How time flies. I am no longer a crying child, but a junior student,
Stepping into the long awaited school gate, everything seemed to make me feel fresh. The campus is located in the bosom of purple mountain, appears so beautiful. The statue of the great man, the window, is full of the breath of humanity; The red runway, the green football stadium, is very kind. With a happy heart, I went into class 8. Looking at a familiar face, I am full of confidence!
The first day of school is the hardest thing I can forget. The first class of the day was a biology class, and the monitor told us to be quiet and wait for the teacher to come, and then one question came to my mind: is the teacher a man or a woman? The teacher is fierce, not strict? In doubt, our biology teacher came in, she was wearing a pair of red rimmed glasses, not very fierce. I felt that biology class was so funny that it seemed to bring me into a strange biological world. In the following lectures, it is also funny, the teacher lectured on the stage, and the students listened carefully. This first day, let me feel the first two very different life interesting.
Gradually, I felt the difference in junior middle school: the teacher was fast, and the homework was much more arranged. It makes me feel a little bit of pressure, but there is no pressure, how can learning improve?
In junior high school, I must study harder and get better grades!