Jenna had graduated from her middle school and was lucky enough to be admitted to Westwood College. She was ready for new 1  at the college and filled with confidence. 2,  she didn't expect it that college life was quite3.  In the first week, Jenna went to tryouts for cheerleaders. She was competing against very talented girls, and she knew it would be 4 for her to be selected. Two hours later, the 5 read a list of the girls for a second tryout. Her heart 6 as the list ended without her name. Feeling 7, she walked back to her dormitory carrying her schoolbag full of homework.

    Arriving at the dormitory, she started with 8. She had always been a good math student, but now she was 9. She moved on to English and history, and was 10 to find that she didn't have any trouble with those subjects. Feeling better, she decided not to 11 math for the time being.

    The next day Jenna went to see Mrs Biden about being on the school 12.  Mrs Biden wasn't as enthusiastic as Jenna. “I'm sorry, 13 we have enough 14 for the newspaper already. Come back next year and we'll talk then. ” Jenna smiled 15 and left. “Why is college so different? ” she sighed.

    Later in math class, Jenna devoted herself to figuring out the problems that had given her so much 16. By the end of the class, she understood how to get them right. As she gathered her books, Jenna decided she'd 17 to try to fit in with her new school. She wasn't sure if she'd 18, but she knew she had to try. College was just as her mom had said, “You will feel like a small fish in a big pond 19 a big fish in a small pond. The challenge is to become the 20 fish you can be. ”

    I was a lovely child with a loving family. I was not a (n) 1, but a leader in school. But what made me special was not seen from the outside: I was 2 about life. My best character was my personality.

    At age twelve, my life had a breakdown. It was then that I developed OCD (强迫症). I was no longer the 3 girl. I finally told my mother I was suffering from depression. I started taking medicine. 4, the medicine did help. But one thing didn't 5: I still was overwhelmed with depression. I still was 6 sad and I started to believe that my life no longer 7.

    Thinking my life no longer had 8, I decided suicide was the solution. I wrote a note to all my friends and family, expressing I was 9 for leaving them. As I was folding the note, my eyes fell on a photograph. It was a little girl wearing a carefree smile.

    It took me a few minutes to 10 who the girl in the photo was. I 11 couldn't believe that smiling child was me! It seemed my younger self had sent me a 12. Right then and there I knew I couldn't 13 myself. Once I had been a strong girl, and I had to be like that again. I swore I wouldn't only 14 my medicine. I would fight the depression with my 15, too.

    It's been two years 16 I recovered. The real reason I'm 17 is that I refused to let depression 18 my life. I learned a lifelong 19: Never give up. Life is good. Everyone has 20 in life, but everyone can survive. I am living proof of that.

A letter to Mum and her mince (肉末) pies

    When I was a little girl, you and I loved decorating the living room and Christmas tree. After 1, we would bake cakes. “Make enough mince pies, because Santa likes them,” you would tell me.

    Christmas Eve came and you would put me on my 2 made bed. I'd fall asleep until Christmas 3. I'd wake up and thrill at the 4 before me. At the bottom of my bed would be loads of presents. I'd scream in delight, 5 tearing the paper open. Running downstairs, I would 6 that Santa hadn't just stopped in the 7 : there were also lots of 8 around the Christmas tree.

    Many years later, the 9 continued. The only thing that 10 was the presents at the end of the bed – I grew out of them.

    One afternoon while we were 11 extra mince pies as usual, it 12 hit me that the extra wasn't for 13. I said, “Those extra mince pies were never for Santa, were they? They were for you!” You never said a word – a smile was your only 14.

    Christmas changed in 1986, when you suffered a 15 brain disease. After 16 throughout Christmas, you passed away on the 29 December.

    Only now am I starting to enjoy Christmas again, and while I don't do the 17 any more, I do have mince pies in the house. I leave one out just for you, as if you were 18 a part of my Christmas. And I make sure I put up the decorations 19 you, and us. Thanks for the 20 memories of Christmas, Mum.

    "None of us get out of life alive, so be brave and be thankful for all the opportunities (机会)you have." Those were 1 words said by 18-year-old Jake Bailey, a cancer patient.

    Bailey was in the leading position of the Students' Union. The young man had planned to2 at his high school's end-of-year ceremony (典礼)on schedule. 3, just the week before, he received shocking 4. After several weeks of not feeling well, tests showed that he had a fast-growing form of cancer. Doctors said, without 5, he would only have weeks to live, so they didn't 6 him to take part in the event. But Bailey put on his school uniform along with his 7 face and left his hospital bed to give the inspiring speech to his 8. Without doubt, his surprise appearance 9 everyone at the ceremony. Sitting in the wheelchair, he began to 10 his ideas. He expressed that a strong-willed person would not easily 11, no matter how hard life was.

    At the speech, Bailey encouraged his schoolmates to 12 their time. "The future is truly in our hands. 13 about having impractical long-term dreams. Let's be 14to short-term goals," He15. "We don't know where we might end up, or when we will end up, so work with pride on what is 16 us."

    When the senior 17 his speech with the school's 18, "Altiora Peto," which means "I fight for higher things", the entire room burst into cheers.19, Bailey's message was heard loud and clear. Bailey then closed his eyes and 20 the words "Thank you".

    A terrible fever made Anne Sullivan nearly lose her eyesight in her childhood, and the doctors said she was a hopelessly mad girl. She had been1in the basement of a mental hospital (精神病医院) in Boston. Sometimes, little Annie2 hit anyone who came near to her. She ignored everyone who appeared in front of her most of the time.

    However, an old nurse 3 that little Annie had hope. She went to4little Annie every day. The child ignored her in most cases, but the old nurse5stopped seeing her every day in the basement. The6 lady left cookies for little Annie and spoke words full of encouragement to her. She believed that as long as she showed7, little Annie could get better.

    Finally, the doctors noticed the8in little Annie. They moved her upstairs and her condition continued9Then her last day there came, and the child who seemed to be "10" went out of the locked door of the mental hospital.

    After she grew up, Anne Sullivan hoped to11 others, just as the kind old nurse helped her. She became the12of Helen Keller. She13her, trained her strictly and worked with her14she lit the candle that brought15to the whole world. Anne Sullivan16a miracle (奇迹) in the life of Helen Keller. But first it was a kind nurse who had full17in little Annie that turned a(n)18 child into a great teacher.

    If there had been no Anne Sullivan, the name of Helen Keller would not be19But if there hadn't been a20who kept showing love, Anne Sullivan wouldn't be known to the world, either.