Jane was waiting in the corridor outside her class. She had two exams that day and physics was the first. She really hated physics. Her friend Terry looked at her from the front of the line, and then looked away quickly. Jane thought she looked guilty. She didn’t have a problem with physics. She didn’t have a problem with anything… Miss Perfect!
“Hi, Jane, it’s your favorite exam today,” said Maya, laughing as she joined the line. Terry was looking at Jane again. “So what’s wrong with her?” asked Maya. “I thought you were friends.” “Yes, so did I,” said Jane. “but she hasn’t spoken to me for two weeks now. She promised to help me review for the physics exam too, but then she ignored all my calls and texts. She seemed to have forgotten who her friends are!” said Jane angrily. “Are you listening to me?” Mr. Richard was talking to the class and the other students were going into the exam room. Jane gave Maya a worried look and followed them.
Jane couldn’t answer question number five. She looked up and saw Terry sitting two rows in front of her. Jane couldn’t believe it! Terry was holding her phone on her knee under the table and reading from it. Is that how Terry always got such good grades? She felt really angry at Terry, but she didn’t know what to do. She thought about telling the teacher, but what would everyone else think of her? “Stop writing and put your pens down,” said Mr. Richard as he started as he started to collect the exam papers.
Jane wanted to talk to Terry at lunch time, but she couldn’t find her anywhere. The next exam was history. That was Jane’s favorite subject but she wasn’t feeling good. She didn’t know what to do about Terry. “It wasn’t fair!” she thought. “Terry was getting good grades by cheating all the time.” thought Jane. Just then, Mr. Richard walked past her table. “Mr. Richard…”
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Jane was sitting behind Tom again in the history exam that afternoon.
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Jane was walking towards the school gate, when she heard footsteps behind her.
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Referred to as my hero, Jack, my brother, held significance in my life. Since he did everything before me, he always guided me and shared with his experiences I would have never had otherwise. As a master of learning and sports, he always accompanied me to study and take exercise. And he even got me through difficulties in life.
My first steps into high school were exciting but nervous, and I believed my extracurricular grades would be seen and valued by colleges. However, this sudden shift was difficult for me. Luckily, my brother noticed it all.
During that time, Jack was beginning his senior year and was finished with all the stressful subjects from junior year while I was studying for my very first math exam. Rather than just break into my room and sit down next to me, he let me decide by myself. He didn’t want to bother me because having someone sit next to me and micromanage my every move made me feel uncomfortable, leading to more stress and a feeling of distrust. Knowing this, he would leave me chips and snacks by my door, so I could pick them up whenever I felt like taking a break. He was there to help whenever I needed. With his encouragement and company, I became more confident while doing my homework.
The workload was just a major struggle for me during high school. Homework from advanced classes began piling up, and I was often stressed about different projects and deadlines. Moreover, there was also a math competition that my parents valued a lot, which needed plenty of practice every single day.
Even though I liked the time my brother gave me to figure out things on my own, it was reassuring to always have somebody who was willing to help me when I was stuck on an unsolvable problem. He would help me memorize formulas, explain different terms to me, and point out traps in different questions. And with his reputation as the best math student in our school, he could make those topics and questions simple to understand.
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I began to spend hours at my desk focusing on getting a good score in the math competition.
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Later Jack and I went to the same college and joined the same sports club.
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My dad got a new job. We had to pack up and move away from everything we were familiar with. There were so many changes. We came from the north, and now we were almost as far south as possible. We landed in South Florida, and we were total strangers. We moved over during the summer vacation, so I didn’t have to deal with school right away. Summer passed by while we unpacked, arranged furniture, found stores we liked, and adapted to the Sunshine State.
School was coming, and I was afraid of it. I was not an adventurous person. Being shy and quiet, I read a lot and did not make friends easily. My head was filled with fears and worries. Would I make friends? Would If it in? Would I survive in this strange new world? Anyway, there I was, attending a new school full of people I didn’t know.
I had a difficult time adapting to the new school. However, I still loved learning and reading. I even loved homework, and I was good at doing my homework. Loving books and reading helped me to get good grades. Teachers loved that about me. Other kids, though, did not. Although I always answered questions in class, I seldom talked with my classmates. I was unpopular. I felt like a total failure and nobody would like me.
The none day, at all boy walked over to me after an English class. He introduced himself and told me he was in the school basketball team. I knew him—he was the star player! “Hey,” he said. “You do really well in English class. And you know, my teammates and I spend much time competing and practicing. The subjects, especially English, really bother us. Do you think you could help us?” “Yes. Oh, definitely yes. I could, and I would,” I replied with surprise. We made the deal with an exchange of smiles.
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Something gradually changed after that.
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____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________What Makes an Ideal Friend?
To say what an ideal friend is is not the easiest thing to do. Each person has his or her own opinion of what one would be. However, speaking generally, there are certain features that most people consider characteristic of an ideal friend. Loyal, trustworthy, and open to show weakness are common qualities that the majority of people attach to ideal friends.
Loyalty is a usual quality given to ideal friends. According to Psychology Today, “Loyalty is valued early on in all of our relationships, from the time we make our first friendships. We need friends who won’t spill our secrets to others, gossip about us, or allow others to criticize us”. The worst action between friends is not keeping one’s word.
Ideal friends are also usually referred to as being trustworthy. In a statement by Psychology Today, they say that, “Trustworthiness is often the “make or break” element in any interpersonal relationship. Any unfaithful action, regardless of recognized degree, can destroy a relationship. Trustworthiness consists of several elements, including honesty, dependability, and loyalty, and while each is important to successful relationships, honesty and dependability have been identified as the most vital in the area of friendships”. In light of this, a universal complaint of friends is a lack of honesty, and this is at the heart of being trustworthy.
In line with being honest is also the ability to show one’s weaknesses. According to the Book of Life, “The ideal friend doesn’t try to prove how powerful and successful they are; on the contrary, quite often they let us know awkward and potentially embarrassing things about themselves. They show how much they trust us by confessing failings and sorrows which would open them up to possible disgrace from the world beyond. They offer us the gift of their defenselessness”. That openness is treasured, as to be close to an individual, one must be willing to share his or her true feelings and states.
Everything was perfect. I boarded my flight at 12: 35 a.m. at the Atlanta Airport as planned, and my dad was going to wait for me at the gate in Omaha at 3: 00 a.m. As I got to my seat in the back of the plane, I thought I would finally make it home that night. Just as I got comfortable, the flight attendant announced that this flight to Omaha, Nebraska, had been cancelled.
I had never had a flight cancelled before. I just had one delayed. At that time, I was with my father. Our flight was scheduled to leave at around 7: 30 p.m., but it was moved to 11: 20 p.m. My dad told me to sit on a chair while he figured it out. At the time I thought nothing was different because my dad had always taken the lead in these situations.
As I walked off the just cancelled flight, I took out my phone to call my dad. He was speechless and could do nothing because he was not with his 14-year-old daughter. He could only tell me to try my best to get on the first flight home.
I decided to walk to the desk to reschedule my flight, only to find that many other flights had also been cancelled that night. The line was so long. When I was settled in my place in line, I decided to check my phone: 1: 31 a.m. After around two hours of meeting new people and sharing our life stories, the line barely moved. We spent the night complaining. All of a sudden, it was 6: 15 in the morning and we had made it to the front of the line!
Right about now was when I wished I would have listened to what my dad had told me. I thought back hard and remembered him being very respectful to people and asking as many questions as he could. He finally got the tickets we needed.
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I decided that waiting wasn’t going to work for me.
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___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________My best memory of Christmas is the time when I was a little kid. Mom would teach us her favorite children’s song Twelve Days of Christmas: “On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me...”. We would usually add the gifts we received to the song, which we thought was a great way to appreciate the gifts and enjoy the holiday filled with love.
Now, it was again the holiday season but Mom could not sing the song together with us. It had become too difficult to take her from her Alzheimer’s(阿尔茨海默氏病)unit to Christmas dinner with us. Heart problems had set in, and she was growing weaker.
Whenever Christmas comes, my mind is filled with memories. Memories of faith, memories of family and, yes, memories of food. What happens, then, when a disease steals our memories?
During the course of my mother’s Alzheimer’s, I often asked myself what becomes of us when our memories are gone. It’s as if our memories are like a mirror that reflects who we are, and slowly our image fades in that mirror until we find no one there at all. Alzheimer’s is a disease that breaks hearts as well as minds. Whether or not I am likely to get the same disease that took my mother, I hope I will never forget all the love and care Mom has given us. I will spend Christmas with Mom each year anyway.
December 25 was very cold—the way it should be in Michigan. My brother Joe, my sister Mary, my sister-in-law Toni and I—along with my nieces Clare and Rachel, my cousin Carol, and my wife, Julee—piled into our cars and headed to Clausen Manor to see Mom. “Does she even know it’s Christmas?” I asked Julee on the way.
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On our arrival at Alzheimer’s unit, we showed Mom the gifts we brought to her and Carol put a Twelve Days of Christmas picture book on Mom’s lap.
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We stared in astonishment unable to believe our ears.
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I think about him every time I pass by a pink magnolia (木兰) tree in bloom (开花). My Irish Grandpa, tall and thin, bursting with energy and laughter, held a special place in my heart. He taught me that some challenges were worthwhile to take.
He lived across the street with Grandma, and their home was open to us whenever we ran over to visit. In their garden, flowers, vegetables—whatever he planted grew well. From early spring through late autumn, the backyard exploded with colors. On the side of the yard grew a high magnolia tree. Besides being beautiful, it was perfect for climbing, but I didn’t dare to!
I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to get back down, or that I would get stuck high up in the tree. So I never tried. But I wanted to climb up the tree, especially when watching my friends climb it up and overlook the neighborhood. I wanted to conquer the tree and sit on top of the world too. And Grandpa knew it. He tried convincing me and even offered to climb up the tree with me—which always made me laugh! How could my Grandpa with gray hair know how to climb?
One early spring morning, Grandpa was standing in the doorway waiting for me when Grandma and Mom were busy in the kitchen. “Come over here”, he said excitedly, “The tree is blooming lollipops (棒棒糖) instead of flowers! ”
“What?” I exclaimed and ran across to the backyard to see the amazing sight. “No pink magnolia flowers this year,” he said sadly as he shook his head. “But this is the first year ever for our tree to bloom lollipops!” He glanced at me. “Do you think you could climb up the tree—just to the lowest branch—and gather one or two? Then throw them down to me. I would love a lollipop!”
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I was staring in amazement.
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I climbed down and burst into the kitchen, hands tightly holding my treasures.
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