It was an afternoon in September When I was 1 eighteen, I stood in front of a six story high, red brick building It was my first day of2 and I was a bit3 and a bit excited at the same time I had two suitcases and a bag with me They were 4 with all of my clothè s and everything else I thought I would need I5 them up the five stairs to my room and looked around, 6 what life had in store for me.
It was another afternoon in September twenty-five years later. My daughter and I were standing in front
of the 7 building at the same college As I helped her carry her things up to her room, I 8 that she seemed to have much more 9 than I did years ago What's more, she looked more worried than I 10 being on my first day there.
Last night I had a 11 that I was back in that same room wondering what classes I would take I often wondered what this dream 12 but when I woke up this morning it became clear to me We are sometimes teachers in life, but we are always 13 in it We are here taking the most14 class ever and it takes a lifetime. The stuff(东西) we carry with us through this life doesn't matter at all either. It is the stuff we carry inside of us when we leave this life that 15
