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　　It was no wonder I was not looking forward to entering ninth grade．High school is well known for being a battleground, where everyone seems to be 　　1　　 through physical changes, emotional mood swings, and low self-esteem．For me, 　　2　　 was my punishment。

　　I had always felt insecure and out of 　　3　　 as one of the 　　4　　 members of my class, standing a head above the other girls and stooping(屈身)at the 　　5　　 of the line to avoid sticking 　　6　　．I especially hate being around large groups of people, like during the social hour after services at my church．　　7　　 the prayers were finished, I would leave as quickly as possible so I could 　　8　　 other well-meaning congratulations,“Ruthie!Look how tall you're getting!”

　　My grandfather would watch me 　　9　　 increasingly uncomfortable, but he did not 　　10　　 at my self-consciousness or try to comfort me．　　11　　, he would remind me．“Stand straight and tall,”he would say, as I unsuccessfully tried to shrink(缩短)myself．Moreover, each time, I would sheepishly comply(答应)．Even at age 15, I understood that his advice was about 　　12　　 than just feet and inches．

　　My grandfather grew up in war-torn Europe．When German soldiers 　　13　　 his hometown, He wound up joining the Soviet army to 　　14　　 his country's freedom．“Stand straight, stand tall,”meant something else back then．

　　　　15　　 the war, he boarded a boat for 　　16　　, and on January 27, 1947, he stepped onto the dock in Manhattan．He was hungry and 　　17　　 from seasickness．All alone in a new country, he was 　　18　　 about his future．Still, he marched head-on into the streets of New York．Soon he met 　　19　　 European immigrants, each of them trying to find his or her own way．If they could do it, why couldn't he?“Stand straight, stand tall,”he would remind himself．He felt his faith 　　20　　．When he walked into the church that first time, he walked in proudly．

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　　It was no wonder I was not looking forward to entering ninth grade．High school is well known for being a battleground, where everyone seems to be 　　1　　 through physical changes, emotional mood swings, and low self-esteem．For me, 　　2　　 was my punishment．

　　I had always felt insecure and out of 　　3　　 as one of the 　　4　　 members of my class, standing a head above the other girls and stooping(屈身)at the 　　5　　 of the line to avoid sticking 　　6　　．I especially hate being around large groups of people, like during the social hour after services at my church．　　7　　 the prayers were finished, I would leave as quickly as possible so I could 　　8　　 other well-meaning congratulations,“Ruthie!Look how tall you're getting!”

　　My grandfather would watch me 　　9　　 increasingly uncomfortable, but he did not 　　10　　 at my self-consciousness or try to comfort me．　　11　　, he would remind me．“Stand straight and tall,”he would say, as I unsuccessfully tried to shrink(缩短)myself．Moreover, each time, I would sheepishly comply(答应)．Even at age 15, I understood that his advice was about 　　12　　 than just feet and inches．

　　My grandfather grew up in war-torn Europe．When German soldiers 　　13　　 his hometown, He wound up joining the Soviet army to 　　14　　 his country's freedom．“Stand straight, stand tall,”meant something else back then．

　　　　15　　 the war, he boarded a boat for 　　16　　, and on January 27, 1947, he stepped onto the dock in Manhattan．He was hungry and 　　17　　 from seasickness．All alone in a new country, he was 　　18　　 about his future．Still, he marched head-on into the streets of New York．Soon he met 　　19　　 European immigrants, each of them trying to find his or her own way．If they could do it, why couldn't he?“Stand straight, stand tall,”he would remind himself．He felt his faith 　　20　　．When he walked into the church that first time, he walked in proudly．

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