In urgent need of a weekly diary of attending the senior year swearing-in meeting

Dear classmates, hello!

Today is February 28th, and at the end of the day, there are only 98 days left before the college entrance examination. Just like what is sung in the song "My Deskmate", we once thought that graduation was far away, and we would go our separate ways in the blink of an eye. Ninety percent of the three years have passed, and we only have a negligible amount of less than a hundred days in our hands. The dead are like this, and today we have no time to lament the passage of time, because our time has begun to be counted in seconds; we are not here to express our sorrow, because we can't take care of so many sentiments; we are not here to celebrate victory, because victory is still waiting for us. Fight for. Today, we take time out of our busy schedule to fire the sprint gun and let everyone clearly realize that the last lap of the senior year marathon has officially begun. No matter whether we are awake or confused, whether we are tired or relaxed, whether we are leading or lagging behind. , no matter this year or the previous year, one thing we must do from today is to move forward.

The senior high school students once entered each other's lives singing the song "Meeting Again", but now they can only sing that tomorrow will be better and end the wonderful years we have walked together. In the days when I was preparing for the college entrance examination, especially every day when I entered this hundred-day battle, I could not help but think of our past. Remember? We were together in the rain, facing the challenge of military training. You didn't complain about tiredness and I didn't complain about hardship, and in exchange we got the first certificate of merit on the wall; remember? We made painful choices when we were divided into classes in the second year of high school, but in the end we chose our own paths. After all, we came for friendship and more importantly for dreams; do you remember? In the hot summer, we were in a steamer-like classroom and began our journey towards the college entrance examination. Every face was filled with glory and dreams. Three years have gone by in a blink of an eye, leaving behind so many memories worth collecting. Classmates, I first want to say thank you to everyone. Without you, my past three years would have been mediocre. Without you, I would never have been so painful and happy. The final outcome may not be predictable, but I undoubtedly have no regrets in these three years.

Looking back, I am always fulfilled and happy. But today, we don’t want to look back too much. At the end of high school and the beginning of a hundred days, we need more aspirations and efforts. The raised eyebrow sword is unsheathed at the right time. Classmates, on behalf of all the head teachers and teachers of No. 3 Middle School, I would like to express the unpleasant words that are stuck in my throat. I hope everyone can understand that you are not fighting alone, and you are not fighting for yourself alone.

It goes without saying that parents’ expectations are high. There is a senior in high school at home, and parents are not at ease. When our aging parents are running around day and night for life, how can we, as children, bear to add additional worries? Therefore, you may not succeed, but you must try your best. Those who try their best and fail to achieve it can have no regrets. Even if you don't get into college, you can have high scores, which can at least give your parents some comfort or relieve them of the burden of repeating their studies. Furthermore, our teachers are also our strong backing. People come and go in life, but not many people will be as sincere for you as teachers. For us, you can't give up either.

I am just an ordinary Chinese teacher and head teacher in No. 3 Middle School, but I feel that what I do is worthy of everyone. Every morning, my alarm clock rang on time at 5:40. After a fierce ideological struggle, I got dressed and got up. The streets were deserted and the whole city was still sleeping. I trotted towards school. Over the past three years, I do this every day and never slack off. I don’t do it for anything else, I just want you to succeed; so many nights, it’s already late at night after I finished studying, and there are few people or cars on the street. I am still walking alone on the way home, tired and tired. In the past few years, I have never returned home before ten o'clock, and I rarely have a meal at home. In fact, home is just around the corner.

I really have no desires and desires, I just want you to succeed; for every theme class meeting, I always prepare lesson plans in advance and collect as much information as possible from the Internet. Every time, my classmates always laugh at me for always nagging me. , I always can't keep silent after the time is over. In fact, I am introverted, and I don't have as many words as others. I don't do it for anything else. I just want you to take the most important step in your life; how many times have I You wrote vigorously in your weekly diary, and the comments you made inadvertently exceeded the diary you wrote. If you each write one article, I will have to comment on more than 60 articles, but I am willing. If it can make you passionate, I am willing to comment. You will get more; countless times, I called you to the office alone, in groups of three and two, and talked long if you had anything to say, and short if you didn’t. The people who were most afraid of entering the office also walked into my office countless times. In the office, there are rarely violent storms, but gentle breezes and drizzles. Some people laugh at my mother-in-law, some think I am too wordy, and unintentionally make you stand there for a long time. But I really have no other pursuits. I want you to be able to go to college. I went to college in the city; in the past three years, I have never taken a day off for personal reasons or taken a day off due to illness. In fact, there are no trivial things at home. How can my children not have some headaches and brain fever? I am by no means a loner, nor a stone-hearted person, nor a A copper head and an iron arm are immune to all poisons, but I always feel that my dreams are more important, and everyone's future is more important. I can entrust others with my own affairs, and leave everyone's affairs to the school. I have the responsibility to do my best. After three years of sharpening a sword, I don't want any of the process to be flawed. I just hope that what we finally take out from the fiery hearth of youth is Mo Xie, a brilliant general.

In the first half of the senior year of high school, you can feel my expectations for you and my desire for success. We have walked together for more than 200 days, and we have never slacked off for a second, never wavered for a minute, and are not tired. Even if I am tired or sick, I don’t want to rest. I just hope that everyone can fly higher. Emperors, queens, and queens can learn from this mentality; fame and fortune have nothing to do with me. Classmates, after three years of working together, we have become like a family. I also keep the things you have given me in my heart. I ate your apples on Christmas Eve, read your blessings on Christmas, and ate your cakes on my birthday. Those wonderful things. I treasure them all. This also stimulates my sense of responsibility. I want you to go all out for a hundred days, and I want you to be named on the gold list in June. Maybe my requirements are a bit harsh, but I know that only your success will be the most satisfactory ending to all the emotions and memories of these three years.