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It was a beautiful Saturday morning in June 1996. I was 13 years old and at boarding school in Manchester. That morning I was up early to take a music theory exam with a few other kids around my age.
I went into the exam room and started the test. About half way through everybody started getting distracted by an increasing amount of noise from a helicopter which was hovering near the classroom where we were taking the exam. A few of us were giggling at the teacher, who was desperately trying to keep us focused and failing miserably as he frantically attempted to seal all the windows to block out the noise.
I finished the exam early and headed across the yard to the computer room to settle down for an intense gaming session (oh how the following years haven't changed me...) I picked a computer by a large window facing out over the city.
After about 10 minutes the sun came out from behind a cloud, so I stood up and pulled down the blind.
Seconds later...
BOOM ....
The loudest noise I've ever heard in my life. I looked up and realised the blind I'd just pulled down was ripped to shreds. Shards of glass covered the desk. About 150 meters away a giant plume of black smoke was rising.
I can remember almost nothing about what happened next and of getting out of the building. In fact pretty much the only thing that stayed with me was the shocked, frozen face of a boy who was sat behind me at the time. I remember feeling deeply annoyed as I tugged on his arm to get him to move.
Everyone in the school assembled outside in the yard, and details started trickling through about the bomb that had exploded nearby (see 1996 Manchester bombing).
A teacher kindly offered me their mobile phone to call my parents. Surreally, I remember feeling delighted to be using a mobile for the first time - a big clumsy brick of a thing. How my mum must have felt to hear her son say "a bomb's gone off, I'm fine, I have to go because apparently this call is really expensive" I can only imagine.
That night was scary in its own way. I couldn't sleep in my dorm as the windows had blown in and my bed was covered in glass. The whole city centre had been evacuated except for the school, so it was literally silent - surprisingly unnerving when you're used to living in a city.
I often consider how fortunate I was that the sun came out and I drew that blind when I did, in a city notorious for its cloudy and wet weather. My story pales in comparison to those of some of my friends, including someone who was inches away from glass roof as it collapsed.
I still live in Manchester and rarely think about the bomb, but I do tend to step away from the window whenever I hear a helicopter.
Hi ! My name is Dung . I am from Vietnam . My address in the province of Hai Duong . I do not have phone numbers . my email address is Dung6apapa@gmail.com .
hi,My name is Linh.I'm from the north of Vietnam-Thai Nguyen city,My phone number is 0987654321.And my e-mail address is tranlinh2912@gmai.com.
HI,my name is Linh.I'm from the north of Vietnam-Thai Nguyen city.I don't have phone number.You can chat with me in e-mail:tranlinh2912@gmail.com
Hi! I am Ngan. My address: Vung Tau city, Vietnam. I do not have phone number. I can not show for you know my email address.
1. You have a great influence on the young generation: As a teacher you have the opportunity to communicate and educate hundreds of young people. You are the one who directly molds children from early toddler days. So ask anyone who is the most influential person for a child? And the chances you hear the most are the teachers.
2. You are an actor, a rhetorician, a storyteller and a professional organizer: As a teacher you will have to take on all the above and even more. You will have the opportunity to face many challenges. You have to inspire, guide and entertain the children through the activities and experiences that they have experienced. In a day on the podium you have to show the ability to organize, plan, train and play.
3. Teaching is a very meaningful job: If you are looking for a job that brings joy, sublimation to you, the profession will give you all that feeling. Do not just teach things in books, direct them to do the right thing ... As a teacher, you also get help and education for young people in society as well as when you train a person Labor for the future.
4. Always cultivate, learn: "Study, learn, study forever" is the motto of those who love teaching. Knowledge is endless and therefore teachers, who need to cultivate, train and learn new things, new teaching methods through books or classes for teaching staff to not fall Back to the education of countries around the world. So they have the capacity to support future generations of the country.
Everyone respects and loves the teacher: If you are a teacher, you can be proud and proud to talk about your career. Teachers are beloved, respected for many reasons and perhaps the reason they are most admired is the patience, the ability to control and communicate to dozens of people. And for all the reasons we had on November 20th (Teacher's Day Vietnam) to express our gratitude as well as the merit of our teachers.
There is no doubt that education is a top priority. However, these days the number of people having no wish to become teachers is increasing very strongly. This particularly worrying situation is taking place all over the world. Therefore, the authorities are doing their best to find out the reasons and a practical solution.
To start with, a wide variety of students do not pursue a career as teachers for the simple reason that the salary just helps them make ends meet. For example, my old classmate, Tom has to earn his bread hard to support his family.Today, everything is always increasing in price so it is essential for them to have stable jobs. Also, we are facing to the alarmingly high rate of unemployment. So plenty of graduate students are at all unsure about their jobs especially teachers.
Besides that, a lot of people are fed up with becoming teachers by reason of students' disrespect to their teachers. That students have bad behaviors towards their teachers is getting more and more popular. Despite the fact that they break the school rules and feel too lazy to study, they are not punished appropriately. In contrast to devoted teachers, a large number of teachers don't assume overall responsibility for their work. This makes their students misunderstand the importance of education.Ngoài ra còn những lí do gì nữa? Bạn có thể phân tích nhé.
In order to appeal more students to become teachers, we need to make attempts to find solutions. For instance, Ho Chi Minh City has brought in effective solutions like raising teachers'salary, providing dormitories in good conditions for teachers and decreasing working hours. Especially, Ministry of Education and Training had better abrogate the serious problem that teachers and students only care about achievements in lieu of the true result. It's high time they reformed the whole teachers.
To conclude, the shortcomings, although on the rise, can be purged at the grass-root level if proper preventive measures are taken. We really want major breakthroughs in education and training. It's for everyone and we ought to take action immediately.
Lớp 6 hay lớp mấy vậy ? Đây là theo kiến thức lớp 6 :
I think children in some parts of the world have a responsibility: Today's children are better off than children in the past. However, today's children are also not responsible for: playing more electronics, less labor, and doing housework. So we need to limit the playing of electronics, or we can relax by living the after-school life skills taught by the school. At the same time, should play more electronic games, improve morals, life skills. Due to the electronic games, children in some parts of the world, such as Vietnam, have a higher number of children, mostly between the ages of 12 and 18 years. There should be a measure to limit the number of children with access to a good future.
Nhiêu đây đủ không ?
He is working out very hard in the gym
Note: Đây là bài chấm điểm Viết qua tranh (dễ) - đề 225 đúng không? ^^
ở trên tienganh123 đúng ko bạn?
hình như là:
He works out of the gym
có phải là : nếu bạn làm họ họ sẽ chết. mình đoán vậy thôi không biết có đúng không ?
I am a person who loves to eat, so I often go to restaurants to eat but there is one bad thing I always remember when I go to a restaurant that is not bringing enough money. It's a beautiful day as always. Whenever I have free time, I will stop by this particular restaurant to eat. The restaurant is very nice and the food is always delicious. Before eating, I usually make a reservation, I choose the most vip place and confidently choose the dish. While rummaging through the selection of dishes, I saw a new item that was very beautiful and genuine, but did not look at the price I chose. Who would have thought that later my friend came and I was the one to invite my friend to eat. The food arrived very nice and very fragrant. After a while after I had eaten, I paid the bill, who would have thought. A huge amount of money appeared before my eyes. I took out the money but only half of it. At that time my face was pale and very shy and behind me was a long line waiting. I told them that I didn't have enough money, I thought I would stay and wash the dishes, who would have thought that because I am a regular customer, I can let the next time pay. Luckily for me that time was returned or else I don't know what to do to pay them anymore. And from that meal, I learned the lesson that when I eat, I should save or I'll be happy or miserable.
Last summer , I was allowed to eat lotus buffet by my uncle. At four hundred thousand a ticket , a price not cheap for ordinary people . It is so beautiful there is nothing more to say , attentive service staff , always smiling with guests . There is also a fountain with a lotus pond. It is the ideal place for us to have a delicious meal like mom's cooking. I eat very little seafood , yes , it is the food I hate from the sky to the bottom of the sea ( especially oysters ) . If it's seafood, I only eat two seafood dishes that I don't dislike, the only ones being octopus and squid fried with butter. I ate only sushi , adding some deep fried dishes and a few bowls of soup was enough . Choosing dessert , I ate a greasy cheesecake and reminded me of an indispensable summer dish , which is all flavors of ice cream .















Đề j kì z
Đâu ra mà khó!!!!!!!!!
I do not wish to recall the most terrifying experience in my life, but I will tell a story that followed years after its occurrence.
But, for my story to have any understanding, I will say this: I was raped at the tender age of 10.
This story begins 4 years after that horrible event, October 2007, during my freshman year in high school.
It was nearly 12 in the afternoon, and many students including me were heading towards the cafeteria for lunch. Once I arrived at the cafeteria, I immediately headed towards my favorite line; one that specifically offered self-served sandwiches, fruits and vegetables.
I paid for my food and sat at the table I always sat at with a few select friends. We ate our food, told stories, laughed, had a good time really.
Once I was finished with my tray, I got up to dispose my food. As soon as I discarded the remains of my lunch, I heard a voice call out from behind me.
“Well well, look who it is.”
I was a bit startled, and I stood there for a moment, trying to recognize the voice, but I couldn’t. I turned my head towards the speaker, and the breath in my throat stopped.
It was him.
The sick motherfucker that destroyed my innocence, my emotional wellbeing, my life path. Everything.
He smirked. “You’ve certainly grown into a pretty young lady. It’s been a while.”
I felt a tingle of fear, all too familiar, brush up my spine as he stepped forward to close the gap between us.
Suddenly, every memory from that fateful night came crashing down onto me.
The pain was unbearable.
The feeling of helplessness was overpowering.
But did you stop? No, you didn’t care.
I tried to scream, but you kept your hand over my mouth.
I tried thrashing and kicking, but I was too weak and young to overcome you.
His eyelashes lowered as he as he eyed my figure, he spoke low enough so only I could hear, “Do you remember what I told you?”
How could I forget?
“Tell anyone and you’ll regret it. I’ll find you again, I promise.”
My eye narrowed at him, and I hissed out, “What of it?”
He scoffed, “You haven’t told anyone, have you?”
“No.”
He smirked again. “That’s good. I wouldn’t want to hurt you again.”
… excuse me?
In that moment, something within me snapped. I was no longer scared. I clenched my fists as raging hatred coursed through me.
My face struck his, a mask of unfathomable but evenly controlled fury.
Never again. You will never touch me again.
My heart was pounding in my ears, and my blood began to boil, the heat of it radiated beneath my skin. I could feel adrenaline prickling at my nerves, through my arms and legs.
At the periphery of my vision, everything had become ink black. I was only aware of thecabron in front of me.
I’ll kill you.
Here and now.
The distorted thoughts came, and suddenly my eyes felt heavy, I saw everything before me in a dizzying blur, then fade into darkness.
…
A few seconds passed by (at least in my perception) until my awareness came back, and I noticed figures around me.
I was panting as my lungs demanded oxygen. My heart was thumping hard, alive in my ribs.
I found myself trying to focus on my surroundings. I was being held by my wrists, I noticed an arm around my stomach. I also noticed pain in both of my knuckles, they were slightly swollen and had abrasions.
I heard a distinct continuous groan to my right, as if someone was in great pain.
I looked over, and it was him. He was hurt, bad.
There were many faculty members, safety officers and students surrounding me, many of them held nervous and startled expressions.
It all became clear to me: I did this, but I had no memory of it.
After the initial investigation, I asked my peers what happened. They told me I experienced a blackout rage. They told me I was not the same person, that I was laughing as I beat him down.
He was at the hospital, where physicians were attending to his dislocated right arm, 4 broken ribs and testicular torsion.
He was also brought into question when I told the authorities that I had a very justifiable reason behind my attack.
He fessed up, and served 6 years in prison.
And that’s my story.