有一次在七年级科学课有一个考试，我得到一个不好的成绩。我的特殊教育老师问我我得了多少然后我给她看了。那时候我对我很不开心。然后我的特殊教育老师说：“这很好呀。”当时我就很惊奇，也不怎么高兴。我心想：这根本就不好，这有不是优。根本就不好。你不应该说好，如果我在中国的话，中国老师会骂我的。你为什么说这是好呀。后来她说这对我一个刚刚学英语的挺好的。我不同意，不好就不好，这根本就没有借口。我不喜欢别人用我刚刚来到美国的事情当借口。
有一次我上三年级的时候，我们考了一个期末考试。有一天中午我们在排队吃饭，我的语文老师冲过来了，生气的看着我，然后推了我说：“你还敢吃饭呢！”那时候我很糊涂。之后她告诉我我得到了一个很不好的成绩因为我有一个很大的阅读题没有做，我真不知道我为什么没有做。我可能忘了吧。我的语文老师很生我的气。第二天她公布了我们的成绩，然后她就又骂我。她说我不应该吃饭。我觉得她说了我是白痴因为我的成绩很不好。她有一句话好像没说，但是我能听懂她的意思。她觉得我浪费了她的工夫，我根本就不值得老师教我。她觉得我浪费了她的时间。然后她继续说，继续说，后来我实在忍不住了，然后我就哭了。我很伤心我得了一个那么不好的成绩，我也不应该得那么不好的成绩。后来那些学生安慰了我，但我还是挺伤心的。
其实，我并不觉得我语文老师做错了什么。我觉得她的行为倒是挺有理由的。当然了，我是不会像她一样的对待别人，也不想让她在这样的对待另一个人。她这样对待我是因为我经常得到很好的成绩，然后我却在一个很大的考试得到了一个坏成绩，她这样对我也是一种惩罚，这样我以后会记得，然后再细心一下。所以每当我得到不好的成绩的话，我对我很不高兴。
当我来到美国的时候，那些老师对我的要求比我想象的要很轻松。当我得到了一个不好的成绩，老师他们不但不骂我，而且还鼓励我。我一直在想：为什么老师她们不生我的气呀？我不是说我想让他们生我的气，但我就是很惊奇因为在中国的话，老师对你就不怎么高兴。
我记得有几次我得到了一个坏成绩。一个是在七年级历史课，历史老师给我看了看我在班里的成绩，这让我感觉好了一点点儿，但我觉得我在班里的成绩也不是很好。还有一个是在七年级数学。考试的时候我就很紧张。有的题我根本就不懂，但我也没问，我觉得我应该问一下。后来当我知道我的成绩不怎么好，我就很不高兴。我那时候很想打我自己，但是我不想让他们看见，所以我就忍住了。到了下课的时候，我最喜欢的老师知道我不高兴，所以就告诉我在班里的分数，我倒觉得挺好的。然后她让我笑了笑。从那以后，我就知道为什么美国老师不会在我得到坏成绩的时候骂我。我非常感谢我的美国老师对我的付出。我以后会试着在我得到不好成绩的时候往正面的方向。
One time in seventh grade science class we had a test and I got a bad grade. My special education teacher asked what I got and I showed her. At that time I was very unhappy. Then my special education teacher said, “That’s good.” I was very surprised, and wasn’t very happy. I thought: That was not good, that wasn’t an A. It’s not good at all. You shouldn’t say it’s good, if I were in China, Chinese teacher would scold me. Why did you say it’s good? Later she said it’s pretty good for an English learner like me. I disagree, not good is not good, there are no excuses. I don’t like when people use that I just came to America as an excuse.
One time when I was in third grade in China, we had a final exam. One day at noon when we were lined up to go to lunch, my Language Arts teacher rushed to the door, looked at me full of anger, then pushed me and said, “ You still dare to eat lunch, Huh!” I was very confused. Then she told me that I got a very bad grade because I missed a big part of the test. I really didn’t know why I missed it. Maybe I forgot. My Language Arts teacher was very angry with me. On the second day she announced our grade, then she started to scold me. She said I shouldn’t eat. I think she said that I’m an idiot because my grade was so bad. There was one thing she seemed like she didn’t say, but I understood her meaning. She thought I wasted her effort, I didn’t deserve a teacher teaching me. She thought I wasted her time. Then she kept saying it and continued saying it, then I just couldn’t hold it anymore, then I cried. I was very sad because I got a very bad grade. I shouldn’t have gotten that bad grade either. Then those students comforted me, but I still was very sad.
Actually, I don’t think my language arts teacher did anything wrong. I think her action was reasonable. Of course, I will not be like her, and I don’t want her to treat other people like that. She treated me like that because I got good grades very often, but then I got a very bad grade. She treated me like that as a punishment to me, so later I will remember, and in the future be more careful. So every time when I got a bad grade, I would be very unhappy with myself.
When I came to America, the teachers’ expectations were lower than I thought. When I got a bad grade, they did not even scold me, but encouraged me. I always thought: Why is the teacher not mad at me? I didn’t say that I wanted them to be mad at me, but I was very surprised because if it is in China, the teacher will not be very happy with you.
I remember a couple of times I got a bad grade. One was in seventh grade Social Studies; the SS teacher let me look at my class grade, which made me feel a little bit better, but I thought that my class grade wasn’t very good. Another was in seventh grade math. I was very nervous when I was testing. Some of the questions I didn’t even understand, but I didn’t ask, I think I should have asked. Later when I knew that my grade wasn’t very good, I was very unhappy. I really wanted to hit myself, but I didn’t want them to see it, so I sucked it up. When the class ended, my favorite teacher knew I wasn’t happy, so she told me the class grade, I thought it was pretty good. Then she made me smile a little bit. From that time, I knew why American teachers didn’t scold me when I got a bad grade. I was thankful for the effort that my American teachers put in. In the future I will try to think a positive thought if I got a bad grade.
其实，我并不觉得我语文老师做错了什么。我觉得她的行为倒是挺有理由的。当然了，我是不会像她一样的对待别人，也不想让她在这样的对待另一个人。她这样对待我是因为我经常得到很好的成绩，然后我却在一个很大的考试得到了一个坏成绩，她这样对我也是一种惩罚，这样我以后会记得，然后再细心一下。所以每当我得到不好的成绩的话，我对我很不高兴。
当我来到美国的时候，那些老师对我的要求比我想象的要很轻松。当我得到了一个不好的成绩，老师他们不但不骂我，而且还鼓励我。我一直在想：为什么老师她们不生我的气呀？我不是说我想让他们生我的气，但我就是很惊奇因为在中国的话，老师对你就不怎么高兴。
我记得有几次我得到了一个坏成绩。一个是在七年级历史课，历史老师给我看了看我在班里的成绩，这让我感觉好了一点点儿，但我觉得我在班里的成绩也不是很好。还有一个是在七年级数学。考试的时候我就很紧张。有的题我根本就不懂，但我也没问，我觉得我应该问一下。后来当我知道我的成绩不怎么好，我就很不高兴。我那时候很想打我自己，但是我不想让他们看见，所以我就忍住了。到了下课的时候，我最喜欢的老师知道我不高兴，所以就告诉我在班里的分数，我倒觉得挺好的。然后她让我笑了笑。从那以后，我就知道为什么美国老师不会在我得到坏成绩的时候骂我。我非常感谢我的美国老师对我的付出。我以后会试着在我得到不好成绩的时候往正面的方向。
One time in seventh grade science class we had a test and I got a bad grade. My special education teacher asked what I got and I showed her. At that time I was very unhappy. Then my special education teacher said, “That’s good.” I was very surprised, and wasn’t very happy. I thought: That was not good, that wasn’t an A. It’s not good at all. You shouldn’t say it’s good, if I were in China, Chinese teacher would scold me. Why did you say it’s good? Later she said it’s pretty good for an English learner like me. I disagree, not good is not good, there are no excuses. I don’t like when people use that I just came to America as an excuse.
One time when I was in third grade in China, we had a final exam. One day at noon when we were lined up to go to lunch, my Language Arts teacher rushed to the door, looked at me full of anger, then pushed me and said, “ You still dare to eat lunch, Huh!” I was very confused. Then she told me that I got a very bad grade because I missed a big part of the test. I really didn’t know why I missed it. Maybe I forgot. My Language Arts teacher was very angry with me. On the second day she announced our grade, then she started to scold me. She said I shouldn’t eat. I think she said that I’m an idiot because my grade was so bad. There was one thing she seemed like she didn’t say, but I understood her meaning. She thought I wasted her effort, I didn’t deserve a teacher teaching me. She thought I wasted her time. Then she kept saying it and continued saying it, then I just couldn’t hold it anymore, then I cried. I was very sad because I got a very bad grade. I shouldn’t have gotten that bad grade either. Then those students comforted me, but I still was very sad.
Actually, I don’t think my language arts teacher did anything wrong. I think her action was reasonable. Of course, I will not be like her, and I don’t want her to treat other people like that. She treated me like that because I got good grades very often, but then I got a very bad grade. She treated me like that as a punishment to me, so later I will remember, and in the future be more careful. So every time when I got a bad grade, I would be very unhappy with myself.
When I came to America, the teachers’ expectations were lower than I thought. When I got a bad grade, they did not even scold me, but encouraged me. I always thought: Why is the teacher not mad at me? I didn’t say that I wanted them to be mad at me, but I was very surprised because if it is in China, the teacher will not be very happy with you.
I remember a couple of times I got a bad grade. One was in seventh grade Social Studies; the SS teacher let me look at my class grade, which made me feel a little bit better, but I thought that my class grade wasn’t very good. Another was in seventh grade math. I was very nervous when I was testing. Some of the questions I didn’t even understand, but I didn’t ask, I think I should have asked. Later when I knew that my grade wasn’t very good, I was very unhappy. I really wanted to hit myself, but I didn’t want them to see it, so I sucked it up. When the class ended, my favorite teacher knew I wasn’t happy, so she told me the class grade, I thought it was pretty good. Then she made me smile a little bit. From that time, I knew why American teachers didn’t scold me when I got a bad grade. I was thankful for the effort that my American teachers put in. In the future I will try to think a positive thought if I got a bad grade.
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