I teach at a middle school. One evening, I received a message from a boy who found someone had written a very _________ message on his locker. He took a picture of it and sent it to me asking for _________.

A few hours later, I _________ that on his Instagram he had posted that picture and asked if anyone_________ who had done it.

Well, the next day, the boy came to me with another boy. The boy who had received the message showed me the _________ he had received. This was a heartfelt(真诚的) apology. I asked him if he knew who had done it, then the other boy replied _________, “It was me. I don’t know why I did it, but I know it was_________.So I wrote him this note. I _________ wanted to do something to try to make up for my meanness.”

My heart felt full of _________ for this boy. I told him how __________he was to admit his mistake and how amazing it was that he did something __________to correct his mistake. I__________the boy who had received the note and asked him if he could __________ that boy. Without hesitation, he said，“Yes.”

I think it is normal that middle school students make __________ because of their age. They are stuck between being __________and grown-ups. But these two boys showed me that coming forward when someone was__________was important, and coming forward to__________one’s mistake was also important. They both showed bravery and kindness in a __________ way I would not have expected. Every day I am __________that although I am an educator, my students truly __________ me.

Anxiety is a weight that I have always carried. Once, in my first grade, I had to read a book to the whole class. With _______, I walked up to the front slowly. I hadn’t _______ it to the second page when the tears started. I tried to _______, but my teacher’s glare kept me rooted to the seat. Since then the front of the classroom has stayed a major _______ of stress for me.

Later, I was _______ a bad situation. I was consumed with _______ whenever I prepared for a presentation. I _______got sleepless, worrying about the quality. I simply_______the reality until the last minute. When a teacher _______ a project, I also got nervous, but not for the same ____________ as my classmates. They feared the hard work, while I was terrified of walking to the front to ____________.

It was funny that one single emotion ____________ a complete disaster for me. It doesn’t sound so ____________ because everyone gets nervous and public speaking is the number one fear! ____________, social anxiety isn’t just a fear of public speaking. For someone, taking a test or making a decision to quit a group can ____________ anxiety. For me, anxiety is being ____________ of trying new things because if I don’t know what to expect, I might make a fool of myself, which is worse than a ____________ life, at least in the moment.

My family’s love saved me. After accepting that this is just me, I didn’t ____________. And I also made some friends in my class. Now, I raise my hand, even when I lack____________ in my answer. And I participate in class, even if it is in a more ____________ manner than others. And what matters is that I’m now improving little by little.

“You are the kind of person who will become a great doctor someday.” My mother whispered these last words of ______ as I approached the front door to go to school. The subject of my future, bound to be in the ______ profession, seemed to always come up whenever I came into contact with her. I ______ the idea of becoming a doctor because of the amount of work, effort and time you had to invest. The idea of ______ in biology and attending graduate school just did not seem to ______ me. Stepping out of the house, I replied perfunctorily (敷衍地), “______.Mother”

The day began like any other school day, ______ students trying to get to their lockers and talking about the exams they would take.______, with all my strength, I was able to squeeze my way through to get to my biology class and take my usual ______.We listened to the teacher’s lecture and ______ all the necessary notes from the whiteboard.

After several minutes, I looked up from my ______. As I gave out my loud, daily ______, my teacher decided to do something different. She ______ us to a middle-aged gentleman, who was a doctor. She told us he was going to lecture on his accomplishments. I felt excited about the opportunity to ______ someone else for a change. I tried my best to ______ what he was saying. “Firstly, I had no idea what I wanted to study in college. I never thought I would choose to become a doctor ______ I met this guy in my senior year. He talked to me...” His ______ began building small blocks of interest within me. I listened ______, gathering every bit of information.

Now here I was, deciding what major I wanted to study. Without any ______, I chose to major in biology. This time, no one was ______ me. This was all voluntary.