做好一件事的英语作文初一【一】
后来，班长让我跟闫怡文换，从此我就开始擦起了图书角。
刚开始，我觉得很搞笑，老师放作业的地方怎么会很脏呢？可是当我触碰到落满灰尘的图书角时，这些想法马上就石沉大海了。平常看得极为顺眼的地方，如今却感觉是那么的零乱，那么的脏：粉笔的灰尘，正肆无忌惮地与各式的尘土跳起了交谊舞，而那些作业本呢？也好不到哪里去：有的酷似虎丘塔，有的`上面被灰覆盖住了厚厚的一层，仿佛盖上了一条灰色的厚棉被，还有的斜度甚至超过了比萨斜塔，摇摇欲坠。
望着眼前如此脏乱的图书角，想到家里干净而整洁的书架，我在心底暗下决心，一定要把图书角弄得跟家里的书架一样。
从此以后，我就真的跟图书角干上了。
望着眼前整齐的作业本，我嘴角漾起了甜甜的笑。可蓦然回首，却发现一些灰尘不知何时又占据了图书角，真是的，“老虎不发威，当我是病猫啊！”于是，我抄起了一块抹布，准备歼灭它们，可是事与愿违，越擦越多，仗着“灰多势众”，使我连打了数十个喷嚏，多亏张婉婷前来解围，于是，我又拿过一块湿抹布，双管齐下，嘻嘻嘻嘻……
渐渐地，我发现这个做法也可以用在学习上。每天坚持做好一件事，培养了自己的责任心，这样，每天进步一点点，一个学期下来，收获便异常可观了。倘若一直这样干，三个A+，难吗？
做好一件事的英语作文初一【二】
生活，就像一湾清澈的泉水，一个五彩缤纷的万花筒，一座绚丽多彩的小桥，让我们去品尝，去享受，去发现，去探索&&它是神秘而又奇妙的，正如调料中的：酸、甜、苦、辣，各有各的特点。我们的生活也是这样的，有令人：开心的，难忘的，后悔的，伤心的&&在我珍珠般的记忆中，我做过许多好事，但也干过不少错事，提起错事，我不由自主的又想起了那件蠢事&& 那件事发生在一年级语文的时候。 老师把卷子发下来之后，我很快就做好了一些简单的题。可是，当我做到阅读短文题时，有一道题却难住了我。我思来想去，怎么也不会做。心里不禁想：不如瞎写一个答案吧，管他是对还是错呢！可又一想：不行，要是乱做的话，扣上几十分，我的成绩还能名列前茅吗？于是，我便苦苦地思索着，正当我沉浸在思考中，坐在我前面的马翠玲正在检查着卷子，而我坐在这儿可以一字不落的看见。我心里像是受了什么鼓舞似的，开心极了！但我又在犹豫：我作为一个好学生应该要以身作则，怎么还能作弊呢？转念又一想：不管了，管他是好学生还是坏学生呢！先抄再说！就这样，我居然选择了作弊&& 考试卷发下来后，我考了九十多分的高分，但是，我的鼻子却觉得酸酸的！因为，在诚实与善良面前，我却没有选择他们，而选择了不诚实，不善良。 这就是我干的最蠢的一件事。直到现在，这件事还历历在目，他就像一个警钟一样，无时无刻地提醒着我要做一个诚实善良的好孩子！
做好一件事的英语作文初一【三】
Last week i played basketball with my classmate in my school playground. i remember it is very hot that day, but you know,i like play basketball very much ,so they do . it is about 3 oclock we all tired so we have a rest under a big tree. wow. it is very cool there.and then one of us said "how about to buy some drink ?"and the other one answered" it is no necessary,i have got one" oh,he has bring a bottle of water,and we share it. after that i learn that share something wiht others is helpful.
做好一件事的英语作文初一【四】
As a student ，I don’t have any great event to talk about ，but here I want to share my experience of preparing for the high school entrance examination.
During the first three years of junior school ，we were very happy and free .But we often heard that Grade 4 would be a hell. After the final exam of Grade 3 in June， everything blew onto our faces : teachers’ changing ， harder and harder texts ， terrible pressure and of course the graduate exam .Where your position was on the listboard became the most important thing in our life .We had to study hard day and night ，always from 6:00 a.m. to 1:00 or 2:00 a.m. the next day.
But I must say that it’s really an unforgettable memory in my life. Under the pressure we lived our life to the fullest， and enjoyed the true interesting things that we may have never cared before. Grade 4 in junior school was a turning point in my life. My attitude to learning， my world outlook and my philosophy of life all changed. I turned to be positive and strong. I also gained many people’s true & pure friendship， both teachers ’ and classmates’. In some way， I like that kind of life， as it taught me many things I’d never learned before.
Teachers also helped me a lot. I still can’t forget that my history teacher talked to me until 10:00 p.m. on April 30th， 2003， for my application. My head teacher also encouraged me， so did my Chinese teacher. I should say， all my teachers worked very hard and always neglected their sleep and meals. Even if some of them were about 50 and often fell ill， they never left us one day .
The last and greatest challenge was of course the final exam， also my high school entrance exam. I felt very well and comfortable except my chemistry physics exams. The result proved that I couldn’t have done worse in them. But in total， my mark is O.K. So then I became a student in the best high school of Hubei Province.
We， teachers and students， got together in East Lake Hotel on June 4th， 2003. At the moment of saying goodbye， I felt that my time of junior had gone ，and my senior time was coming .
Today， I looked at my graduate photos again ，and ，I smiled .
He once hesitated ，struggled， feared and doubted， like an ordinary man would do. But he just "stays at the door of fate"， as the name of his newly-written book says， and waits till the door opens instead of leaving during the half way. Then there comes a wholly new world where the beautiful dream lies .
