The feeling of transferring school: 500-word composition

So I chose to study hard. After making this decision, I feel like waking up from a dream. Now I think it's a good thing to transfer. I can't see my friends and family every day, and I'm afraid I'll be scolded if I ask the teacher in the remedial class. So it took me a long time to finish it, or I had to be separated from my classmates because I had to transfer. At that time, I felt that transferring schools was really like the end of the world. A week before the transfer, the teacher announced that I wanted to. As soon as everyone heard the news, they all left me their home phone numbers. I wanted to stay in Sanya by cheating at that time, so we reluctantly moved here.

But after I transferred here, I thought it was a chance to start again, but I gave up this idea because it was my parents' financial problem, and I felt very reluctant. Because my classmate quarreled and asked him not to be with me, I couldn't find anyone to be with me. On the one hand, I can start over.

I want to write about my transfer experience. Because my mother can't raise four children by herself, I was forced to send them to my aunt's house for foster care. I said that I must always contact people after transferring, and there will always be some difficulties in my life. The difficulty I met was that I couldn't do math class.

Composition: She turned 200 words.

She transferred to another school on an ordinary day. On an ordinary morning, I came to school and class with anxiety.

When I first stepped into the classroom door and turned my eyes to her seat, I focused my attention and energy on her seat again and again. Sure enough, I can no longer see her familiar figure and happy reading smile, and everything is empty.

She really transferred to another school.

She told me the news hesitantly after school last night.

I always thought she was joking with me, just like we usually joke with each other.

But now the situation seems to show that what she said is really true.

I came to my seat without thinking, regardless of other people's strange eyes, and began to recall the happy time we spent together.

Let's play together and help each other in our studies ... Many wonderful memories suddenly come to my mind, and I have the urge to cry out loud. However, she has transferred to another school. What can crying change? Maybe life is like this. There are always some good friends who will leave us. All we have to do is cherish that memory and don't forget it.

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Unforgettable grade one turn composition 600 words fifth grade.

Speaking of the first day of transfer, it must be novel and interesting. Everyone changes schools for different reasons. Some people want to transfer because of their parents' work, while others want to move. What about me? It is because my sister is going to high school, and the shuttle to and from school will cause too much burden to my parents, so I will follow my sister to the new school.

New school, new semester, new classmates, new teachers ... there are many new things to adapt to. When I first arrive in a new environment, I always want to hurry back to that familiar home from time to time.

Unexpectedly, everything here is so different from my old school. I won't finish school until six o'clock. I thought I could go to the warm embrace of my family when I arrived at six o'clock. I didn't expect my sister who went to high school to finish school at seven o'clock. I had to wait for him to go home together until seven o'clock. Although I am very tired when I get home, such a day is really fulfilling.

There are many courses in the new school that I have never been exposed to before, such as martial arts and English club. Not only that, English classes every day are almost much more like Chinese classes. No wonder I have ten classes a day. I made many new friends while I was at school. In life, we always help and encourage each other together.

In the coming year, I still need their help in many things.

I hope our friendship can last forever, and I believe it will be more and more enjoyable to study here.

I just turned to my 300-word composition.

This year, my father told me that he would transfer me to another school. I asked him why, and he said to me, "Son, I will listen to your uncle and send you to other schools to study, so that you can get in touch with more things and teachers' teaching methods.

"I really don't want to transfer! Because my old school had my good friends and teachers, and they were very kind to me. I don't want to leave them! Dad, why do you listen to your uncle so much? Is it because he is a teacher? I don't understand.

It was not until I came to the new school that I realized that my uncle was right to do so, because the teachers in the new school were also very kind to me and I liked them very much.

My head teacher is a female teacher. She is 46 years old.

I clearly remember that time, there were some red beans on my face, and I didn't feel them myself, but the teacher found this and asked me if I felt headache or dizziness.

From then on, I have no opinion of the new teacher, because this teacher will care about me, protect me and let me grow up under her love.

In fact, every teacher is like this, but some teachers don't show it. As long as every teacher cares about his students, he is a good teacher! Our teachers are all very good. How is your teacher? Needless to say, it must be good, as good as our teacher, isn't it?

I transferred to another school and missed the composition outline of my former classmates.

Who wants to help you in life? Your good friend, of course. Who will help you if you are in trouble? And of course, your good friend.

Next, let me introduce my good friend to you. My good friend's name is Ke Qian Wei. She has a pair of red phoenix eyes and two curved willow leaves hanging on her eyebrows. Her figure is slim, but her face once had chicken pox, which made her look dazzling. Her appearance is very attractive, her grades in the class are not bad, and she is helpful. I remember once, she had to take a pencil for the art final exam, oh! No, I left my pencil at home. What should I do? There's no hurry to run back now, alas! I thought of a clever way to borrow one from others, that's all. The bad student only brought one. Oh, my God! My heart breaks when I'm scared. If I don't bring a pencil in the exam, I will be scolded by the art teacher because the teacher is as fierce as a leopard. At this time, my good friend saw that I had something on my mind and gently asked me why I was in a hurry. I told her about it, and she took the initiative to put a pencil into my palm. I was so excited that I didn't even bother to thank her.

Another time, after school, my classmates left the classroom happily. I was the only one in the classroom who became speechless because I left my keys at home and couldn't go home. I'm sweating with anxiety. Just then, a hand patted me gently, and I was startled and fell down. I thought it was a ghost. That's my good friend Ke Qian Wei. She asked me what I was in a daze, and I said I was.

She whispered that she could come to my house.

Yes, I'm so happy. I jumped three feet for joy.

This is my good friend Ke Qian Wei. Everyone must remember her. Oh, let me tell you a secret. She is very helpful.

If you change schools and write 400 words, which teacher will you miss?

If I were a teacher, I would take every class seriously with a rigorous academic attitude, follow good advice, stimulate students' thinking and pass on what I have learned to them without reservation.

If I were a teacher, I would give all my enthusiasm and face my students with a smile every day.

After class, I will be their friend.

Playing ball and chatting is a very happy thing.

I don't want to wear the solemn veil of "teacher" and stand on a high place looking down at my students. I am equal to them.

I hope I am transparent to them; They are very clear to me.

Maybe someone will ask: won't this affect their study? I firmly believe: no! Looking at my heart, I believe that my sincerity can be exchanged for their love for me and the active atmosphere in class.

If you study with enthusiasm, are you afraid that you won't learn well? If I were a teacher, I wouldn't be partial to my students.

Even the worst student has his shining side.

I will give every class I teach a chance to show, and I don't want them to feel inferior to other classes.

We should have enough confidence in them and ourselves. With the concerted efforts of Qi Xin, everything will be solved.

Don't worry about failure. How do you know if you haven't tried? Even if we really fail, we have a clear conscience, because we all tried our best.

If I were a teacher, I would be such a teacher.

Maybe this is too idealistic, but I will try to get close to this standard.

If I were a teacher-a hypothesis.

Can't the hypothesis be realized? Yes, I will rely on my confidence and perseverance to get rid of the word "if" and become a veritable teacher.

Suppose you want to transfer to another school and write a farewell composition.

When I was in primary school, I dreamed of being admitted to a boarding middle school, because it was the best middle school in the town and the middle school that all primary school graduates in Zhenning wanted to enter.

Including me.

Later, I was admitted through my own efforts.

With such happiness, I spent a year there and made many good friends.

These friends encouraged me, accompanied me and helped me when I was in trouble. I really can't live without them.

Alas! ! ! ! But it didn't last long.

After graduating from college, my cousin became a teacher in a village in Anshun.

So I fanned the flames at home and asked my parents to let me transfer.

How annoying! ! I didn't want to go there at all, but my parents wanted me to go and I had to go.

After I went, my grades dropped. Later, my grades were not good, and I didn't listen so carefully in class. I think about my classmates at boarding school all day.

Alas, alas, alas! ! Just like going back to boarding, I really want to go back to my good partner.

My classmate? Where are you? I really want to go back to our happy days, study and play together. I really miss you, especially you, my best friend Ye Wenjun, and I really want to go back to my alma mater. I miss, miss, miss, miss, miss, …

My friend is waiting for me. I'll be right back. I want to ask if the boarding teacher sees this composition, do you think you can give me a chance to go back to boarding?

Please.

Kneel for happiness.

Beg, beg, beg, beg

Write a composition on the topic of "transfer students" according to the following three subheadings.

There is a transfer student in the class &; gt； As soon as this semester started, two students transferred to our class.

But I only say the second one here.

She looks ordinary, but she is very tall, so she looks beautiful.

She's special. She met several classmates just a few days after she came to our class.

I can't name her real name here, so let's call her D for the time being.

I heard that she is from Hainan, and many students in our class are envious of her.

I said I didn't envy, but I was a little unconvinced besides envy.

I think that if I go to school in America, my classmates there will envy me as much as we envy D. Here I will talk about her shortcomings.

She walks very slowly, as if she were taking a catwalk, but slower than the catwalk.

And her head is always tilted in one direction-she is intentional and many students can see it.

There is a good saying, "the eyes of the masses are sharp and bloody, which is completely applicable here."

And her schoolbag.

It's not a schoolbag at all. This is a fashion bag, but she regards it as a schoolbag.

I don't like people like her. I don't even know the purpose of a thing.

There is something wrong with the clothes she wore yesterday afternoon.

Because it is a new transfer school, there is no school uniform, so you can wear it casually.

But she is too casual.

The dress she is wearing has a low neckline.

Always reminds me of those girls who are not reserved.

There is a transfer student in the class.

I left my parents and lived in school when I was a child.

Whenever I hear my aunt talk about that slap on my brother's face, I especially want to laugh, and sometimes I laugh. The story goes like this: one day, I went to my aunt's house to be a guest and her aunt was cooking. I am sitting in a chair watching TV. Suddenly, I saw a rocking chair and fell asleep. I went in to have a look, ah! It turned out to be a sleeping doll.

So I didn't even think about it, so I took out my manly strength and gave him a big slap in the face. I thought he was a doll, but I didn't expect the doll to cry. My aunt immediately ran over and told me that he was a baby, that is, my brother.

I'm sorry, but I have the concept of a younger brother in my mind.

I am very happy to have a younger brother, because he can play with me, study problems with me, play games with me, and be with me when he grows up ... Every time I see my younger brother, I will think of it, and it also reminds me not to be too careless in the future, learn to observe things carefully, never joke, and be careful what I do! My parents are happy and I am happy to write 800 words "Oh!" I made it! I shouted happily.

Do you know why I'm yelling? If you want to say anything, you have to start from the next semester of grade three until I come to this school and write my first successful and good composition! In the previous school, the teacher always assigned a composition every Sunday and asked us to go home and write it.

However, I always can't write a word, so I ask my mother for advice. My mother always finds me some model essays and asks me to copy some good sentences to form a composition.

It's ok to give it to the teacher on Monday.

Although I copy like this every day, after a long time, the fox will always show its tail.

Soon, I got tired of this school. When my mother found out, she transferred me to another school. But this school wrote an independent composition and handed it in on the spot.

I work hard, but I can't write if it thunders every day.

Everyone else handed it in, and I didn't even write the topic because I couldn't write a word. After Mr. Liu found out, he used his rest time to teach me how to write a composition: how to start, how to write a good article, and how to stick to the theme in writing ... With the little help of the teacher, my thinking was opened, and my bold imagination broadened my thinking.

Finally, I wrote the first successful article: Blowing bubbles for the first time. After reading it, the teacher praised me as a good boy and made great progress in my composition. She also gave my composition to everyone as a model essay! I am so happy that my classmates give me approval. Now my composition is getting better and better. Therefore, Mr. Liu will put my article on the website so that everyone can see my composition! What a glorious thing it is. Can I be unhappy? Miss Liu is my good teacher. I will never forget her, and I will never forget this happy and unforgettable thing!

Write to a friend who transferred to another school and introduce the composition of school activities.

Time flies, years are about to leave my dear alma mater and my dear teacher, and I want to say "thank you" to a teacher most.

This is my first teacher, Mr. Zhu, who just entered this school and is also my favorite teacher.

At that time, Teacher Zhu Yixia's face rose as if the volcano was about to erupt, because the students in our class didn't do their homework. But in the end, the volcano finally erupted in the teacher's place, picked up the pointer next to it and "snapped" twice. We are all very scared. The students who were not beaten were already crying under the pressure of the teacher's momentum, but the teacher still said, "Men don't talk about tears."

I still can't bear to fight. Our hands are red. Back in my seat, I couldn't help crying.

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