It was a hot, sticky Saturday afternoon. Hundreds of us set together, side by side, in rows of wooden folding chairs on the main 1 lawn. We word blue nylon robes（礼袍）. We listened 2 to long speeches and some students almost stood up . When the 3 was over, we threw our caps in the air, and we were 4 graduated ú cm college. For many of us, the curtain had just come down on 5 .
Afterward, I found Morrie Schwartz, my 6 professor, and introduced him to my parents. He was a small man who took small steps,7 a strong wind could, at any time, blow him up into the clouds. In his graduation day robe, he looked like a Christmas elf（精灵）.
He told my parents how I took every class he taught, "You have a special boy here." 8 ,I looked at my feet. Before we left, I 9 my professor a present, a brown 10 with his initials（首字母） on the front. I bought this the day before at the shopping mall. I didn't want to forget him. Maybe I didn't want him to forget 11 .
"Mlitch, you are one of the good ones," he said,12 the briefcase. Then he 13 me. I felt his thin arms around my back. I was taller, and when he held me, I felt awkward, older, as if he were the 14 .
He asked if I would 15 , and without hesitation I replied "Of course."
