I always dreamed of being a writer.______,I was standing in a class of wild 14-year-old girls as they threw paper and howled with laughter. My efforts at______were hopeless. When the bell finally rang,I______to the staff room, red with anger. The other teachers weren't______ ."That's 4B, the worst class in school,"one said.

I was in fear of our next meeting，but I couldn't______ .I needed the job.So，_____formal lessons，I brought topics for class discussions.One of the liveliest talks was about the______with their parents.They focused and shared their stories about families with little money and big problems.So I had the girls write them down.Gradually，their essays became a________between us.

The______My Fair Lady was playing.They lived nearby but they had never seen a______ stage performance.I asked if they'd like to see it.They thought I was joking______no teacher had ever suggested taking them out.A few weeks later，4B and I were sitting in the theater enjoying the play.It was the______of their year.

Near the end of the semester，someone knocked on the door.The two most rebellious（叛逆的） ______ were there-with flowers.I was proud to know I had______their lives.For the first time，I started writing.My first story was______，My Fair Ladies.

In the second year of my high school, I went abroad to continue my education. Shortly after I settled down with my host family, an Italian girl _________ too. Since the house had limited space, we _________ together. My negative view on roommates started from that moment. My roommate liked to invite friends over and hold parties, but I preferred _________ home by myself. Then _________ started to appear, and I told myself that I never wanted a roommate again.

Unfortunately, life quickly _________ me when I went to college. It required all first-year students to live on _________, which meant I had to live with someone I didn’t know. From that point on, I began to _________. When I talked to my future roommate Lily for the very first time, I tried my best to smile and nod to hide my nervousness. When she invited me to have lunch, I was completely _________. I told myself that I should step out of my comfort _________, even though I could clearly hear my heart beating through my chest. I considered it for a long time, and finally, I accepted her __________.

After we __________ together for a few weeks, I got to know Lily already owned a small business selling snacks, while I kept __________ to set goals. One night, she asked me what I wanted to do for my career. I looked into her eyes for a long time, and then said, “I don’t know.” “Don’t worry! We will work together, and I’ll help you __________ what you are passionate about,” she said in a gentle voice. Under her __________, I found my interest and knew what I wanted to be after graduation. Thanks to her, I felt having a roommate could be so __________.

Growing up, I’ve always had a special fondness for my English teachers. Each new _________, I was so excited to meet my new teachers, but never once did I _________ finding a teacher like Mr. Zelcer.

Before I entered my senior year, I heard stories about Mr. Zelcer and his class, where too many students crowded. I always wanted to know how _________ his class was. So of course, I went to class that first day with _________. It was in that class that I felt my _________ about education became different. It was the guidance of Mr. Zelcer that allowed me to open my eyes.

The goal of his class wasn’t _________ to teach us how to pass the exam. It didn’t _________ the fact that promised us to get an A in the end. It was to teach us how to be human. We never _________ the process of learning and simply living in the moment because of the heavy school work. But he _________ that.

He __________ that each student needed different things to succeed, so he let each of us go on our own paths — something I’d never seen a teacher do before. It sounded __________, but it did work miracles. Mr. Zelcer isn’t just an English teacher to me, but a guide.

Senior year is a(n) __________ time for all students as it’s one of the biggest parts of college admission. What surprised me was that even during the days I desperately wanted to go home, I always found __________ in his classroom. His passion for teaching was excellent, so he always __________ the room after a long day.

Learning under Mr. Zelcer is something I’ll never forget. He deserves to be __________ for his work and the impact he has on his students.