I grew to be a tall girl but I tried to be as ordinary (平常) as possible. At school, I always chose a 1 in the back of the room, and never put up my hand in class. In my last year in high school, we were 2 that a new English teacher, Oliver Bascom, was going to 3 us.
Oliver Bascom! The girls laughed as we imagined a short and bald (秃头) man. But this was in fact not 4 , because this man would teach us for the whole year. 5 , after we opened the door, there in front of the blackboard, we 6 a young and handsome man.
All at once the seventeen-year-old girls flew to get to the 7 seats in the classroom. And I managed to 8 a front and center desk. I really wanted to make a good impression (印象) on my new teacher, 9 I usually kept quiet.
One Friday Mr. Oliver Bascom asked us to write an essay (文章) as our first writing homework, which I was good at. And then I worked the whole weekend 10 the essay and waited nervously for Mr. Bascom's evaluation (评价).
Three days later, he arrived in class holding the papers that he had 11 . "I've chosen the ten best essays for class discussion." he said.
Twenty minutes later, I was most 12 when he got to the last essay. I didn't hear my name.
"These are all great essays," Mr. Bascom continued, "However, I am now going to read you the most successful of all…." We were all surprised as I was the writer of this unusual 13 !
A 14 girl walked out of the classroom that day. I knew that I had a new set of standards to follow and that thing was possible in the future. Finally, I raised my 15 .
