Story composition in our dormitory

After a long summer vacation, I came to this new and beautiful middle school. This is where I will live for three years.

Having never left my parents alone, I came to this strange environment to live with strange people. A small room with four bunk beds and a small balcony. This is the dormitory where I will live for three years.

As time went by, many stories happened between me and my dormmates in this simple dormitory.

We all vowed to study hard, make progress every day, and get into our ideal high school. We take every exam seriously and regard it as a key point. If someone fails in an exam, we will comfort her and help her when she is heartbroken and feels helpless. Our goal is for everyone to learn well and strive for their own goals. No matter how strong the wind is, we all stick together and help each other.

We have to clean every month, and that day is our happiest day. On that day, our dormitory leaders and dormitory members were united, and everyone worked hard and worked together. That day, in addition to the sound of scrubbing and washing, there was also laughter in our dormitory. There are a lot of jokes happening when we work together. We work together, live together, and grow together in laughter.

We sometimes gather together to talk and laugh, tell what we have seen and heard, and share it with the dorm members. We expressed our joy, sadness, and grievances and shared them with the dorm members. No matter joy or sorrow, we will share it with you and enjoy it with you.

We will all help each other. When one party is in trouble, there will be support from all sides. If you get sick at school and there is no medicine, we will go everywhere to collect medicine for you. If you have just finished using some daily necessities, you just need to tell us, and we will help you and lay out your own for you to choose from.

There are many stories in our dormitory, these are our best memories. This difficult three years of junior high school life has added happiness, laughter, and warmth to me. The dormitory has become my home at school, my support when I am tired, and my bag of tips when I am helpless.

On the day we graduated, the sky was blue and the golden sunshine was very warm on our bodies. We all shed tears of reluctance. The tears were shining and kept escaping from our eyes and sliding down our cheeks. We all have to go our separate ways to pursue our ideals. In the end, we wished each other well and took a memory photo in the dormitory, hoping to meet again later.