My desk

One semester has passed and another semester has come again. Going back to school and seeing me at the same table, I want to turn around and leave. He is a man who can't stand it.

I remember that it was in math class and the teacher gave us a question. When the teacher spoke of a certain question, suddenly my desk was like crazy. I closed the pencil case and smacked my head with my hand. Then I made a strange noise, and the classroom was not peaceful. The voice quickly spread to everyone in the classroom, and the people in the class immediately began to talk. People who didn't know thought that I bullied her, making me very embarrassed. The teacher came over and asked him what happened. He pouted and said: "The answer to my question is different from what you said. I don't understand why it is wrong."

"If you don't understand, ask, come to me after class." The teacher said.

"Hey, this little thing has to be made earth-shattering, my goodness, that would be a big deal," I said.

You said that this is not a problem, and there are more exciting ones.

My same table is at the school.

This happened when I was at school. On that day we had a full meal and went to the lunch room. When all of us were asleep, the same table made a crazy cry, and the people in the whole building were woken up. The lunch break teacher went over and asked: "What happened, is someone bullying you?"

He replied: "I don't have a quilt and a pillow."

"Pillows and quilts are there. If you don't go, you can get it, cry, cry, pillows and quilts will fly over."

"This same table does not give me a peaceful day every day."

The most profound thing I remember was that he left the eggs left over from breakfast at the desk. A week passed and the eggs began to smell. Slowly the smell began to spread, making me hold my nose in class. Another day later, the desk began to crawl out of the bugs and was discovered. Then we started to explore the place where the bugs climbed out to see what was crawling out of the bug.

As a result, it was difficult for me to accept. This was actually crawling out of my desk.

When others came, we told him to quickly clean up the desk. He opened the lunch box on the desk, and we found that his lunch box was not cleaned after eating oily things. The slowly stinky egg was found, and the egg actually rotted and only the eggshell remained.

"Oh, after this incident, I was even more speechless to him."

I can be at the same table with him. It must have been owed to him in my life.

First grade: Red Girl Princess