阅读下面材料，根据其内容和所给段落开头语续写两段，使之构成一篇完整的短文。
Mama was calling to me. I started awake, realizing it must be almost midnight. “Mary,” she said, “where’s your homework?” Then I remembered. I had not finished it. I had not left my completed papers on the kitchen table, where she could see from the last of three jobs that she held. “Oh, Mama, I fell asleep,” I told her weakly.
“Well, you’d better get up now and finish your work. Your studies come first!” she said. I dragged (拖) myself out of bed, found my books and set out to work. As I did so, I could not help grumbling (抱怨). Why me? Why did she always seem to pick me out, for such treatment? Those feelings were nothing new, but I did not give voice to them.
Mama had given me one gift, however, I had the habit of happiness, so even if my small world was not fully sunny, neither was it sad. I also loved to talk, a character not always appreciated by Miss Jordan, my tenth-grade strict English teacher. She was very thin and wore her hair pulled back.
One day in her class I was so busy talking that I didn’t realize she had stopped teaching and was glaring (瞪眼) at me. “Young lady, I would like to see you after school.”
Later Miss Jordan explained that when she was talking she expected me to listen. “For punishment I want you to write a thousand-word article on education and its influence on society,” she said, “and turn it in by next Wednesday.”
Well, I finished it on time. I was confident. It was a good paper. Next day in class, however, she called me forward and returned my paper. “Go back and rewrite it,” she said. “Remember, each paragraph is supposed to begin with a topic sentence.” When she returned my paper a second time, she corrected the spelling. The third time, the grammar. The fourth time, it was rhetoric (修辞). The fifth time, it wasn’t neat enough. I was sick. The sixth time, I rewrote the whole paper slowly, in ink. When she saw it, she smiled. She finally accepted the paper. After that, I put the whole thing out of my mind.
注意：1. 续写词数应为150左右；
2. 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
One day, Miss Jordan came into the class and said, “Class, do you still remember an essay contest held citywide?”
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