I was only in the fifth grade that year. At that time, there was a rule in my class: when I came to the classroom every morning, I put my exercise book on the desk of the first classmate in your group, but I didn't think it was troublesome to open my bag every morning.
So, I put the book to be handed in the next day in a folder, which makes it much more convenient to hand in my homework! But one day, I left my clip at home in a hurry, and I didn't know what to do until I had to hand in my homework. As a result, I naturally stood up in public and accepted the teacher's criticism. In fact, at that time, I really regretted it and kept complaining about why I forgot to bring it. However, the teacher suddenly said to me, "Did you not write it?"
This sentence is like a knife in my heart. I thought angrily, "How could I not do my homework? Every day, as long as it is the homework assigned by the teacher, I dare not forget to write a word. Please look in the register. What day has I not written my homework this year! " But as soon as I looked up, I met the teacher's stern and suspicious eyes. At that moment, I couldn't help it any longer, and tears burst into my eyes.
Later, I told my teacher that my home was close to the school, so I could go home and get it. With everyone's guarantee, I flew home and got the clip, and then I handed it to my teacher as if I were holding a "gold medal for impunity". From then on, I would rather have a little trouble than be careless again.
Now, whenever I see others being criticized, I can't help but think of it. Over time, I gradually realize an "eight-character mantra": I'm not afraid of 1 thousand, but I'm afraid of one thousand!