My uncle works in a shop. It's near an English1. Every day the students come to 2 things. In the morning，my uncle gets up3 six o'clock and after breakfast he 4 his bike to the shop. He  5 there at about ten to seven. The shop 6 at seven o'clock. The shop sells(卖) things 7 food and drink. It has school things, too. So there 8 a lot of people in the shop 9 morning to evening. My uncle is very busy. He is friendly（友好的） to the students and the students like 10 very much.

    Today, I want to tell you a story about something I did when I was 14 years old. I made some friends in school 1 they turned out to be bad. They were some boys who stole（偷盗） 2 and sold them. Whenever we were stealing a bike, a boy named John would break the lock 3 two other boys were watching out. Then one of us would 4 the bike to a cave （洞穴）. The next day, we would meet there and repaint the bike. When we stole four or five bikes, we would sell them 5 a few hundred dollars.

    One 6 afternoon, we went to an apartment in Bukit Batok. We found a bike on the fifth floor and started to work on the 7. It was hard to break. We spent 10 minutes 8 it. We were about to escape with the bike when the owner of the bike came out of the elevator. “My bike!” he 9.

    We dropped the bike and ran down but two policemen nearby 10 us. We were taken to the police station. Our parents were called and our teachers were told what had happened. The police took down what we had done. The next day, a bright Sunday, I 11 to the Boys' Home.

    Life in the Boys' Home was very hard but it 12 me a very important lesson. I learnt that stealing was not right. At the Boys' Home, the officers helped me and encouraged me 13 my ways. I decided to 14 stealing.

    To this day, I feel so 15 for what I have done. I hope you will learn something from my story.

    When my daughter, Sophie, was admitted to a college we were very happy, but a little worried about becoming empty nesters(空巢老人). I knew I had to do something, starting with the summer before she was away from home.

    Sophie had a pack of colourful blouses. I knew she wouldn't wear them anymore, so I decided to make a quilt(被子) out of them. I tried to work on the quilt when Sophie 1 – which turned out to be often. She was very busy with her friends. Even when she was at home, her door was shut more than usual. This made me feel a bit hurt.2 we didn't have much time together before she went to college.

When we arrived at the college, a wave of emotion flooded me. Sophie saw it in my face. She took a beautiful 3 from her bag. "I made this for you, Mom," she said. Then I knew why she had been staying behind a 4door that summer. It was an album of photographs recording the life of our family over the last 17 years.

    I broke into tears. Some of it was sadness at having to let her go, but some of it was 5I knew that our connection was more 6 than ever as we would always be connected by the strongest link, the love that went into every stitch(针脚) of her quilt and every photo in my album.

In Sophie's dormitory room I unfolded the quilt on her bed. For a moment she was speechless. Then she threw her arms around me. "Mom, I love you," she said. One of her new friends was calling her outside. Sophie turned, and I let her go.

    As a Japanese girl called Jenny, I experienced a terrible earthquake in March, 2011. I 1 my dear father in the earthquake and my mother was ill for a long time. I lost my school and some of my classmates and teachers. I never forget that 2  time in my life.

    In October, 2011, I moved to a new school 3 Red Sun Middle School. At first I didn't want to study at all and only 4 my old classmates very much. Later, the head teacher had a long talk with my mother and he hoped I would study hard. The teachers were very 5 to me and my new classmates helped me a lot. Then I felt the warmth(温暖) in the new class. And I got good  6 in the final exam.

    On the morning of May 7th, 2012, when I came into the 7, a big birthday cake on the teacher's desk came into my eyes 8  there were four big words "Happy birthday to you!" on the blackboard. Oh, it was my thirteenth birthday. My dear head teacher 9 up to me, saying, "Happy birthday to you, Jenny. And be a happy girl. " Then my classmates surrounded(围住) me with so many colorful flowers and gifts. I couldn't say 10, and the eyes were full of moving tears. I had a great time that day. I was sure it was my happiest birthday in my life and I would never forget it.

    Mr. Jackson was our science teacher. On the first day of class, he gave us a talk about an animal called wampus. He told us that the wampus lived on earth millions of years ago during the Ice Age and died out because of the change of climate(气候). We all listened carefully and took 1 of everything he said. Later we had a 2.

    When the exam paper was 3to me, I was surprised and sad, there was a big red "×" through each of my answers, I failed. But how come? 4, on the test paper, I had written down 5 Mr. . Jackson said in class.

    Then I realized that no one 6 the exam at all. What had happened?

    "Very simple," Mr. Jackson explained. "I had 7 all that story about the wampus. There had never been any such animal, so the information in your notes was not correct. Do you expect to get 8 marks for incorrect answers？"

    There was no need to say we were 9. What kind of test was this? What kind of teacher was he?

    How could we believe he gave us so much information about an animal that had not been there at all? How was it possible 10 us students to doubt what the teacher taught us?

    "The zeroes on your papers will be 11 in your grade books," he said. And he did it.

Through this experience, Mr. Jackson hoped that we would learn something. Teachers and books are not always 12. In fact, no one is. He told us not to let our mind go to sleep. Instead, we should keep thinking all the time and speak up if we think there are13in our teachers' words or in books.

    We should 14 the habit of doubting, and the ability to decide by ourselves. What a special 15 he gave us.