I love to write! Even since I was a little girl, I wrote stories on my notebooks and on little scrips of paper. I told stories to my friends. As a grown-up, I have written over 100 books! That's a lot! As a teacher, it's my goal to encourage all of my students to love to write.

    Writing is easy if you're careful enough, I told them. Everyone I meet is a possible character.

    Everything I see or I do is a possible scene in a book. Start looking around you. You'll be amazed at what you discover.

    Anyone can be a writer. You just put your pencil on your paper and write what you like to read, step by step.

    Create great characters. If you know your characters well, they'll write the story for you.

    Interest the reader right at the beginning. You can start your stories with dialogue or action. If you can make the reader ask questions, then he has to keep reading to find out the answers.

    Following the steps. The steps for every story is almost the same: Introduce the characters and the conflict(冲突); things get worse; all seem lost; the hero saves the day!

    Balance is the key. Remember, when writing, it never hurts to add a little humor.

    Do you remember the name of your kindergarten teacher? I do. Her name was Mrs. White.

    I don't remember much about what we learned in her class, but my mother once told me that we used to write a lot. And I would bring back what I wrote and she would look at it and see there were so many mistakes. But there were no red corrections but always a star. Sometimes even a word "Good"! That would make my heart filled with happiness, but it worried my mother.

    So one day when she went to meet Mrs. White, Mother asked her why she never corrected my mistakes, and why she never pointed out those mistakes. Mrs. White said, "The children are just beginning to get excited about using words, about making sentences. I don't want to make them lose that enthusiasm (热情) with red ink. Spelling and grammar can wait. The wonder of words won't ..."

    And thanks to Mrs. White, I had no qualms (顾忌) about writing what I meant even if I couldn't quite spell it out. Life isn't Perfect. It's Beautiful. She helped me understand it.

The girl is Linda. She usually {#blank#}1{#/blank#}up at half past six. Ten minutes later, she has breakfast. She {#blank#}2{#/blank#}home at seven and goes to school by {#blank#}3{#/blank#}. The bus ride often {#blank#}4{#/blank#} her about half an hour to get to school. Classes begin {#blank#}5{#/blank#}eight. She has four classes in the morning.She has {#blank#}6{#/blank#} at school. In the afternoon, she has three classes. After school, she often {#blank#}7{#/blank#} with her classmates. At about half past four in the afternoon, she takes the bus home. {#blank#}8{#/blank#} usually takes about twenty minutes.When she gets home, she does {#blank#}9{#/blank#} homework first. Then she has dinner with her parents. {#blank#}10{#/blank#} dinner, she reads a book for an hour and then goes to bed at about nine.

Nick had a book in his hand and tears in his eyes. "What worries you, Nick?" asked Mrs. White. 

"Our teacher asked us to recite the p {#blank#}1{#/blank#} Little Jim. I don't think I can do it well." said Nick. 

"Why not?" asked Mrs. White. 

"My classmates said that I can't. And I myself also think so," said Nick {#blank#}2{#/blank#} a sad voice, "The poem is so long and difficult for me."

"Dear son," said Mrs. White, "look at that snail（蜗牛） on the wall. {#blank#}3{#/blank#} slow it is! {#blank#}4{#/blank#}watch it. You will see it get to the highest part at last. So just try a few lines each day, and you may recite it in the end."

"Well, then let me try {#blank#}5{#/blank#} best to recite it, Mom." said Nick. 

And he tried it. 

At last, the day came. To everyone' surprise, Nick did not m {#blank#}6{#/blank#} a word when reciting the poem to the class. And the teacher said Nick did best. 

"And now tell us how you could recite the poem so well." said the teacher. 

"I saw a snail climb up the wall little by little. It {#blank#}7{#/blank#} stop. At last, it arrived at the highest part. So I also recited the poem little by little, and did not give up." said Nick. 

"Well done, Nick!" said the teacher. "Now boys and girls, let us give a good c {#blank#}8{#/blank#} to Nick and the snail on the wall." The classroom rang with a great cheer.

Helen Smith comes from Canada. She is 1 sports star. Her birthday is 2 December 1st She 3 four friends. They are Alice. Dale, Eric and Helen. Helen wants 4 sports with them on weekends. 5 every weekend she goes to the club at seven in the morning. Then she plays basketball with them. She plays basketball 6 . In the afternoon, they play ping-pong for two hours. She goes home at 5: 00 p. m. She 7 eating some fruits and vegetables for dinner and two 8 a day. After that, she does 9 homework and goes to bed before 10 p. m. She is  10  and happy.