My Plan for Senior English Learning

Sara and Vivian had different attitudes to studies. Sara took studies seriously white Vivian never considered studies important.

It was Monday morning and the start of their term assessments (评估) As usual. Sara got up early, freshened up and after breakfast, she left for school,

Sara was confident about her preparations as she had studied the whole weekend, but a bit nervous like everyone during the exam time,

On the other hand, Vivian wasn't prepared for her exams and was careless as ever. She had spent the whole weekend with her family at the beach. She really had fun and so she was excited to tell this to her friends.

That day also, Vivian got up late and therefore did everything in a hurry. She rushed to the school to get a seat beside Sara or any other good student in the class so that she could ask them to show her the answer sheet. Luckily, she found an empty chair beside Sara in the examination room.

She gave a smile to Sara and asked in a low voice if she could show her the answer sheet, To her surprise, Sara refused at once. Vivian was very surprised because she hadn't expected that.

When the exam started, Vivian tried to peep (偷看) at sara's paper while Sara kept hiding her answers. But it was impossible for Sara to keep hiding answers while still writing. Thus forgetting her peeping friend, she completed her paper and left the alas room.

Vivian copied almost all the answers from Sara and was expecting good grades. Sara didn't like Vivian's attitude and was angry with her. She didn't speak to her after that.

After one week, the results were announced and the papers were handed back to the students. Sara got first place in the exam while Vivian failed.

Vivian was surprised.

Sara looked at Vivian's test paper and found that Vivian had written everything wrong .

I was an average student in my early elementary years. I came home with a steady flow of B’s, C’s and the occasional F’s in second language subjects. I was told that I wasn’t applying myself and, as every report card I ever brought home clearly stated, I talked too much.

I didn’t write when I was supposed to write. I talked to others while the teacher was giving instructions. That I could recite what she had said to the class while I was talking was not helpful because I had a negative effect on my classmates’ learning. So I regularly brought home disappointing report cards.

My parents and my teachers didn’t know what to do with me. Punishments didn’t seem to work. Rewards didn’t seem to either. And, frankly, I don’t think I knew what I could do to “apply myself”. And I certainly didn’t know how to not enjoy talking with my classmates! What I knew was that I talked too much. Until grade 5.

That autumn, we had a sudden change in teachers as our elderly teacher took a medical leave. In his place, a young substitute (代课老师) arrived — Mrs Royal. She looked like she was freshly out of university and seemed too young to be cast in the role of being responsible for a class of tween, but there she was, charged with a lively group, and me.

I don’t remember many details of that year except the afternoon when I got my first report card from her. She handed out the report cards right after the afternoon break and invited us to look them over. Then she let us know that we could all talk quietly amongst ourselves while she called each student up one at a time, in alphabetical order (按字母顺序), to discuss our report cards with her.

I looked over my report card, expecting the usual result.

Then it was my turn to talk with her.