3/15學寫英文習文

3/15（周一）

Companied by heavy wind, the bitter cold air blew my face which was hurt.

 

Such a cold morning with temperature of 18F! Two days ago, the temperature was 70F. the weather of New England is like an insanity.

 

I got up early this morning, but  didn’t wake up my son immediately, since I wanted him to sleep a couple of more minutes. I knew I made a wrong decision. With this good intention in my mind, I mistakenly woke up him late. His untouched breakfast was still on the table when I got home by myself at 7:15am.

 

“It’s late, having no time to eat” that was what he said. His voice was low but firm. I knew I can’t convince him, but I still tried, “ I made black sesame rice balls for you, having them only take you 3 minutes.”he likes rice balls so much, I was trying to lure him. It didn't work.

 

I have been feeling guilty, even now. He is a good kid who care about school and teachers’ impressions about him.

 

“Science teacher praised me today, she said I study hard.” Those were what he told me at the table of Saturday lunch.” Now there were more than 10 in-persons learning students in science class, I asked and he told me. The amount is much more than the amount of 2 months ago. he said he was the only one in-person learning student in a particular class back then.

 

“Your teacher gave you compliments, I bet there were some kids who were not focusing on class. She was trying to remind other kids by praising you.” This was my deduction.

 

“XXX, you are an American, your English is better than Chinese, you should study in US, not here” This information flowed into my ears one day years ago when I picked him up from school. It was told by his classmate, an excellent girl who likes me and at some point admire him.

“ XXX didn't show respect to teachers, he has no fear about teachers, he doesn't care teachers' criticisms.” those were  what his Chinese teacher complained to me  when I was called to school.   he was standing beside me, with his eyes looking away from me and the teacher.  

 

My brain like a warehouse, good things and bad things, are all saved there.