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Do you have a memory from your school days that is very memorable and is deeply embedded in your memory? For me, that memorable memory was not a high achievement rewarded, but a time when I made a mistake. It was in a literature exam when I was in 7th grade. Because subjectively assumed that the test would not come back on the test taken last year, I skipped it and did not review it. Unfortunately, questions about this text continue to be in the exams of that year. Of course, due to not studying carefully, my test scores were extremely bad. When the teacher returned the test, I was extremely sad and disappointed with my grades. So just because of my laziness and subjectivity, this school year I lost the title of good student that I have been trying to maintain for many years. When I got home, I was depressed and sadly locked myself in my room and burst into tears. When I got tired, I fell asleep when I didn't feel good. When I woke up, I saw my mother sitting by the bed and caressing my hair lovingly. Mom did not blame me for that disappointing test score. On the contrary, my mother kindly told me: “In life, you will encounter countless difficulties and disappointments. This is what you must learn to accept and try to face, overcome it, not be depressed and surrendered. Failure is the mother of success. Consider this a lesson to do better in the future! " The words of my mother helped me to understand many things and became a life lesson that I remember forever.

The story is like this, guys. I remember the time I gave back that day, which was probably the most painful, humiliating moment for me ever. A big 3 in my essay. I will tell you about my saddest but most memorable memory.

Today, Ms. Huong returned her test to the class. She comes over to where I put the card on the table, her face unhappy. I look down at the test. Oh my God! Big 3 point, I was dizzy, my heart stopped beating, I couldn't believe it. I stammered, no, no! I tried to calmly look back, number 3 in the red dot was very clear, clear as if tantalizing, as if mocking me. I hurriedly rushed my post, I turned to look around at my friends as if to find someone in the same scene with me. It seems that everyone is happy with their results, no one notices my sadness. You might think that I usually get 8 9 as usual because I'm Literature of the class! The more I thought, the more embarrassed I felt, lowering my head to the table to review my cards once more. Huong Coffee's words as clear in front of my eyes: Post off topic!