Composition "My Proud Choice"

What makes me proudest is that in the dead of night, I often stare out of the window alone with a cup of fragrant tea in my hand. The window under the light at night is like a mirror. Under the dim light, I seem to find a trace of my childhood, and I seem to see an innocent me. I remember very clearly that I was an energetic, carefree, cheerful and straightforward sunshine boy in my childhood. I once hid the failed test paper in a vase; I once stung a hornet's nest in a competition with my classmate, and as a result, he was stung all over by a wasp. ...

I am very proud of myself. Please don't laugh at me, because my pride is justified.

I still remember that when I first arrived in Tianjin, it was the summer vacation in 2000 and I was told that I would go to Tianjin to study. I was sad and happy at that time. I am glad that I can study in a big city, but I am sad that I just arrived here and am a stranger. It is in this bittersweet situation that the new semester has arrived. I clearly remember that on the first day of school, I took the initiative to talk to my classmates, but they avoided me like flies. At that time, my heart suddenly cooled, and I really regretted making such a decision. I thought about not going to school tomorrow, but I was happy to go to school the next day. Really, until now I am still proud of my original courage.

After about a month, my classmates and I gradually became familiar with each other, but another thing happened that made me very proud. The day before school, the teacher said that the class cadres would be elected tomorrow, and those who want to stand for election can prepare a speech. Hearing this, my heart seems to be burning, and an inexplicable impulse comes to my mind. It seems that I have to tell you now that I have always wanted to choose a class cadre. But how can I win the trust of my classmates when I'm new here? This is like a pot of cold water, which has put out the fire in my heart. The teacher seems to have read my mind. After school, he called me aside and said, you have to believe in yourself. You can do it. The teacher's words rekindled my fighting spirit.

When I got home, I quickly finished my homework and asked my uncle to help me write my speech. Finally, with the help of my uncle, a 300-word speech was born. This is the first time I have written a speech in my life. Holding her, my heart is full of fighting spirit. It seems that tomorrow's class cadres belong to me. I still remember clearly that I fell asleep with it. The next day, the teacher occupied the class meeting and selected the class cadres. It's my turn I grasped my speech tightly, stepped onto the platform with trepidation and began my first speech in my life. I buried my head and tried my best to control my nervousness. I have no time to pay attention to the reaction of middle school students in the audience. I only heard thunderous applause at the end of the speech. Finally, the teacher announced that I successfully passed the election and became a class cadre. My classmates praised and congratulated me, but I was so excited that I really wanted to shout to the world: I turned out to be the best!

Now that I think about it, I am really proud of me. I am proud that I succeeded the first time. I am proud that my newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. I want to thank those who make me proud of myself, and I believe I will stick to this confident pride!