A composition as a monitor for a day.

Growing up, I was always afraid to speak loudly in the crowd. My partner's voice is louder than my laughter. I don't think anyone wants to listen to me because I'm bored.

At the beginning of the new semester, the head teacher adopted the policy that everyone should be the monitor for one day, so that everyone can feel how to take the responsibility of the monitor and manage the class well. Everyone in the class is very excited and talking about the dignity of a monitor.

In the corner, after hearing this decision, I was not surprised or afraid. Usually I don't even dare to talk to freshmen. How do I manage a class of forty people?

This day has come after all. Unfortunately, the head teacher had something to do on this day, so ours became a self-study class. The incident of managing the classroom happened to fall on my head.

When the bell rang, the students sat quietly in their seats as usual. Everything is as I wish. I hope everyone will sit quietly until the bell rings. However, this day is not popular. Just ten minutes after class, some naughty students fidgeted, began to make small moves in your seat, and then boldly accosted the students next door. Look at this situation, I just hope these students can finish their sentences quickly. These are all thorns in the class, and I can't afford them. Because of the creaking noise, the whole class began to become manic, even worse than before. What can we do? At this time, a classmate actually walked from his seat to the podium, solemnly learning the teacher's tone, "open the textbook, today we will learn lesson 10" because of a sentence, the whole class burst into laughter.

I see things getting worse. I tried to speak several times, but I swallowed it again. I have no confidence to convince them, but it is my responsibility after all. I can't shirk the responsibility of being a monitor today. I must finish this task. I'm thinking about how to say it, the lines I want to say. I opened my mouth and asked them to stop talking, but my voice was so low that no one could hear me. I'm wondering whether to say it or not. If they don't listen to me, how shameful it would be.

I hesitated, perhaps out of a sense of mission as a monitor. I suddenly burst into a confident and loud voice, "Don't talk, students on the podium go back to their seats." The students in the classroom did not dare to be presumptuous because of my reprimand, and they stopped laughing. The naughty students returned to their seats. It seems that the majesty of the monitor is still quite great. I stopped snickering.

It's not that nobody listens to me, it's my own problem. Thank you, teacher, for letting me be the monitor and give a speech in front of everyone. I believe I will have confidence to be cheerful, drink more and communicate more with people in the future.