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Itwasmyfirstdayattheinstitute．Igotintothebuildingwhere1wasgoingtolive．Myeyessearchedcarefullyfromthedoorofonebedroomtothatofanotherformynamewhichoughttohavebeenpastedonthedoorofoneofthesebedrooms．AtlastIfoundit．OnsteppingintothebedroomIfoundtherewasalreadyinitastudentwhowasmakinghisbed．

Havingexchangedwithmeafewwordsofgreetings，heresumedhisarrangementofbeddingandnolongerpaidanyattentiontome．“Whatastuck-upfellow．”Ithoughtandbegantosurveytheroom．Itlookedquitesimilartoanyotherbedroominthebuilding．Eventhefurnitureinallbedroomswasuniform．Itseemedmybedroomhadalreadybeenthoroughlycleanedbymynewroommate．

Hewasthin，shortanddark-skinned．Hishairlookedlikeabundleofstraw．Hisdirtyclothesandlusterlesseyesclearlyindicatedthathehadhadalongjourney．Hisclothesweremadeofcheapcloth．Hiscoatwastooshort，andthelegsofhistrousersweretooloose．Heworeapairofunfashionablerubbershoes．Thushedidnotlooklikeasmartfreshmanata11“.Ayokel,”Iconcluded．

Thesecondtimehespoke，hisaccenttoldmethathewasfromthesouth．“MayIhelpyougetyourluggagefromtheoffice?

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IdidnotdeclinehishelpbecauseIreallyneededit．Hewasquickinmovement．Hewalkedoutoftheroomandwassoonfaraheadofmeinthecorridor．“Agoodguy,”Isaidtomyself．“Iwillmakefriendswithhim．”Ihurriedandcaughtupwithhim．

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MyEnglishTeacher

Ilikemostofmyteachersincollege．Theywere，forthemostpart，friendlyandcompetent,willingtohelpstudents．Ilikedthem—butIdon’trememberthemverywell，exceptforMr.Jones，myfreshmanEnglishteacher．Hewasanenthusiastic，sensitiveman，whoknewhissubjectandwasdeterminedthatwewouldlearnitandloveit,too．

Mr.Joneswasatall，slendermaninhismid-fortieswithgray,thinninghair．Perchedprecariouslyonhisnose，hisglassesgavehimaseriouslook．Buttheydidn’tremaintherelong，forhewasalwayseithertakingthemoffandpolishingtheirtwopiecesofglassorputtingeitherofthetwoearpiecesinhismouthwhenhewasmeditatingaresponsetosomequestionraisedbyastudent．Whenonhiswaytoourclassroom，healwayscarriedtwoorthreebookswithstripsofpaperstickingoutofthem，whichwereformarkingthepassageshewantedtoreadto．usIremember,too，hiscardigansweaters．Hemusthavehadadozenofthem．Onrainydayshewouldhaveablueraincoaton．Butwhatismosttenaciousinmymemoryishissmile．Whenhesmiled，hiswholefacelitup；

hiseyessparkled．Hissmilemadeyoufeelgood，atease，andsomehowreassured．

Thoughhabituallyfriendlyandateasewitheverybody,hewasabitpriminclassroom，andhecouldbestemonoccasions．Henevercalledusbyourfirstnames．Heobviouslyenjoyedhisworkandlovedhisstudents，buthekepthisdistance．Heneverdeliberatelyorpubliclyembarrassedastudentbyusingsarcasticlanguage．Neverthelesshecoulddistinctlyrevealhisdispleasureinhisownway．He’dlooksteadilyatanoffendingstudentforquiteafewfreezingseconds．Thatwasusuallyenoughforthelittleculprittobecowed．Butifitdidn’twork，he’dsaysomethingtothestudentinaloweredtoneofvoice．Hedidn’tdothisoften,though．

Mr.Joneshadpersonality,integrity,vitality—a11ofwhichmadehimpopular；

butwhatIlikedmostabouthimwasthathewasafineteacherItwastruethathecaredabouthisstudents，buthecaredmoreaboutteachingthemhissubject．Andthatmeanthomework，lotsofit，andpopquizzesnowandthentokeepthemcurrentonthe

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reading．Helecturedoccasionallytoprovidebackgroundinformationwheneverwemovedontoanewliteraryperiod．Afterabriefglanceathisnotes，he’dbegintomovearoundashetalkedtotheblackboardtothewindow,backtothe1ectem．Buthepreferreddiscussion，aSocraticdialogue．He’dwriteseveralquestionsontheboardforthenextday’sdiscussion，andhe’dexpectyoutobepreparedtodiscussthem．Hedirectedthediscussion,buthedidn’tdominateit：

forhewasagoodlistenerandmadesureweallhadachancetorespond,whetherwewantedtoornot．Ifhewaspleasedwitharesponse，he’dnodhisheadandsmile．Occasionallyhe’dreadastudent’sessay,praisingitsgoodpointsandthenwinkingatthewriterashepasseditback．Buthewastough-minded，too，asIsuggestedbefore．Hereallynailedyouforsloppyworkorinattention．WhenyougotanAfromhim，youreallyfeltgood，forhewasn’taneasygrader．Weusedtocomplainabouthisgradingstandards，usuallytonoavail,thoughhewouldchangeagradeifhethoughthehadbeenunfair．

Mr.Joneswasacompetentteacher．Heknewwhathewasdoinginclassroom，andhecouldconducthisclassverywell．Butwhatwasmoreimportantwasthathemadehisstudentsfallinlovewiththecourseheoffered．Heledustotaketheinitiativeindelvingintoitonoutown．

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MariakAnagian

Shewasninety-twoyearsoldwhenImether,agentle，diminutiveladyinEuropeandress．Herfacewasdeeplylined，andhercoarsegreyhairhadyellowedwiththeyears．ShespokesoftlyinaquiveringvoiceinhalfEnglishandhalfAmerican．Hergnarledhandstestifiedtotheyearsofhardworkonthefarminherhomeland．Yet．inherdarkeyesandinhergentlemannertherewasachildlikesimplicityasshetoldmeherstory．Ithought“shehasthewisdomthatcomeswithyearsofexperienceandthegentlepurityofachild—thatwasawonderfulbutstrangecombinationoftraits．”Iknewthatlwouldneverforgether．

HernamewasMariakAnagianWhenshewasayoungwoman，herhomelandwasinvadedbyforeigntroops．Shehadbeenkeepinghouseforherfather,brothers，husband，andhertwoyoungchildren．Onedayshereturnedfromthemarketandfoundthemutilated（残缺不全的）bodiesofherfatherandoneofherbrothersonherdoorstep．Theywereamongthemanyvictimsofthewar．Mariak’shusbandwasmucholderthanshe，andhesoonsuccumbedtotherigorousdemandsoffieldworkandmentalstrain，leavingMariakaloneintheworldtotakecareofhertwosmallchildren．Manyofthetown’speoplehelpedher,andshewasabletoproduceenoughonthesmallfarmtofeedherfamily．Shortlyaftertheturnofthecentury,herdaughtermarriedandwenttoAmerica．Afewyearslater，Mariak’sdaughtersenthersomemoneywhichenabledhertocometotheUnitedStates．ThusMariakcametoliveintheUnitedStatesforthirtyyears．

AsMariaktoldherstory,hereyesgrewlargewithfearandherbreathquickenedwithexcitement．Thenshewept．Afterashorttime，shesatsilentlywithherheadbowed．Suddenly,sherosefromthechair,liftedherskirttojustaboveherankles，andbegantodanceinshort，jerkysteps．Shesangalmostinaudiblyinhernativelanguage，butIknewitwasachildren’ssong．Hersimplemelodyandsimpledancestepsweretypicallythoseofanaveragechild．Hereyesshonewithyouthfulgaiety,andhervoicewaslightandhappy．Hergrandsonappearedatthistime，spoketoheraffectionately,andledherawayfromtheroom．

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MyDormitoryBedroom

MydormitorybedroomonthesecondfloorofBienvilleHallissmallandclutteredup．Itsdarkgreenwallsanddirtywhiteceilingmakeitlookgloomyandthusevensmallerthanitis．Onenteringthebedroom．onewouldfindmybedisrightinhiswaybecauseittakesuphalfoftheroom．Thetwolargewindowsovermybedareobstructedfromviewbythegoldenheavydrapes．Againsttheleftwallisalargebookcaseextendingintothecomerwhichisbehindtheheadofmybed．Thebookcaseiscrammedwithpilesofsheetsofpaper,books，andknickknacks．Wedgedinbetweenthebookcaseandthewalloppositethebedisasmallgreymetaldesk．Nearthedeskstandsabrownwoodenchairwhichfillsuptheleftendoftheroom．StuffedunderthedeskisawastepaperbasketoverflowingwithtompiecesofPaperandrefuse．Thewallabovethebookcaseanddeskiscompletelytakenupwithtwosmallposters．Ontherightsideoftheroomisanarrowclosetwithclothes，shoes，hats，tennisracquets，andboxesbulgingoutofitsslidingdoors．Everytime1walkoutofmybedroom．Ithinktomyself,NowIknowwhatitisliketoliveinacloset．”

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Subways

Subwaysarelong，dark，gloomy,sootytunnelsundertheground．Trainswithmanycarsclatteronsteeltracksthroughthesetunnels．Theautomaticdoorsopennoisily,oneateachendandanotherinthemiddleofthecar．Thetrainshavebrightelectriclightsandlongbenchesforpassengers’comfort．Therearemanycolorfulpostersonthedampmetalwallsofthetrains．Someadvertisetoothpasteforthefamily．Manyposterspleadforsupportforcharityorganizations．Alotofpostersurgesubwayriderstobuyaspeciallime-scenteddeodorantoraparticularlemon-oilhafttonic．Afewpostersaskreaderstobuythissoaporthatshoepolish．Mostoftheridersreadtheposters．Afewofthemreadbooksornewspapers．Notmanyriderstalktotheirfellowtravelersastheyburrowthroughtheearthfromoneendofthecitytoanother．

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ASpringMorning

Itwasearlyinamorninginspring．Thesunwasjustscramblingupwardfromtheeasternhorizonandsheddingvermilionsteakstopenetratetheambientcloudsthatweredriftingacrossthesky．Soonthecampuswasbathedinthefirstraysofthesun.Thenthelake，thetreesandthebambooslookedasiftheywereallgilded．Thegroundwascoveredwithtendergrassesandthebeadeddewdropsstoodontheirtipsandwerereadytoreflectthenascentsunshine．

Birdsflewaboutinthewoods，twitteringrestlessly．Someboystudentswhowereabsorbedinreadingleanedagainsttreeswithbudspeepingoutfrombeneaththegraybark．Acoupleofgirlstudentswere