小哭注：爸爸看过女儿的作文后跟我说， 这孩子的自信可能来得有点没根基。她才有一次在美国转学的经历，就拿到第二次上来用，可能行不通啊。我说难道你希望看到她对学校充满了不喜欢吗？孩子对新学校有期待是件好事啊。可是，不到一天，新的作文出炉，让我很详细地明白了女儿为什么对新学校评价这么低。嗯，不管怎么说，她没有丧失信心，还在最后引用圣经的句子，让自己坚持并且有盼望。看到她两句短短的结尾，当时我的眼泪就下来了。心想，难道这还不算一个神迹吗？这是一个一年前拒绝进华人教会的孩子吗？
而且，她在文中提到感谢我为她做早餐，我觉得真的值了。本来我是不给他们做早餐的，因为我起来得比他们全部都晚，可是为了孩子能够适应新学校，每天我都成了第一个起床的人了，想不到这一点点的付出孩子都看在眼里写在文里是。惭愧，我竟然还老是跟她大吼大叫地，我哭去了......
My First Day At HMS
My first day at HMS was absolutely horrible. It was the worst day of this whole entire year, and that’s including my time in China. Of course, all that is just because I’m new, because everyone else certainly didn’t look like they’re being tortured (unless they’re as good at hiding it as I am). Why don’t I start the story with the start of the day, so all you can understand how terribly awful my first day was.
I woke up to the riiiiiiiiiing of my alarm clock. Oh, how noisy it is! There was nothing else on my mind other than the impulse to just get rid of the annoyance. It was freezing in my room, so I sat up as fast as I could, put my hand over the bell of the clock, and fumbled in the dark for that little ‘off’ switch. It was six in the morning, and I know I have to get up for my first day of school or be late. It’s not that I’m too tired. Trust me, after having five alarm ring in five different places in the room in the course of five minutes, I’m not in the mood to just go back to sleep anymore (which is why I do it). However, I’m not in the mood to get up either. It’s comfortable and warm under the covers, while it’s cold, cold, cold everywhere else. So it’s not really the sleep that’s preventing me from changing out of my PJs, it’s the temperature.
When I finally did get up and did all the morning stuff, I was very grateful that my mom already made breakfast and everything. I just want to really thank my mom for doing all that for me six in the morning, because I’ve learned, the hard way, just how hard to get up at that time. I can’t say how glad and grateful I am that my parents, expecially my mom, is willing to do all that just so I don’t have to force myself out of bed. So, after mentally cursing myself for my selfishness, I ate breakfast and went to school.
At school, I got introduced to the Principal and got my locker, blah, blah, blah, all that boring first day-stuff. I’m not really upset about any of that. During that time, I inspected the school and found it to be very….unappealing. The halls turned this way and that, having almost no patterens to them. Everything looked very messy and not neat and orderly like Brooks (my old school). The disorganization, plus how old and used everything looked, made the school seem very bad. I know I shouldn’t judge the school by it’s looks, but who wants to study in a messy school? Even Brooks, when I first saw it, was clean, nice, new, and very geometric. One main hallway, locker bays on one side with the main subject classrooms, and elective classes and recreational stuff on the other side. It was very organized, and all I needed to do was memorize the pattern. With this school? Nah, not so much.
My first class was Spanish. I had my doubts when I went in there because I haven’t truly “learned” any Spanish before. My only Spanish teacher have a very jumbled memory, and we can never learn anything. I thought I would fail the class, but it turned out that this teacher was very nice! She was old, but has a bright attitude and a perky spirit, which profoundly boosted my confidence. I loved her class immediately. It was the friendlist class in my whole day, and she was the friendlist teacher. No complaints there.
After that I have Math. When I went in, the teacher was like: “Do I know you? Who are you?” Then she started talking to the class about her favorite music and started to play it on her computer. After almost a full minute, she finally looked back at me and said: “Are you a new student? I don’t have a new student!” I tried to answer but she went back to saying “Ooooo, I love that song too! You know what, I spet the whole winter break watching that movie…..” After maybe five minutes since I walked into class, I got settled into a seat at last. She was pretty nice to me afterwards. However, that first conversation between us left a very bad impression on me. She was loud. She cared more about sharing her favorite song instead of helping the new student. She’s uncaring. She didn’t appologize, meaning she’s usually like this. She’s…the list goes on and on as I gathered her personality through the class. All in all, I think she would be a better salesperson than a math teacher (that’s just my opinion of her now).
Language Arts came next. The class is alright. The teacher is alright. A bit boring, but that’s fine. I’m used to that. I won’t pay too much attention on that class since it passed on my mental list. After ELA came Tech. I immediately got invited by a group of girls to join their group. Having nowhere else to go, I joined. They were doing a radio show. I though great, I like TV media, so I’m glad I’m in this group, not working on whatever like the rest of the class. Then I saw what they were working on. Rocket. AHHHHHHH!!!! Rockets are way more fun than radio! I had maybe a 1 out of 10 chance of getting in the radio group, but I did! I can’t say anything good about my “luck” other than if the Lord wanted me there, I’ll stay.
The rest of the day wasn’t as bad as the beginning. Social Studies, we did a Geography Bee, where the winner goes to the grade-wide Bee, then the school-wide Bee. I think I’ll do a pretty good job, since I’ve prayed numerously for God to help me. Even if I don’t win, I’ll feel good because that’s the way God wanted it.
Gym….eh, okay. Volleyball was fine. I realized I’m actually pretyt good at it. Science was fine too. We watched a very interesting movie about Mount Everest. I’ll have to say the other half of my day was way better than the first half.
The bus was better than I though. I sat in the back (only few seats left), and just when the bus was about to start an 8th grade boy sprinted on and sat next to me. I realized he’s Chinese. There’s a lot of Chinese/Japnese/Korean people in this school, almost no black people. Back to the story. He said hi, I said hi and asked him which stop he gets off, he said first stop, I said oh, and that was it. All the conversation I had on the bus. I was too busy watching the different stops to talk. At least nobody started behaving badly.
Right now, I think back on my day, maybe it’s not so bad afterall. Anyway, either bad or good, I know that the Lord is with me and He will lead me through the year. I’ve prayed and put my faith in Him, and I know He don’t fail me. That’s the only thing that’s keeping me from mourning about Brooks and hating the new school. As bad as it feels now, God will make it better.
“You therefore must endure hardship as a good soldier of Jesus Christ
—Timothy 2:3
“For He Himself has said, “I will never leave you or forsake you.””
—Hebrews 13:5
海云，精彩的还在后面：）我要在系列的最后上传那个最震撼我心的一篇。
| 百草园 (2013-01-13 17:24:54) |
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读完没觉得这一天有什么不对的，所有的class都是第一次，老师也许有不同的个性，但都很正常啊。 |