At the end of the term, our ethics(伦理学) professor gave us a test. He had told us (expect) one and had warned us it would be included in the final grade.
The test began. Sure enough, I was confident that I finished all the questions after forty (minute) except the very last one: What is the name of the woman who cleans the lecture hall?
I thought it was joke. I'd seen the woman many times. She'd been working in the building for at least a year. She is short dark hair, in her fifties, and we'd even smiled at each other once or twice. But I didn't know (she) name because I'd never thought of asking her. I handed in my test paper and the last question (leave) unanswered-hoping the final result wouldn't be influenced too (bad) because of it. But then one student put up his hand. He hadn't finished the test, "I'm just wondering," he said, "will it really change my grade if I don't complete the last question?" "Certainly," our professor (smile).
"In your future jobs ..."
I've never forgotten that lesson, I also learned that the cleaner's name was Sherry.
her mother done by the time she got up?
When I got home, my mother cooked dinner.
No, .
has Jim owned the backpack?
I was about to go up to my office I decided to get a coffee first.
Some people the building when the earthquake happened.
Let me to the station.
When he came into the classroom, he that he his backpack.
I got to the station, the train .
I got up late because my alarm clock .
It was the end of August. It was also the end of my soccer life and even the use of my arm. It was a match against Saugus High School. Before half-time (中场休息) , the score was 4-0. Suddenly I had a feeling that something was about to go very wrong. A voice was telling me not to play at that time, but I had to win!
I threw the ball to one of my teammates, but the star player from Saugus got the ball and I began to run at full speed. I got the ball, but also hit the player with it on purpose.
A large player from Saugus saw what I did to his teammate and got angry. Instead of tackling（抢球）, he went just for my legs, and got my arm. My wrist (手腕) got stuck and I felt it broken like a weak stick. I was told by the doctor of Boston Children's Hospital that “It is the worst break I have ever seen”. He continued to say that I should not play soccer for at least a year.
At first I was lost, angry and in pain. But then I learned that I am more than just an athlete (运动员) . When I paid attention to schoolwork instead of soccer, I actually did very well. I also had more time to spend with my family and non-soccer friends. Now I am at peace with the accident. My future is bright and I am trying to succeed in everything.
