Make-up weekly composition

A weekly diary is a written record of your study, life or what happened around you, the people who touched you, a small thing, a beautiful place, etc. The following is my weekly diary of making up lessons. Let's have a look.

Chapter 1: On the first day of make-up lessons, the holiday of 1 1 day has finally passed, and I have to leave for school again. The short holiday is very long in boredom. I am tired of idle holidays, but I miss the same boring campus life.

After dinner, I said goodbye to my parents and pushed the cart out. In less than a minute, I appeared in front of my parents again, which made them a little confused. I explained that my car broke down and I had to go by bus, which just cleared up the confusion. My mother never likes me to go to class by bike. They were still worried about the traffic situation in China, and even more worried about my riding skills, not because my riding skills were poor, but because I rode so well that I had to compare with motorcycles. I am afraid that I will lose my life if I get hit by a motorcycle one day. The poor inherit the wind, I understand. Of course, in the eyes of many people, I am an obedient child. Actually, me too. But I don't listen blindly, I listen to everything. My parents are right to worry, but I also have my own ideas. By bus, it's crowded and crowded, and it takes a long walk (because the bus stop is far from my home). There are some advantages, at least in the eyes of my parents, it is safer than riding a bike (in my eyes, it is dangerous because the speed of a bike is not as fast as that of a bus, and it is a big deal if the bus doesn't have an accident). Don't spend too much effort on me. But I'm impatient. After all, young people are impulsive, which reminds me of Dao Lang's punishment for impulsiveness. But I haven't been punished, so I won't change until I know my mistake. Waiting for the bus is what I hate to do at present. Riding a bike can make me feel free and unrestrained, and it can also make me think (it is a bit dangerous, after all, I will be distracted). More importantly, overtaking on the road can help me find a sense of superiority. I only take the bus when necessary. Just like tonight.

There are not many people in the car and there are not many seats. When I got on the bus, it was crowded with passengers. There is no way out. It's just rubber. No beautiful girl will let me sit in her arms, or no beautiful girl will give me a seat in my arms. There is a child sitting in a chair fidgeting in the car, which looks like a fucking hemorrhoid. The driver called, his mother called and other passengers called, but he didn't listen. The driver threatened him not to get off the bus, and his mother threatened him to let the police station arrest him and not let him out. Other passengers threatened him, and the police handcuffed him, which was ineffective. He was scared to death. I was a little angry at that time. So disobedient at such a young age. You will accidentally fall into a wrong path in the future. How does a wanderer turn around? I stared at him, hoping to frighten him not to move, but he never looked at me coldly, which wasted my expression and hurt my body.

Back in the classroom, the desk was covered with dust 1 1 day. I washed the dust with water, wiped it clean, and put two information books and pens I took home 1 1 day. But I didn't open the file and look inside. If a beautiful woman stands in front of me, I will have the desire to tear off her clothes and force a look inside. Unfortunately, information is not as attractive as beauty. Of course, the information has not been opened yet. Picking up the exercise book, I have a desire to write something. So I grabbed 1 1 day and started writing. 1 1 The pen that hasn't been touched for a day is so strange and uncomfortable to move now. The word written is simply the result of the mutation of the previous word "gene". This makes me feel uncomfortable. As we all know, gene mutation has never been good, and it has never been better. Of course it is special, but this time I failed to be the lucky one and was specially selected. So you must know why I am sad.

Unconsciously, the bell rang, and at the same time, I just looked out of the window. I couldn't see the sky clearly on a moonless night.

I thought: It's really night.

Chapter two: The success or failure of my "Old West" make-up lessons depends on a moment's determination, and uncertainty will become your fatal weakness in life. This is my personalized message on QQ, and I haven't changed it, but when I met a person I thought was a complete stranger, he made me reluctantly give up what was left of me and changed this personalized message that has been with me for 6 years.

"What, want to make up a missed lesson for me! I have to make up for more than 20 days! What about my holiday? ! "I was shocked. "You have no choice! ! "Mom said seriously. I still want to resist, but I know it's useless. Alas! My vacation.

"Mom, where's the teacher?" I looked around here and saw a sister and two people coming to make up lessons, and a big brother, "That's the big brother!" " Mother pointed to a big brother. "He?" I looked at him doubtfully, a chicken nest head with heavy eyebrows and a tall figure. Said he was too thin and strong, said he was not strong, and the veins stood out as thick as my little finger.

"Well, it's time. Let's go to class." We followed him to the bungalow, and each of us chose his own seat. The teacher turned on the electric fan and began to lecture. Soon I found myself in love with him. There is no gap between him and me, and we have had many happy times. He often patiently teaches me topics I don't understand. School ends at four o'clock, but he often teaches after five o'clock. After class, we can play with him, tell jokes and play mobile games. It was fun! Classes are also very easy. Sometimes they buy things for us to eat. His chicken nest head is also my favorite to play with. I often make his hair look different, but he is not angry, so I call him "old Xi", naughty and kind.

Time flies, just 20 days have passed. Today is the last day. My mood is not too bad. I have classes as usual, but today I often feel that time flies. After class, "Old Xi" bought each of us a cup of foam tea. I went over and asked, "Old Xi, aren't you going to eat?" "No," he smiled and scratched his head with his hand. It suddenly occurred to me that I can chat with old Xi with QQ in the future! "Old Xi, I want your QQ." "All right!" So I smiled with satisfaction. At five o'clock, after school, I want to say goodbye to "old Xi", but I don't have the courage. I'm afraid I will cry when I shout. I rushed downstairs and cried. ...

The next day, my heart was empty. Usually, I should go to "Old Xi" to make up lessons at this time, but today "Old Xi" is on his way back.

I hope "Old Xi" can make up lessons for me as usual, but it's impossible.

On this day, I lost sleep.

I have lost my soul since "Old Xi" left. I can't eat or sleep. Although I keep reminding myself that "Old Xi" has gone, it is impossible to make up lessons for me, so don't miss it again. But I still miss him deeply.

My appetite is getting smaller and smaller. Every afternoon, I miss "Old Xi" to give us lessons.

There was once a good teacher in front of me, and I didn't cherish it until I lost it. If God gives me another chance, I hope it will be ten thousand years!

Chapter 3: It is troublesome to make up lessons. "Liu Qiao, quick make up a missed lesson. Hurry up. " Accompanied by my mother's crying, I quickly finished the last bite of soup in the bowl, ran downstairs with my schoolbag on my back, and took a bus to my tutor's house to make up lessons.

Time passed slowly, and I began to fight, but before I finished my homework, I felt it was time to go home. My eyes have been fighting for a long time, but I thought that my homework had not been finished, so I had to rub my sleepy eyes and get up to finish my homework. At this point, it has reached the point of 1 1.

Going back and forth like this every day, although I have learned a little knowledge, the quality of my study is getting worse and worse. Every morning, I feel listless and just want to sleep. Alas, there is nothing I can do.

I want to talk to my parents many times, but I can see the parents' expectant eyes, and the words are swallowed by my mouth. I want to get rid of the pain of making up lessons and live a happy day, but even this has become an extravagant hope. I still want one more week, when I can live well, but making up lessons has brought me back to reality.

Well, I know my parents are doing me good and have a good job for me to grow up, but this is not the way to make up lessons. But I can't bear to destroy my parents' hard work. I can only bear it silently and endure it.

If I don't have any free time on Sunday afternoon, I'm afraid I have no time to complain to you. No, I have to make up lessons again. I have to make up lessons again. Goodbye!

Chapter four: After the overture makes up lessons for military training, what is make up lessons? I counted down from the moment I closed the door with my schoolbag. I really want to travel through time and space for seven days. I stood at the door and shouted with a smile: Mom, I'm back!

Bus platform. Nowadays, the efficiency of this bus company is a shame to the city, but countless motorcycle drivers have left more than N flying eyes, which were scared away by my indifferent expression. Several special minority girls turned out from the roadside community. I want to know whether to greet people with "Jaaksi" or "Bazaar Hey". The girl walked all the way for nothing. It's a pity that our hearts are yo ...

The class teacher said: The purpose of making up lessons is nothing more than to make everyone adapt to the study life in high school as soon as possible and make a transition. It suddenly made me feel like a thief boat. In two months, I will be sold to another company, with more stringent conditions, and then I will start an inhuman slave life.

The first thing is to distribute textbooks. There is a long string of books on the blackboard, one book after another with ink fragrance piled up in front of me into a hill. In my mind, the word "struggle" no longer appears as excitedly as in the past, with infinite emotion: how many trees are to be knocked down!

Finally, when I meet a male Chinese teacher who looks like a scholar, he always pops up a sentence in classical Chinese, which means a little guidance. The math teacher is a very kind grandfather, and the more he looks at it, the more he looks like the turtle prime minister (disrespectful) in the pig with bright spring. Chemistry teachers have been among middle-aged and elderly women for a long time. When it comes to classes, they are absolutely unrestrained, uninhibited and invincible, which makes people excited. I remembered huifei again. I always give lectures in a tepid tone, and a 30-degree smile runs through rigid formulas and theorems. I am intoxicated again and again. What has passed will always be remembered. A line in a soap opera says: Some things are like sand in your hand. The tighter you hold on, the faster they walk. Yes, no matter how much I give up on the past, I will learn to let go.

The moment the physics teacher walked into the classroom, I exclaimed: Lu No.1 has a double body! ! Wow, another hard proof of Darwin's theory of evolution. Damn, so many scientific martyrs. He took pains to talk about the acceleration of gravity and studied the motion process of the ball with great interest. I have been staring at some green apples on the title page of the physics book. How brittle it is to bite! And my more evil idea at the moment is that if those apples killed Newton lying under the tree 300 years ago or got a vegetable out at once, we wouldn't have to stay here and listen to the ball theory again and again on a hot day. But my guess was finally refuted by history, and it also led to the tragedy that generations of scientific lunatics were jealous of this ball.

In physics class, I was sleepy, and my ears were full of ball theory. I am sleepy! This makes me feel very sorry for the certificate of "learning activist" given to me when I was a child, and cut my red scarf for me by the way. Did I sink? Fallen? Or ... I don't want to. It's very brain-intensive. It's just that I can't sleep well anymore. Lift your heavy eyelids and stick your head out of the window.

Through the sparse leaves of an unknown plant, we passed through the empty second-grade teaching building and then to the legendary third-grade teaching building. It stands at the forefront of the school and is baptized by the eyes of countless people. Every classroom in the third grade teaching building has thick curtains. More than once in physics class, I imagined the thrilling performance with my idle brain, and more than once I wanted to lean out a head from behind the thick curtains and shout to me: I'm fine ... all this can only be fantasy. Those high school students who cherish time like gold will ridicule my naivety. They won't stay on a flower named Wei Zi for long. They don't get together to discuss the price of high school; Nor will they curse the crowds in school canteens like cynics; They won't choose to doze off in physics class like me. They are on high alert. Give them a gun and they can be sent to the front immediately.

In senior three, just add two horizontal lines under "one". College entrance examination, since I entered this school, I have entered its sphere of influence. Perhaps, tomorrow, I will also post English entries all over the bed, and choose to pack breakfast on the way to the classroom to solve it in a hurry. I'm not interested in colorful flowers in the garden. I glance at the countdown to the college entrance examination and then plunge into the pile of books with a dignified face.

After the evening self-study, people will pour out from various passages and gather in the dormitory area, and the male and female dormitory buildings will look at each other on both sides of the road. Ginkgo trees are planted on both sides of the road, and the dried ginkgo leaves are quietly falling and accumulating. I really want to bend down and pick them up one by one, write down those sour sentences in small print and put them in my diary. But the fact is, I have Autumn Rain Collection and cline's Yesterday's Reproduction in my headphones. I stepped on the fallen leaves and quickly turned right at the end of the road with the crowd, disappearing into the dim light at that time. ...

Chapter 5: Another year of make-up lessons. The afternoon sunshine is so beautiful. The gentle bird song is accompanied by the rustling of leaves, and the gentle wind is wrapped in faint flowers.

We felt sorry for the sudden' additional punishment' of the school and sweated all day. Just over a month's summer vacation was abruptly cut in half. When the temperature is close to 40 degrees, bathing is meaningless. The moment I leave the bathhouse, I will be a smelly man covered in sweat. We don't want to live a comfortable life of self-study at night with a big underpants vest and a banana fan. We only prayed for a pair of sandals, but this simple and pure prayer was severely rejected by the school. We understood that this was another sudden encounter, and we decisively adopted guerrilla tactics that we had not seen for a long time. Can't afford to be taunted, or can't afford to hide. We disappeared when we met the school leaders. What's the happiest thing? It's a pair of sandals and a piece of crushed ice, savoring it under the throne of air conditioning in Tao Tao. In my spare time, through the window, I look forward to the opposite girl's dormitory.

When I was still crying for the handsome guy who broke the air conditioner, Tao Tao rolled up his bedding and rushed to the third floor. Half an hour later, Tao Tao returned to the dormitory with a sense of justice and said eight words: The empty dormitory upstairs has good air conditioning. It's just half a stick of incense. All our bedding is on the third floor. At first, our envy, jealousy and hatred for the bad behavior of the rabbits who jumped home for the summer vacation in Grade Two finally faded a little. Although they went, they left the air conditioner to us, and the kind children left the shampoo. Considering that it will expire in two years, we will barely give it to our children. It's either your own nest or something else. There can be trash cans everywhere. The evening program is more exciting; Drunk and Faner and I watched movies in Tao Tao's bed, Yukon Tai and Dragon played games in the bathroom, and Abinbin squatted in the pit.

At five o'clock in the morning, there was silence. Do you know what "dead silence" is? It's just that it's quiet outside the dormitory, and we sleep like hell inside. Under the cold air of 16 degrees that lasted all night, we wrapped in a big quilt and had a beautiful dream. What a dissolute life it was, but it was brutally destroyed by an ignorant host family. We woke up from a beautiful dream and realized the hardships of life. The bad atmosphere of morning reading should be severely cracked down, but under the leadership of Qiang xx, it ranks first among the top ten tortures in Zhong Xing. In this way, the flowers of our motherland were destroyed by Qiang xx, who completely violated the international convention "Don't leave wild flowers on the roadside". I hate him!

What classes do you take in the summer vacation? The monitor uncovered the mystery. When the monitor came in with a class schedule, she was greeted with eager eyes. The monitor said quietly, "You see, the course is still very rich. Well, there are Chinese, math and English. "

It's all hurt ... Please don't disturb. ...

The attack continues, and the school has been hit by a black hand. The flower of the motherland is at stake, so what about the country!

Half a day's Chinese class finally came to an end in our desperate struggle, and the lunch bell rang. Known as the "hit meter bolt", I once again successfully defended the first champion who arrived in the canteen. When the chef handed me the food, I suddenly realized the meaning of the word "litte". I reasonably complain:' so little'. The canteen master was furious and rushed to the crown and said,' Four dollars is so much.' Also pointed to a piece of gluten and said; Look, there's meat. I turned and left, and there was another person in my heart who was cursed by me for 100 million lives. Yukon and I fought back our tears, gritted our teeth and ate the so-called lunch. "Didi, how do I feel the smell of detergent?" Jade, look at me. I thought about it and replied,' Well, it's still white. '

At noon, many people in the classroom are talking about the detergent in the canteen food. Quite a few people think it is carved, but I still insist that it is white. Finally. Augus's idea of "weighing in bulk" convinced everyone. No matter what he says, we are afraid of him! Augus didn't screw up. It's not a miracle that you're dead. ) At the end of this argument, the second child came in with a lunch box. Shouted loudly: "There are sanitary napkins in the canteen food." After a moment of silence, all the students broke into thunderous applause. Comfort this lovely juvenile delinquent.

The night of self-study is quiet, and everyone is trying to chase their college dreams. What is tired and what is bitter, in our hearts, has long been very light, and we just smiled and talked about the so-called bitter days.

Chapter 6: Make up lessons through the back door. I don't know if there is real fairness in this world. The first time I wanted to do something on my own, I didn't expect it to be a deep blow! I can't help but sigh, today's world! Makes me a teenage girl feel terrible.

The day before yesterday afternoon, we girls wanted to take advantage of this good time of summer vacation to make up lessons. At that time, there was already a girl in our class who made up for it there. Only when we went did people know that we were not students in this school and they didn't want us to go. We told her that there was a girl in our class at that time, and she clearly told us that the girl was looking for a relationship. We don't know what to do. After all, we are inexperienced students. Only a few of us can have nothing to do with this.

I really feel the complexity of this society, which makes me flinch from the vision of the future. Does it have to be related to get a foothold? The competition between schools is really great now, but it is unnecessary.

The dark society scares me, maybe my idea is naive. I think this society is too simple, maybe I have experienced too little, so I can't face the fact!

Chapter 7: Make up lessons in senior three ... written in the front: Life is always so helpless, but what we draw from God is a bad card. We are eager for 20 12, and hope that God can reshuffle the cards and give us a chance to start again.

We are awake every second, and we have to bear such a heavy burden that we can't breathe. However, the lightest thing in life has become our bones.

It's summer vacation ... making up lessons in senior three. ...

The tail of June is not "Leo", it is very hot, quite hot. I don't know why those people at school are all masters of shit and not wiping their ass. Since every classroom is equipped with air conditioning, why not send a remote control? Dear headmaster, I know your style is frugal, so you don't have to sell air conditioners and buy remote controls to save a few money. If that's the case, I'll give you a more economical suggestion: open all the walls between the classrooms, so that only one air conditioner is needed for one floor. Of course, we can't blame the school too much. After all, they also install air conditioning sockets.

No matter how hot it is, you can't resist the temptation of sleepiness. Noon is the quietest time in senior three. Tired ... asleep ...

It was a bleak silence. We can't choose to escape, this is not a hat on our heads, this is a burden, and we don't dump it when we are unhappy.

Outside the wall is a world of flowers, and we sigh through the window. We even envy cicada, at least its singing is free.

Faner, is it hot? Why do I think you are smoking? Dragons are powerless. Fanzi didn't open his eyes, but took back the saliva that flowed into the air. I think I'm in Africa, and I shouldn't be on the equator. Then they fell asleep again. Big mouth came back from the toilet, and wet hands held the dragon's face:' I'll reduce the fire for you.' The dragon broke his hand and said,' Hey … Have you washed it? It is not a mixture of urine and water. Fan also looked up at most:' Yo, I'm still naked, play sexy with me.' The dragon also plugged in; We are all hot outside, but others are hot inside and outside, and his second spring is coming. The big mouth is anxious:' Then I will let you try the power of spring.' Not suitable for children, Long and Faner were executed on the spot. ...

The wind blew gently that night and didn't take away my heat. But it blew away my short sleeves (fortunately, it was not cold inside). When I was glad that it wasn't the coolness inside that was blown away, I was surprised to find that my pink short sleeves were "hugging" in all kinds of gorgeous ladies' underwear. I curse those ladies who don't care about sexy underwear, and let the wind blow directly into the trash can next time. Friendly reminder:' Those ladies who live in front of the boys' bathroom, when we men rush to the bathroom naked, don't come out to collect clothes again, or I will call you' responsible'. We are very reserved.

Sometimes I admire the handsome guy (formerly known as Gu Yanan). Although I don't know how he let the tap water come out of the water pipe sideways to take a bath, I witnessed him repairing the air conditioning in the dormitory with his bare hands. Oh, I'm sorry. At that time, he also took a chopstick from the canteen as a tool. Amateur amateur air conditioner repairman didn't let us down. The air conditioner is moving. It's really touching. Wait ... it doesn't seem to be air conditioning. I'm sure it's smoke, choking smoke. Unfortunately, this air conditioner has to be officially declared as' Never Super Life'.

On a cold night, I tossed and turned. When I finally fell asleep in the early morning, Binbin was unbelievable. Well, I just slept for about five minutes. Binbin called me:' Didi Bubble, Didi Bubble, I didn't get up until very late. Today is the morning reading of the monitor. Sadly, I actually dressed in a hurry and took a shower. He is talking in his sleep. I really want to take him naked while he is sleeping, and then put his pants on his head, so that I can feel revenge. Of course, I just do it ideologically, just like a handsome guy who has defiled the style ideologically for countless times.

A chaotic night ...

Chapter 8: Making up lessons Mom and Dad are cruel. On a hot day, they went on a business trip, leaving me and my brother behind, becoming veritable left-behind children.

"Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock.

As soon as the wet grandmother entered the door, she chanted, "It's so hot, it's cracking my old bones!"

Sweat flowed down the wrinkles and dripped on the black cloth bag held by grandma. "Grandma, what's in it?" I finally lost my curiosity and asked. "Girl, this is something grandma specially brought you to make up lessons." Grandma's wrinkles are shaking and she is as happy as a dry ganoderma lucidum. She slowly untied the bag. Wow, it's all small iron pieces and small rubber bands. "Grandma, what are these for?" The younger brother asked in a hurry. Grandma said unhurriedly, "These are for you to make up lessons. Put the skin on the tin ... "

Under the guidance of grandma, this so-called labor class began. Such a small iron sheet, such a small leather ring, is really difficult to cover. My brother and I struggled for a long time and failed. Grandma squinted and said, "Be quiet, don't be distracted, and decide one by one." I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I hold the iron plate tightly with my left hand and sit in the right position with my right hand. Without much effort, a finished product was born. I was secretly happy and looked back at my brother. Small sample, and fooling around.

I don't know how long it took, but there was only a thin layer of iron in the black bag, and the table was full of finished products, and there was a big pimple in front of my brother.

The labor class was finally over, and grandma gave us each 10 yuan. My brother is very happy, but I don't know where the ten dollars are hidden.