I just finished struggling in the hard tug of war this afternoon. I have to concede that I have already been out of strength when typing all these hard words. Well, however, I feel happy and relieved because the 9 won, outplaying the opponent class 2, albeit after a torturing time eventually. Every one of the 9 is excited because we won all because of our unity working and cooperating together. The moment when the referee announced the winner was us was unforgettable. Everyone jumped up and couldn't help shouting out that 9 is the best ever. The scene was bery much etched into my mind because I was really moved by that scene being as one of the team members. I suddenly realized that I, in fact, have already spent a half year with all of them and this struck me as time going by so fast.
I was like out of strength already when I was in the first round struggling againt the 2. When I felt that I was no longer able to insist on working, I witnessed how hard all my teammates were all trying. They looked extremely exhausted but still kept on dragging their part over and over. I then realized that I had no choice. The only thing I could do was to work even harder because you never know how things would go lacking of your force, your passion and your effort.
I had not even the strength to crazily cheer up after becoming the winning class. I was so tired that I for the first time felt that I had done a wonderful job to my class. The winning may not be ascribed to me directly, but I felt that I tried my best, my all to make it possible.
I guess I have been assimilated and melt into this class, the 9. Or I have learnt to be in a collective, the whole.
Tomorrow is the day when we are going on a field trip. And wish it be fun.
Good job,9!
