The bell rang, announcing the end of the vivid art class Karson loved most. He was delighted that he had created a very satisfying work. So he walked to the back of the classroom to put his work away carefully. There, lying on the carpet in front of the classroom bookcase, was a golden ticket! Karson picked it up. His heat beat faster when he saw that the name line was blank. He couldn’t believe his luck!
The boys and girls in Karson’s class could earn golden tickets by doing well in their study or by being extra helpful or kind. Once a week their teacher drew a ticket out of a box on her desk and let the winner choose a prize.
Today was the golden ticket drawing, and here was another ticket, just for him! Karson looked around. No one else was near the ticket. All his classmates were at their desks, laughing and talking with each other. Miss Evans was engaged in grading the papers collected early in the morning.
Karson decided to write his name on the blank line. Then he could put it into the prize box with the six tickets he’d already earned. With so many chances, one of his tickets would most probably be picked! Then he could choose the pink toy pig for his sister’s birthday, just like he had been hoping.
He smiled and reached for the pencil in his pocket. Suddenly his fingers stopped. There was a strange feeling in his chest, and it wasn’t his heartbeat. “It’s ‘finders keepers’, right?” he wondered. He looked out of the window and tried to figure it out. On the one hand, he did find the ticket, but he hadn’t earned it. Somebody must have lost it. But on the other hand, he did need tis extra ticket for his great plan!
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Karson stared at the blank name line for a moment.
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“Karson, I’d like you to have another ticket!” said Miss Evans.
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It was February 21, the International Mother Language Day, a day to celebrate language and cultural diversity. At the end of the day, Mr. Brown gave us an assignment: “All of you are to make a presentation about your native language.” Max, whose family came from France and I, who was born in China, were chosen to be the first two presenters. However, both of us were at a loss, wondering what should be talked about. Needless to say, there were many questions about what he meant. What should be talked about? How many sentences are needed? What format? Do we need to write down everything?
On the way home from school. Max and I scratched (抓) our heads, trying to figure out the meaning of Mr. Brown’s assignment. At first, we thought he was just giving an assignment to get us back into the habit of homework. We also wondered if it had more to do with how we presented to our classmates. Eventually, we both decided we would impress Mr. Brown and the class with some unique answers.
The next day, Max started his presentation by asking the class a question: “Is café an English word?” Some of the students nodded while a few shook their heads. Max continued with a smile and told the class that “cafe” actually came from French. “As one of the most spoken languages in the whole world, French has a charm of its own!” Max said. He instructed the class as if he were a university professor: “It is said that about 45% of the modern English words came from French. ” After writing some common French words on the blackboard, he began to teach the class how to pronounce them. Everyone, including Mr. Brown, applauded when he was done, I clapped along, excited and nervous about my following presentation.
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I was ready to do some fun activities with the class.
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________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________At 63, Jerry Valencia was determined to get his college degree — and his master’s degree, too. The student arrived early, sat front and center, and stood out in my classroom in more ways than one. I’d say that he had about 40 years on his classmates in my undergraduate communications class at California State University, Los Angeles. He eagerly jumped into class discussions, with his modest humor and wisdom of experience. And he was always respectful of the other students’ views, as if each of them were a teacher. Jerry Valencia walked in with a smile — and he left with one, too.
Valencia always said that these students gave him the confidence and joy that he didn’t need to feel bad about his age.
One day, I found Valencia sitting on campus. He said he would have to stop taking classes that semester and reapply for next year. By then, he hoped to have earned enough money from construction jobs he used to take to pay for his tuition. But he said he would still come to campus to attend events, see his friends and take the final exams. He asked seriously whether he could still sit in my communications class.
“Sure,” I said.
Soon there he was again, back at his old desk, front and center, jumping into our discussions on how to find and tell stories in Los Angeles-a 63-year-old junior with as much energy and curiosity as any of the youngsters in my class.
For an assignment on changing neighborhoods, Valencia wrote about a favorite local chain restaurant that was “unceremoniously (随便地) closed”. He called it as a theft of childhood. “It is almost as if someone has stolen that childhood and replaced it with a slippery hill where everything they cherish will slide away,” he wrote. A lot of Valencia’s classmates apparently knew he couldn’t pay that semester’s tuition. However, he was still making his efforts to do the homework well.
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In my eyes, Valencia is an old man with strong will.
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I was pretty astonished when hearing what he had said.
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Mr. White was in the teachers’ office during the break time. He was correcting homework of his class when he heard someone calling him. It was Roy, a naughty boy in his class.
Roy seemed worried and upset. “Mr. White, I have lost 50 dollars! But I don’t know where I lost them,” Roy told Mr. White. Mr. White stopped what he was doing and asked for the whole thing. Roy had begged for 50 dollars from her mother to buy a new pair of basketball shoes. But he lost them and was afraid to tell his mother.
“Could you please tell my mum that my money was lost?” Roy asked Mr. White. Mr. White felt a little strange, so he asked, “Why don’t you tell your mother yourself?” Roy answered that his mother would not believe him. And then Roy asked Mr. White again to phone his mother.
“Don’t you want to find the money back?” Mr. White was curious. “But I don’t know where to find them. I think I have searched everywhere in our school. Forget it, and there is no chance to find them back.” Roy was nervous.
Mr. White looked at Roy carefully, but Roy just kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with Mr. White. Mr. White sensed something. He noticed that today Roy seemed different from before. Loss of money wouldn’t make so big a difference to him. “No, I will surely help you find them back.” Mr. White told Roy confirmedly.
In the afternoon, Mr. White said seriously in front of all his students, “Today Roy lost 50 dollars. The money was for his new shoes.” Hearing this, all students looked at Roy immediately. Roy’s face turned red and it seemed that he wanted to say something but he did not and just buried his head deep.
Observing all these, Mr. White continued to say, “Let’s help Roy find the money back, OK? I’m sure there is strength in numbers!” All students said yes with one voice. The search went on for an hour but there was no good news.
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While other students were still looking for the money, Roy came to Mr. White.
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To Rory’s surprise, Mr. White didn’t scold him.
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We’ve all had them: “It’s been one of those days” days. It starts out bad, moves to worse, and then gets horrible. Everything that can go wrong happens. The car breaks down, the toilet overflows, the kids fight, the freezer starts making chunk-chunk-chunk noises, and the cat tangles with a dog of a neighbor.
That’s what I was having. Everything was in a mess. It seemed that all the unlucky fell on me. As the day wore on, I started preparing dinner. Halfway through the cooking, I realized I was out of salt. I grabbed my driver’s license and a single cheque (支票), jumped into my car, and drove to a neighborhood grocery store, wishing I could serve all the dishes before kids came back home. Along with the salt, I picked up a few extra things and headed for the checkout stand. At the register, I wrote the cheque for the required $12.51, which couldn’t be rewritten according to the rules. Then the cashier bagged my items.
At that moment I noticed the salt—the one thing I’d come for—still in the shopping cart. I handed it to the cashier. “I forgot to take it out of the cart. Don’t put this back on the shelf. I’ll come back for this in a while.”
She picked it up and said, “It’s only 35 cents. Why not just pay for it in cash?”
I explained I’d rushed out of the house with only a single cheque and my driver’s license. “I don’t have cash to make a phone call if my car dies on the way home—and believe me, it’s been one of those days.”
Then the cashier, whom I’d never seen before, said in a comforting voice, “Oh, one of those days? It doesn’t have to be like this.”
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Then she pulled a dollar bill from her pocket and paid for the salt for me.
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A week later, I returned to the store and handed the same cashier 20 single dollar bills.
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I grew up in a small village called Kampong Baru. My cousin, Loke, was near in age to me and he was my best friend. Loke and I changed the large place in front of our house into bicycle tracks or badminton court(球场).
At a later stage, Loke and I had a few badminton racquets(and badminton became one of our favourite sports. It did not matter that we did not know the rules-how to count the score and when to serve(发球). All we had to do was hit the shuttlecock(羽毛球)hard enough, so that it crossed over to the side of the opponent. As long as the shuttlecock was flying back and forth, we were happy.
With so much practice in badminton, I believed that I was good at the game. After all, I did win many of the matches against the neighbourhood children.
When I was in Secondary Two, our school held a badminton match. Our teacher asked for volunteers to sign up for it. Nobody responded. “Alright, looks like nobody wants to. Is there anyone who knows how to play the game? “Immediately, I raised my hand. ”Good, looks like we’ve a volunteer here, the teacher smiled. Forty pairs of eyes turned to look at me. Some were glad and some were confused but everyone cheered for sure. I had no idea then that that match would be one of the most awkward experiences of my life.
The day came and I found myself face to face with my opponent. “That’s the school champion,” one classmate said in a low voice. My heart became a little heavy but still, I knew the game. I did not know what I was doing, obviously.
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The whistle(口哨)blew and the game began.
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I did not know where to put my face, now burning red with shame.
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I sit on the edge of my bed, faint smiles sliding across my face, as I sort through old photographs. I hold each memory briefly in my hands before dropping them onto the pile in my lap and searching for the next happy moment to remember. Each picture brings up feelings deep within me.
As I relive the memories, I can't help but notice one photo in particular buried deep in the box. The picture at first glance is lovely. The sun was shining with not a cloud to be seen. I was sting with my arm around a happy-looking girl, her arm rested casually on my shoulders. As I focus on the happy girl, the smile that covers my face becomes a frown. It is Amy Soule, my now ex-best friend. A terrible pang (一阵剧痛) of regret flashes through me, and I feel tightness in my throat.
Our decline in friendship began with different interests. She wanted to go to the mall and shop, while I preferred to watch old movies in my spare time. Soon the only time I saw her was when we exchanged a hurried hello in the busy school halls between classes. No more notes were passed behind the teacher's back, and my parent's phone bill became much cheaper. She found a new group of friends, and so did I. Before I had a chance to repair the friendship, she moved away, causing the crack to become an uncrossable rift.
I made excuses for not keeping in touch. It was too far to visit, too long of a drive. I knew that was not the truth, but I was too nervous to pick up the phone and call. Eventually, the rift grew too large to bridge. Amy had left and she had taken a huge chunk of my heart with her.
I stand up and pull myself back into the now. Glancing up at my calendar, I remember that Amy's birthday is around the corner. In fact, we were born in the same room, two days apart. We started so close and ended up so far. This bittersweet memory causes me to smile despite my feelings of regret.
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Suddenly I have an idea.
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I stick the note under the edge of the photo frame and search for Amy's address.
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