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!
