300-word weekly diary of growing pains in third grade (selected 6 articles)

Part 1: A 300-word weekly diary of growing pains in third grade

Everyone has troubles when growing up. Mom and Dad want you to practice calligraphy, trouble! The teacher wants you to join the cram school, annoying! Poor test scores are annoying... When I was growing up, my biggest worry was not being interested in mathematics!

In a math test, I scored 64 points. Then my parents scolded me, and then put me in a small dark room and asked me to write reflections. Then he would scold me when he released me. Then I got sad.

When I play games, they always give me a limited time, and then they refuse to listen when I ask to finish the game, so this is my trouble.

My worst thing is math, and I hate math very much. Then, my parents bought me that one to study for my summer homework, and then I did it and made a mistake. You will also be fined for copying and rewriting.

Well, luckily my Chinese is not bad and my English is not bad. Therefore, troubles are like lilac knots that cannot be fully solved.

As the saying goes, "If the plantains don't show lilac knots, the lilac knots will be empty and sad in the rain." From another perspective, it is precisely because of troubles that we grow! Chapter 2: A 300-word weekly diary of growing pains in third grade

I am a third-grade primary school student. Playing basketball, badminton, and football are my favorite sports, but I still like playing computer the most. .

When I was in first grade, I could play on the computer for two hours a week. When I was in second grade, I could play on the computer for one hour a week, and even longer during the summer vacation. But in the third grade, I can no longer play. Why? Because the teacher said that the third grade is very important and there is a lot of new knowledge waiting for me to learn. My mother obeyed the teacher's orders. From then on, I was restricted to playing for only half an hour a week. I felt so unwilling and resented the third grade. I often thought: How great it would be if I could go back to the first grade! Because I wasn't paying attention, something worse happened. Several times in a row, I didn't take my homework seriously, kept making mistakes, and even forgot the multiplication table. My father said that it was just for playing on the computer, and I couldn't take it back. I can't even touch the computer after giving an order. Poor, my half hour is gone.

The only things I can do every day now are studying and reading. I say it’s annoying, annoying, annoying every day, but it still doesn’t help. I said I should balance work and rest, but my mother disagrees, so I can only study, study, and study again. , I reasoned with her and she said I was stubborn.

Dad, Mom, I want to tell you, it’s not that I don’t like studying, nor am I a child who doesn’t seek to make progress. I also study very hard, play the saxophone in professional classes well, and arrange myself reasonably. time, please believe me and understand me, give me a little free space, give me a little happiness I want! Chapter 3: A 300-word weekly diary of growing pains in third grade

Troubles? What's the trouble? It's that I can't play a few games well in the rankings! Or do you have to keep studying every day but can’t play games even if you want to...

When you were young, you may not have known the word "troubles". Yes, when we were young, we didn’t have to worry about anything, as long as we lived happily. Now we are growing slowly and we have many troubles that have become stumbling blocks on our growth path. And the main source of my troubles is-study.

Every time I go home from school, I will finish my homework. While I was doing my homework, the picture of playing games kept popping up in my mind, and I had no intention of doing my homework. Every time I think about how great it would be to be a top student and not have to worry about studying. I don’t have many friends in real life, but I have many friends in games. Whenever I'm studying, I wonder why my parents don't let me play with my mobile phone? I heard many phone calls between my mother and her friends, discussing my lack of ideal study and lack of energy and concentration. I was very unhappy when I heard these words. I was both disappointed with myself and sad for my mother's incomprehension.

I hope that I can adjust the relationship between study and leisure, so that I can have good academic performance, gain the understanding of my parents, and have time to talk freely with my friends in the game. I understand in my heart. This is a growing pain that everyone has, but I firmly believe that I can grow from a young eagle to a proud eagle! Chapter 4: A 300-word weekly diary of growing pains in third grade

It can be said that happiness and worries are blended on the road to growth.

When we grow up, we can get rid of our dependence on our parents and teachers, and no longer be bound by adults. We don’t have to worry about being short and can’t see the front, and we don’t have to worry about getting lost on the street. Everything is controlled by ourselves. You can do what you want, freely!

But then again, we all know that we are no longer young. Parents and teachers hope that their children will become successful and their daughters will become phoenixes. We, as junior high school students, have hope on our shoulders and in our hands. The pen is also working day and night. I know that I can't lag behind in the race for grades among classmates. When it reaches a climax, we can't be proud. When we fall into a low ebb, we can't give up. The picture of the future is blank, waiting for us to draw it. Beautiful pictures, painted with bright colors, everything can only be achieved through our own efforts!

On the road of growth, happiness and troubles are blended! Let us work together to create a better future! Chapter 5: A 300-word weekly diary of the growing pains of third grade

Childhood memories are like a shining sapphire, beautiful and valuable. Every move I made in my childhood is still vivid in my mind, and I can’t get it out of my mind. Since I was four years old, my life has been injected with a light, the light of the rainbow. This light allowed me to live a happy and trouble-free life before I was six years old!

My paradise at that time was a vegetable patch behind my house. Needless to say, the corns in golden clothes, nor the peppers in red dresses, just the plump ears of rice make people excited. From a distance, the entire rice field looks like a golden ocean. When the wind blows, it looks like many girls dancing in charming colorful costumes. So beautiful! Ants date here, crickets fight here, and sometimes we catch flies and keep them as pets. Lying on the grass under the fruit trees, rolling a few times, racing several times, playing hide and seek. The wind laughed with us, and Father Sun also played with us.

Once, a few friends and I came to the grass to play house. We had all the firewood, rice, oil and salt ready, but there were no vegetables, so we decided to steal vegetables. Because I was still young and didn't understand, I crushed a lot of cabbage. After stealing the food, we were just about to sneak away when we heard the voice of a middle-aged woman: What kind of kid stole my food? The sound was urgent and terrifying. So we picked up the guy and ran until we got to a safe place. Everyone burst out laughing. Chapter 6: A 300-word weekly diary of growing pains in third grade

Everyone has their own troubles. Don’t look at me laughing and joking all day long, but I actually have troubles too. Well, my trouble is writing essays. Although writing essays is easy for good students, it is like killing me.

I remember one time when I was writing a composition, I suddenly went off topic. "Alas!" I threw the pen aside. "What's wrong with you?" My deskmate asked me with concern: "Why are you sighing?" "It's nothing serious, it's just off topic." In fact, I didn't mention how uncomfortable I was.

Another funny thing is that sometimes when I am writing a composition, I can’t help but follow other people’s words and write down what they say. After writing for a long time, I realized why it was written like this, and the drawings in the notebook were really messy! Every time I write an essay I make the same mistake. As soon as I write, I look around and make at least two mistakes on a page. Alas, when will things change? Anyway, I'm just afraid of it - it makes me scratch my head and rush to write essays. I don't know if you like to write essays?