My name is Nguyen Quoc Trung, 14 years old, I am a student of grade 8A at Nguyen Thai Binh Secondary School, Ward 6, District 4, Ho Chi Minh City.
Recently, I broke up with a red scarf to receive the badge of Communist Youth Union. Then after being admitted to the Youth Union, I found myself becoming a different person. Every morning, my mother had to call me up to go to school as before. The alarm clock rang to the second ring and I got up, neatly arranged the blankets and curtains and went to the gym with my father. Finished exercise, father and son jogging along Nguyen Tat Thanh street to Nha Rong wharf, breathing the fresh and cool air. Looking at me striding for long strides, my dad laughed and said: "Lately I've been" pulling the rolls "." Indeed, I'm as tall as a pole. Already replaced limbs clumsy, awkward, broken somewhere. Sometimes I want to help my mother but I hesitate to bother. But the housework needs "men" such as repairing electricity, repairing water ... I am very proud of that
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Every night at the table, I not only voluntarily study and do homework but also replace three tutors for her. Mi is very flattering, sometimes complimenting Hai is good, making me blow my nose.
My best friends also respect me more after a few times when I refused to skip school to play video games. I have restrained myself before the formidable temptation of that game, determined not to let it adversely affect my academic results. I always remember the words of Ms. Hien, the class teacher of class 7A last year: "Winning yourself is more intense and glorious". Initially, I have fixed a number of bad habits such as greed, impulsiveness, selfishness ... In daily life, I have known to care, share happiness and sadness with relatives and become more attached to the home. family.
Lately, my father and mother no longer have to drive me to school. Every day, I go to school on a bicycle I bought for. Still a familiar path, but why things seem different. The sky was vast over the top. The wind blew. The train whistle resonates, prompting me to think of a vast ocean-going voyage, to unfamiliar shores. The flow of people and cars up and down no longer makes me afraid. Looking at everything I see beautiful, joyful, alive. My blood seems to be flowing harder in my veins. My heart wants to sing love life. In my heart, I know that I have grown.
