Composition about my deskmate in the second grade of junior high school

In daily study, work or life, everyone must come into contact with composition. Composition is a verbal activity that is highly comprehensive and creative. I believe many people find it difficult to write essays. Below are 9 essays written by my classmates in the second grade of junior high school for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. My deskmate's composition in the second grade of junior high school Part 1

My deskmate's nickname is Chen Liangliang. He is very good at Mathematical Olympiad. He is a lazy academic, but he is also very open-minded.

The Legend of Xueba

As we all know, Dadi School is a famous cram school in Chongqing. There is a genius class in it - the Newton Class. In this class, except for geniuses and prodigies, most people are Can't get in. And Chen Liangliang is one of the two. He entered Newton's class, and it took him a year and a half. From then on, no matter how difficult the problem was, he couldn't stump him. He even solved some problems that were daunting to mathematics teachers. He started doing it very quickly and almost never made mistakes. Every time he took an exam, he almost became the focus of the exam room. Chen Liangliang is really a math homework helper!

Humbly Biography

Once during a math test, it took me more than twenty minutes to finish the questions. Then I looked around and saw everyone writing furiously. , and then I started to check,... After I checked ten times, finally, Chen Liangliang finished, I saw him cover the pen cap and let out a long breath. When I started to check, I thought: Compared to me, a math master, you are still half a year old. A few days later, the results came out. I got 98+10 points and Chen Liangliang got 95+10 points. I wanted to help him find the cause of his mistakes, so I picked up the paper and looked at it carefully, and told him what he had done with some difficult problems. method. At this time, he said: "I admire you so much. You can do it so fast and you are better than me. Do you have any secrets?" I said: "This is a matter of mentality. You have a good mentality. When you see that the math problems are simple, , just do it well; if you have a bad mentality, you will make mistakes even in the simplest 1+1." After hearing this, he nodded in understanding and asked me again: "What kind of big idea are you talking about. ? Be more concise. "When you take the exam, you have to face it with a good attitude, so you can get high marks." After hearing this, he said to me excitedly: "Thank you, I understand."

The Legend of Laziness

During the American Cup competition, I worked hard to do it and it took me an hour and a half to finish it. After the exam, I handed in the paper anxiously. I myself would not get the prize, but Chen Liangjie could win the first prize, but the result was beyond my expectation. I happened to win the prize, but Chen Liangliang happened not to win. Afterwards, I asked him, and the answer was beyond my expectation. It turned out that when he did After finishing the question, he went to bed and slept until he handed in the paper. He's so lazy.

This is my deskmate, a humble and lazy academic. I believe that with our mutual help, Chen Liangliang and I will definitely become outstanding and become top students. Essay on My Deskmate in the Second Grade of Junior High School 2

My deskmate is a very handsome boy with shiny black hair, bright eyes, a high upturned nose, and a small There are rows of white teeth in the mouth. This is the basic appearance of my deskmate. Let me tell you his hobbies! He prefers to play computer games and is a super expert in the whole grade. However, he does not play every day. Like me, he only plays once in a while. He can become an expert because his typing speed is relatively fast. I admire him very much. speed. After saying this, you will definitely ask me: What are his results? His math score is usually 98-100 points, and 10 points are added for correct answers to optional questions. His Chinese score is usually 85-90 points, and his English score is 85-95 points. This kind of score is among the top ten in our class. He is a good student.

Is there a small thing that can prove his quality? Let me tell you about it:

This little incident happened on a summer day, under the scorching sun without even a breath of wind. I saw a little yellow dog under the tree with its tongue hanging out and breathing heavily. It kept screaming like cicadas, as if shouting: "It's hot! It's hot!" I kept shaking the fan, but the sweat as big as a pea continued to flow down.

I went home and asked my mother for money to buy a drink. My mother said, "Take 3 yuan to buy it." I ran to the street happily.

Suddenly, I saw a little boy wearing a blue hat standing there under the shade of a tree opposite. I walked closer and saw that it was Zhu Linjie from our class. I said, "Let's play together." We walked and walked and walked. When I went to the small street, I saw a boy about the same age as us, holding a small bag with several frogs in his hand. He immediately walked over and asked the child to release the frogs. At this time, I remembered what the teacher once told me in the nature class. We: "Frogs are natural enemies of pests, guardians of crops, and were once good friends of mankind. It is the obligation of each of us to protect frogs." But the little boy in front of us is both catching and playing with frogs. Very cruel thing. Zhu Linjie told him a lot of truths, but the boy there said: "Do you need to tell me big truths? If you want to play, let's play together. If you don't want to play, pull him down. Go away. Don't meddle in your own business here." He thought for a moment. , so I added the 1 yuan in my pocket to my one yuan and bought two. We held the little frogs carefully and sadly left there and went to the edge of the pool. We put the two frogs into the pool and they disappeared into the water.

I will always remember this in my heart. You should also do your part to protect nature and make the world a more lovely place! More beautiful! My deskmate's composition in the second grade of junior high school Part 3

My deskmate's name is Ju Han. He is a very special person. He is always carefree, as if he comes from an alien planet.

The life of your deskmates these days is dull yet exciting——

Whenever you are criticized by the teacher tirelessly, whenever you face assignments full of mistakes, Whenever you face those quizzes, you can always stand there calmly and calmly. There is no sadness, loss or shame on your face. You can still joke and laugh from time to time, and the classmates around you also I can make you laugh.

I remember you once said to me: "How could there be someone as handsome as you in the world?" The classmates around me laughed when they heard this, and you innocently pursed your lips and raised your eyes. When you squint, you reveal that very classic, very childish smile. Coupled with your perfect figure that is almost skinny, it really "complements each other."

Your grades are always at the bottom of the class, but what puzzles me is that you can sometimes get some difficult questions right. I'm speechless about this. This may be because you think differently than ordinary people.

Although your grades are not very good, your IQ is not low. Every day you always throw strange questions to me. When I answer them, you make judgments like a wise man and nod in the affirmative. But sometimes, some of your questions make me laugh or cry. At that time, I have to suspect that you have an unusual brain structure under your ordinary appearance.

Whenever you encounter a problem, you always rush to me for help. I was disturbed by you several times and my thoughts were disturbed. When I was about to yell at you and drink you up, you always acted like you were being bullied by me, but you said righteously: " The head can be broken, the blood can be shed, but my handsome face cannot be beaten." This made me so embarrassed that I had to give up and teach you the questions.

This is my honest, cute, humorous deskmate. Classmate Ju Han, you are a smart classmate. I hope you can work hard and fight for your future. As my deskmate, I can supervise you and don't be lazy! Essay on my deskmate in the second grade of junior high school Part 4

I couldn’t help but get a little excited at the thought of being my deskmate with a top student, but the result was so unsatisfactory.

My name was finally reported, and I sat gloriously next to the top student, without feeling shameless at all. But...but...well...when I sat in this position, there was this idiot next to me. (Name changed) just kept chattering and making noise like a monkey. For example: "What are you doing? Don't ask me to help you pick up your pen again. It's not over yet, huh!" After my big Yunzi snorted pretentiously, this weirdo (name changed again) weakly replied. : "Me hum too"! God replies!

For example: biting a pen, imagine that a brand new pen was bitten to pieces in less than a day, leaving no bones left, and it was completely impossible to tell that it was a pen.

I am one of the victims. His pen disappeared and I borrowed one from him. As a result, at the end of the second period, I found my pen being tortured in his mouth. I felt so distressed. Although it is not very expensive, it is still very expensive. A good pen was ruined by him like this, just like a young girl of mine who was not yet married was defiled by him. My heart was broken into pieces.

Another example: Heng Ji (this is definitely Heng Ji, because I can never understand the entire lyrics), this kind of alien creature that inexplicably broke into this planet without scientific verification, (again (Name changed) It’s really weird and scary. In class, I hummed for no reason. I couldn't say more than two sentences before I started singing, and the first song I sang was a divine song. It was the kind of super bass that sounded like it had gone through the vicissitudes of life. Please help me. For the sake of world peace, please shut up for one hour.

For example: I was thin-skinned, so I borrowed a ruler. After asking questions over and over again, I came back and asked: "Lend me a ruler." "Isn't it the first day we met? I borrow a ruler like this." "Shy, don't live anymore" "Okay, bring me the ruler"! Hey, I have a bad temper, just throw the ruler away and let him find it by himself.

Although he is an academic master, he is just an academic master, a brain-dead person, a monkey-like brain-dead person, a weirdo, a frightening weirdo, or someone who inexplicably breaks in without scientific verification. Alien creatures from this planet. Recalling the time I spent sitting at the same table with a top student makes me feel infinitely sad. My deskmate composition in the second grade of junior high school Part 5

When I reached the 8th grade, I said goodbye to the 7th grader. When I arrived in the 8th grade, I became my deskmate with my 7th grade classmates. There is no gorgeous writing, I just want to talk.

I was in the second grade of junior high school and became my deskmate with him after the monthly exam.

We didn’t feel anything at all at first and didn’t talk to each other. Within a week, we got to know each other well, and we often chatted and played during class.

By coincidence, I met his deskmate in elementary school. We often texted and chatted with her (his deskmate in elementary school) during class, and then showed him the content. Gradually, a tacit understanding developed. But up to this point, we are just good friends.

October 21st was our sports day. He was a good runner in elementary school, but he didn’t even make it to the finals at the sports day. I laughed at him on Q, and suddenly he said, "No matter what, I will try my best." I was shocked. He who I thought would only be playful turned out to have such a side. We talked a lot about what was in our hearts that night. Some are no longer the usual ones, but an inexplicable emotion.

The teacher noticed our closeness in class and told me to change seats. I was anxious and asked my mother to tell the teacher not to change on the grounds that he was helping me study (he was the representative of his math class). After calming down for two weeks, the teacher threatened to change again, and I went to beg my mother again. After this back and forth, the teacher became suspicious of me and him.

I began to realize that I liked him. His former deskmate told me that he often mentioned me and said some intimate words to me. I gradually believed that he also liked me.

But he is a nice person, and girls often hang out with him after class (he is not the handsome type), so I decided to confess to him.

I told him on Q, "Hey, I seem to like you a little bit." He was obviously frightened and didn't reply for a long time. I said if you want to reject me, just reject me, it doesn't matter. He replied, "I accept it." I asked him if you were comforting me, and he said no. I was filled with joy and turned off the computer to do my homework.

A few days later I looked for him on Q, and he ignored me. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore and said that if you don’t want to talk to me, you should never talk to me. He quickly apologized to me. I was already crying at home. I asked him, do you like me? After being vague for a while, he finally said firmly, "I like you." I felt so happy that I was about to cry.

A few weeks later, I found that he went home with a girl every day, and he was like a boyfriend and girlfriend. I asked him on QQ, but he was evasive and refused to answer me directly.

I asked his former deskmate again, and she said she didn’t want to lie to me anymore. In fact, he had never liked me. I asked her why he confessed to me and accepted me. He said it was because he made a bet with her. If he dared to confess to me, she would be his yellow diamond for a month.

I felt ridiculous and was being deceived by them like an idiot. I ran to Q and asked him why he lied to me. He replied that she asked him to deceive me and that he was just talking casually. , I was so angry. The next day I asked him to confess to me, but he refused. I said I would never pay attention to you again, and he said you should ignore me. After one class, the girl who was very close to him told me that he once said that it would be okay if he lied to me.

I cried when I got home. After crying, I decided to give up and match him with that girl. At this time, our class teacher seemed to notice something and told him to stay away from that girl. A few days later, the girl told me on Q that he suspected that I had informed the class teacher.

This time I was really desperate. The person I liked looked at me like this. I cried all night and my whole body was shaking.

Our head teacher came to see me today because I skipped a class on Wednesday. The head teacher talked to me for a long time and finally said to me, "I still decided to change my deskmate for you." It felt like a blow to the head, but it seemed that he had expected it. He desperately told himself in his heart, be happy, be happy, so that you can completely forget him, but the tears still wanted to fall.

I wrote this article after returning home

The second grade of junior high school: Lu Chen’s essay on my deskmate in the second grade of junior high school 6

Looking through the yellowed photo album, those The scattered memories began to be pieced together bit by bit, and gradually resurrected into vivid pictures. In the picture, there is a lively and cheerful young man, that is you, my classmate Zhang Guijie.

One day after school, it started pouring rain outside. I packed my schoolbag and prepared to run home in the rain. Looking out the window, the rain showed no sign of letting up, which made my heart beat. "Huang Yan, go to our house first, and I'll lend you an umbrella!" I turned my head dully, and it turned out to be Jie, my deskmate. "It turns out you don't have an umbrella either. No wonder you haven't left yet. No, I'd better wait here for my dad to pick me up." "Didn't you say that your dad is still busy at the construction site? I don't know when he will arrive." Seeing that I was still hesitating, you said, "Otherwise, I'll run home and get you an umbrella!" After that, you slipped through the rain curtain. I know that your home is not far from the school, but it will make you soaked in the rain and maybe you will catch a cold.

After a while, you ran back panting, holding an umbrella by yourself and an umbrella in your hand. You didn't even bother to change out of your soaked clothes and hurried back. I thanked you repeatedly, and you said "go home quickly" and ran into the heavy rain again with a gust of wind. I held an umbrella and walked hard on the way home. On the way, I met my father who came to pick me up. He held an umbrella and held my pink umbrella in his hand.

Later, I saw that you always had a lavender umbrella in your desk, even on sunny days. I asked you in confusion: "Whose umbrella does this belong to? It's so beautiful!" "It belongs to my mother!" "What are you doing with an umbrella on such a sunny day?" You touched my head and said, "You will know later." Because you are better than me. I'm a whole head taller. She probably thinks of me as a younger sister and likes to touch my head. I remember a few times when you would touch my head out of habit, and I would always squat down, making you miss.

In science class, the teacher asked us to go home and raise silkworms. As an inexperienced person, all the silkworms I raised died. I pitifully asked you for help: "Jie, can you give me two of the silkworms you raised? Otherwise, it will be troublesome for the teacher to check the results." "What did you do? Didn't you say that according to the book? Yes, you must be a master at raising silkworms, what about this time?" You rolled your eyes at me and finally agreed to give me two.

You are not only a talented person, but also a handsome boy in the class. It's a pity that a graduation exam finally separated the students, and also separated you and me at the same table. Later, I only heard that you went to the distant Zhejiang Province to study in junior high school. When I went to junior high school in my hometown, my deskmates changed one after another, but I can never forget you who was my deskmate and you who liked to touch my head. Listening to Lao Lang's "You at the Same Table", I still think of you in the distance. My deskmate in the second grade of junior high school, essay 7

With his plump little mouth and piercing big eyes, he is the most famous and best-achieving student in our class, and he is also the teacher’s “good friend” .

He is Wang Yuhao. He is very cute when he smiles, but you must not touch his face when reading or in class, otherwise, those big fat hands will fall on your face, and then you will It will be very painful, and I will cover the place where I was hit and scream! Ah! It hurts so much!

Wang Yuhao is very cute and loves to laugh. He looks very innocent, and when he smiles He is more innocent. Looking at him, I feel like I have returned to such a warm scene when I was just born. His smile is as crisp and cute as a child. Seeing his innocent smile, I want to say to everyone in the world: " I'm so happy, I'm so happy." Not only does he have a strong learning ability, but if someone in the group refuses to listen, he will immediately pat you on the shoulder and gently say: "Listen!" and show a bright smile. Once in a math class, I was distracted. Wang Yuhao patted me on the shoulder. I came back to my senses and listened attentively.

If you are at the same table with him, it will be your blessing! You must have saved the whole world two hundred years ago. This is your blessing after two hundred years of cultivation! Because he is easy to get along with, just now When I came here, he could talk to you in his spare time. Although we didn’t know his name, we still had a great time talking. When I knew his name, Wang Yuhao, we became a unique "literary combination" , he feels like a family member to me. With him, there will be no dark clouds in my mood. Recently, I danced with him in the same dance. During the leg dance, Gu Xingyu injured my chin. My relatives just blew on it and it was over, but what about him? He scratched it with wet paper and blew on it again. My injury healed a lot, and he showed an angelic smile. As for me, I touched his face and smiled.

Sometimes I am fascinated when I look at him. He smiles innocently. I never tire of his appearance. I always feel like he is like a newborn baby and I am like his father. I am very happy. He said to me seriously: "We are classmates in class, and we are brothers after class."

Wang Yuhao likes to fall on me and tear off my ears. If I were to rate it. I want to score 120 points, what about you? My deskmate's composition in the second grade of junior high school 8

My deskmate is a very delicate little girl, with a fair face that is always red, and a clear black and white face. Her eyes were sparkling, and her long eyelashes fluttered and closed. When she wasn't talking, she was as peaceful as a lake. It's a pity that such times are too rare. I don't know where she comes from so many words. Since I sat at the same table with her, I rarely saw her shut her mouth.

Every day I would be so annoyed by her that I would be distracted. Whenever I couldn’t bear it anymore, I would slap her hard, and then she would blink her beautiful eyes and stare at me intently, as if He looked very innocent, his eyes full of question marks. I walked away without saying a word, and then glanced at her. She didn't seem to realize that I patted her because I was annoying her. well!

The class bell rang. I immediately sat down in my seat, took out my math book and waited quietly for the teacher to arrive. My deskmate seemed to be afraid that I would pat her again, and moved slowly. I came over and I glanced at her. Her bunny-like eyes ran away in a hurry, and her moving speed seemed to be even slower. She didn't sit down until the teacher came!

However, her tendency to talk is sometimes a good thing for me. For example, in the last physical education class, the teacher asked us boys to play football. My deskmate told me a secret amidst her constant nagging: the content of the physical education exam is handstand! However, I still don't like her talking in my ear all the time. It's really annoying!

My deskmate, could you mind your mouth?

Comments from a famous teacher: A beautiful little girl, but she has a talkative mouth. There is nothing wrong with this book. It’s just that this deskmate loves to talk no matter what time. The author is a boy who doesn’t like to talk much and doesn’t like to listen to people talking endlessly, so there is some disharmony and some problems arise. contradiction. The young author writes more vividly, describing the girl's talkative but timid nature, as well as the author's helpless mood. My deskmate in the second grade of junior high school essay 9

The new semester has begun. I wore new clothes, carried a new schoolbag, and brought a lot of delicious food to a school I didn’t like. Today is the first day of school. Said: If there is no class in the first period, we will have to rearrange our seats. I stood in the queue anxiously. I wasn't worried about which row I would be assigned to, but I was worried about who I would be assigned to the same table with.

I am a relatively introverted girl and rarely interact with boys. In fact, what I fear most about re-ranking is sharing a table with boys, because boys have many habits that I don’t like, and there are I would blush when talking to boys and was thinking in my mind. At this time, the teacher called my name, but the last thing I wanted to happen happened. My name was followed by the name of a boy, who was the monitor of our class.

I had never taken a closer look at this boy before we were at the same table. His face was medium-colored, neither black nor white, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and double eyelids. He looked good. Handsome, at this moment, I looked at him like a nymphomaniac for a long time, and it was his words: "Hello, classmate, that woke me up." He said that from now on we will be at the same table, please give me some advice.

We have been at the same table for two years. He is a boy who loves to be clean, so we have gotten along very well over the past two years. It is a pleasure to study with him. He transferred to another school a month ago. , and I still think of him often. I wonder how he is doing in another school, and whether he will also think of me. I hope that my handsome deskmate will study hard and be in a happy mood every day. I miss you very much.