Die Nacktbar
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11.10.2019 03:42
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Speaking of responsibility, the memory in my mind leads me to a memory of elementary school. Whenever the last lesson of the last lesson rings, the campus life of one day is over. When others were frustrated and carrying a bag to leave, I was called by the teacher. I came to the teacher with a restless heart. The teacher patted my shoulder and let me relax a lot. He said: "The school wants Holding a blackboard newspaper competition, the work of our class will be handed over to you." This sentence sounds very ordinary, but it makes me delay to return to God, because I used to ask the art teacher for help. The teacher saw my surprise and said in a ridiculous tone: "Every time I bother the teacher, it is strange and embarrassing, and it is a third-grade student. This kind of thing is always done by myself. I am very upset because it is strange. Because I felt my responsibility. On the night, I spent most of my time at the computer desk, searching for pictures over and over again, and drafting papers over and over again, ignoring nine points. I was called to sleep. The next day was Saturday, but I came to the school again - in order to get out the blackboard. I said that the wind in the south is cold to the bones. I finally realized it. In the classroom, my hand has already Quickly frozen into purple, because there is a calligraphy class in the afternoon Cheap Cigarettes, I have to solve it in the morning. I picked up the chalk and learned to write on the blackboard as the teacher did in class. The frozen hand and the strangeness to the chalk, let The words I wrote are simply terrible Marlboro Gold, I can only write once and wipe them once. I have no confidence and spirit at first, but I can��t help but give up, a lot of negative emotions and language. I can think of the teacher's words again, full of expectations and trust for me, so that I can't easily say it. It is also in this psychological struggle that I understand that I can't give up. After a few exercises Wholesale Cigarettes, I gradually learned a lot of tips for writing, and I was confident that I would return to my heart. It was my responsibility to keep on encouraging me. After the morning's struggle and hard work, my first blackboard report came out, and our class got it. The second prize, I got the praise and encouragement of the teacher and classmates, but the best reward in my eyes is to let me understand what responsibility |
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