My report card is an excellent composition.

In our daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with writing. By writing, we can gather scattered thoughts together. So how to write a general composition? The following is the excellent composition of my report card (selected 10) that I compiled for you. I hope it helps you.

My report card is excellent composition 1 Every parent wants his children to achieve something in the future and get good grades, but my parents always just let me study hard, not seeking the best, but seeking the worst.

One day, I got a hundred points on the school unit test paper. I want to tell my mother that I got a hundred points on my way home, but it was my father who came to pick me up. Dad said, "Mom will accompany her grandmother to see a doctor these two days, and she may not come back these two days. I'll take you to school. Remember, review well and get a good grade in the midterm. " I nodded and smiled. When I got home, I began to do my homework. After finishing my homework, I began to review all the subjects. I watched it again and again and fell asleep. A few days later, the mid-term exam began. I reviewed almost every question, and I finished every question calmly. The results came out, all subjects were above 90 points, and the results were good. After the exam, my father took me to the hospital. I saw my mother. I was very surprised. I put down my schoolbag and asked, "Dad, what's wrong with mom?" Dad said, "Your mother is very ill. I hope you do well in the exam. " Dad also said: "Your mother insists on going home to cook for you after the injection every morning, and she won't listen to anything we say." I didn't speak, just sat beside my mother and took care of her. My mother still advised me to go home and study hard, so I went home to encourage myself to study hard and be a useful person.

I have a good father and mother. They not only love me, but also care about me.

My report card is excellent. Composition 2 Today, there will be another math test.

The night before the exam, my father said to me, "Take a good exam and don't go home until you get 100%!" "Of course, this is a little joke. If so, it's really much more serious than not taking a hundred exams!

The next day, I was at school, and when I was reading in the morning, I had butterflies in my stomach. I'm afraid I didn't make a small detail. I was worried until the second class. Why? Because this course is a math class, not an exam!

The teacher came, and he gave out the test papers to each group. When I got the paper, I began to write the questions seriously. This time is different. I'm going to calculate a problem twice this time, and then I'll check it after I finish writing it. When I was doing the paper, I found that the previous questions were often encountered. I thought to myself, "Ha ha ha, steady, all the questions I have done before are." Don't think I must be 100% stable. Actually, when I saw the last question, I was nervous. Wow, this road is a bit unusual! I have calculated it five times in my exercise book, but I always feel that something is wrong. I bit my pen hard, hoping that the little pen could give me an answer. Because it was too late, I had to write a promising answer.

Oh, the report card! Go easy on me!

My report card, excellent composition, came out in the third term, and I collapsed! Sixty points in math. My deskmate giggled, and the sound was like lightning, which split on my head, making me sad, tearful and heartbroken.

On the way home, the trees rustled in the wind and seemed to laugh at me. In this way, my joy was taken away by the score, and it rained cats and dogs in the sky of my whole heart.

I am determined to change myself and can't indulge any more. Get up at five o'clock in the morning, open the back formula and go to school in a hurry until seven o'clock; At school at noon, I use my break time to pick up a pen to do the problem, even if I am tired and sore all over. In the evening, as soon as I get home, I stay away from TV and embrace my leisure with repeated review.

On the day of the final exam, I got the test paper, carefully examined the questions, answered the questions carefully, and wrote correctly, striving for no typos. The calculation problem must be checked to avoid mistakes.

Finally, the test paper was issued, with a score of 98, ranking second in the class. The teacher gave me a thumbs-up and gave me a big compliment. My classmates looked at me with envy. Bright red music is like a red flag fluttering in the wind, like a ray of morning light, like a clean stream ... my confidence is back.

After hard work, I have achieved excellent results, just like a rainbow after a storm.

My report card is excellent. Today, I am excited to come to school. I heard that the teacher will send us a report card today, and my heart is pounding. I really want to know how my grades are.

When it was time to hand out the test papers, I felt even more nervous. The Chinese test paper was handed out first. I waited and waited. Teacher Zhou finally signed up for me. I ran to the podium like a rabbit to get the test paper. After I got the Chinese test paper, I looked at the results. Wow, it's really a hundred points! My heart is full of joy, and I want to jump for joy.

Next, the math test paper was issued, and I was as nervous as the Chinese test paper. I sat quietly in my seat, waiting for Mr. Wang to announce my name. After waiting for a while, Mr. Wang reported my name, and I couldn't wait to run up and get the test paper. I thought my math exam was as good as Chinese, but my score was not ideal at all, only 93 points. I read the wrong question. I know all this. Oh, how careless I am! I feel very sad in my heart.

In the future, I must get rid of this careless bad habit and form a good habit of being careful, so that I can get good grades in math and Chinese.

My report card excellent composition 5 will be handed out today. I sat in my seat and thought, If I do well in the exam, my father will take me out to play. Well done! When the teacher called my name, I quickly took the manual from the podium. Open it and see a "red light" hanging on it. At this time, I sat in my seat like a deflated ball, and I was very disappointed. My idea of good luck has disappeared. At this moment, Wang Ming asked me, "How are your grades?" My face turned red when I brushed it, and I didn't even dare to lift my head. I reluctantly smiled and said, "I haven't seen it yet ...! ""After a long time, the bell finally rang and I ran out of the classroom like an escape.

Along the way, I pushed my bike listlessly along my favorite tree-lined road, kicking pebbles bored, and my mind was in chaos. I accidentally fell down. At this moment, I thought: Why is everything singing "against Taiwan" with me today? It was very late in the morning, but the tire was flat again. I was criticized for being late for school ... thinking about it, I was in the alley before I knew it. I entered the house weakly. At this time, I said to myself, "Oh, shit, I'm sure I'll be scolded today!" " "I walked upstairs with heavy steps. When I tried to ring the doorbell, there seemed to be many pairs of eyes looking at me, and each pair of eyes showed reproachful eyes. Just then, my mother opened the door and asked, "How was your grade?" "Not good, not good!" After that, I gave the manual to my mother and ran back to my room. After a while, my father scolded my mother: "I have only been out for a month, how did the child become like this!" ""Mom went on to say, "What can I do if he doesn't study hard ..." Listen, listen, tears wet my eyes ...

My report card excellent composition 6 others are taking beautiful photos and eating delicious food, but I don't want to print my report card. This is also enough courage.

Why do you want to print your report card? Because the report card has witnessed my progress and retrogression, it is a mirror of my middle school days, reflecting my study status. Along the report card, I can see my study efforts.

Look through the transcripts of grades one to three. Others call it black history, and I call it "the historical lesson of growing up." Let's start from the first day.

When I first entered school, my grades were not too bad, but the test paper gave me the best "proof" of a day's idleness and was a hot mark on my first report card. My classmates in the exam are among the best. I felt frustrated and confused for the first time. There is a sense of loss that haunts me. Suddenly the next semester began, and I secretly made up my mind to work hard and become a schoolmaster. I am a person with strong self-esteem and don't like to give up. Occasionally, because of the provocation of a schoolmaster, I was really angered and started a silent war. I want to surpass her! She probably didn't expect me to be so serious. Finally, a semester's secret contest is over. The moment the report card was handed down, I was both happy and excited. I entered the top 100, far exceeding her. I believe that miracles will always happen as long as you work hard.

Take a closer look, the second day of junior high school is really my "bright era". The more you move forward, the more unwilling you are. I don't know when I learned to teach myself. My goal is posted on the table, my diary and word book are in my schoolbag, and snacks have long since disappeared without a trace. I can always see that I take notes carefully in class, and even the small problem of dozing off gradually disappears. I am not satisfied with my homework at the weekend, and I have to do five or three more questions. This may be an obsession with learning, and I can't extricate myself. I worked harder. Extracurricular books are no longer comic magazines, but poetry appreciation and English square. Occasionally, I will think of me who recited geography before running in the morning. I want to thank myself for working so hard. Looking at the report card, a sense of accomplishment arises spontaneously.

The era of light is over and the third day is coming. I should have worked harder, but I slacked. Too comfortable a life will bring disaster. The exams again and again are unforgettable, and the scores really surprised me. Down, down, no chance to catch my breath. Lost to disappointment, the last despair. Maybe it's because you're not used to it or you're too relaxed. These report cards are like an endless abyss, which impressed me deeply. I won't give up. I'm still trying to find the feeling of the second grade. I've turned to the last report card and I'm not afraid anymore. I believe the report card can make me understand that youth is constant struggle, and I have the courage to show it. This is my best witness.

My report card excellent composition 7 Although the report card is only a thin piece of paper, it can send you to heaven and hell. I believe there are many people who love and hate him like me. Whenever I hear the teacher calling my number, I hold my report card anxiously, hoping to get good grades in the exam.

My lessons have always been good. Although I am not a decathlon, at least my academic performance and academic performance are excellent. Learning has always been my interest. School work has never been a problem for me, but it's a pity that my report card every semester is always beaten by sports and I can't get a straight A. Because my mother always said, "People can't do everything. For me, praise is more than blame, so I don't care.

In fact, physical education class has always been my favorite class, but no matter how hard I try, I can't run fast. Every time I run, I will keep shouting in my heart, hurry up! Hurry up! And I am the fastest every time, but after a long journey, my disappointed feet just don't listen to me, but they run heavier and heavier. Finally, I watched my classmates pass me. Although I was very discouraged, I thought to myself, "I should review myself and the result is countdown." That means my skill is really poor and I must strengthen it. " 」

The content of physical education class has changed this semester, and it has become a ball course, which may show my strength! It can also change my classmates' attitude towards me, so I will work hard. So I took part in after-school activities, not only listening to the teacher explain how to play ball, but also practicing hard according to the method taught by the teacher. Gradually, I got the hang of it, such as basketball. At first, I didn't know how to control the ball. Either I am too strong to jump out of the basket, or I am too weak to throw the hollow ball outside the basket and even touch the edge. Finally, I found that it was the easiest to score the ball by wiping the board, and I finally succeeded. Table tennis is more interesting. Whether it's your left hand or your right hand, killing the ball, chopping the ball or drawing the ball, it's all testing your wisdom and reaction. It can be said to be all-round exercise, which often makes me sweat!

Sure enough, heaven rewards hard work. With my efforts, I got high marks in all aspects and got an A in sports. This semester's hard work finally paid off, and I cried and jumped with joy. As long as I work hard, the report card is no longer terrible to me.

My report card is excellent. I opened the drawer and accidentally saw that my mother had left me a good report card in recent years. My grades are like taking stairs, going in and out, sailing against the current, turning back if you can't, like sliding a boat. As long as you relax immediately, you may be washed away by the water.

I read the teacher's comments on me. It turns out that I am a girl with a sweet voice and beautiful dance in the eyes of the teacher. I hope I can take the initiative to learn, express myself bravely, come to the mountains to learn from the sea, taste the fun of exploring knowledge, make friends with books, and talk and laugh with books. I compared my grades, and the second semester of grade four got the best grades: 95, 96, 93, 100! The first semester of grade four is the worst: 87, 79, 85 and 96. If you want to express your ideal state, you must persevere and make unremitting efforts.

Unconsciously, I have been in the fourth grade, and I have become an adult in the eyes of adults. I must know that every inch has its advantages and its feet are short. I must persevere and spend more time studying.

My report card is excellent. 9 The long summer vacation is coming. Although it represents the arrival of happy time, it also symbolizes the nightmare in everyone's heart-the arrival of "report card"

Time passes by, and the report card is heavily pressed on the table, hitting the students' hearts like thunder. In an instant, all around became silent, and peace enveloped the whole classroom. The students all sat in their seats with bated breath. When your name is called, fate will follow you quietly. Only by winning this report card war can we escape. As a thin report card entered the students' hands, some people crawled on the table, while others showed victory and proudly returned to their seats. Of course, some people put their hands on their chests. Thanks to God's blessing, I waited trembling and waiting for the verdict of fate.

Like a deafening gunshot, my name was called. I stood up slowly, walked to the teacher gently, looked at the report card in the teacher's hand, and my nervous mood surged hundreds of times in my heart. The report card in hand, like thousands of needles, is unbearable. Back in my seat, I immediately took a look. In an instant, all kinds of emotions are intertwined and turned into joy. I, I won this "report card war".

The thin report card, sometimes like green bitter tea and sometimes like sweet fudge, reveals its efforts, and the fudge made through continuous efforts is even more gratifying.

My report card is excellent composition 10 Today is the day of the parent-teacher conference of the whole school. I'm happy and worried. Put it in your schoolbag and leave with panic and ups and downs.

I know what I'm worried about and afraid of, and it doesn't change anything.

I can't change the published results. This big problem that bothers me will be thrown to my parents mercilessly today. I know it's not good. I need something to support this great sense of oppression. I can hear my heart pounding, which indicates my mood at this time.

The rain outside is dripping, as if nothing had happened, there is a kind of sadness. The wet land is mocking me: Look, that cowardly person is afraid to face her parents because her grades have dropped from 10 to 2 1, and her tears will soon soak into my body.

I was weak and even thought about countermeasures on my way home, but all these reasons collapsed when I faced my parents. I silently read to myself: confess, it's not like going to war, you will die!

Thinking about handing in the report card in the future, what is the expression of parents, whether they turn into pig liver color in an instant or fly into a rage, pick up the hanger and hit me. I'm not afraid of them hitting me with hangers. It doesn't hurt at all when the clothes rack hits people. I can hold my breath, but I'm afraid of the disappointment in my parents' eyes. I'm afraid they don't love me and dislike me so far!

I think only my grades can make my parents pay attention to me forever. As long as I pass the grades, they will be happy and will continue to love me. I regret that I didn't work hard and live up to expectations. For the smile on my parents' faces, I am willing to gamble on my future path. Give the report card to your parents calmly, and feel the disappointed eyes of your parents when they come back from school with their eyes closed. A commitment to the future.