Looking back, the beauty is still in my heart| the day of the speech, sweet and heart like a knife cut (1)

Recently, the topic of "integrity" in the school has been in full swing, and it has also specially issued a "integrity" book. At the flag-raising ceremony on Monday, the teacher repeatedly stressed that integrity is the foundation of people, and as a middle school student, you should be proud of integrity.

Perhaps in order to enhance students' concept of integrity, or perhaps to give students a stage for exercise, the school will hold a speech contest next week, the theme of which is "integrity".

I've always been a strong girl, and I always like to get my hands on something good early, but I never thought about whether I could accept it and what the consequences would be after getting it.

In this speech contest, there is only one place in each class, and I naturally refuse to miss it. In order to get this rare opportunity, I carefully searched for information, wrote the manuscript over and over again, and finally used "Friends Forever" as the campaign draft.

On campaign day, I was confident and blurted out my speech in front of the whole class. My classmates gave me what I wanted most – applause.

I don't know exactly whether they applaud me for being kind and kind to me on a daily basis, but I really want to show myself. In fact, who doesn't want to get ahead and be looked up to?

I walked off the stage a little shyly and a little worriedly, but unexpectedly, the teacher then affirmed my performance, said that my speech was very emotional, and decided to let me represent the class.

I was particularly surprised by this easy opportunity, and I had an indescribable taste in my heart, but I was also a little happy that I finally ushered in my spring.

In the following days, I revised the manuscript once and asked the teacher for guidance once, and then I did not plan to polish the manuscript again, thinking that it was a particularly brilliant manuscript.

Speaking is not about looking at the manuscript, but about emotional commitment and skill. I knew in my heart that I was usually okay with my own reading level, but when I faced hundreds of teachers and students, I didn't know how I would behave, maybe it would be bad. I try not to think badly, but what should I do if it's really bad?

Teacher Tan asked me to come to her place many times to give a speech, but because I was timid and not very kind, I was afraid of seeing the teacher, and I kept dragging on, missing out on opportunities again and again.

Until the day before the speech,

To be continued...

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