When I was about twelve, I suddenly developed a great passion for writing poetry．I gave up all my other 1 , such as playing computer games, 2 foreign coins and stamps, and spent all my spare time reading poetry and writing it．This habit of writing poetry on every possible 3 soon got me into trouble at school．If a lesson did not interest me, I would take out my note-book and start writing poems in class．Of course ,I did this very 4 , but it was not long before I got 5 ．One day while l was busy writing a poem during a geography lesson, I looked up to find the teacher standing over me, staring with anger because I was not 6 ttention．He tore the poem up, with a 7 not to waste time in his lesson．All the same I was convinced that I had written a good poem, so that evening I wrote it out again from memory．Not long after, I read about a poetry contest and I decided to send in my poem．Weeks later, long after I had given up hope, I got a letter informing me I had won first 8 ．Everyone at school was very impressed-except the geography teacher, who 9 me more carefully than ever．He was quite 10 that I was not going to write poetry in his lesson!
ionship by himself. It is only later when he has aged and been through many battles 36 he learns an important lesson: there is no “I” in “team”.
than just teammates. They are 53 . 
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