The corner meets my other side

The classmates who have been with me know that my academic performance is the first one or two in the class. The students are envious of me and feel that they are as good as me! But I never thought about it this way. Instead, I felt that I didn’t do it every time. Every time I should do better.

"Although the teacher often praises me, why can't I do it better? Mom is also, every time I say that I am not doing well enough, hey, when can I let me reach the level of satisfaction?" One night I muttered in bed like this. Suddenly, a magical force made my body move involuntarily and kept me coming to a corner I had never seen before. The wall at the corner is full of colorful pictures, which seems to be the things that happened to me. I walked past that corner, and a strange door appeared in front of my eyes. Curiosity drove me to find out, so I entered the door.

I entered the door and fell into the bottomless abyss. I stopped at a familiar place. "Hey! How come I came to the school teacher's office?" I saw our class teacher talking to other teachers. So I went to listen to it. "Do you know that the XX scores in our class are good, the class is actively speaking, the homework is well done, and the school activities are actively participated. The school's broadcasting room is also organized very well. It is so good to have such students. "I have this?" I couldn't help but interrupt the teacher, but they seemed to be inaudible and continued to talk about them. Although I feel that the teacher must have said this on purpose, my heart is still beautiful.

Suddenly the picture in front of my eyes changed. "Hey! How do I go home again?" At this time, I came to the living room at home. I heard what Mom and Dad were saying in the room, so I put my ear on the door and listened to them. Say something. "Our daughter is awesome! This speech has won the first prize. The teacher always praises her. We are really proud of having such a daughter!" This words got into my ears and was deeply engraved on my heart. . It turned out that I was not bad. It turned out that Mom and Dad always said that I am not good. It is not good to motivate me. I am the best in their hearts. At this time, I realized that I was more happy than ever and I am proud of myself.

"Hey, get up!" Mom cried anxiously. "Don't go to school!" "Hey? Am I just dreaming?" "What? I told you to hurry up, or will you be late?" I am slow I slowly got out of bed and thought about what it was all about. "I might be dreaming from the beginning!" I thought about it.

After that, I found that I no longer feel that I am the worst. Although I still work as hard as before, I can make a big difference with the previous one who feels that I am not good. I will make another progress for myself. happy.

I really appreciate that dream, especially at the corner, it made me see the other side, I was very good, and I was full of pride in myself!