Listening to Be Heard
Our P. E. teacher Ms. Lopez had been out with a skiing injury. She was a caring and considerate teacher who showed patience and understanding to little minds like us. So, when we knew she was returning, some of us asked our substitute(替代) gym teacher if we could plan a welcome-back party.
“Sounds great,” said Ms. Green, “We have a few minutes before the bell rings, so you can do a little brainstorming while I put some stuff away.” We were excited and could not wait to let our minds wander. But here came the problem.
“I bet Ms. Lopez would like welcome-back cards.” I said.
“We should have a rock ‘n’ roll theme!” said Noah.
“No, we should make it a soccer theme! What about a cake shaped like a soccer ball!”said Avery.
“Why is soccer better than music?” said Noah.
“I think cards are really important!” I said, louder.
The discussion soon turned into a noisy chaos (混乱). Everyone had their ideas to present and wished them to be realized. Even the “fashionable” kids interrupted, demanding to bring balloons and some fancy clothes like a skirt with orange flowers. It seemed all voices were ignored.
That was when the bell rang and the party discussion ended. I was in confusion and fear for the rest of the day. It was going to be a disaster, and Ms. Lopez wouldn’t even know we missed her.
When I returned home, my little brother and sister were arguing about a board game.
“I know the rules!” Tex shouted. “You don’t have to start over if you land on blue!”
“I know the rules!” shouted Indi. “You get an extra point if you get the flowers!”
I walked over to where they were playing and said, “If you’d stop and listen to each other, you might realize you’re both right.” I pointed to the rule sheet and read them the parts they’d been arguing about. They were surprised that they were both right. Suddenly it clicked—we had been busy presenting our ideas without listening to others.
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2.请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
The next day in gym class, during the party discussion, I asked my classmates for a stop.
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A week later, Ms. Lopez was amazed at the welcome-back party containing our various ideas.
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Bill is a retired oil field engineer. His hands are thick, and his fingers branch out in all directions. He moved back to America late in his career. His wife died of a serious disease so he had to raise his three daughters on his own. In my parents’ eyes, Bill is hardworking and helpful.
Every day, when I pass by his yard to go to school in the morning, I often see him standing in his front door, smiling at me. But in my heart, Bill is the last person I am willing to talk with in the world. When I was 7 years old, I picked fruits in his garden without his permission. He scolded (责骂) me severely and let me apologize to him in front of my parents. I hated him and swore (发誓) not to talk with him any more. What’s more, there is a scar (伤疤) on his face, which makes me more afraid to get close to him.
Recently, Bill, in his seventies, invited my friends in our neighborhood to his house to spend weekends. Of course, Bill also invited me several times but I turned him down.
My friends told me that they were surprised to find Bill was also experienced in playing basketball, and they invited Bill to teach them to play basketball on weekends. Besides, Bill often offered them sodas. It’s rare to see a bond that bridges generations. But I didn’t care all of these any longer.
One week ago, my friends came to my home and expected me to join their basketball team to have a match with the team from another neighborhood. I like playing basketball and I am good at it so I agreed immediately. But when I was told Bill would give us guidance and it was he that let my friends invite me to join the team, I hesitated. Eventually, I was persuaded to have a try.
The match started. Because I wanted to prove myself, I tried my best to shoot every time I caught the ball. I didn’t pass the ball to my teammates. Ten minutes passed and our team didn’t win one point.
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I felt at a loss when Bill called time out.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________When each player in our team was celebrating our winning the game, I came up to Bill.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________My friend Maria and I got our degrees at the same time — hers in Engineering, mine in Mathematics. These subjects, in case you aren’t aware, are tough! There were classes we really had to struggle with, fight to get through, and survived only by digging our fingers in with everything we had. Along the way, many of the people who started at the same time dropped out, changed majors, etc. They quit. Maria and I didn’t and we have degrees to show for it.
Maria and I came up with a saying, ＂We’re not quitters. We’re failures！＂ We’d rather fail a class three times and eventually pass it than quit and resign ourselves to the idea that we ＂just can’t get it＂. That kind of sob story defeatism has to be removed from your mind. While there are things that you can’t do — like flying via pixie dust — you can have most of the things you want in life, but only if you treat failure as a part of the learning process. If you see failure as an end, that makes you a quitter.
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“This is such a simple sum (算术); don’t you know how to solve it? You silly girl!” Emma was laughing at her classmate Elva for not being able to solve an easy maths sum.
Head teacher Miss Maria was about to come in when she heard Emma laughing at Elva. Elva felt heartbroken and left the classroom, crying. She didn’t see Miss Maria standing there.
“Emma, you shouldn’t have treated Elva like that. You know her situation. Please don’t make her feel uncomfortable and helpless like that. We are classmates!” Eric said, trying to make Emma understand the pain she caused others.
But Emma was clearly unable to understand, “I just pointed out the fact that it was a simple sum and she couldn’t even do it. She really is a stupid girl. What’s wrong with that?”
Eric was upset, “This constant criticism ( 不断的批评) of yours can destroy her confidence. Please try to understand and give her some space to learn. She needs more time to understand this sum.”
Emma was the bully of the class and she didn’t even realize it. She used to criticize her classmates all the time, unable to understand the damage she caused by laughing and criticizing them.
One day, when Elva fell outside the class, Emma started laughing at her rather than helping her. “You can’t even walk properly. Silly!”
Miss Maria wanted to make Emma understand the pain she brought to others. The next day, while giving the lecture, Miss Maria called Emma, “Emma! Come and solve this question, please.”
Emma was extremely shocked because she didn’t know the solution. She started panicking (惊慌).
Miss Maria laughed at her, “Emma, it’s such a simple question. How can you not do it?”
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Emma started crying.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Emma said sorry to everyone, especially Elva.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________I found myself dealing with worries right before the new school year started.
My neighbor Ollie and I were skateboarding in the park when we happened to see some kids from my school.
“I wish summer wasn’t ending,” said Rose. “But at least I’ll be in Ms. Ramirez’s class. My brother had her last year. She’s so nice. And I’m looking forward to that!”
“I got Mr. Nishimoto,” said Jack. “I’ve heard he brings his guitar and plays funny songs. And I’d love to have such teachers.”
“I’d love to have a singing teacher too!” I said. “I have Ms. Newman, and I know nothing about her.”
“Oh no!” said Alex. “I’m sure she’s the one people call the mean, green homework machine.”
“I don’t listen to rumors (谣言),” I said with a smile. But part of me thought, “What if what Alex said is true?” And that’s when the worry button got pushed in my brain. And as you know, once the worry button gets pushed, one worry can turn into lots and lots of worries surprisingly quickly.
That night, I had a wild dream. I was searching for my perfect first-day-of-school suit, but a hungry goat got to it first and ate it up. So I was stuck wearing the only thing left in my house—a swimsuit.
So how does someone wearing a swimsuit get to school? By swimming, of course. And since swimming through the busy streets of San Francisco isn’t easy, I arrived at school really late. By the time I made it to my classroom, it was almost lunchtime.
“You’re late!” shouted a terrible green monster (怪兽) .“Now you’ll have to do ten times as much homework! Every night, forever!”
I woke up with my heart racing.
That afternoon, Ollie’s grandma, Abuela, asked if I was looking forward to school starting.
“Um, not exactly,” I said. And I started describing my frightening dream. The more I described it, the sillier it sounded. By the end of my story, Ollie’, Abuela, and I were laughing so hard that we could hardly catch our breath.
注意：1. 续写词数应为150左右。
2. 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
Abuela reminded there might be some information about the teachers on our school’s website.
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Abuela also suggested that I make a list of my worries, and that helped me out as well.
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