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tisfying answer you may not be able to get from the teachers。 Gavin shows great interest in math； physics； and chemistry so he spends almost all his spare time in reading books about them。 His mother is a math teacher of senior 3 in our school。 Rumors say that Gavin’s mother once asked her students to work out a math problem； but after twenty minutes no one finished the task。 Being disappointed； Gavin’s mother sighed： “If my son were here； he could certainly solve it in three minutes”
The only thing that drives Gavin to work so hard on the three subjects is interest。 Sometimes； in order to find the verification of a particular formula； he looks up on the internet for several hours and take down all the verification on a notebook。
I admire Gavin for his honesty。 He never tries to show that he is a genius who can be good at everything without learning。 Someone in our class just sleeps or plays in classes but studies till two or three o’clock secretly at night。 I know exactly what they want。 They want the fame that they can achieve high score despite their supineness or they merely want to distract others so that they can be the winner。 I hate this kind of people intensely； for they are not only hypocritical but vicious as well。
Ella and Shirley
Ella and Shirley are good friends。 It is always hard for Ella to control her feeling； and anything can easily upset her。 On the contrary； Shirley is optimistic and cheerful。 When I need a friend； Shirley（中文名：李燕玲）is always there right by my side。
She really cares about others and is an extremely talented listener。 Her sense of humor will brighten your entire day and her wise words are often exactly what you need to hear。 Ella can be forted by Shirley whenever she is upset。
They both are very kind。 Ella is helpful and Shirley is thoughtful。 When we were in junior 2； we were going to take the math Olympic petition for junior 3。 Among us； Ella’s math was the best while my math was the worse。 Ella was surely considered by anybody in the math Olympic class to be the first prize winner for she always ranked within the top five。 At that time； my math was really poor； which only ranked about the twentieth in that class。 In the last round exam of the class； I was even thrown out； but because of my hard working known to everyone； the teacher gave me another opportunity。 Some of my classmates laughed at me； saying： “No matter how hard you work； you were still kicked out of the Olympic class。” On that night I burst into tears。 Yes； maybe I was stupid； I was an idiot who can never be good at math。 God was not fair； I thought。 Why others in the class could deal with math problems without difficulty while I had no clue of how to solve them at all despite my hard work？
My heart was full of frustration and resent before the math petition。 I worked even harder than before； and during the break between classes； I went to Ella and asked questions I had carefully marked。 Sometimes she would get irritated； but I kept on doing so。 I knew she was willing to offer me help； and she was angry just because the questions I asked were too primary for her。
Thanks to her help； I got the first prize of Math Olympics petition at last； which amazed my classmates； as if they were saying： “What？ Am I dreaming？”。 Dramatically； Ella didn’t win any prize。 Shirley told me Ella cried herself to sleep for several nights with her head sinking into her pillow after the results came out。 I felt extremely regretful as if I had stolen her first prize。 It was she who gave me so much help。 Shirley forted me； saying： “You needn’t feel guilty； you deserve it； and I know how much effort you have put into it。 And I am sure Ella will not blame her failure on you。 She was only too nervous to solve the problems on that day and she made some unfivable mistakes； too。 It has nothing to do with you。”
Gold is always gleaming。 In junior 3； Ella got the first prize she deserved and ranked
Conclusion
“Will the past be a shadow that will follow us round？ Will this memory fade when I leave this town？” The song once famous across America entitled “Friends Forever” is echoing inside my body。 I could not help thinking of my future。 Will I get the big jobs and make big money？ Will I still remember everything happened in school？ But life needs ； we have our own goals to pursue。 As the song goes： “cause we are moving on and we can’t slow down。” No matter what happens； we have to go on with life and the memories will play like a film without sound； just fit my favorite part of the song： “As we go on； we remember； all the times we had been together； And as our lives change； e whatever； we will still be； friends forever。”
Flying kites（1）
Sunday； July 8； 2007Two days ago； I was invited by Aldo to fly kites with him on the beach near his home today。 I was surprised by his invitation； feeling honored； and I said I would e。
It was 9 ； and after putting some sun block on my skin； I hurried off to keep the appointment with Aldo。
The weather today was pretty nice with little clouds in the sky and the wind blew gently。 “Hey； clara”
Over his shoulder I saw Lisa； Aldo’s wife； dressed in a suit of sporting clothes； was grinning and waving her hand in wele。
“These days all right？ Since you are five minutes late； I am under the impression that you fet it through and through。”
“Sorry；” said I regretfully； “couldn’t find a parking lot； you know； my mom drove me here。”
“Hi； Miranda；” said Aldo in a happy voice； “clara told me you are a great mother。 I can’t agree any more… Always so concerned。”
Afraid of making mistakes； mom simply answered： “thank you。” Although she always told me not to be afraid of making mistakes； this happens to
Thinking it was necessary for me to have a look at a shop selling various kites nearby； Aldo led us across the street。
At the time we emerged in the front of the kite shop； the shopkeeper began to beam in wele； pointing at a huge reel about 80 cm in diameter that was carried over Aldo’s shoulder； and asked： “How does that work？”
“We haven’t got time to try it since last time we bought it from you。” answered Lisa in Chinese； “Now we are about to have a try。”
As Aldo directed me into the shop； I looked around and saw a good supply of kites which are hung from the high ceiling and fastened on the walls。 Kites in the shop are available in great varieties such as kites in the forms of a dragon； a butterfly； or a character in Chinese classical works like the “Monkey King”。
Noticing I was fixing my eyes on “Monkey King”； the shopkeeper smiled： “You are interested in these kites； aren’t you？”
“Yeah；” said I eagerly； “but they are too childish。”
The shopper laughed； “Wanting something more mature； er？ This way； please。” Then he led me more deeply inside the shop。 Now the kites on sale were much gloomier。 I was quickly attracted by a special kite in the shape of two phoenixes with the Chinese character which meant “auspicious’ on their breast。
“It is called ‘Double phoenixes paying respects to double auspices’。” Said the shopkeeper； admiring his handcrafts； “Over there are ‘Legendary Lovers Cowherd and the Girl Weaver Meet Annually on Br