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Sam spoke with a stammer (口吃). Despite his condition, he was an outgoing boy and was never afraid to try new things. He strongly believed that where there is a will, there is a way.
Finally, the day for him to attend primary school arrived. He was a little worried and afraid but he did not let his feelings affect his positive learning attitude. As he entered the school gate of Flora Primary School, the noisy school campus greeted him. Students in the canteen were either enjoying the delicious food or talking happily.
Soon, the school bell rang and it was time for the students to return to their own classes. On Sam's way back to class, he met the principal, Mr. Teo. “Have a great first day in school, Sam! I am sure you will have lots of fun here," wished Mr. Teo.
He gave Sam a warm hug. The hug was all Sam needed to calm himself down as he felt he was ready to face the other students belonging to the same class as him.
In no time, the students of Sam's class were back in their seats. Sam was asked to introduce himself.“ Bu.. but Mrs. Ta.. Tan, I spe... speak wi.. with a stam. .. stammer. The oth... other pup... pupils will defin. .. definitely ma. .. make fu.. fun of m.. me," Sam stammered as panic and worry began to set in him. “I'm sure they will understand your condition. Just go ahead and take your time,” Mrs. Tan gave him a smile.
It was terrifying. Forty pairs of eyes were glued onto him when he began his speech. “Calm down Sam, calm down," a voice broke out, Phew! It was just Mrs. Tan.
“Ha ha! Ha ha! Big baby Sam needs a teacher to calm him down and speaks with such a funny stammer. He should go back to preschool and learn how to speak," a few boys who were a little too tall for their age started to make fun of him. Upon hearing that, the entire class except Tom started to laugh,
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Tom was the only boy who did not laugh at Sam.
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Mrs. Tan stopped the students from talking and laughing.
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It was just another boring day for Jamie, a third-grader. He sat in his English class, mindlessly doodling on his notebook.
“Jamie Turner, please report to the principal’s office immediately.”
Jamie’s heart sank. With his mind racing, Jamie grabbed his backpack and made the long walk down the hallway to the principal’s office, avoiding eye contact with fellow students. As he walked, he searched his brain for any possible explanations for why he was being called.
Jamie finally reached the principal’s office. He took a deep breath and pushed it open, bracing himself for the worst.
To his surprise, he found the principal, Mr. Harrison who was wearing a giant yellow chicken hat on his head, standing on his desk and waving his arms as if he were trying to fly!
Jamie’s mouth fell open at the sight, too stunned to speak.
“Jamie, sit down,” Mr. Harrison exclaimed, gesturing him to take a seat. “I’ve called you here because we’ve been having some complaints about your behavior. You’ve been… too funny.”
Jamie’s jaw dropped further. Was that really the reason he was called to the principal’s office?
The principal continued, his tone serious, “Now, we take our education very seriously here, and while we appreciate a good sense of humor, we have to draw the line somewhere. We cannot have students disturbing the learning environment with their… their humor.”
Jamie couldn’t help it—he burst out laughing, doubling over in his seat as he gasped for breath.
Finally, Jamie managed to compose himself enough to speak. “I’m sorry, sir, it’s just… I can’t stop laughing at the thought of getting in trouble for laughing… and your hat! It’s ridiculous!”
The principal frowned, “Well, I’m glad you find it funny. But your teachers don’t.”
Jamie nodded seriously, trying to contain his laughter. “I understand, sir. I’ll be less funny in class.” “Um, Mr. Harrison, why are you wearing a chicken hat?” Jamie asked, unable to contain his curiosity.
“Oh, today is Animal Day for the first-graders.” Mr. Harrisjon grinned.
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_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________“Be quiet.” No one actually ever said that to me — in fact, it was usually the opposite “Speak up.” “What did you say?” “I couldn’t understand you.” But every time someone told me to be louder, to be clearer, I wanted to shut my mouth and never open it again.
Years of living with a lisp (口齿不清) had taught me that it was better to say nothing than to speak and risk being misunderstood, leading to embarrassment and awkwardness. As a result of my silence, I felt distanced from most of my peers, having only a few people I felt were friends. “Kathryn? Oh, she’s quiet.” That’s what most people would say when they thought of me. “Quiet” might as well have been part of my name. I was okay with that. I didn’t need to be heard.
September of last year that all changed.
I started my first day of creative writing class with Ms. Haist. She is one of those teachers you don’t feel frightened to approach; you know she will help you if you need it. I had expected to fill out plot diagrams and learn the proper way to punctuate dialogue. However, every day we would be given a different writing prompt (提示词) and then, if we wished, we could share what we had written with the class. I remember sitting and listening to others read their work, and I distinctly remember thinking: That will never be me. I’ll never have the courage to do that.
Then, one day in October, I was really pleased with what I had written, so pleased that I wanted to share. I remember my heart pounding in my chest as I raised my hand to read, and those urgent little voices in my mind listing all the reasons why it wasn’t a good idea: They won’t understand you. You have a lisp, remember? Besides, your writing isn’t that good. Be quiet. Be quiet. I was about to withdraw my hand when I met Ms. Haist’s encouraging eyes.
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I swallowed the voices down and let my real voice come out.
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Soon I was reading out loud nearly every day.
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Most children are taught the virtue of honesty from fairy tales and stories. The famous story of Pinocchio, who begins life as a puppet, teaches the importance of telling the truth. Every time Pinocchio lies, his nose grows longer and longer. Another story about the boy who "cried wolf" describes how lying led to his losing all of his sheep as well as the trust of his fellow villagers. These types of stories show children that "honesty is the best policy." Still, lies are told all the time and are part of many people's everyday social life. Then why do so many people lie?
While everyone makes a mistake, some people do not have the courage to admit their mistakes because they fear blame. For example, students might lie to their teachers about unfinished homework. They might say that they left the work at home when, in fact, they did not do the work at all. These students do not want to seem irresponsible, so they make up an excuse-a lie-to save face.
Parents, particularly those with small children, may teach their children to use a type of "protective" lie in certain situations. What should children do if a stranger calls while the parents are out? Many parents teach their children to explain that mom and dad are too busy to come to the phone at that time. In this situation, a lie can prevent harm.
Many times people lie to protect the feelings of other people, and there's nothing wrong with that. A good friend shows up with a bad new haircut, you're more likely to say, "It's very cool! It suits you." You might tell a cook you loved the dinner even if you could hardly eat it, or tell a friend you loved the shirt you got as a gift even though you knew you would never wear it.
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Tourism can be both good and bad. Yes, it brings in money for the local economy and creates lots of jobs for locals, but it may also bring some problems.
One growing problem is tourists who want to prove that they have visited a destination. Tourists have used paint, rocks, or even keys to write on the Luxor Temple in Egypt, the Colosseum in Rome, Stonehenge in the UK, memorial stones at the bottom of Qomolangma, and many, many other places. Thousands of tourist sites are being destroyed by tourists who “love them to death”. I have three words for people like this: please stop it. If you want to leave a mark on the world, do it by changing someone’s life with kindness and love. Pass kindness along to future generations, not destruction.
Another big problem in some places has been tourists disturbing the local people and life. Some tourists wander around and take pictures of local people without asking for their permission. For example, Chiang Mai University in Thailand and Yonsei University in South Korea have great numbers of tourists visiting their campuses and walking through their libraries and other public areas, taking picture of students, and disturbing their studies. Another example is Sanlitun, a neighbourhood in Beijing, China. Some tourists love to party there late into the night, making it difficult for locals to sleep. I have three words for tourists like this: please be considerate. Have fun in a way that does not disturb others.
The number of problems from tourists is endless: walking in large groups without considering others who need to walk by, crossing roads without thinking of local traffic laws, and many more. The only way to solve the problem of the terrible tourist is to make sure that you are not one! Be the best, kindest, most polite tourist possible. Remember, whenever you step outside your country’s borders, you are representing your country to the rest of world.
