal. Nevertheless, my father never gives me pressure, but encourages me and makes me confident.
Although my summer vacation is very ordinary, I think nothing in this ordinary summer vacation is better than nothing in these two months. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Time can't be bought by money and it is irreversible.
You get what you pay. Only a few lives. How can time destroy everything?
Diary of high school life 2 XX years x months x days x weeks x weather x
"Congratulations on getting rich, with a red envelope, not much money, just one hundred." This is a sentence we often said to our elders when we were young. It means asking elders to give us more red envelopes during the Spring Festival. With lucky money, we can do anything. However, this is also a harmful thing.
According to statistics, in most parts of the country, during the Spring Festival, only 20% of children use this money to buy school supplies and other necessary things, while about 80% people use this money to buy toys, and even use this money to gamble and surf the Internet. Now most street cafes don't care what you do online. By the time school starts, some children have spent all Huo Guang's money. This is really a nerve-racking problem.
In my opinion, children's red envelopes should be given to parents, or this bad custom should be abolished altogether. Besides, most of the money we children take will not have any serious use.
Specifically, it mainly has the following adverse effects:
First, some children think that lucky money should be spent by themselves and parents don't have to worry about it. As a result, the things they bought broke down in a few days. Even if I played for more than ten days in the first month, I was locked into the "bottom of the box" by my parents when I started school, and basically became a waste. Don't you think this is a waste of money? Second, children are likely to be blackmailed by illegal traders when shopping, and there is a great possibility of being deceived; Thirdly, there are many Internet cafes on the street, and many children use lucky money to surf the Internet, but some internet addicts neglect their studies because of this, which is not worth the candle. What's more, gambling is more harmful.
Diary of High School Life 3 The painful voice is beautiful.
The mood is met by people, but the spirit is God's hand to soothe our pain. The vicious sunshine spreads at this time. But I know that pain is the best evidence to remind us to live.
A drop of sweat slipped from the cheek, fell freely in the air, and finally fell to the ground, fragmented. On the quiet playground, I heard a voice sweating.
I know that pain is the only waking feeling, so I never take credit for being God's darling and immerse myself in a spirit that can soothe my pain. We are constantly pursuing great patriotism. For that great spirit, I changed myself and lost the freedom to pursue my personality. What I have lost, abandoned and forgotten has become this heavy price.
I looked up and saw myself in the mirror.
I walked to the mirror and found myself with some souls similar to soldiers.
I looked at her, her mouth turned up and she was laughing …
I slowly reached out and gently stroked myself in the mirror, trying to get some comfort:
In my memory, is there a painful sound in the sweat drops?
Yes, but she has become a beauty!
I won't forget it.
What am I chasing?
It's the sound of pain that brings me beauty!
Diary of High School Life 4 Looking at my classmates who have been with me for three days, I really feel that my junior high school life is completely over. Farewell to junior high school, will soon step into the threshold of high school, from ignorance to maturity. As a senior one student in No.6 Middle School, it is the first time that I really left my parents' arms and experienced this experience with many classmates.
In three days, the students gradually changed from unfamiliar to familiar, and we encouraged and promoted each other. According to the instructor's instructions, in the breeze, we hold our heads high, and in the sunshine, we walk neatly and orderly. Although we are far from the usual beautiful movements of the regular army, we have tried our best. Sweat wet hair, soaked camouflage clothes, and sore heels. Adhering to the unique military spirit of "especially able to endure hardships and fight", we wiped the sweat from our foreheads and tiptoed to continue training. Then the process of military training is not rigid. Young instructors are gentle with people, and the training ground is full of our laughter during the break. Through these three days of training, I deeply understand the persistence and importance of unity. No matter what we do, we must do it step by step. Even if the road is extremely muddy and bumpy, we should explore, advance and explore with our feet. I think this military training will benefit me for life, both physically and mentally.
Time flies, our fourth grade has passed, happy, happy, colorful, what a wonderful fourth grade life.
One day, the math class was over and I began to do math problems. When I finished the first and second questions, the third question stumped me. I have racked my brains and can't think of a solution. Suddenly, a familiar shadow came to me, "Oh, it's the king of mathematics!" " Wu Qianlin asked kindly, "What happened to Jia Qiao?" I looked at her imploringly and said, "Wu Qianlin, how to do this problem?" She replied happily, "I'll teach you!" " "So, she explained while painting. After explaining it in detail, she asked me, "Do you understand?" I stared at the paper intently and said shyly, "I don't understand yet." So, Wu explained it again, and after careful explanation, I finally understood! I said happily, "Thank you!" "You're welcome, helping others is the foundation of happiness. I helped others, others are happy, and I am happy. "Suddenly, I felt a stream of happiness flowing into my heart.
I got 95 points in the math exam. When I got home, I reported good news to my mother: "Mom, I got 95 points in the math exam, but I won't be proud!" " "Mom said happily," good boy! Keep up the good work and strive for better results. "
Many happy things happened in the fourth grade. I know that helping others is the foundation of happiness, and I know that I should study hard!
Diary of Senior Three Life: June 23rd, August 23rd, is the day when the new semester of Senior Three begins to report. From that day on, my high school life began. Originally, military training was required as soon as the school started, but for some reasons, I didn't expect to have classes instead of military training. And the high school I thought was completely different from the real high school. I thought that high school would be much less bound than junior high school, and there would be no rules and regulations of junior high school. But what I didn't expect was that on the second night of school, the headmaster spent two and a half hours explaining the school rules to us. Falling in love is bigger than fighting with a mobile phone, bigger than climbing a wall and bigger than staying up all night. The two words I hear the most are bigger and younger. Make it hard for our freshmen.
On the first night of school, many people didn't know each other very well and sat quietly in their seats. After the teacher came, he told us some rules and introduced himself, and began to let us go on stage to introduce ourselves for a minute or two. Many students began to complain, some were embarrassed, some were unwilling and some were shy, but everyone went up and introduced themselves. Actually, I'm sorry, but I introduced myself briefly. One of my classmates impressed me deeply. "Hello, I add Li Huohe. I don't like it here very much, but I have to study for my dream. " This classmate is the only one in the class who gets applause. Although we are a key class, our school pays more attention to art and sports.
This is the beginning of my high school life.
Diary 7 of high school life is back, and the class has just moved to another place. Looking at these familiar faces, I suddenly feel very at ease.
Once again, I got together with my school friends, talked about unrealistic things, fooling around in the classroom without teachers, chatting about sleeping games, and repeating almost the same life every day, but no one was bored.
Who thinks about who is cheating in the game, who is chasing and playing in the classroom, who is calmly studying at the desk, who is unwilling to wake up in the chaos, and who is reminding at the door. The familiar footsteps rang again, and the classroom was suddenly silent, as if nothing had happened, and the power of the class teacher was still strong.
I live day after day every day, fantasizing about my future, always looking forward to escaping from here, but I didn't expect that the happiest time was to stay here. High school is to get a group of strangers together and let them go their separate ways when they become inseparable.
Diary of Senior Three Life 8 I still remember the day when I signed up for Senior One. I stood alone at the gate of the future school, dragging my suitcase and watching other people sign up with my parents. My eyes hurt. I blinked to hold back my tears. I told myself: it's no big deal, one can sign up, come on!
When I found the classroom registration, I found that many people in the class were already seated. I am embarrassed to find a place to sit down and listen to the teacher. Back to the dormitory at night, only my bed was not made. I have never made the bed by myself before, and it was the upper bunk, but a classmate next to me helped me a lot. At that time, I felt that I had not been abandoned and someone would help me. A few days before the start of school, I was in military training, and then I began to get familiar with teachers and classmates, familiar with the campus, and slowly stepped into the right track of learning.
After a period of school, I joined the wind band, Hulusi Group and Youth League Committee. Although I am often too busy to eat, although I am tired and bitter, I am very happy. I used to be quiet, but now I am still active in the department. I made many new friends and did many things that I had never done before.
I will stay in this school for five years and start my completely different campus life. Believe in yourself, come on, girl!
The class before Diary of High School Life 9 is really super good. Although I only stayed for one year because of cramming, it really gave me a feeling of replacing high school days. The personality of a class and the head teacher also determines the diversity of this class. Fortunately, I met an enthusiastic but hot English teacher, our head teacher. I was probably scared by the teacher's day when the whole class called mom. She always encourages us. I know that some of our classmates are tutors there, so I know that she will care about us and she will never forget us, an indescribable certainty. Every exam, every sermon, every time she was angry with us, it was so precious in retrospect. On the morning of June 9th, the teacher told us a lot of things in the university. Because we were brought out by her, she knew how we got along with each other, and she also knew that we sometimes suffered from being too well protected.
Actually, my high school days are over. I think there are really many students such as Mr. Zhang, Mr. Li, and Brother Jie, as well as my "secret crush" on small fresh meat. When we come out of our own small place and come to a strange place, there will definitely be many uncomfortable places. It's okay. We're still friends. At this time, students are here to play a role. Don't be afraid of us. He is not here, he is always there. Well, that's it.
Tong Tong, Jiege, Kiki, Xiaojin, Jiajia and Chen Chen, come on, there is nothing to encourage you, so I can only pray for you here! 2 10 there are still a few days before the college entrance examination, come on!
Diary of High School Life 10 I'm a sophomore now. Teachers and parents often educate me to study hard and develop good study habits and living habits, but sometimes I don't do enough. For example, sometimes I can't finish my homework consciously, I don't finish my homework seriously enough, I seldom help with housework at home, I am very playful, I like watching TV and playing computer, and I can't eat well.
Once at dinner, I kept talking and waving, and my chopsticks fell to the ground. At this time, my father said to me, "Remember the Disciple Rules I learned in kindergarten?" I nodded. Dad said, "Didn't the disciple rule teach us to' eat without talking, sleep without talking'?" Do you remember? " I said, "Of course I remember." Then the father asked, "Why don't you talk about food?" I shook my head. Dad told me: "It is easy to choke us when talking at dinner, and it is easy to spray rice on others' faces, which is impolite to others." Dad told me again: "When eating, you can't sit well, your hands are easy to fall, chopsticks are easy to fall to the ground, and bowls and plates are easy to break to the ground." After listening to my father, I think what he said is right. I will definitely form the habit of eating well in the future. I want to eat properly, don't talk, don't make small moves.
Through this incident, I understand how important it is for us to form a good habit. In the future, whether you are studying or living, you should listen carefully to teachers and parents and form good habits.
Diary of High School Life 1 1 At the end of the math class, the teacher said, "Today's homework is a paper, which should be finished tomorrow and evaluated." At the end of the physics class, the teacher said, "There is a paper for everyone. It must be finished." Biology class, chemistry class, the teacher said the same thing after class ... I pulled my fingers and calculated that there were three hours of self-study in the evening, and each paper was completed in less than 25 minutes on average. Oh, I forgot, there is still one topic composition that must be completed, or I will be punished twice.
Finally, self-study at night is not enough. I didn't expect these papers to be really difficult to finish. We had to carry forward the desperate spirit of continuous fighting, flashlight at night, sitting in bed to catch up on homework. I'm not the only one who is so busy all day. I don't have to sigh and complain. I don't know how long the brothers who stayed up late in the class can last. It is said that if you enter the third year of high school, your homework will be better and your exams will be more frequent. I don't know what I will be busy with.
Diary of High School Life 12 Since the holiday, it has been drizzling every day, and it has finally cleared up today. I am very happy to see such fine weather. At the same time, today is the day for our primary school classmates to get together.
In the morning, after breakfast, I left home early and walked to our alma mater. I was full of thoughts along the way, imagining the changes of my classmates, imagining what would happen after meeting them, and so on. Time passed unconsciously and finally came to our alma mater. As soon as I entered the campus, the previous scene was vivid and I suddenly felt a sense of intimacy. At the same time, I found that our alma mater has undergone tremendous changes. First of all, the teaching building was put on new clothes and painted, then the canteen changed and the library was completed, all of which appeared after we left. Walking on the avenue and on campus, he carefully recalled his previous study and life, which really had a different taste. At this time, I saw several students who were making up lessons walking on the path. They are in a hurry, and now time is too precious for them. Along the tree-lined path, I came to the place where we met-the classroom where we used to study. At this time, several students have arrived. I stepped forward and shouted their names. At this time, there was naturally a greeting, and everyone's face was full of surprises. Next, in the laughter of everyone, the students came one after another. After exchanging pleasantries, we walked towards our next destination-the teacher's house. Our head teacher is as humorous as before. In the following time, everyone will have dinner and have fun. ...
The day ended in laughter. What a wonderful reunion!
Diary of High School Life 13 Although I am 13 years old, I have never walked by myself. I'm afraid I can't avoid walking by myself this time
I went to the night market with my mother, and it was dark before I knew it. Suddenly, my mother's colleague called my mother and said that the company was in a hurry and asked her to go back. My mother said a few words to me and left.
Timid, a little scared in my heart, what should I do? I had to walk into my alley. It's a pity that the street lamp in that alley is broken, like a big monster trying to eat me with his mouth open. I walked carefully, one foot deep and one foot shallow. I clung to the wall and moved slowly. A man dressed in black came with an iron bar as thick as a pillar in his hand. Is this the murderer and robber on TV? I want to shout, but my mouth seems to be stuck and my throat seems to be blocked, so I can't speak. I want to run, but my feet seem to be nailed to the ground. My legs are fixed to the ground like a big tree. I can't run any more. It's over, it's over, what shall we do? He approached me step by step. "Hu, why? Why don't you go home, go home quickly, you child, how anxious your parents are. " Alas, it turned out to be Uncle Wang, the doorman. He is going to make wine from a bottle. But I think it's a bad guy. I heaved a sigh: "Uncle Wang, I'm going back." Panting, I ran home from the alley and finally got home. I said to myself, "It's really hard to walk at night!"
From that day on, I made up my mind to exercise my courage. If you dare not walk all night, what can you do in the future?
When I reported in the bathhouse of high school life diary 14, I saw Sister Hong and Sister Fat, the wife of the shopkeeper's sister, and the Potter. The small pool is fresh water, soaked and rubbed, and the back is for Master Liu and Uncle Liu in the red room. In learning technology, the light from the skylight to the ceiling is sky blue, blue red, yellow green and red yellow in turn. Come to the water in the morning, and mom will pick it up.
Look, the female boss of the billiard hall throws garbage, the boiler hunchback old man rides a bike to work, the man selling watermelon sells goods, Aunt Wu, Aunt Dong and Qin Yi throw garbage, and dad comes home for lunch with frozen tofu. Mom went to the market to buy things, guaranteed leaf milk, commodity floor milk, Shu Dong put hens, fat red sister ran errands, and Tao Ge looked for Yi Song with her backpack.
In the morning, feed the chicken millet, small hawthorn, small particles and water, freeze it in the cold, put it for a while and then go home to play computer.
Sunset at 3: 56 this afternoon and sunrise at 6: 03 tomorrow.
In the afternoon, the chicken was released to see her father and uncle Wang, who was carrying a speaker. In the park, my aunt danced yangko with the old people. The wet nurse in the Red Mansion and her family, Wu Yi, are selling goods, and her mother has arranged a place for the chicken. The female boss of billiards hall went to the stable to ask for the key, aunt che. The fruit brother gave me a big plastic bag and sold it to Lao Zhou's family for a bag of water.
The north wind is whistling, gongs and drums are loud, and the family has arrived in beginning of winter. When the goat milk tricycle drove into the abyss, it was also the chicks who put cobalt into the coop. Feed the big hens with food, because they take care of the chicks in the morning, and the dream scene has come true.
They keep foaming, making people's heads grow bigger and bigger. Did they miss something or were they hungry? Ask a few people and you won't get an answer. Change water to feed fish during the day. Pay attention to the dynamics of fish from time to time, change the water according to the water quality, and feed it only once a day to keep the water quality clean. Although some people say that there are no fish in clear water, the fish in my family live in groups. After the collective death of fish, the water became extremely clean.
Diary of High School Life 15 In the hope of a semester, I finally ushered in an exciting "Miss Winter Holiday", and I was immersed in the joy of dressing up her. ...
Sleeping late every day is my greatest enjoyment. I kick the early bell far away; All kinds of delicious food also feast my eyes; Crazy and exciting video games make people laugh more; The lucky money for visiting relatives and friends also makes me happy. ...
Of course, eating, drinking and being merry is not all I have in winter vacation life. The most important thing for me is to help poor students with my lucky money. My parents took me on a trip to Kaifeng, Henan, and asked me. I learned a lot!
I was deeply impressed by the Qingming Shanghe Garden in Kaifeng. In the park, there was a grand welcoming ceremony hosted by Bao Gong, extraordinary Kaifeng drums, ancient bells and acrobatic music in the Song Dynasty, and many folk handicrafts also feasted my eyes ... Suddenly I was worried about traveling through time and space, being in Tokyo, the ancient capital of the Millennium, fully enjoying the prosperity of the world and savoring the culture of the Song Dynasty. I also enjoy building instruments when I have time, which benefits you a lot!
Twenty-five days of winter vacation should be long enough for us, but I think it passed in a blink of an eye! I really hope it can be longer and make my winter vacation life better.
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