一封来自美国的信

2005-10-10 星期一(Monday) 多云
 
  《我们》第九期,2005年10月10日

标题:一封来自美国的信
作者:张旭,英文名George,原本在平和就读,去年初三毕业以后去了美国。

Hi. I am George Zhang, a student graduated from Pinghe middle school. I really love Pinghe. It was a place that I would never forget. It was a place that I hung on with my friends and did something against school rules. I still could remember that Hill and I escaped from school to buy some snack from the supermarket nearby during weekdays and were caught three times. It was so fun to do something that could drive your teachers crazy. The study in Pinghe really helped me a lot. I couldn’t imagine how hard the courses were which I had now if I didn’t go to Pinghe. I should thank those teachers a lot who had spent time and energy on me. I learned tons of knowledge and wisdom, especially English. Many thanks to Ms. Xu ( Xu Ping) who is my first English teacher in Pinghe. She encouraged me all the time, swore to me when I wasn’t doing my work, and talked to me as a friend. It was not easy to do so because I attended Ping He as an English loser. She was a teacher worth missing. Sue(Su Chengjie) taught me the 8th and 9th grade. Unlike other teachers, Sue was not a teaching machine. In fact, she was the most emotional teacher I had ever met. She would beat you up, if you just stood up, saying nothing when you were answering Sue’s question. Sue had a very fantastic system for rewarding and punishing, which helped me so much to understand the system in my present school. Sue also taught me what was a real human being. Here is a slang that could tell you exactly what it was : “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” Under Sue’s domination, I made the biggest improvement (not only English but also my understanding of human senses, life, and dictatorship) in Pinghe. I got my visa one month after I attended high school in Pudong, so I went to America. During the flight, I first tried to read a handbook about some school rules, failed. I couldn’t focus on it because so many things disturbed me. I was really worried about if I would succeed in the US. Could I make some daily conversation? Would my classmates be racists and be mean to me? Can I get along with my roommate? Would I be allured by the drugs? Would I fail some subject because of not good enough English? Would I feel comfortable of the new life style? How should I behave that I would not lose Chinese people’s faces? Would everything be screw-up and I figure out that suck at life? Simply, there were no answers could be found before I got to that school. After 14 hours flight, I arrived at JFK airport in NYC at noon.. The driver who picked me up in the airport was an old man with average height and white hair. I was surprised how strong he was when He lifted up my suitcases with single hand which I even couldn’t do it easily with both of my hands. I noticed that he was a very big guy with such strong arms and legs. His arms were almost triple size of mine! At about two o’clock, we reached my school. Mr. Robinson who was an admission officer welcomed me warmly. He treated me a dinner. It is true that I chose to go abroad to study although it’s not a popular idea that a graduated middle school student go to the US to further the study. The hardest thing in life is to decide which bridge to cross and which to burn. I finally decide I will be the man who do not follow where the path lead and go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.

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