Virak Mao moved from Cambodia six and a half years ago. He was an exciting and 1 12-year-old boy，looking forward to his new life in Canada but fearful he wouldn't make friends, 2 since he didn't speak English. What great progress he has 3 since then.

    First of all, he got over those early difficulties and 4 friends. Mao not only mastered 5 but won the Grade 9 French award. At school, he 6 to organize school events. Mao also 7 at school, such as cleaning the library and helping others . Mao had wanted to be an engineer 8 after struggling with chemistry, he discovered a new passion for 9. At his Buddhist temple, Mao is a leader and 10 those who came to Canada for the first time to work hard. He also 11 in cultural dancing with other temple members, donating any 12 they raise back to the temple to buy supplies for the poor. Since the summer of 2011, he has held a job at a clothing store to help 13 his family. In June, Mao 14 from C.W. Jefferys and is now in the business management program at Ryerson University.

    He is also the first winner of a new scholarship 15 by the Graduate Business Council with the purpose of helping a student, 16 wants to improve his community and in 17 of money. Awarded the scholarship in June, Mao spoke about the 18 of the award. “I was so excited. It was a huge relief for me,” he said, adding he would buy textbooks and school supplies with the award. “I am really 19 they raised this money to award me the scholarship. I just have no words. Anyone who works hard gets well 20.”

Little Bit

    "Meow, meow, meow," is what I heard as I walked through the alley. I approached the noise and observed a tail sticking out from under a piece of wood Under the wood was a 1 black and white cat I picked him up and 2 he must be freezing to death 3 home with the cat held in my jacket.

    My new best friend, who soon became known as Little Bit, received his name because he was almost4when I held him in my hands. He stood about five inches tall. Little Bit's small size had a great advantage—he 5 perfectly in the pocket of my jacket, which made 6 him everywhere very easy.  Any time I was home, he wouldn't leave my 7 He was always  8 to me. When I fell asleep at night,he would always rolling up around my head to ensure that I was warm.

    Unfortunately, I grew up. My teenage life 9 my relationship with Little Bit. I lived at such a fast10 that I stopped making time for him. My free time was spent with my friends instead. I would come in the house on my phone and not 11 him at all. His meows became an annoyance to me, but it wasn't his fault that he wanted my 12 back.

    Time had caused a13 to Little Bit. His body began shocking down and by the time I  realized 14 was wrong with him, he had already lost his balance. He lay there and looked at me, and 15 this day I still remember the 16 look in his bright green eyes. I took him to the vet (兽医 ), but there was nothing he could do The last time I17 him he wasn't he same tiny cat I had found ten years before. Little Bit filled my arms and he was put to sleep that day.

    Little Bit's 18 made me realize how much he meant to me.He was always there for me when I needed him. I 19 our last years together and I feel sorry for not always being there for him.I will always20 the special memories we made.

    I was getting ready to head to my daughter's college to bring her home for Christmas. The 1 was falling heavily and the land was silvered. I knew it wasn't going to be an easy drive.

    Usually a three-hour round2, but I knew it was going to be a lot 3 today as I slowed my car to 4 the slippery roads. Once I was on the road, 5 , conditioh9 only worsened. I 6 slowed down but four-wheel trucks sped past me 7 huge showers of slush (融雪) onto my windshield. During the last twenty miles I suddenly found myself behind a very  8   winter driver.9 driving slow and adjusting, when he hit a slippery spot he braked hard and turned sharply all over the road. 1 had to 10 hard myself to keep from hitting him but unfortunately slid into a ditch (沟).

    I tried pulling out again and again but could only hear  11  tires. I was half-way out in the road and a truck sped by me, missing the car by inches. I looked about the car 12 and miraculously the car started to move,13it was almost being pushed out of the ditch. From the driving mirror I spotted a 14 , covered with snow,15  my car as hard as possible. When I 16 my hand to greet him with gratitude, he17  signed me good luck, getting on his car.

    Just as a famous writer Henry 18 it, “He who walks in love may wander far. Yet God will bring him 19  the blessed are.” Wherever you go then and however20 your journeys may be, always remember that you are watched over by people with a love more powerful and more beautiful than you can ever imagine.

    A little girl took out the bottle. She 1 the coins carefully. The total number had to be exactly perfect. No chance for2.

    Carefully placing the 3in the bottle, she walked to a drugstore and waited patiently for the pharmacist's (药剂师) 4, but he was too busy.

    She 5her throat. Nothing. 6she put a coin on the counter heavily. That 7!

    “What do you want?” the pharmacist asked 8. “I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't9for ages,” he shouted.

    “My brother,” Tess answered, “is really 10and I want to buy a miracle (奇迹).”

    “Pardon?” said the pharmacist.

    “Andrew has something bad growing inside his head. Dad says only a miracle can11 him. So how much does a miracle cost?”

    “We don't sell miracles. I'm sorry,” the pharmacist said.

    “I have money. 12 it isn't enough, I will get the rest.”

The pharmacist's brother asked the little girl, “What miracle does your brother need?”

    “I don't know,” Tess replied with tears. “Mum says he needs a(n)13. But Dad can't14 it, so I want to use my money.”

    “How much do you have?” he asked.

    “One dollar and eleven cents. And it's all the money I have.”

    “A dollar and eleven cents? That's the 15 price of a miracle for your little brother,” smiled the man from Chicago.

    He took her money in one hand and held her with 16, “Take me to where you 17. Let's see if I have the right miracle.”

    That man was doctor Carlton Armstrong.

    The operation was done with no18and soon Andrew recovered. Mum and Dad were happily 19 the miracle.

    “The operation,” Tess's mom smiled, “was a real miracle. How much did it cost?”

“One dollar and eleven cents and the 20 of a little child.”

    As a student in my final year of high school, I am very concerned about college. I spend most days thinking about the 1, hoping that I am on the right path.

    I am interested in a career in 2, so I decided to volunteer for service at the local hospital. I thought it would be the best of both worlds:3 people while getting valuable on-the-job experience! So I went to the business office. 4, the hospital director was quite willing to let me help out, and he said I could 5 that summer as soon as I finished my finals. I accepted his 6 immediately, thinking to myself that here lay all the 7 I could ever want!

    Soon enough, I 8 for my first day at the 9. The director gave me a brief tour of different departments 10 we stopped right in front of maternity ward（产科病房）. “This is 11you are going to work,” he said. I was overwhelmed(不知所措的) by the sounds. Women shouted and newborns 12. I got nervous and wondered if I had been in a hurry when I was 13 to go for such a (an)14 job.

    My 15 must have shown clearly on my face because the director said, “Don't worry. You are going to help in the nursery.” 16 that, we walked down a hallway filled with balloons, beautiful flowers and into the 17 room I've ever seen. The soft colors provided a quiet backdrop to the sleeping babies. The nurse in charge of the nursery 18 me, thanked me for 19, and asked me to start putting some baby things away in the drawers. The director gave me a (an) 20 look, which I returned with a quiet nod. I got right to work.

    Born in America, I spoke English, not Chinese, the language of my ancestors. When I was three, my parents flashed cards with Chinese1at my face, but I pushed them 2, my mom believed I would learn3I was ready .But the4 never came.

    On a Chinese New Year's Eve, my uncle spoke to me in Chinese, but all I could do was 5at him, confused, scratching my head. "Still can't speak Chinese?" He 6me, "You can't even buy a fish in Chinatown."

    "Hey, this is America, not China. I'll get some 7with or without Chinese." I replied and turned to my mom for 8.

    "Remember to ask for fresh fish, Xin Xian Yu," she said, handing over a $20 bill. I9 the words, running downstairs into the streets of Chinatown.

I found the fish 10 surrounded in a sea of customers. "I'd like to buy some fresh fish," I shouted to the fishman. But he 11 my English words and turned to serve the next customer. The laugh of the people behind increased 12 their impatience. With every 13, the breath of the dragons(龙) on my back grew stronger—my blood boiling-- 14 me to cry out, "Xian Sheng Yu, please" "Very Xian Sheng," I repeated. The crowd burst into laughter. My face turned 15 and I ran back home16, except for the $20 bill I held tightly in my pocket.

    Should I laugh or cry? They're Chinese. I should feel right at home. 17, I was the joke, a disgrace ( 丢脸)to the language.

    Sometimes, I laugh at my fish 18, but, in the end, the joke is on 19. Every laugh is a culture 20; every laugh is my heritage (传统) fading away.