Essay The Story of Me and My Old Class 1500 words

We have a crazy class group where everyone is fighting for their dreams, so this is where dreams begin when you step into the second and third classes.

In the discussant's view, the power outage may not have much to do with growth, but our class is our class, and the power outage can also prove that we are growing.

On Sunday night, when I was studying, the sky was overcast, the rumbling thunder was deafening, and the rain carried the clouds with electricity, like a brave general, riding a black cloud horse and holding a lightning steel knife, galloping in the sky.

The teacher carefully commented on the test papers on the podium, and the students listened attentively below, following the teacher's rhythm questions from time to time. But the test always came very suddenly, and suddenly it was dark around us, and the power went out! Some students took the opportunity to start talking, and just as I wanted to call for silence, the surrounding students invariably "shh

My heart shook suddenly, my classmates had learned to be quiet, not to be as noisy and screaming as usual, and the corners of my mouth were slightly raised, remembering the last time'The power went out, and I felt much better.

I don't remember when it was last time, but I remember that there was thunder and lightning, it was pouring down, the classroom was like ants on a hot pot, when the lights turned on and off, some girls screamed with fear, the boys who specialized in pranks were telling ghost stories, and the sound of the class cadres shouting quiet was also covered by the deafening chaos, and at that time, the class leader's physical handicraft "generator" attracted a wave of onlookers.

Not good! The teacher is here! "What are you arguing about, don't you want to learn?

Seeing the chaos in the class like this, the teacher said angrily. The class quickly fell silent and sat with bated breath, waiting for the teacher's rebuke. But to our surprise, the teacher just said:

Forget it, just correct it next time. Now, send candles. ”

Thinking of this, I suddenly realized that my classmates had really grown up and become less prone to messing around. Although we are still so crazy now, we have grown up unconsciously.

In fact, our class is not a perfect and excellent class, maybe we have disappointed the teachers and discouraged the students, but there is always a belief in our hearts, that is, to make our third class the best class. Because of this belief, we cry together, laugh together, work together, struggle together, fight together, and grow together!

The second and third classes of junior high school are a big family full of love and dreams, that is, in this home, the 48 hearts beating together are thriving and enjoying the sunny junior high school life!