Composition "N Reasons Why I Love My Class"

N reasons why I love my class

“Hey, I’m in sixth grade, I’m about to graduate, I’m about to leave my beautiful campus, I’m about to...” "Stop!" Just when I was filled with emotion, my mother stopped me impatiently, "If you really like your class so much, just tell me some reasons!" "Okay!" I said happily. 's agreed.

I cleared my throat, coughed twice, and started my "defense": "Reason 1: Did you see that girl wearing pink glasses? That, but in our class He is a lively girl who wears big glasses all day long, but the glasses always slip down from the bridge of her nose and are always unsteady, so she often pretends to be a doctor. ', push up the rim of the glasses; and, have you seen that 'handsome guy with short hair'? Don't get me wrong, that guy is a nagging girl, but as long as she wears it, it's okay! If you put on a boy's clothes and a tie, you will never recognize her; see, those boys who are crazy basketball fans playing basketball on the basketball court? Are they all? They are all "famous" to the principal. But if our class didn't have them, our class would lose its vitality! Look, I have so many classmates who are going, how could I not love us? "Where is the class?"

Looking at my mother's disbelief, I continued proudly: "Reason 2: Look, look! The light is still on in that window, that's our class teacher. She was grading homework late at night! It was so late, and she was still working hard..." As I spoke, my nose became a little sore and the corners of my eyes became red. I wiped the tears that were about to slip out of my eyes with my hands. "Still. Yes, the teachers in our class are all a group of highly capable intellectuals. Because of their teachings to us, our grades have improved step by step. You said, I have such good teachers, how can I still Not satisfied?"

My mother nodded and said, "Three reasons! Look at those desks! And the chalk dust they left behind! How many wonderful days have you spent with me! If you touch it, our body temperature is still there! That electric light once illuminated the dark classroom for us; those doors and windows once blocked us. How many ups and downs have we gone through... Tell me, how can I not love our class?"

"Reason 4..." I wanted to continue, but my mother stopped me: "Look. Come on, you really love your class, and there are so many reasons.” After hearing this, I smiled brightly and said happily: “Yes! There are N reasons why I love our class!”