My name's Nannan. I'm a student. I'm 11 years old. I'm in Class Five. This is my friend. His name is Tom. He's 12 years old. He's in Class Six. My favourite colour is red. His favourite colour is blue. We are not in the same(相同的)class, but we are good friends.

    The Sixth Time I Went to the Principal's Office

    When I was in the seventh grade, I had problems behaving. My heart was in the right place, but I couldn't always follow the rules. I played many tricks on my schoolmates. Once, I even pulled a girl's hair on the school bus to get her attention. As a result, I was repeatedly sent to the office of the principal（校长）.

    Although I hated going there, I did not hate the principal, Mr. Ratcliff. Mr. Ratcliff was a kind, elderly man. When he spanked（ 打屁股） me for putting some ants into a classmate's pencil box, it didn't hurt at all, but it did hurt my feelings. I thought so much of him and moments like that seemed to prove I was hopelessly bad.

    When I got called to Mr. Ratcliff's office for the sixth time, I had no idea what I had done. I felt disappointed as I walked down there. I went into his office, sat down, and looked at the floor. Then he said the last thing I expected to hear:” Kevin, I've heard you've been behaving really well lately. I want you to know how proud I am of you, and I just called you down to my office to give you a peppermint.”

    “Really?” I was surprised.

    “Yes. Now you can take that peppermint and go back to class.”

    I carried the peppermint with me as if it was a gold coin. When I got into my classroom, I bragged （ 吹嘘） to my classmates about my turnaround, excitedly. I wasn't so bad after all.

    Mr. Ratcliff was really kind. He made me realize that I was just a kid who had problems with behavior. He bought some peppermints and took the time to notice me when I got something—anything—right. Mr. Ratcliff gave me some hope by giving me some love. I will just remember him for the rest of my life.

    Pat Hogan is traveling around the country in his car. One evening he is driving along a road and looking for a small hotel. When he sees an old man at the side of the road, he stops his car and says to the old man, "I want to go to Sun Hotel. Do you know it？"

    "Yes," the old man answers. "I'll show you the way."

    He gets into Pat's car, and they drive for about twelve kilometers. When they come to a small house, the old man says, "Stop here." Pat stops and looks at the house. "But this isn't a hotel," he says to the old man.

    "No," the old man answers, "this is my house. And now I'll show you the way to Sun Hotel. Turn around and go back nine kilometers. Then you'll see Sun Hotel on the left."

    It was Day 1 of our vacation on Cortes, a beautiful quiet island. "iPhone, iPhone, iPhone," my son kept moaning (呻吟). In front of him was a big window of facing the blue ocean. And a Coo gentle wind was coming in from the door. Clearly, he saw and felt none of it.

    Back at home, I'd soon give up and hand the phone over to him after five minutes of listening to this kind of moaning

    But not here. Before we left, I had told my, 10-year-old son the rule-no e-mails, no Facebook, no video games, and no iPhone. We came here to get away from them all' Here we were on our first day and already, he couldn't stand it.

    ____________I walked down the grass road to the beach and looked out to the sea. My 6-year-old daughter and my husband were drawing on pieces of wood. They were doing just fine.

    On Day 2, we spent the whole morning digging for shells(贝壳). This time, my son joined us. He collected .shellfish and other sea treasures. When we got back to our little wood house, I gave my son a book, and put him on the lovely garden chair. It was almost dinner when he looked up.

    The next few days passed in peace.

    On Day 6, my son was lying beside me on the beach, watching the sun going down. He was playing with the sand. And there was somethingshining.in his eyes, I realized how time slowed down for both of us. It was exactly what I wanted. Finally, we were able to sit quietly, without thinking about screens, phone calls and e-mails.

    A week away from all the electronics and life is good.

A little bear is called Herry. He doesn't like brushing1. Every day his mother2to him,

"Herry, it's time for you to brush your teeth and go to bed.""I know, Mom." says Herry unhappily. He goes to the3and turns on the tap(龙头). He keeps water running. His mother thinks he is brushing his teeth.

"Too many teeth! How can I brush all these teeth?" Herry feels sad. "Maybe I can do it tomorrow morning. It is too bad to brush teeth every day." He looks at his4teeth and thinks, "I don't want to brush my teeth today. I can brush them twice tomorrow. That will be OK."

But the next day, he doesn't brush his teeth. He always thinks he can do it tomorrow. One morning, when he gets up, he finds all of his teeth have gone5. He cries, "My teeth! My teeth! " His mother comes into his bedroom and says, "What's6?" "I don't have any teeth now, Mom! I7to brush my teeth every day. " He cries again and again. His mother takes him to see the8. The doctor says, "Oh, little bear! I am9to say you can't eat any food now. There aren't any teeth in your mouth."

The little bear cries and cries10. Suddenly he wakes up, "Oh, thank goodness! It is a dream. A terrible dream." He gets up at once and goes to brush his teeth. He tells himself to brush his teeth every day.