learning how to see Words


    Each time we see the familiar or same thing,we should see something new.

    In high school,I had a teacher who made me aware of this concept,although it took many years before I appreciated it fully.

    One day,Mrs. Lambert,my English teacher,brought in several baskets filled with all kinds of stuff. Each of us took something and wrote a composition about it for homework. The next day,the baskets reappeared,and we were instructed to select the same object. This time we had to write a composition about the object without repeating anything from the first one.

    Over the next few days the same thing happened,with each day bringing an increasing sense of (失意) as we tried to see something new in a familiar object. I will never forget the last piece I wrote about my blue and white Delft fisher boy. After struggling to find something different to say,I got inspired to write a poem. It allowed me to see beyond the porcelain ( figure and into the 從sence (本质) of the character. Mrs. Lambert had shown me how to use my own eyes and creativity to see what I otherwise would have looked at and dismissed.

    Fifty years later,as I remember Mrs. Lambert,I wonder,are schools today showing kids how to use their own eyes to see beyond the superficial and into the essence of things? This,I believe,is the most important lesson a child can take into adulthood.

True (T) or False (F) :

1. Mrs. Lambert used to give her students too much homework.()

2. It can be inferred from the text that the author is thankful to Mrs. Lambert. ()

    I was seated in a comer of the classroom,feeling lost. My parents had removed me from my old village school to this boarding school. I missed my old friends. There was now no warm home to rush back to after class and no one to share tales with.

    Just then there was a loud cheer from my classmates — a tall,slim teacher in a shirt and a skirt came by and said that the maths teacher was absent (不在的) .She then suggested we do some activities on our own without making any noise. I soon learnt that this was Miss Thomas,better known as the Sports Miss.

    The girls soon crowded in small groups. Some chatted while others read books or wrote something. With nothing better to do,I pulled out a sheet of paper and drew hills aimlessly,covered with pa/ms (掠榈 树) ,the path that led to my old school and my teacher with her long hair. As I was devotedly drawing,I found Miss Thomas standing by my side. She quickly took the paper to the teacher s desk.

   “Girls,do you see this picture?” she asked. “We have a little artist among us!” I nearly died of shyness. She then made me describe my drawing. After waiting for a while,I managed that. “Now,everybody congratulates Suchitra ,” Miss Thomas told the class.

    Many of them then came forward,shook my hand and smiled at me. Immediately,I found the world was a much better place!Actually,my art was nothing special. But Miss Thomas’ s action broke the ice and gave me confidence that never left.

    To?ay,forty years later,my schoolmates from that school remain my closest friends. If I have achieved something in life,I owe it to my school,its loving teachers,especially Miss Thomas,a sports teacher who came to me by chance one morning.

1. When Suchitra studied in his village school,he

   A. had few friends

   B. liked telling stories

    C. didn't like his teachers

   D. went home after school

2. In the maths class,Suchitra

   A. read a book

   B. drew a picture

    C. wrote a short article   

    D. chatted with his classmates

3. Why did Suchitra feel shy when Miss Thomas : showed his work?

   A. He wasn't confident. 

   B. He was against school rules. 

    C. Miss Thomas laughed at him.

   D. His pictures were about Miss Thomas.

4. What probably happened after the maths class?

   A. Many students envied Suchitra.

   B. Suchitra decided to give up drawing.

    C. Suchitra made more and more friends.

   D. Miss Thomas began teaching Suchitra maths.

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