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     Lainey finished thirdgrade. She had good grades and could read 1   grade level, but she did not like to read. On a family car trip, her Aunt Dede pulled out a copy of Harry Potter, as a surprise for her  2   . But Lainey took one look at it,   3  her eyes, and said, “Borring!”

Aunt Dede, a teacher, had read the book to her students, and they loved it. 4 the youngest children in the class were 5 by the story. They 6 with great interest and then 7 joined in grand conversations about Harry's adventures.

“How can you say it's 8? Have you read it? ” asked Aunt Dede.

“No, it's too long and it doesn't have any 9 .” complained Lainey.

“Oh, that's where you are 10 ;there are lots of pictures. Every page is full of pictures; you just have to read the words to 11 them. It's like magic.”

“Nice try , Aunt Dede,”Lainey replied  12  from the back seat.

Another 13was in order. “Well, if you don't want to read it, give it14 .Maybe your mom would 15 hearing the story.” The book sailed through the air to Aunt Dede and she began to read it aloud. By the end of the first chapter,16 were coming from the back seat:“Please read a little17.”

Lainey is an example of an  18reader. As shown here, Lainey can become 19 about reading when 20 with literature on topics that interest her, and when the people around her model involvement in the reading process.

    Maggie was assigned to a public school in the middle of the year, and the headmaster asked her to teach Class 4-B right away. She heard that the former teacher had 1 suddenly, but the headmaster didn't tell her 2. All he told her was that this was a class of  “3 students”.    

    First day, she walked into the classroom, spitballs (纸团) 4 through the air, feet on desks, the noise deafening. She walked to the front of the classroom and 5 the attendance book(考勤簿). Next to 20 names on the list were IQ scores: 140,141...160. “Oh,” she thought to herself, “6 they are so high-spirited. These children have exceptional IQs.” She 7 and brought them to order, 8 that she could teach such high-quality students.       

    At first Maggie found the students 9 to turn in work, and that assignments that were handed in were done 10, full of mistakes. She spoke to everyone, “ With your IQ, I  11 nothing short of (除…之外) the best work from you.”       

    The whole term Maggie continually 12 them of their responsibility to use all the extra intelligence God had given them. Things began to 13. The children worked hard. Their work was creative and excellent. At the end of the term, the headmaster 14 Maggie into his office. “What magic have you done to these kids? ” He asked 15. “Their work has surpassed (超过) all the regular classes.” “It is just 16. They're smarter than regular students! You said yourself they are special students.” Maggie was 17. “I said they are special because they are the special need students—behavioral disordered.” “Then why are their IQs so 18 on the attendance sheet?” Maggie pulled out the sheet and passed it to the headmaster. “Those aren't their IQs. Those are their locker 19 at the gym. Sorry, Ms. Maggie, your kids are not geniuses(天才).” Maggie paused a bit, and smiled, “If someone 20 himself to be a genius, he will become one. I'm teaching them as geniuses again next year.”      

    My senior year of high school was very busy. If I wasn't studying or worrying about1, I was taking part in many activities after class or attempting to make my plans for2.

    As the senior year began to slow down, I got a3job working at a local coffee shop. I had expected that the job would be 4, but there are5 when I was angry at the human race as a whole, simply because I couldn't seem to 6anyone. There was always too much sugar, too little ice, or not enough milk. However, I7 working at this coffee shop.

    One day, one of my 8 customers came in, looking depressed and defeated. I asked what the 9 was and if I could help, but the customer wouldn't say any details. He just said that he felt like lying on the bed, 10 the sheets up over his head, and staying there for a few years. I knew exactly11 he felt. Before he left, I handed him a bag with his coffee. He looked at me 12 because he hadn't ordered anything but the coffee. He opened the bag and saw that I had given him his favorite cookies. “It's on me.” I told him.

    The next day that customer came again. 13ordering anything, he 14 me a pink rose and a thank-you note saying that not too many people took the time to care about15 and that he was 16 there were still people like me in the world.

    As time went on, I came across many 17customers. But anytime I felt 18, I thought of that little 19. Then I would smile, hold my head up high, clear my20 and ask politely, “How can I help you?”

    Years ago I was hiking (徒步旅行) in the Himalayas and had made the mistake of changing a large amount of money into the local currency(货币). As I walked through the villages of the Annapurnas, it soon became 1that the people were too poor to 2 even the simplest 3. They had nothing. This meant that it was no use carrying the wad(捆) of 4 in my pack and I was a virtual(虚拟的) walking 5 compared to the local people. I grew to 6 the money and it was 7 to have it in my bag. This led to a remarkable experience that 8 me deeply and its 9 has never left me.

    On this particular day I was left behind by my fellow hikers and found myself in a valley. As I made myself down, I noticed a young girl of around 13 10 some sheep. Like so many of the children of the amazing Nepalese people, she was very beautiful. I couldn't 11 looking at her and she looked at me. As I approached her she suddenly rushed 12 to me, and without a 13, handed me a flower. She 14 at me for a tiny moment and then she ran away. The spirit in this lovely child had responded to something she saw in me and her first 15 was to find something to 16 . Due to her 17 , there was nothing she had 18 a single flower. The 19 of my bag was never heavier than at this moment and I had just received one of the most valuable 20 I have ever had in my life.

    Without warning, my father would knock on the door in the middle of night, drunken and begging my mother to open it. Later on, they lived their 1 lives and my mother was 2my family independently.

    My father was always claiming he had been planning to do something for us, but he had no  3. The man who was 4 to love us, in fact, lacked the 5 of what it truly meant to love a child.

    Maybe it was his complicated relationship to his father that made him 6. Maybe it was the pain 7 with a life of misfortune. Who knows? Whatever it was, it stole him from us, and 8 from me. Not understanding me, he simply 9 me—not just emotionally, but 10 as well. Never once did he hug me.

    My best memories of him were from his 11 at participation. Once every month or two, he would 12 and drive us to Trucker's Paradise. To me, the games were fun but easily forgotten. It was the 13 of my father that was most treasured.

    It wasn't until I was much older that I would find evidence of my father's love.

    When my favorite personal computer came onto the market, I convinced myself that I had to have it even though its price was far 14 my mother's reach. I mowed （割草）every yard I could find that summer, 15 it still wasn't enough. Then my dad agreed to help me 16the rest of the money by selling watermelons. This was the first time that I had ever spent time alone with him. He laughed and repeatedly 17 me as “my boy”, a phrase he relayed with a sense of 18.

    It just goes to show that however distant the father and however broken the 19, there is still a need for even the smallest bit of 20 of a father's love. Although he had never told me that he loved me, I would regard that day as the greatest evidence of that fact.