Last Day
MyfirstyearofteachingItaughttwoclassesofseventhgraders,andtheexperienceexceededmyexpectations.Iwasinlovewithteaching.Astheendoftheyearapproached,Ibecameincreasinglynostalgic①.Havingspentsomuchtimewiththestudents,Icouldhardlybearthethoughtofthesummerwithoutthem.Ihadwatchedthemmatureastheydealtwithjuniorhighschoolexperiences,suchashavingmorethanoneteacher,changingclassrooms,andhavinglockers.Asafirstyearteacher,Ihadgonethroughagrowthexperiencemyself.AsIdrovebackandforthtoschooleachdayduringthatlastweek,Ireminisced②abouttheeventsoftheyear.IrecalledtheproblemsthestudentshadhadwiththeirlockersbackinSeptember.Beforehomeroom,IstoodjustoutsidemyclassroomdoorincaseIwasneeded,watchingasthestudentsstruggledeverymorningwiththelockersthatlinedthecorridor.“CanIhelpyou?”IaskedafrustratedboynamedDeweywholookedlikehewantedtocry.Ofcourse,thatwasntpossiblewithhisfriendswatching.“Everyonehastriedtoopenmylocker,Mrs.Walker.Ithinkitsbroken.”“Whatsthecombination?”Iasked.Usingthenumbershegaveme,InarratedthemethodologyforopeninglocksasIdemonstrated③.ToDeweysamazement,thelockeropened.“Youaretheonlyonewhocanopenit,”hesaidwithadmiration.Feelingnecessaryandimportant,Imovedontothenextstudentinneed,thrilledwithbeingateacherandbeingabletohelpmystudentssolvetheirproblems.Thatlastweek,Ialsorecalledmysmallvictories,likethetimeIdcasuallywritten“good”atthetopofDebbieshomework.AsIpassedbacktheassignmentsthenextday,Inoticedherstaringatherpaperinadaze④.“Issomethingwrong?”Iasked,walkingbacktoherdesk.ShepointedatthewordIhadwritten.“Nooneeverwrotethatonmypaperbefore,”shesaid.AtfirstIthoughtshewasputtingmeon.ThenIrealized,sadly,thatshewasnot.“Youdidagoodjob,”Iassuredher.Assheproudlyshowedherpapertotheotherstudentsaroundher,ImadeamentalnotetowriteasmanynicethingsasIcouldonmystudentspapers.Now,inJune,IhadtosaygoodbyetothekidsIhadcometolove.IdgrownparticularlyfondofagirlnamedAnne.Havingskippedayearinelementaryschool,atageten,Annewasboththeyoungestmemberoftheclassandthemostmature.Everydayshewouldcomebyafterschooltochatwithme.Sheamazedmebyrevealingthatshewasafan,asIwas,ofthepoetJohnDonne.Onthoselastfewdaysbeforesummerbreak,Iruminated⑤aboutthethingsIhadlearnedthatyearaboutchildren,realizationsneverdiscussedinmycollegeeducationcourses.Discoveringthatmanystudentsgenuinelydislikedschoolhadcomeasthebiggestsurpriseofall.BecausevirtuallyallofmyfriendsandIhadlovedschool,Inaivelyassumedthatmostofmystudentswould,too.Luckily,myenthusiasmcarriedovertothekidsinmyclassroom.TheyknewIlovedteachingthem,gradingtheirpapers,planningunits,andthinkingupprojects,andtheyknewIwaspleasedwhentheyweresuccessful.Ofcourse,notallofmylessonsweresuccessfulandnotallofmystudentslearnedtoloveschool.Butforthemostpart,welearnedfrom,enjoyed,andrespectedoneanother,andatyearsend,Iwasveryproudofhowfarweallhadcome.Havingbeenresponsibleforthesestudentsforninemonths,InowfeltasthoughIneededtohelppreparethemforthesummerandthenextphaseoftheirlives.Iwantedtosendthemontheirwaywithgoodmemories,soundadvice,andawarmgoodbye.Tothatend,Ipainstakinglycomposedaninsightful,upliftingfarewellspeech⑥.So,IwasntatallreceptivetotheadviceIreceivedfromJeanieLizer,mydepartmentchairperson,onthedaybeforethelastdayoftheyear.Ihadjustdismissedmymorningclassandwasheadingforthefacultyroomforlunch.“Bonnie,wevegottotalk,”JeaniecalledtomeasIpassedbyherdoor.AsIwaitedforhertocatchupwithme,IwonderedwhatIhaddoneorhadntdonetowarrantherserioustone.PerhapsmybookcounthadntbalancedorIhadforgottentocompleteoneoftheyearendreports.“Ineedtosaysomething,”shesaid,hesitantly.“LetmetellyouaboutmylastdayofschoolthefirstyearItaught.”“Everythingsbeengoingfine,”Iinterrupted.“Imnothavingdisciplineproblems.”“No,thatsnotit.”Shepaused,thenquicklyspitoutthewords.“Idontwantyoutobehurt.”Shehadmyattention.“Hurt?Hurt,how?”“Youlovethosekids,andIknowyou.Tomorrowyoullbestandingupinfrontoftheclassgivingatearyspeech,andtheyllbethrowingconfetti⑦andcheeringastheyrunout.”Jeaniehadmepeggedexactly,butIwasimmediatelydefensive.Seeingmyreaction,shetriedadifferentapproach.“Look,youreagoodteacherandthekidslikeyou,buttheyllrunoutanyway.Itsnotpersonal.Ijustwantyoutobeprepared,thatsall.”Wehadreachedthefacultyroomdoorbythen,andtheopportunityforprivateconversationhadpassed.“Okay,”Isaid.“Thanks.”AlthoughmyemotionsandstateofmindhadbeenobvioustoJeanie,untilthatmoment,Iwasunawareofthemmyself.Hottearsfilledmyeyes.“Areyouokay,Bonnie?”Jeanieasked.“Sure.Imfine.”Jeaniecontinuedontotheladiesroom,andIwentintothefacultyroom.Igotmylunchfromtherefrigeratorandasodafromthemachineandchokeddownmyfood.WhenIreturnedtomyroomtomeetwithmyafternoonclass,Iwasuncharacteristicallyquiet.Theungratefullittlesoandsos,Ithoughtangrily,scowling⑧atthestudentsIhadlovedallyearlong.Theywontmissmeforaminute.Seeingtheirsmilingfaces,hearingtheirchatterabouttheirsummerplans,IsuddenlyrealizedthatJeaniewasright.Ifithadbeenthelastdayrightthenandthebellhadrungthatmoment,Iwouldhaveyelled,“Goodriddancetobadrubbish,”andslammedmyrollbookshuttoshowthemthatIdidntcareonebitiftheyevercamebacktomyclass.Whenthebellrang,signalingtheendoftheday,Icoldlyannouncedthattheyweredismissed.Debbiehungbacktofindoutwhatherfinalgradewouldbefortheyear.Findingmeunusuallyunreceptive,shesoonleft.Well,nextyearshewillhavenewteacherstohangaround,Ithoughtbitterly.OnthewayhomefromworkthatdayIrevisedmyfarewellspeech.Thenewonewasdesignedtoseparatemyselffromthemwiththeleastamountofpain.Coulditbetruethattheywouldneverthinkofmeagain?Sure,mostofthemwouldforgetme.Iexpectedthat.ButnotDebbie,whoseconfidenceIdhelpedboost.NotDewey.NotAnne.Thenextdaysoonarrived,andIbracedmyselffortheworst.Igotthroughmymorningclassbystrikingaposeofstrictly“businessasusual.”ThestudentsandIplayedagameofPasswordwiththesciencevocabularywordswedcollectedduringtheyear.Istoodbetweentheplayersinfrontoftheroom,moderatingasIhaddonedozensoftimesbefore.Everyonewaseagertotakeaturn,eventhoughtheywerenolongergettingagradefortheirwork.Thestudentslovedthisgameandhadthewords,thedefinitions,andeventhewinningcluescommittedtomemory.Afewminutesbeforethebellrangandbeforetheywouldleaveforthelasttime,Isawmychancetotakeabreakfromthegame.DespiteJeanieswarning,Iwasdeterminedtomakeafarewellspeech.“Iveenjoyedhavingyouthisyear,”Istarted,thenstoppedtofightthelumpinmythroat.BeforeIcouldcomposemyselfandsaymore,thebellrangandtheyallletoutaloudcheeranddashedoutoftheroom—exactlyasJeaniehadpredicted.Thatshortsentencewasmyentirespeech.Iwasntsurehowmany,ifany,ofthestudentshadevennoticedit.Istoodaloneandpathetic,frontandcenterintheroomwhereIhadheldcourtallyear.Myentouragehadfled.OnlyAnnehungback.“Theyarenotverymature,”shesaidsympathetically,readingmelikeabook.“Ihopeyouhaveawonderfulsummer,Mrs.Walker.”“Youtoo,Anne.”“Seeyounextyear,”shesaid,givingmehopethatmyaffectionformystudentshadnotbeenallonesided.Itookadeepbreathandreadiedmyselftorepeatthewholefarewellprocesswiththeafternoonclass,determinedtobetougher.Iwasaloneforonlyafewsecondsbeforethestudentsboundedin,talkinganimatedlytoeachother.Watchingthem,itoccurredtomethattheseboysandgirlswhohadenteredtheroomasscaredtwelveyearoldsninemonthsearlierwerenowrelaxed,selfassuredteenagers,laughing,joking,andlookingforwardtothecarefreedaysofsummer.IstartedthemonagameofPassword.IsmiledtomyselfwhenIsawClarence,oneofmyproblemstudents,alreadyasleepathisdesk.WhenIspottedachancetomakemyfarewelladdress,ImanagedtogetthroughtwosentencesbeforeIchoked.“Ihopeyouallhaveagoodsummer,”Isaid.“Ihaveenjoyedgettingtoknoweachofyou.”Then,thebellrang,wakingClarence.Withinmoments,theywereallgone.Thelastdayofmyfirstyearofteachingwasover.Likealltrueloves,Iwillneverforgetit.—BonnieL.WalkerNotes:①nostalgic:怀旧的，此处指舍不得离开学生。②reminisce:回首往事，回忆过去的经历或事件③InarratedthemethodologyforopeningthelocksasIdemonstrated.我一边演示，一边讲述开锁的方法。④daze:茫然;迷惑⑤ruminate:反复思考⑥farewellspeech:告别演说⑦confetti:碎花纸，在欢庆时节撒落的彩色碎纸片或纸条⑧scowl:皱眉头；怒目而视
最 后 一 天
初上讲坛的那一年，我教了两个班的七年级学生，结果大出我的意料之外：我爱上了教书这个职业。随着年尾的脚步越来越近，我也变得越来越怀旧，不愿离开自己的学生。和他们朝夕相处这么长时间，我很难想像没有他们的夏日。我曾经看着他们面对初中的新环境，逐渐变得成熟，如：不止一个老师给他们上课，更换教室，学会使用橱柜等。作为一个初上讲坛的老师，我自己也经历了一个成长的过程。最后的那一个星期里，每天我开车往返于学校的路上时，都会回想起一年来和他们相处的点点滴滴。我记起九月份的时候学生们对如何使用橱柜一筹莫展的事来。每天早晨那些学生都会费劲地对付大厅里的那一排橱柜，我进教室之前，就站在门口，看着他们，以便自己能够帮上忙。“怎么回事？”我看着一个叫得维的男孩。他很气馁，一副要哭的样子。当然，他是不会在朋友面前哭出来的。“每个人都尝试过了，瓦尔克老师，我估计坏掉了。”“密码是多少？”我问道。用着他给我的密码，我一边演示，一边讲述开锁的方法。让得维大吃一惊的是，锁开了。“你是唯一能打开这个锁的人。”他崇拜地说。接着，我顺势走向下一个需要帮助的学生。作为老师，能够帮助学生解决他们的问题，我感到很兴奋。关于最后一个星期，我还记得我取得的那些小小的胜利，就像那次我不经意地在笛比的家庭作业上批了个“良好”。第二天我把作业发下去之后，我注意到她盯着自己的作业，一脸茫然！“有什么错吗？”我走到她的座位前问道。她指着我写的那两个字说：“从来没有人在我的作业上下过这样的评语。”起初我还以为她是在跟我开玩笑，接着我才悲哀地意识到她说的是实话。“你做得很好。”我很肯定地说。她骄傲地把自己的作业拿给周围的同学看，我却做了一个心理笔记：以后尽量给学生多下些鼓励性的评语。现在，到了六月份，我就得跟我深爱的孩子们道别了。我特别喜欢一个叫安妮的女孩。她在小学的时候跳过一级，所以十岁的时候，她就成了班上年龄最小，却又最成熟的孩子。每天放学后，她都会顺便过来找我聊天。她向我透露说她自己也正如我一样，是诗人约翰·多恩的崇拜者。这让我大为惊讶。暑假到来前的最后几天里，我反复思考在过去一年里所了解到的、有关孩子们的点点滴滴，有些是在大学的教育学课程里从来没有谈及的。最让我意外的是，很多孩子根本就不喜欢上学。此前，由于基本上我和我所有的朋友都喜欢上学，我便天真地认为大多数孩子也会喜欢上学。幸运的是，我把我的热情成功地带给了班上的所有孩子。他们知道我喜欢给他们上课、批改他们的作业、备课、构思教学计划；同时，他们也知道只要他们学得好，我会很高兴。当然，并不是所有的课都上得很成功，也并不是所有的学生都爱上了学习。然而，对于绝大多数人而言，我们都能互相学习，互相欣赏，互相尊重，于是到年底的时候，我就对我们当前所取得的成功感到无比地自豪。教了他们九个月后，我觉得自己似乎有必要帮助他们为接下来的暑假和下一个人生阶段做好准备。我希望他们在以后的人生征途上能够带上一段美好的回忆，几句金玉良言，以及一个温暖的离别。为此，我精心准备了一个寓意深远、振奋人心的告别演说。因此，我没有接受系主任简妮·里斯的建议。当时，上午的课刚结束，我去教职工办公室吃午饭。“波涅，我们需要谈一谈！”当我从她办公室经过时，简妮叫住了我。等她的那会儿，我忐忑不安地想，我是不是做错了什么事抑或忘记了做什么事才使得她说话的口气如此严肃？我想，或许是我的订书款出了差错，要不就是我忘记完成一篇年底总结报告了吧。“我想说。”她迟疑地说道。“我想告诉你——我第一年教书时最后一天的情形。”“一切都还尽如人意。”我插言道。“学生们很守纪律。”“不，我不是说这个。”她顿了顿，接着很快吐出一句话。“我不想让你难过。”她的话引起了我的注意。“难过？怎么会难过呢？”“你爱这些孩子，我了解你。明天，你会站在讲台上泪光莹莹地讲话，而他们则会抛撒碎纸片，欢呼着冲出教室。”简妮的话确实让我呆在那儿了。但很快我又不以为然。见我如此反应，她便试着改变策略。“听着，你是一个好老师，学生们也很喜欢你。但是，他们还是要冲出去的，这也不是针对你个人的。我只是想让你做好心理准备而已。”当时，我们已经走到教职工办公室门口，没有继续私人谈话的机会了。“好吧。”我说。“谢谢！”尽管我的情绪和心思在简妮看来一览无遗，但直到此时我自己才意识到。我的眼里满含着泪水。“没事吧，波涅？”简妮问道。“没，我没事。”简妮接着去了洗手间，而我则进了教职工办公室。我从冰箱里拿出午饭来，又从机器上打了一瓶汽水，就哽咽地吃起来。下午走进教室上课时，我显得异常地平静。“这些忘恩负义的小家伙们！”我生气地看着这些我爱了一年的学生，怨恨地想。“他们不会有片刻想起我！”看见他们喜气洋洋的面孔，听着他们谈论暑假计划，我忽然意识到简妮说的是对的。如果这天就是最后一天的话，那好得很，等下课铃一响，我就会欢呼：“终于重见天日了。”然后砰的一声合上花名册，好让他们看到我才不在乎他们还来不来上我的课。下课铃响了，一天的学习也结束了，我冷冷地宣布放学。笛比迟迟不走，想看自己的期末考试成绩，发现我一反常态地冷漠后，她也很快离开了。“行，下一年她就会围着新老师转了。”我酸酸地想。回家的路上，我修改了告别演说辞，将分别的痛苦降到了最小。“他们会不会永远都不再想起我呢？当然，他们大多数人都会忘记我。这我可以接受。但是，笛比不会，我帮她拾回了自信；得维不会，安妮也不会。”第二天很快就来到了，我已做好了最坏的打算。上午的课，我循常规按部就班地进行。我和同学们玩了一个字谜游戏，用的单词是一年来收集的科学词汇。就像以前多次玩这个游戏一样，我站在教室前面的选手中间主持着游戏。人人都争先恐后，要玩一轮，尽管这再不会记入他们的成绩。他们都很喜欢这个游戏，将单词、释义，甚至是提示都牢牢地记在了脑海里。下课铃响前几分钟，在他们永远离去之前，我找到了一个机会，打断了游戏，尽管简妮有警告在先，我还是决定作一个告别演说。“教你们这一年我很愉快。”我说了个开场白，然后停下来清清嗓子。当我还没有镇定下来、再说两句的时候，铃声响了起来，接着他们一阵欢呼，然后冲出教室而去——正如简妮所言。这短短的一句话就是我的整个演说。我甚至不知道有多少人——抑或有没有人——注意到了我说的这句话。我一个人站着，环视这个自己主宰了一年的房间，黯然神伤。我的伙伴已逃之夭夭，只有安妮迟迟未动。“他们不怎么懂事。”她同情地说。一动不动地看着我，就像在读一本书。“祝你暑假愉快，瓦尔克老师。”“你也是，安妮。”“明年再见。”她说道。她的话给了我希望，我对学生们的喜爱并非全部没有得到回报。我深吸一口气，做好了下午重复上午的告别程序的准备，同时，我决定自己要坚强一些。上课前，我一个人仅仅待了几秒钟，同学们便冲进了教室，他们活力四射，互相说着话。看着他们，我想到这些12岁大的男孩女孩们九个月前进教室时还是一副胆怯的样子，而现在却已经是收放自如、沉着自信的青少年了。他们大声笑着，开着玩笑，期待着无忧无虑的夏日。我让他们开始做字谜游戏。当我看到一个问题学生克拉伦斯已经趴在课桌上睡着了的时候，我会心地笑了。我又找到了一个发表告别演说的机会。在自己哽咽之前，我成功地说出了两句话。“祝大家暑假愉快！”我说。“很高兴能够认识你们每一个人。”这时，铃响了，唤醒了克拉伦斯。不多时，他们都走了。第一年教书的最后一天就这样结束了。就像所有的真爱一样，我会将之铭记一生。——波涅·L·瓦尔克
I Cant Read
Aredheadedboywasstrugglingwithtestsinmysophomorewoodworkingclass.Patwasoneofmymostenthusiasticstudents,andIwonderedwhyhewashavingsomuchtrouble.IdiscoveredthecauseofhisproblemsonedaywhenIaskedhimtocheckapostedmessageintheattendanceofficeandtoreporttheinformationbacktome.Hewalkedslowlyoutoftheroomandcamebackinafewminutes.Withtearsinhiseyes,hesaid,“Mr.Malsam,Iwilldoanythingforyou,butdontaskmetoreadanything.”Heloweredhisheadandconfessed,“Icantread.”Icouldhardlybelievethathehadprogressedtothesophomoreyearofhighschoolandnotlearnedtoread.Apparently,hehadmanagedtogetthroughschoolbymemorizingtheteacherswordsintheclassroomandverballyrepeatingthemback.Idontknowhowhewasabletocompletethewrittenworkandtestsnecessarytopasshisacademicclasses,butIsuspecthewassimply“passedon.”AfterIdiscoveredhecouldnotread,Ihadmystudentassistantreadthemultiplechoicetestquestionstohimattesttimeandcircletheanswershegave.IfIhadthetime,Isometimespulledhimasideandreadthetestquestionstohim,scoringhistestanswersonthespot.NohomeworkwasrequiredinmywoodworkingclassorinanyoftheotherindustrialartsclassesatWestminsterHigh,whichmadeiteasierforhimtomakegoodgradesinthosecourses.Overthenexttwoyears,IlearnedmoreaboutPatashecontinuedtotakemyindustrialartsclasses.Hetoldmehisfatherhadbeenanelectricianandthathedseenhisfatheraccidentallyelectrocutedandkilled①.Patwasonlyfiveyearsoldatthetime.Iwonderedwhetherthetraumaofseeinghisfatherdieandthedifficultyearsthatfollowed,atatimewhenmostkidsarelearningtoread,mighthavecausedoratleastcontributedtoPatsreadingdeficiency.Imnotareadingteacheroraschoolpsychologist,though,soIdidntattempttoanalyzeandresolvetheproblem.IjusttriedhardertoteachPatmoreaboutwoodworking.HewasaneagerlearnerandearnedAsinmyclassesandinotherindustrialartsclasses,buthecontinuedtoreceivepoorgradesinhisacademicclasses.Onesummer,ItookPatandmysononafishingtripinthemountains.Anothertimehewentwithusonanovernighttriptogatherwoodinthemountains.Webecamefriends,andIthinkIbecamesomewhatofasubstitutefatherforhim.Hiswidowed,workingmother,unlikesomeofmyotherstudentsparents,alwaysattendedhisparentteacherconferences.Sherepeatedlythankedmeforhelpinghimsucceedinhisschoolwork.Attheendofhissenioryear,Pathadmanagedtoearnenoughcreditstograduatefromhighschool.Everyyearbeforegraduation,teachersineachdepartmentselectanoutstandingstudentintheiracademicarea.Thesestudents,alongwithscholarshipwinnersandoutstandingathletes,arerecognizedataspecialseniorawardsnight.TheteachersinourindustrialartsdepartmentagreedthatPatshouldreceivetheoutstandingindustrialartsstudentaward,becausehehaddemonstratedremarkableimprovementandproficiencyinallhisindustrialartsclasses.NotonlywasPatadeptintheseclasses,hewasalsoverygoodatassistingotherstudentsandhelpingthemsetupmachinessafely.Someoftheschoolscounselors,havingearmarkedPatasaslowstudent,objectedtogivinghimtheindustrialartsachievementaward.Weinsistedthathisnameberetainedonthelistforouraward,anditwas.Attheceremony,afterallthestudentshadreceivedtheirawards,Patsuddenlystoodup.“Icantsithereanylonger.ThereissomethingIhavetosay.Ihaventgottenanyscholarships,butIhaveearnedahighschooldiplomalikeeveryoneelse.IneverwouldhavegottenthisfarifithadntbeenforoneteacherwhotookextratimetoworkwithmeandwhoencouragedmewhenIbecamediscouragedinotherclasses.”Hepaused.“ThatteacherisMr.Malsam.”Teachers,parents,andstudentsapplaudedhisimpromptuspeech②.Iwasstunnedatreceivingtheunexpectedpublicrecognitionandsurprisedthatthisshyyoungmanhadthecouragetospeaksoeloquently.Itwasoneofthemostrewardingmomentsinmytwentysevenyearteachingcareer.Thestorydoesntendthere,however.Thenextmorningbeforeschoolstarted,theprincipalsaidtome,“Inallmyyearsineducation,Iveneverseenastudentstandupandspeaksotrulyfromhisheart.”“Iwouldliketodoonemorethingforthisstudent,”Isaid.“Whatsthat?”heasked.“Iwanttohelphimgetajob,”Isaid.“Theheadcarpenterinourschoolmaintenancedepartmentisretiring.IthinkPatwoulddohisjobverywell.Hewouldmakeadependableemployeefortheschooldistrict.Hehastheability,andhestrustworthyandhardworking.”AfterIdconvincedtheprincipalofPatsskillsforthejob,hecalledthemaintenancesupervisor.Patwasofferedthejobrightaftergraduation,andhehasproventobeanoutstandingemployee.Hedoeshisjobwell,andheisrespectedandlikedbyhiscoworkers.WhenPatgotmarried,heinvitedmywifeandmetohiswedding.Atthereception,heproudlyintroducedmetohisguestsashisfavoriteteacher.Afewyearslater,Patusedhiscarpentryskillstobuildalovelyhomeoncountryacreageforhisnewfamily.IthasbeennearlytwentyyearssincePatstooduptopraisemeattheseniorawardsceremony.Imretirednowfromteaching,buthestilloccasionallycallsorstopsbymyhometoseeme.Idontknowwhetherheeverlearnedtoreadaftergraduatingfromhighschool,butIsuspecthelearnedminimalreadingskillsonthejob.Idoknowthathecontinuestoworkenthusiasticallyandcapablyastheschooldistrictsheadcarpenter.Aseducators,wedontalwayssucceedinturningaroundeverystudentwhohasproblems.Norcantheirsuccess—andours—alwaysbemeasuredbyhowwellastudentscoresonacademictests.Sometimes,thebestwecandoistohelpastudentsucceedinlife.MypartinPatssuccessmakesmefeelveryproudofbeingateacher.—GeorgeMalsamNotes:①accidentallyelectrocutedandkilled:意外触电而死②impromptuspeech:即兴演讲
