In a history class, our teacher, Mrs Bartlett asked us to make a poster in groups about the culture that we were studying. She told us to write the names of three friends we wanted in one group and she would think about o choices(选择).
The next day, I was told to be in a "bad" group. The boy in the group was too weak in English, and the other two girls always w strange clothes. Oh, how I wanted to be with my f!
With tears(眼泪) in my eyes, I walked up to Mrs Bartlett. She looked at me and seemed to know what I was there f. I told her I should be in the "good" group. She gently placed a hand on my shoulder(肩膀). "I know what you want, Karma," she said, "but your g needs you. I need you to help them. Only you can help them." I was surprised and moved. Her words c me up.
"Will you help them?" she asked. "Yes," I r. Then I bravely walked over to my group. I sat down and we started. Each of us did a part according to our interests. Halfway through the week, I felt m enjoying our group. We did a good job together. Nobody e Mrs Bartlett believed in our group.
Amazingly, our group got an A. But I think the A should be r by Mrs Bartlett. Mrs Bartlett brought out the potential (潜能) in four of her students.
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