Class story composition

Class story composition 1 thin figure, with a pair of small eyes, seemingly weak, but actually very energetic. Maybe he is not perfect, but I can't help admiring what he realizes.

He is always the first to arrive in the classroom and the last to leave.

I remember one evening after the start of school, the people in the classroom suddenly left like refugees, leaving only a few students. I happened to have something to stay overnight that day, and then I found him. He sat in his seat in deep thought. I asked him why he didn't go back to the dormitory. He said, "I want to go last and lock the door." There was no complaint in my tone, so I immediately asked, "Are you the last one to leave every day?" He quickly replied, "Yes," I asked doubtfully, "Why not let the last one leave the door, but wait here?" He just replied briefly, "Not bad." That's what I think in my head. We are lucky to have such a responsible labor committee. We were the last to leave and locked the door without complaint for our class.

And he is always the first person to open the door in class every morning. Once I asked him, "Why do you come in so early every day? Aren't you sleepy? " He said, "I'm sleepy, but I can't help it." I need to open the door, otherwise others can't get in. " I said, "You can hide the key in one place and tell your classmates." He said, "It's not safe and there's no place to hide."

That's how he gives silently, asking for nothing in return. I am glad to have such a classmate and such a labor committee member in our class.

The details are extraordinary!

He may not be the best, and the duty in our class may not be very good, but with such a conscientious labor Committee, I think we will do better, 10 class will do better!

Class Story Composition 2 There is such a classmate in our class. He is plain and extremely thin, and his grades are average. Tall and strong classmates often make fun of him and bully him. It is such an ugly and inferior classmate who has a spirit that excellent students can't match. He is Ren Menglong.

When school is over on Friday afternoon, the teacher is going to choose someone to stay on duty. What students in our class hate most is being on duty. It takes a long time and energy for a person to clean the whole classroom, and there is no "reward". Who would do such a thankless thing? So the teacher shouted for a long time without raising his hand. At the end of the school, the teacher shook his head helplessly and announced the end of school. Ren Menglong walked out of the classroom and looked back. The classroom was full of dust, scraps of paper, waste pen caps and cards. Ren Menglong turned and walked into the classroom again, ran to the health corner, picked up the broom and began to clean. Everyone rushed out of the classroom to queue up for school, but they didn't notice Ren Menglong. It was not until the teacher returned to the classroom after the meeting that he saw this scene: the floor in the class was cleaned without a trace of dust. Ren Menglong mopped the floor with his hands, his eyes staring like two bells, searching for a dead corner on the ground, and he didn't notice the teacher coming into the classroom, leaving a scene of warmth.

Although Ren Menglong is always bullied in class, he still thinks about the class and is willing to sacrifice his time for it. Compared with those students who claim to be "excellent", they are so-so in their work for the class, and they are lazy without supervision, but Ren Menglong's dedication is incomparable to them. If each of us has a dedicated heart, then our class, school, society and even the country will become more beautiful.

Class Story Composition 3 Where should our story begin? Even those vague memories have lost the answer. Maybe the starting point is the past tense, and the end point may be the present tense or the future tense.

If the intersection of two parallel lines is a possibility of hundreds of millions, how can four parallel lines connect countless black spots like twists? This should be an impossible miracle!

If I point out those intersecting marks with ink, when I think of seeing them again one day, maybe now, I think I must cry. Otherwise, in my eyes, why do those inks suddenly fade, connect with each other and bloom a light green flower?

Thinking seems to be broken. Although the picture behind the flowers is vivid, I can't continue this sad tone and tell those days when the smiles are blooming with a crying voice.

Maybe I'm sad. I cling to happiness, but I still want to tear my own wound. Looking at the drop of blood is not a dream, how painful the pain behind happiness is. It may be a miracle that those happy stories happened to me.

Thank you, without you, I will really be buried by sadness one day.

You gave me my first reliable friendship. When we first met, I thought we would only be fellow travelers once, just insignificant passers-by in each other's lives. It was your openness and enthusiasm that infected me and slowly reopened my heart closed by friendship. I still remember our long journey home. It was really fun. I still remember that you sent me home when the car broke down at night. Originally, you could only take me to my alley, but you insisted on taking me home and carrying it on your back. It's really warm and safe. The alley is really dark!

Some people will say that memory is a mirror, because everything in the past can be seen in the mirror; Memory is low tide, because it reveals good memories; Memory is a dense tree, because it makes every leaf of memory intact.

One day, Ms. Yu, who has always been serious, burst out laughing. What happened?

"Go back to your seats! We are going to start a new lesson! " Teacher Yu said sternly. Everyone immediately sat in their seats and turned over their math books. At this moment, there was silence. Zhang Mingyong can't hold back this "naughty bag". He looked at the basketball and schoolbag under the desk. He decided to be an artificial man. He first put the schoolbag on the bench, put the basketball on the schoolbag, and then put the school uniform on it. He nodded with satisfaction and didn't forget to give it a name. He thought thoughtfully, "ah! Just call Hsiao Ming-Ming! " The teacher smiled and said, "Who is this Hsiao Ming-Ming classmate?" "He is my good friend Hsiao Ming-Ming!" Zhang Mingyong said.

"Well, let him attend class seriously." The teacher said with a smile.

"Who can answer this question?" The teacher asked. "I! Me! " Ming-Zhang Yong took Hsiao Ming-Ming's "hand". "All right, Zhang Mingyong, you answer." "No, not me, Hsiao Ming-Ming." "Good, then please welcome Hsiao Ming-Ming." Everyone clapped their hands. At this time, the birds are singing on the branches outside the window. Zhang Mingyong held up the "Hsiao Ming-Ming" and said, "5/4*6/5 can be divided first. 5 and 5 are about, and 4 and 6 are about, so you get 3/2." "Yes, yes, Hsiao Ming-Ming answered very well." The teacher said with a smile, and everyone laughed.

This incident adds a touch of light to our campus story.

Class Story Composition 5 Our class has various personalities, some are funny, some are serious, some are lively and cheerful, and some are introverted. ...

Let me introduce the funny character "sesame seed cake" in our class first. The nickname "baked wheat cake" has a long history. I remember when we were playing games in the second grade, we gave him this nickname. He is the most interesting person in our class. He will talk to you with a smiling face all day. No matter how the teacher criticizes him, he will have a smiling face without tears. Finally, he will make the teacher laugh. He is good at sports, and he will always be at the sports meeting. His running is the second among the boys in our class. The first one is his best friend Gong, who broke many Guinness records of the school in the sports meeting. The face of "baked wheat cake" is always red, and when you smile, you show your white teeth. He feels like a little doll who hasn't grown up and wants to be a child who hasn't graduated from kindergarten. When you are in a bad mood, you will feel much better by laughing or playing with him. He also created his own advertising slogan, which made us laugh. His advertising slogan is: "Zhou Bingrui brand camping pot, Zhou Bingrui brand camping stove, good pot and good people are better!" " Isn't it fun? We don't know why. As long as we play "sesame cake", we want to laugh, and we want to laugh after laughing. This kind of laughter makes us want to stop.

The first episode of class story composition 6 is out. I hope you can support and leave a message. The sun rises in Ran Ran and shines into my bedroom through the blue window. The sun shines on my bed. I hate the sun and only like pure light snow.

When I got to school, I found that my classmates were all there, which was polluted. I found Mei Duo sitting in her seat chatting with her classmates. I waved to her, and Dora saw it and motioned for me to come over. I made an "ok" gesture and walked over.

This is, the principal passed by the door, and she seems to be much older. The students look much stronger than last year and have grown up. I suddenly thought of those first-grade children. On their first day at school, no one wanted to enter the classroom, as stubborn as a donkey. Finally, I was dragged in by my parents. My sister is also in the queue of Grade One, but she is quiet, neither crying nor making noise.

In our sixth grade, there are forty students in each class, neither more nor less. Some of them are my good friends, Meadow is one of them.

Sitting in the classroom, I can't help feeling the joy of summer vacation and thinking of my fifth-grade teacher. He is really a good teacher, and he often talks reason with us. I feel sad at the thought of never seeing that familiar face again.

The "new teacher" in front of us is actually our fourth-grade teacher, so we are very relaxed. At least, we don't have to know the new teacher.

The students in our class are lively and cheerful by nature, so something new will always happen to them, which makes our class full of joy.

Although our class is full of joy every day, some students in our class are too lively, which brings some unnecessary troubles to our class. I am now in 1 13 class, where there are many good friends and sisters. We love each other, are brave and unite as a family. No matter what difficulties we encounter, we are brave enough to face and overcome them.

Because of class 1 13, we have the confidence to struggle and study hard. 1 13 class seems to be just a class, but it is not as simple as a class for us. This is our home and the place where we study. This class 1 13 is very important to us. Because he is our exclusive, so we should live up to the three numbers "1 13", no matter what we say, we should protect it, let our spirit pass on, and warn those who leave him how important a complete class is.

We should study and repay with a grateful heart. It gives us hope, encouragement, so many beautiful lives and aspirations, and lets us know the importance of learning and the truth of being a man.

Although I will graduate soon, no matter how many people there are in 1 13 class and good memories will exist in my mind. How long you are bored, you should keep these beautiful memories.

Class Story Composition 8 Team Leader Evaluation Team Member (Longhua Zhong) Hello, I am the team leader Longhua Zhong. Time is like running water, and March is fleeting. In this March, I have a certain impression on my classmates, especially the members of my group.

Zhou Jian, you are cheerful and love to laugh. You are the laughing star of our group and often make us laugh. In class, you also listen carefully. But you also have a bad side, you are very playful, if you spend your playing time on your study. Believe you, you will be able to create excellence.

Gong, you are very lively. You like answering questions in class and are very active in discussions. But you also have some bad aspects, such as playing tricks in class and sometimes gossiping. I hope you can get rid of this problem and listen carefully in class. Knowing you, you will strive to be excellent.

Ren Jun, as the name implies, is very handsome. You are quiet and honest. You are my good friend. But you also have a bad side. I don't like to answer questions and think positively in class. I hope you can quit these problems and become a "perfect" student. Believe you, you will win the best.

Tang Xinling, your writing is quiet, clever and neat. However, you also have bad aspects. You are easily influenced by others and don't listen carefully. I hope you can get rid of all distractions and distractions and concentrate on your studies. Believe you, you will "become better".

Little Chen Yong, you write carefully and like to make friends. You also have some bad aspects, like to disturb others' study and are not single-minded about your own study. I hope you can correct this problem. Believe you, you will "come soon".

Let our group move forward with Excellence, let Excellence drive our ideals, with Excellence, youth will never be alone, and our group will certainly "continue to be excellent"

Class Story Composition 9 This Friday, in our Class 4 (3), there was a little girl named Bingbing, and something seemingly urgent happened in the class.

The third class is math. Just before the class was over, there were waves of "Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo ..." in the class. Gao Ji, a math teacher, found that it was Bing Bing's cry. Miss Gao hurried past, only to see her hands shaking, hiding in the corner, sobbing in a low voice. Miss Gao asked Xiaoke, who is strong, to help her carry the ice to the infirmary step by step.

Time "flows away" like a river. In a blink of an eye, it was noon. When we were cooking, we found that Bingbing had sat quietly in her seat. At this time, our hanging hearts were put down.

Just after lunch at noon, I hurried to find Bingbing's classmate Ajie. I asked him, "What happened to Bing Bing?"

"She is very weak. She is often bullied by her brother at home and still cries! Last time, I patted her calf. When she tried to fight back, she probably tried too hard and she cried. That's all I know. I really don't know anything else. " Ajie said wronged.

I went back to my seat. I thought to myself: we should not just look at the surface. Seeing Bing Bing crying, we mistakenly thought that Ajie bullied her and wronged Ajie.

Class story composition 10 is very anxious. It has been more than three months since July 24. When I get along with my classmates, I gradually become less embarrassed and familiar with them.

The story I told today is about responsibility. There is a classmate in our class who usually has a low sense of existence, but every time there is trouble in the class, he rushes in front and tries to solve it. He will never care about his own efforts.

What impressed me most was the day when he was on duty. At noon that day, my classmates and I came to the class early to do our homework, and then I saw him, my deskmate. I'm surprised that he entered the class so early. I didn't know until he picked up the broom. It is he who sweeps the floor today. He was sweeping the floor carefully with a broom and bucket, so I turned my attention to my homework. After reading the history, I took a long sigh of relief and prepared to have a rest on my stomach. At this moment, I saw that he had just finished cleaning the blackboard and walked back to his seat. I asked inexplicably, "Why did you sweep the floor and clean the blackboard today? I remember you sweeping the floor. " He said, "Yes, we are divided into two parts. One group sweeps the morning and the other sweeps the noon. " I continued to ask, "Are you the only one sweeping noon?" He said, "Oh, no, there are still a few." "Then why did you sweep alone today?" "I have an appointment with them at half past one. I came early today, so I simply swept it all by myself. "

My long silence ended this conversation.

Class Story Composition 1 1 On the first day of school, I came to the door and saw many students standing guard outside. This is not available in our school.

As soon as I entered the school, I saw a teacher standing there, that is our head teacher, Miss Zhang. After coming to the classroom, I said goodbye to my mother. Then Teacher Zhang said, "I am the head teacher of our class, Teacher Zhang. Teacher Zhang has black hair, medium build and a dark face.

Next, I introduce myself. I was the last one. When it was my turn, my face turned red and my classmates came to my desk and pulled me up. Just then, Teacher Zhang came up to me, bent down and said to me, "Why don't you go up?"? I replied, "I dare not go up. "At this time, Teacher Zhang began to encourage me, but I still didn't go up. Finally, with the encouragement of teachers and classmates, my psychological defense line finally broke through. I walked up slowly and introduced myself. Teacher Zhang took the lead in applauding me. From then on, I'm not afraid of that little podium anymore.

On another occasion, several students in our class couldn't write well, so Mr. Zhang deliberately stayed to teach them to write well. After several months of hard work, their calligraphy has made obvious progress.

It takes three generations to make a gentleman. I will never forget my teacher's kindness.

Class story composition 12 "bell-"rang, and the students quickly returned to their seats and sat down squarely. No one dares to speak again, for fear that the teacher will come and talk about them.

After a while, before the teacher came, the classroom was as lively as a vegetable market, and some ran around; Some tell jokes loudly, and so on ... It was quiet just now, but now it's twittering like countless birds. Everyone talked and laughed as if the classroom were their free zone. Zhang Jiayi, the monitor in charge of discipline, said loudly, "Stop talking, or whoever speaks will write his name on the blackboard!" "

The students suddenly became quiet. Suddenly, a classmate gave a strange cry, which made everyone laugh and the classroom boiled again. Some students' names have been recorded on the blackboard, but they still pretend as if nothing has happened and are still talking about things. Some students also sang pop songs loudly, and everyone learned to sing with his accent. For the sake of safety, a classmate ran to the door of the classroom and sneaked out. "No, the teacher is coming!" The students ran back to their seats in a panic. Immediately, the classroom was calm again.

The teacher came into the classroom with a big smile on her face. Seeing the students sitting up straight, she said, "Yes, it's quiet!" " "The monitor in charge of discipline is embarrassed to say anything. The students were guilty, looked at each other and secretly smiled.

Class Story Composition 13 Unconsciously, I have been in the fourth grade. In recent years, I grew up with not only lovely classmates, but also teachers who care about me. In Grade One, Miss Yang is my head teacher. She is good at observing and giving lectures carefully. Once in class, Teacher Yang asked me to answer questions. When I stood up, I was silent. Miss Yang was disappointed and couldn't criticize me in class, so she had to say, "Sit down and think again." This has been done several times in a row. Teacher Yang finally couldn't help it. After a class meeting, she quietly came up to me and whispered, "You are a serious and down-to-earth boy, but you are too introverted. Don't raise your hand in class and answer questions as quietly as mosquitoes. How can you make progress like this? Express yourself positively, and you will grow healthier like a small tree. The teacher believes you. " Looking at the teacher's expectant eyes, I firmly said, "Teacher, I will definitely change."

Teacher Zhu, the head teacher of Grade Two, is my favorite teacher. Although old, not as energetic as young people, but experienced, take care of children. I remember that in the first class, Mr. Zhu asked us to practice calligraphy with him, then corrected them one by one, and finally selected me and several other students to stay. I was nervous at the beginning of school and worried that I would be criticized by my teacher. I didn't expect Mr. Zhu to want to take a photo with us. Teacher Zhu sat in the middle and we stood by. I leaned over teacher Zhu's body, very warm, just like a bird leaning in her mother's arms. Suddenly I feel that Miss Zhu is as amiable as her mother, and there is a warm current in her heart. Teacher Zhu asked several other students to take pictures one after another. After the shooting, Mr. Zhu talked and laughed with us ... very happy!

This is the teacher of our class, and every teacher has brought surprises to our class. I love our class and every teacher.

Class story composition 14 "Dangdang Dangdang. Dangdang Dangdang "Now, please welcome the boys' representative-Xú Zhēng! Female representative-Wu. They will come to a fierce war later!

"Ah," he made an action and ran away with Wu's pencil box, even though everyone seemed not afraid on the day of the final exam. Wu, don't look at that chubby body.

You can't show weakness when you start running! Alas. Xú Zhēng was caught again. This is nnnn time. Let's do it in another way. I didn't expect Xu Zheng to really turn over a new leaf, not to reinforce the pencil case, but to reinforce the schoolbag! I am thinking: What can he do besides being strong?

The "zero zero" exam bell rang, and everyone dispersed to cope with the exam. As soon as the exam is over, let's get together and watch the play! Xú Zhēng is really a stubborn man! What about forcing Wu? Again? Hey. Xú Zhēng, who usually offends people, offends all the girls in our class. The girls all helped Wu, while the boys, only a few who usually played with him, helped him, and others were watching the drama! Just pitiful! That last scene was really scary! But I don't think so. And Wu's pencil box is a little smarter this time. If you understand, you can pass it on the other hand and then pass it on to me. Many people are strong, girls go together, and the pencil case is in hand. Finally, I had no choice but to say "I'm sorry" to Wu Shuo.

The storm has finally stopped! Thank God, thank Jesus.

Class story composition 15 There are many jokes in our class recently. After careful collection, I collected the following.

Lao Jin didn't.

One day, our amiable and lovely boss came into the classroom and found the two most active guys in my class furious and criticized: "You two are crazy!" Brain damage, brain damage is not! " I was in a daze when I saw a note on the front table: "Laojin, Laojin didn't." Nothing? "Her deskmate's name is Jin, or Laojin for short. I almost laughed.

Old "public" events

Hearing this title, some people will definitely wonder: how can a fourth-grade student be like this? Don't get me wrong, our class is used to calling people by their surnames and adding an old one in front of them. For example, your surname is Wang, Lao Wang, Zhang, Lao Zhang, and so on. There is a man named Gong. A few days later, several girls in the class called "Lao Gong" and "Lao Gong" behind him. People who don't know thought it was!

Can the basket jump high?

During the sports meeting, our math teacher acted as an announcer. (Note: the person who announced who won what prize) Her Mandarin is not standard, which is awkward to say. She quickly stepped onto the platform and announced: "Now the results of the high jump competition of the fifth grade" Basket "and" Pear "are announced ..." We were shocked, and it took a long time to find that it was a "man" and a "woman", and the whole class fainted!

Sun Bin or Sick?

One day, it was also a math teacher's class. She told us the story of "Tian Ji Horse Racing". Just talking about "Sun Bin gave Tian Ji an idea", he blurted out "Illness gave Tian Ji an idea" and made the whole class laugh. She was very angry and asked, "What are you laughing at? What's so funny? " We were too scared to make a sound. In the following story, she kept saying "Sun Bin" was "sick" and was laughed at by my classmates for quite a while!

There are so many interesting things in the class, which are really varied and interesting!