Today, the climate was chill, so am I now. so I named this post like this. But something did make me hot in the chilling afternoon. Read on to find what it is.
A chain of events happened in my school as usual. In my science class, today we had to take a seminar. That monstrous seminar which I mentioned a few posts ago. Three-fourth of the groups didn't prepare. I guess you might now know the situation. So, we just jumped to non-contact forces and pressure without even knowing what force is. My friend tried her best to tell shortly what force is before beginning her topic. I had my topic after her's. The most frustrating part is, during my part, my teacher was interrupting a lot. I had gradually drawn the attention of the students before going deep into the topic. And my teacher was like, "why are you not reading the book?" What I feel is if you care about marks, cramming up the book is not going to fetch them. Only when you understand the topic, you know which is which. 3 of my 5 minutes went on explaining my plan to the teacher, and that's done! the bell rang. And the monster announced that e would be writing our classwork tomorrow. As readers, can you imagine how I'd have felt? I was angry, stressed and laughing at the same time. I couldn't still find out why I laughed. But my result is, up to what I tried, everyone understood.
A chain of events happened in my school as usual. In my science class, today we had to take a seminar. That monstrous seminar which I mentioned a few posts ago. Three-fourth of the groups didn't prepare. I guess you might now know the situation. So, we just jumped to non-contact forces and pressure without even knowing what force is. My friend tried her best to tell shortly what force is before beginning her topic. I had my topic after her's. The most frustrating part is, during my part, my teacher was interrupting a lot. I had gradually drawn the attention of the students before going deep into the topic. And my teacher was like, "why are you not reading the book?" What I feel is if you care about marks, cramming up the book is not going to fetch them. Only when you understand the topic, you know which is which. 3 of my 5 minutes went on explaining my plan to the teacher, and that's done! the bell rang. And the monster announced that e would be writing our classwork tomorrow. As readers, can you imagine how I'd have felt? I was angry, stressed and laughing at the same time. I couldn't still find out why I laughed. But my result is, up to what I tried, everyone understood.
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