Question

[Lê Trần Bích Phương]

Viết 1 bài văn bằng TA nói về một lần mắc lỗi.

Answer 1

[I'm B A D B O Y]

Now, after many years have passed, I have the courage to remember Marie Curie school, to remember the peaceful years of my students' memories through the mistake of making a mistake - the first and only one. but it was enough to make me ashamed until now. That day, I was just a stupid and foolish 8th grade kid.Every day I cycle to school and receive from Uncle Thanh a guard a car ket. I am very afraid of losing kets because if I lose my ket, I will be registered in the "black book". Now that I think about it, I couldn't help but laugh because of my stupidity. That black leather notebook was nothing more than a security guard's note, but I thought it was a black student's name and if it was repeated many times it would be punished, even punished. out of school. One afternoon, after school, I rummaged through my shirt pocket and pants pocket, dumping everything in my bag but still could not find my ket for that day. I was really scared because this was the second time I lost my ket and it was the same week. I searched my bag again but instead of finding the ket that day, I found the ket I thought I had lost the day before. A thought flashed through my mind ... I could use this ket as a replacement for today's ket, I just need to correct the date.- This grandchild stopped - Uncle Thanh's voice startled me, the section had no blood.

- Take the car back there, talk later. Setting up the car in a corner of the shack, I saw every minute passed as long as centuries with many fears, regrets increasing. The last person to take out the car is me. I pulled the bicycle back to him, not daring to raise my head usual. Ms. Tho - Deputy Head of Student Management asked: - What is going on? - This student has a fake ket! Mr. Thành answered, his voice could not hide his annoyance and showed the ket to Ms. Po. I want to cry but not because of fear anymore but because of shame. She looked at me, I did not dare to look up at her but I knew it because I felt her eyes burning on hot flesh. - This is Phuong Thu, 8I of Ms. Lien. She told Uncle Thanh, his voice was sad and sad. - I sponsored her. Then she told me: - I made a report to my homeroom teacher and never do it again. Lies are ugly. She spoke softly, but every word and every word seemed to cut deep into my heart. I mumble: - Yes.

That afternoon, I didn't go out as usual, but I went into the room covered with blankets. I closed my eyes but couldn't sleep, fear overwhelmed my soul. Only tomorrow, this will be revealed to the whole school, everyone will know I'm a liar. What will my parents do when I know I have given birth to a deceitful child? And as for my class, did I make my homeroom teacher and my friends ashamed of "getting involved" with a spoiled kid me? “Must save what can be saved! I am the one who left but not allowed to affect anyone else! ”. I got up, began to write three reviews, one for Poetry, one for the homeroom teacher and one for Uncle Thanh, in which I reported the whole thing.

I apologize but don't forgive me because in my heart I understand my sins are very big ... I just please don't mention this in front of the whole school so my homeroom teacher and friends don't have to be ashamed of me for the honor of an episode. Block top layer is not smudged. As for me, I am ready to receive the highest disciplinary sentence: forcible withdrawal from school. In the following days, I lived in frustration waiting for a disciplinary sentence but never saw it. Everyone seems to have forgotten my mistake. One day at the end of the year, when she broke up with us, Ms. Tho said:

- The class class of the children, though very hyperactive and naughty, she noed the solidarity of love and devotion to the class of each individual. She stopped there and smiled at me. The discreet smile contains the message: the teachers and Mr. Thanh have forgiven me.Three years have passed, and when I think about it, I still wonder if I would not have the generosity and generosity of Miss Tho, the homeroom teacher and Uncle Thanh as well. Maybe I just had to face a light disciplinary sentence, maybe name in front of the whole school ... that alone was more than enough for an end to an obedient student. Someone said: "Suspension of school, forced to quit school ... severe disciplinary sentence varies but all make a student go downhill faster." The generosity of the aunts and uncles has prevented me from seeing myself as the one who left to go free, so now I always try to be an honest person and let this story be forever My first and only mistake.