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$\Longrightarrow$  Today, my class studied Mathematical Thinking. The teacher began to teach math problems related to addition and subtraction. Every math class is fun and exciting. Because teachers often organize games to help the whole class review knowledge. Difficult calculations have become easier to understand. That's why I love math.

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Literature has been my favorite subject since I was in elementary school. However, from then until I was in 8th grade I loved it just because I wrote better than many of my classmates. But in 9th grade, the literature teacher came into my life and completely changed my attitude towards literature. She gave all her enthusiasm and affection to make me love the subject with all her heart.

I love literature with all my heart

The first day as a 9th grader, I was both excited and scared. I am glad that the assistant principal teaches literature, afraid because I have heard that she teaches very harshly. The class started with her class. In my class, there are only a few people who prepare new articles, the rest are not. Witnessing her attitude at that time, I was really scared and thought that she was too important in composing. I thought to myself: "You are indeed difficult". Fortunately, I prepared the article or else I would be "sentenced" by the other kids. I breathed a sigh of relief, but a question popped up in my head that made me more afraid than before: "Can I do well in the future without being scolded by her?" Since then, I was afraid of her, so I always prepared my lessons before going to class, memorizing poems so as not to be punished by her.

When I was in 8th grade, I didn't study like I do now. At that time, I was still sketchy, absent-minded, some of my writings were still copied from you, and some poems I'm not sure I had memorized… But now it's because I'm afraid of her that my study style and many of my classmates are somewhat different. change. I try to memorize everything I need before going to class. During the lessons, I tried to listen and swallow her words in my head. Because of that, I've learned a lot better.


 
I studied very well in literature, sometimes I thought I was at the top of the class and thought that I was her "beloved" student. So in class I always acted arrogant to my friends. "At this rate, I will definitely enter the specialized class of Minh Khai High School" - I thought to myself.

But I was surprised with the results of my midterm KSCL exam. It baffled me: After taking the midterm survey, I heard a rumor that: I got 7.5 points in literature. Someone even said: “I've seen it with my own eyes, the highest in the class.” I have a more arrogant attitude than before. But when I saw the survey with my own eyes, it was only 6.5. I noticed that my original score was 7.5 points, but was corrected by another pen stroke to 6.5 points. I showed the card to my friend sitting next to me and my friend confirmed it too. It also added: "Perhaps the teacher in our class corrected it". I believe that statement without any evidence. I was angry and had prejudices against her.

A few days later, my mother went to a parent-teacher meeting about her annoyed face, her angry voice scolding me. Mom said she couldn't accept my score because I didn't get 5 points on average in each subject.. She was right to be upset because I wasn't that bad in literature before, but now I'm back at it. At that time, I began to argue with my mother, I used the excuse that she lowered my writing score, so I missed the mark. My mother scolded me for being old, so I was even more angry with her. It can be said that at that time I hated her so much because of her that I lacked points, because of her, I was scolded by my mother. I kept repeating the sentence "because she got low, so she lacked" to my mother so she wouldn't scold me, but no, I was wrong. Mother said louder, “Don't make any excuses, if you don't study well, just accept it, don't blame others. Even if she lowers the score, it is only because she wants to be good for her children. Give me such a score so I can strive to strive, let me make more efforts, overcome difficulties to find something called happiness. No teacher wants their students to miss points. Think on the positive side, not on the negative side. Although I lack points now, but only then will I find its true value. Look at yourself and try to correct your mistakes." That night I stayed up late. I lay and thought about what my mother said, thinking about myself and her too. I thought for a long time and learned a valuable lesson for myself through my mother's words. I realize that I still have many flaws, so I have to correct it every day, especially my arrogant habit. It was also thanks to those words that I realized how great her love for me was. It's so big that I can't see it with my eyes, but I have to feel it through her every word, every look, every handwriting, every day, every hour of her class.

Literature

I turned over and bumped my hand against the alarm clock, which I raised my hand to say “oh! Has it been 2 hours already?" The wind outside came through the crack of the door hissing in the cold, I pulled the thin blanket closer to my body and fell asleep without realizing it. I had a beautiful dream. In my dream, I see my aunt sowing seeds of knowledge in me every day. As the years go by, I inherit good things from that seed.

The sun was already high, I went to school with an indescribable mood. Entering the first class was also the same words, that face, that figure, but I felt embarrassed and sorry for her. Honestly at that time I didn't dare to look at her anymore. But with profound lectures, soft handwriting and warm affection soon dispel the obstacles

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