when I was young, I always liked to write my composition differently. Teacher Wang has given my composition a "5+" score more than once, and often reads my composition with loopholes and a little originality in class.
② When the teacher reads the composition, he feels like a strange bean. Of course it was sweet at first. Which student doesn't want to be praised by the teacher? But slowly, salty and astringent taste comes to mind.
(3) After class, the students look strange. "Oh-oh-,the teacher used Shi Chuanxiang's spoon to dig feces to lick Bi Shumin again!" At that time, we had just learned a text about dung diggers. In the northern dialect, it is homophonic with kua. The whole class seems to have formed a United front to isolate me, jumping the rubber band, and neither side wants me. You know, on weekdays, because I am tall and good at dancing, everyone is rushing to follow me! When I talk to someone, she will turn away and pretend not to hear, and then deliberately laugh and laugh loudly with other people, talking and looking at me together.
(4) In my young heart, I learned for the first time what loneliness means and what jealousy means.
(5) the composition is evaluated every two weeks, and I have to go through a mental purgatory. What should we do?
⑥ The first thing that comes to my mind is: Don't write your composition so well from now on. I began to write my composition quite casually, following the crowd and being plain. Sure enough, Mr. Wang stopped reading my model essay, and my classmates loved me. Just when I was very proud, Teacher Wang came to me. "Your composition has regressed, are you proud?" I remained stubbornly silent. It's not that I don't want to tell the teacher the reason, but that I don't know how to say it. If I say so, the teacher will scold the students in class. (She will. She has a short temper. ) Then my situation is even worse.
⑦ Teacher Wang earnestly enlightened me for a long time, so I began to write my composition seriously again. Teacher Wang was satisfied, but the vicious circle of hostility among my classmates began again.
isn't there a complete solution?
pet-name ruby my little brain moved again and again, and I found that my classmates didn't hate my composition. When the teacher read them, everyone listened with relish and gave a knowing laugh from time to time. The students just don't like the teacher mentioning only one name over and over again: Bi Shumin.
11 I said cautiously, "Miss Wang, has my composition improved recently?" "Oh, you write well recently. I will read your composition this afternoon. " Teacher Wang said. "I have a small request ..." I said trembling. "What is it? You said it. " Miss Wang's eyes are staring at me brightly.
11 "I wonder if ... when you read my composition ... you can not read my name ..." I mustered up the courage to finish what I had hidden in my heart for a long time.
12 "Why, I have been a teacher for so many years, and this is the first time I have heard such a request. You can't let your classmates think that it was written by an anonymous person, can you? " Teacher Wang is a little impatient.