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作者：（美）塞尔（SellC.）著

出版社：青岛出版社

出版时间：2007-02-01

书籍编号：30021992

ISBN：9787543634916

正文语种：中英对照

字数：200000

版次：1

所属分类：外语学习-英语读物

师恩难忘

塞尔(Sell C.)　著

版权提供：青岛出版集团

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师恩难忘(美)塞尔(Sell C.)著；张德玉，杨华注释.—青岛：青岛出版社，2005.12

ISBN　7-5436-3491-0

Ⅰ.一…　Ⅱ.塞… ②张… ③杨…　Ⅲ.英语语言读物，故事　Ⅳ.H319.4：I

中国版本图书馆CIP数据核字(2005)第128935号

A CUP OF COMFORT FOR TEACHERS by Colleen Sell

Copyright-2004 by F & W Publications

Published by arrangement with Adams Publishing,a Division of Adams Media Corporation

Annotated English Version copyright-2006by Qingdao Publishing House

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书名：师恩难忘

作者：科琳·塞尔

翻译：张德玉杜敏

出版发行：青岛出版社

责任编辑：曹永毅

封面设计：喻鹏　王雪枚

出版日期：2007年2月第1版2007年2月第1次印刷

开本：20开(889mm×1194mm)

印张：10.4

字数：200千

书号：ISBN　7-5436-3491-0

定价：16.00元

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前言

在坎坷的人生道路上，是谁为我们点燃了一盏最明亮的灯；在荆棘的人生旅途中，是谁甘做引路人为我们指明前进的方向……是您，老师，把雨露洒遍大地，把幼苗辛勤哺育！看这满园鲜花、遍地桃李，无不渗透着您的心血！

通过本书，你将记住那位竭尽全力使学生敞开心扉的老师，那位勇于面对挑战默默无私奉献的老师，那位精心传递知识火种、帮学生到达成功彼岸的老师，那位为学生铺平人生道路的老师……他们或貌不惊人或美丽大方，或和蔼可亲或严厉至极，或沉默寡言或个性开朗，但他们内心所蕴含的殷殷真情无时无刻不感动着学生们的心灵，影响着他们的人生历程。

正如爱因斯坦所说：“老师崇高的人格魅力如神奇的钥匙，唤醒我们创新的思维，开启我们求知的心房。”让我们尽情领略本书中不同教师的迥然风采吧。

中国海洋大学　张德玉　杜敏

Why I Teach

I know my students. Masses of awkward seventh graders swarm the halls of my rural middle school each day, hauling backpacks over one shoulder, talking and shuffling along the tile hallway floor from class to class. I watch them like a general from my post (my classroom door) and smile at the fact that I can call each one by name.

I know their secrets, their stories. Dora slouches^[1] and is shy, and I know it is because she spends all her time at home trying not to get noticed, so she won\'t feel the brunt of her stepfather\'s angry hand. Jay can pitch like a tenth grader, and all the girls swoon when he and his blond hair strut by, but I know he doesn\'t really even like baseball that much (he plays because his dad wants him to) and he is too scared to ask out the girl he likes. The kids think Keith is just the class clown, but I know of his dreams to become an astronaut (and I\'ve recommended him for space camp)。 I know my students because I am their writing teacher. They trust me with their stories and so I am given the privilege of having a secret bond with each and every one of them.

I teach my students about the power of words, and I try to let them find release and expression through writing. We learn to trust each other in writing class because we learn how hard it is to write openly and honestly, and we learn that sharing your words takes courage. I see courage every day in my classroom, and I am always amazed at the words that come from my students\' hearts.

One such example of courage took place during author\'s chair, a sharing session at the end of our writer\'s workshop in which students volunteer to share what they have written. We had a new student to the school, Al. Al was small and, with his dimpled cheeks and baby face, he looked younger than his classmates.

In fact, when Al was first introduced to the class two weeks earlier, one student said, “You\'re not in the seventh grade. You\'re a baby.”

To that, Al quickly responded, “I\'m Al Billslington, and I am in the seventh grade.”

Despite his obvious courage, Al had been with us for only a short while and was still trying to fit in, so I was a little surprised when he volunteered to read during author\'s chair. I had one of those teacher moments, when I smiled and nodded for him to read, while inside I said a silent prayer that the other students would not tease the new kid after he read. The room fell silent, and Al began to read.

“If I had one wish, it would be to meet my dad…” He started out loud and clear and held the attention of my usually restless seventh graders as he read on for what seemed like fifteen minutes. He told of how he had never known his father, who had left the family when Al was a baby. He shared the intimate details of his struggles to be the only man in the house at such a young age, of having to mow the lawn and fix broken pipes. He revealed to us the thoughts that raced through his mind constantly about where his father might be and why he might have left.

My eyes scanned the room for snickering faces^[2] of seventh-grade kids who I knew were prone to jump at a weakness and try to crack a joke, but there were no snickers. There were no rolling eyes or gestures insinuating boredom or pending attacks^[3]。 All of my seventh-grade students were listening, really listening. Their eyes were on Al, and they were absorbing his words like sponges. My heart was full.

Al continued on, telling of nightmares at night, of never knowing a man so important to him, yet so unreal. I could hear his voice growing shaky as he read such passionate and honest words, and I saw a tear roll down one of his dimpled cheeks. I looked to the audience. There were tears on Jessica\'s face and on the faces of a few others seated quietly, intently listening.

They are letting him do this, I thought. They are allowing him to share something he perhaps has never shared before, and they aren\'t judging him or teasing him. I felt a lump in my own throat.

Al finished, struggling now to read his last sentence. “If I had one wish, it w

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