Lily loved school. However, there was one class Lily worried about more than any other — art. She didn’t know why she just wasn’t good at drawing or painting.
Ms. Clay, the art teacher, stood in the front of the room. “Boys and girls, an art competition will be held in our school,” she announced. Ms. Clay was a great teacher, and Lily liked her a lot. But this announcement made Lily nervous. “Every one of the 210 students in the school is required to create a piece of artwork. Any type of artwork is welcomed. Next Friday you will have to hand in your artworks.” Ms. Clay was quite excited when she spoke while Lily found herself sinking lower in her chair.
Lily had the whole weekend to work on her artwork, but she could not think of anything to do. On Monday, Lily felt discouraged, so after school Lily went to Ms. Clay and asked if there was any possibility that she wouldn’t enter the competition.
“I understand it may worry and upset you, Lily,” Ms. Clay said. “But just remember: art isn’t always painting or drawing. It can be something else. I am sure you can think of something very creative, and I can’t wait to see it.”
When Lily arrived home, she sat at the table and was lost in thought. She thought of Ms. Clay’s words. “Art isn’t always painting or drawing. It can be something else.” Staring at her table, suddenly she was attracted to a pair of scissors and some paper.
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At that moment, a good idea struck her.
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On Friday, Lily went to school early with her artwork.
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“What will we be singing for the contest this year?” a student from my high school choir asked eagerly.
I panicked this moment. “I was thinking,” I said, “maybe we’ ll skip the contest and just work hard on the concerts this year.”
“NO!” the kids protested.
“We’ve got to go to the contest!”
“"In Class A.”
“It’s a tradition!”
This was true. Medals lined the front wall of the music room from the past successes of large, talented classes. But my section leaders had graduated or been forced to drop music classes, leaving me with young, inexperienced kids who couldn’t read music, couldn’t hold their parts, and could sing only some simple songs.
“Maybe we could enter Class B this year,” I suggested, knowing even that would be a near-impossible mission. “No!” the kids screamed. “Class A!”
I shook my head. “Class A is extremely difficult.”
“We can do it!” they shouted, “We can do it!”
“I’ll have to think about it,” I said, hoping their enthusiasm would die off in a couple of weeks.
But that didn’t happen. Every day they begged, they pleaded, they insisted. Because I had to protect their self-esteem. I couldn’t tell them they weren’t good enough.
I struggled to make a decision. If I crushed their hope, would I crush their spirit? On the other hand, if we entered Class A, would they be hurt by the judges’ comments? Finally, one morning I stormed into class and declared we would sing for the contest and entered Class A.
Each morning they vocalized, learned musical terms, practiced signature changes, rehearsed concert music, and went over and over the songs. Their progress was so remarkable even I began believing in their dream.
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Seven months into the school year, when the contest day finally arrived, the kids felt ready to take on the world!
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After all the choirs had performed, we waited in our assigned room for the results.
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Brave Dog wasn’t always his name. In the beginning, he was just Stray Dog（流浪狗）.
I saw him for the first time one evening when Mattie and I went to milk the cows. He was all dusty coat and skinny-ribbed（皮包骨头的）, hardly worth a second glance. But Mattie made a beeline for him, reaching out to pet him, “What a pretty dog!” The dog looked unsure, as if he weren’t used to being spoken to kindly. I grabbed Mattie’s arm. “Keep away from that stray dog,” I told her, “You know how Dad feels about stray dogs.” “Don’t call him Stray Dog,” said Mattie. “He’s a pretty dog.” The dog licked her face and put a paw on her shoulder. Mattie threw her arms around his neck. “I’m keeping him.” She declared, “I’m calling him Pretty Dog.”
To Mattie, he was Pretty Dog. She talked to him, played with him and fed him secretly. He responded by following her like a shadow when no one else was around. To the rest of us, he was Stray dog. We did everything we could to chase him away, but he kept coming back. One day, Dad accidentally caught Mattie sneaking Stray Dog a piece of leftover roast meat. “Mattie! Get away from That Dog!” Dad shouted, “Where’s your common sense, girl? We don’t waste good food on stray animals. You see That Dog again, you send him away!” So, Stray Dog became That Dog. One cold winter day, Dad set off to go ice fishing. Matti e had begged to go, but Dad said no. “You’ll only fuss（对…大惊小怪 ）about cold,” he said, tweaking（捏, 扯）her pigtail（辫子）. “I want to do some serious fishing.”
Dad came home a few hours later. “Got some fine ones,” he shouted from the porch. “Come see!” Mom and I came out. “Where’s Mattie?” Dad asked. Mom and I looked at each other in confusion, both thinking Mattie was with the other. Then, Ma strode to the closet. “Her coat and boots are gone.” Mom turned to Dad with troubled eyes, “Maybe she went after you.” Worry lines creased（弄皱）Dad’s face. “She never came to the lake. Come on, we need to find her.”
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In the lane, we found Mattie’s boot prints following Dad’s big ones.
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Suddenly, some dog barks came from the distance.
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It was in the 1930s, and things were tough. Mum had a hard time raising us on her own in our small community of New Westminster, BC. My dad had drowned in Pitt Lake, five years ago.
Looking back, I realize what Mum went through sending us kids to school. Every morning she would put a new piece of cardboard in our shoes, because the bottom parts were worn out. When we got home, Mum would have “French toast” ready for us. Constant moving was typical for my family in those times. Rent was 25 dollars a month, but Mum couldn’t pay it, and we knew we would be evicted right after Christmas on the first of January.
Christmas was approaching, and we were entitled to a twenty-five-dollar Christmas fund from social services. The inspector came to our house, and searched it from top to bottom to be sure we didn’t have any food hidden away. When he didn’t find any, he issued the cheque to Mum.
Mum said that instead of buying food, she would use the 25 dollars to pay back rent, assuring all of us a roof over our heads for a little while longer. She told us then there would be nothing for Christmas.
Unknown to Mum, I had been selling Christmas tree, cleaning snow, and doing part-time jobs to earn enough money to buy a new pair of boots. Boots that weren’t patched, boots with no cardboard in the soles. I knew exactly which boots I wanted. They were ten-inch Top Genuine Pierre Paris and they had a price of 23 dollars.
Well, the big day came on the afternoon of Christmas Eve. I was excited, as I hurried up the road to the shoe store, but on the way I noticed a house with Christmas lights and decorations. It was then I realized at our house, we had no lights, no decorations, nor any money for Christmas meals. I knew that we would have no turkey or ham for Christmas, and I felt sad.
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As I continued walking, I began to reconsider my plan.
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With great excitement and tears, I knocked on the door of our house.
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