My teacher gave us an assignment that should have been easy. “Okay, class,” he said. “For the month of November, we will turn this wall into our Thanksgiving art gallery. For tonight’s homework, I want you to create a picture of one thing you are thankful for, and we will hang it here.”
We were supposed to spend the last part of class of figuring out an idea for our “thankful” picture. But the more I try to think of the one perfect thing, the more panicked and puzzled I became! Finally the school bell rang and it was time to pack up and go.
“I am going to make a picture about fishing with my grandpa,” my friend Amy said as we walked home. “What about you?”
“For some reason, this project is making me nervous,” I told her. “What if I choose one person and everyone else feels left out?”
“It’s just a homework assignment.” said Amy. “Do you really think people will be offended?
“I don’t know,” I said, walking through the fallen leaves.
“Then why not just pick a random awesome thing instead?” suggest Amy.
“But I’m thankful for a billion random things,” I frowned, “How am I supposed to just choose one?”
“Just close your eyes!” said Amy. “You don’t know the ‘just close your eyes’ trick? It’s the best. You write down a bunch of choices on separate pieces of paper. Spread them out. Close your eyes, and pick one.”
“But what if I pick the wrong one?” I asked.
“That’s the whole point,” said Amy. “There’s no wrong one here. I will show you.”
I followed Amy across the street to a giant tree with eye-catching fallen leaves. So many leaves had fallen onto the grass that it looked like a rainbow-colored carpet. “Now go ahead and pick the very best leaf.” she jokingly challenged me.
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I seemed to get her point.
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I took out separate pieces of paper, thinking about the people I was thankful for.
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Steve, a twelve-year-old boy with alcoholic (酒鬼) parents, was about to be lost forever by the education system. Obviously, he could read, yet, in spite of his reading skills, Steve was failing. He had been failing since first grade, as he was passed on from grade to grade. Steve was a big boy, looking more like a teenager than a twelve year old, yet, Steve went unnoticed... until Miss White appeared.
Miss White was a smiling, young, beautiful redhead. Steve admired her actually. Yet, he never did his homework, and he was always in trouble with Miss White. Oddly, Steve never missed a day of school.
One day, Miss White’s impatient voice broke into his daydreams. “Steve!!” Frightened, he turned to look at her. “Pay attention! You all did pretty well,” she told the class, “except for one boy, and it breaks my heart to tell you this… The smartest boy in the seventh grade is failing my class!”
After that, it was war! Steve still wouldn’t do his homework. Even as the punishments became more severe, he remained stubborn.
“Just try it! ONE WEEK!” He was unmoved.
“You’re smart enough! You’ll see a change!” Nothing happened.
“Give yourself a chance! Don’t give up on your life!” Nothing.
“Steve! Please! I really care about you!” Wow! Suddenly, Steve got it!! Someone cared about him? Someone, totally unreachable and perfect, CARED ABOUT HIM??!!
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Steve went home from school, thoughtful, that afternoon.
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Miss White, immediately, gave a quiz on the weekend homework.
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My first year of high school felt awkward. It felt strange starting over as a freshman. The school was twice as big as my old school, and to make matters worse, my closest friends were sent to a different high school. I felt very isolated.
I missed my old teachers so much that I went back and visit them. They encouraged me to get involved in school activities so that I could meet new people. I understood the psychology in what they were saying, but I took some comfort in it nevertheless.
One Sunday afternoon not long after I had started high school, I was sitting at home at our dining-room table doing homework. It was a cold and windy fall day, and we had a fire going in our fireplace. Suddenly, I smelled something strange, and then I noticed it: smoke pouring in through the seams of the ceiling. The smoke began to fill the room so quickly that we could barely see. Feeling our way to the front door, we all ran out into the front yard. By the time we made our way outside, the whole roof was swallowed up in flames and it was spreading quickly.
... Five hours later, the fire was finally put out by the firemen. Our house was almost completely burned down. Then all at once it hit me — the new school, the fire — I broke down in tears and cried and cried. I was suffering loss, big time.
The next day, Monday, I went to school. The clothes I was wearing looked weird, I had no books or homework, and my backpack was gone.
It always seems that bad news spreads quickly, and in my case, it was no different. Everyone in high school, including the teachers, was aware of my difficult situation. I was embarrassed as if, somehow, I were responsible.
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The next day at school, people were acting even more strange than usual.
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A month later, I was at my house watching them rebuild it.
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The excited sound of seventh-grade laughter and voices flooded the hallway as the students filed into the gym. We were going to listen to a speaker about bullying, peer pressure and putdowns, because we were earning the reputation as the worst class in the school. It was not a reputation that my friends nor I were particularly proud of.
As the speaker, our science teacher attempt to get our attention, my friends and I sat back, prepared to sit through another boring speech full of strict remarks about “Kids these days ...” and “Your maturity level when you put someone down is no greater than that of an eight-year-old.” But as soon as she started talking, my attention was caught. She had this way about her, as if she knew how to reach into our minds and souls and make us think. And for once, I actually began to think about what it was she was talking about.
One boy, in particular, came to my mind. Every day, this boy came to school late, and it was because he needed to get medicine from the nurse. But this didn’t stop the kids in the class from making fun of him. The boy would put his head down on his desk in shame. The worst, though, was when he tried to resist, his attackers only laughed and continued the cruelty until the entire room was laughing at his expense.
While I was lost in my thoughts, a piece of the teacher’s words drew me back to the speech. She decided to give us an opportunity to say anything he or she wants to on the subject of bullying or peer pressure that day. We could apologize to a friend, thank someone for his or her kindness, anything. Slowly, a few hands raised in the air one after another.
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I, too, raised my hand up.
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I felt the silence that followed would last forever.
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I woke up without an alarm. I didn't need one; it was the first day of school. I jumped from my bed and headed straight into the bathroom in excitement, trying to decide whether to wear the pink blouse with my grey pants or the black cotton top with the white trousers.
I turned on the shower and let the warm water run from the top of my head and down my shoulders and toes before deciding on the white trousers with the black cotton shirt. “Black is grown up,” I told myself.
My lunch, packed the night before for the big day, even had my name on it. I put it into the bag I bought with my sister over the summer. She said it would look great if I wore it with my fashionable multi-colored sandals(凉鞋)that I also picked up with her on a previous shopping trip. “I guarantee all the cool kids will like them!” she promised me.
Standing at my breakfast counter, I was not so sure whether I should be wearing this crazy set. However, the sensible side of my brain took over and told me, “Too late now. It is 7:03...” Pushing the last bite of bread into my mouth, I ran out of the door.
The cool leather chair in the car made me shiver (颤抖)slightly as I desperately tried to think of something amusing to impress the children with whom I would spend the next 180 days.
It was 7:48 when I arrived at the school, and a crowd of students had gathered outside the old brick house. Most of the kids looked happy to be there. That was a good sign! Taking a deep breath, I headed straight for the crowd. My smile was tight. Walking through parents, teachers and kids, I was encircled and soon everyone wanted to know how I spent my summer and where I bought my trousers.
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The first bell, however, stopped the conversation.
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I walked towards the front of the classroom.
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Jenny was a nice girl, but she had one shortcoming. She was often late for school because she had to look after her sick mother, who lay in bed all through the year. The family's cooking and washing went to the young girl. Of course this brought a little inconvenience to Jenny's schooling.
One morning when Jenny came in late again, Mr. Black, her class teacher, got very angry. “I will ask your father to my office if you aren’t here on time tomorrow,” he shouted at her. Jenny didn’t want him to do so. On the one hand her parents were very strict with her; on the other hand his father was working on the farm these days, for it was autumn, when all the crops had to be harvested. She didn’t want to waste her father's precious time to listen to her teacher's roar in front of all the other teachers.
The next day, Jenny got up early. To save time, she wolfed her breakfast. When the bell rang, she was waiting in her seat quietly, especially waiting for Mr. Black. The door opened, but an unfamiliar face appeared. “I’m Miss Green. Mr. Black is ill, so I will take his class instead today.” How disappointed Jenny was!
The next morning Jenny got up even earlier. To avoid unhappy things, she went to school without breakfast. Just before she got to the school gate, she stopped: a wallet was lying on the ground!
She picked it up with hesitation. “Whose is this?” she wondered.
As she stood there thinking, she heard the first bell. “What shall I do?” she asked herself. “I will turn it in first,” she decided quickly and so she did.
When she hurried to the classroom, Mr. Black had already begun his class.
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“Jenny, you really make me disappointed!” Mr Black shouted as soon as he saw her.
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At this moment the headmaster came in hurriedly. “Your wallet, Mr Black.” he said.
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Jack was new to Woodberry Forest School this year. He carried a secret burden: a stutter (口吃) that often brought about laughter from his classmates. This made him very upset. Shy and reserved. Jack chose to fade into the background rather than draw attention to himself. He felt like an outsider, never quite fitting in.
Jack was eager to exchange ideas with his classmates, but afraid of getting into trouble. Jack's science teacher, Katherine, a warm and caring woman often wearing a smile, noticed Jack's stutter and shyness. She observed how Jack struggled to express himself in class and how he would shy away when called upon to speak.
Determined to lend a hand, Katherine took Jack under her wing, encouraging him to embrace bravery and believe in his own abilities. Subsequently, Katherine adopted a set of systematic methods to help him. She was glad to find the potential in him, the intelligence and creativity that lay hidden beneath his stutter. Whenever possible, Katherine was always ready to praise his efforts, always declaring, "You are so great!” Whenever Jack stumbled over his words, Katherine always smiled at him encouragingly, providing him with the strength to continue. Day by day, Jack found himself speaking with greater confidence and fluency.
One day, Katherine announced that each student should give a presentation of a science project in front of the class. Jack's heart sank, the familiar fear and anxiety wrapping around him. How could he possibly stand before his classmates to give his ideas clearly, knowing that they would laugh at him? As the presentation drew near, Jack's anxiety mounted. Then came the big day. He watched his classmates take turns to walk up to the front. They gave their presentation with confidence and backed to their seats with satisfaction. However, while Jack was waiting for his turn, his heart beat so violently that he felt as if he were sitting on pins and needles.
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It was finally his turn.
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When Jack finished his presentation, the room erupted into applause.
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