掌声
两岁。
我慢慢的站起来， 踏出了第一步，一不小心又跌到。我坐在地上，眼角露出了泪滴。这时我眼前出现了一双手，那双带给我温暖，领导着我的手。我抬头一看，他对我露出了微笑。我点了点头，拉着那双手，鼓起勇气，站了起来。
我深了一口气，关上眼，再跨出一步。就这样，慢慢地踏出一步又一步。我把眼睛睁开，望着他。这时，他眼角露出了一颗像珍珠般大的泪滴。爸爸对着我微笑，向我怕怕手。掌声，那带给我力量的掌声。
七岁。
我张开口，试着把练习百遍的故事说出口，但是好像有什么东西把我的声音给堵住了，什么都说不出。我默默地望着台下的人，不知该如何是好。汗珠一颗一颗地从我额头落了下来。我闭上双眼，顿时听见台下的嘲笑声。我手握拳头，试着再开始朗诵那篇故事。这时，我听见了掌声，这个带给我动力与支持的掌声。我张开双眼，往台下望，是爸爸。他对着我点点头，好像正在告诉我，“你做得到，不要紧张。” 我吸了一口气，心里感到一阵平静，把故事给念了一遍。掌声再度响起，而这次它所代表的是一种肯定。我做到了。虽然并没有赢得比赛但是那股掌声就是我最好的奖励了。掌声，那带给我鼓励与认同的掌声。
十五岁。
“生日快乐。”
我把蜡烛给吹灭，这时传来了一连串的掌声与欢呼。那掌声是一种认同，认同我已长大的掌声。就代表着我所长大的点点滴滴。那掌声对当时的我好陌生。好久没听见他所给我的掌声了，工作繁忙的他在我成长中的点滴里，也慢慢地缺席了。掌声，那个我所需要，却对我陌生的掌声。
二十五岁。
我倒数着，我所面对的这四面墙，终于可以和你挥手，说声再见了。不，我永远不要再见到着四面墙了。我等待持久的那一天终于到来。我闭上双眼回想着。蓝，那天空美丽的蓝：白那蓝天上漂浮的白云；绿，我那遥望天空的草地的绿。我张开眼。黑，在我眼前却是我所害怕却又熟悉的黑暗。我期待再次看见那外头的阳光，期待再次闻到那花草的香味。我踏出那一步，踏出那离开这黑暗的一步。我回头望着那道监狱的门，不见了。
掌声，那我已不再听见的掌声却又再度响起。
“欢迎你回来，家里的门一直都为你打开着。”
爸爸老了许多，不知多就没看到他了。他对我微笑着，流露出岁月的痕迹。我笑了。那离开我的微笑与温暖又回到我身边。我知道错了，也付出了不少的代价。失去了朋友，失去了信心，失去了自己。我错了。掌声，那欢迎我的掌声，带给我希望的掌声。
掌声。现在换我给你掌声吧！谢谢你爸爸。谢谢你一直在我身边，没有放弃我。掌声，那代表着我所不会表达出的心声，那给于我们力量的掌声。
Wednesday, 23 December 2009
- Write about a time when your late arrival for a particular meeting or event led to serious trouble
The rays of the rising sun shimmer down on the old dusty floor of my apartment. I sat alone by the tainted window, watching children scurrying out of the bus and running to school. The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of events and emotional ups-and-downs. A promotion was given and I was put in-charge of a department in the company. But little do I know that this promotion would cause me to almost lose something that is so dearly to me. . .
It all happened 2 weeks ago. The workplace was filled with applause and words of encouragement. I was the limelight of the day. At the age of 24, I was promoted to a manager which seems to be a tale for many of the employees working in the same firm as me. But the road to such accomplishment has not been without its stumbling block. Commendations from superiors and words of envy from colleagues were ringing in my ears for the entire day. I assumed the position the following day, and all I had for the week was meetings after meetings.
I was in one of the many meetings when my phone rang. It was from my grandmother. But due to my eagerness to clinch the deal for the company and desire to prove my ability, I hung up the phone and continued with the meeting.
Over at my grandmother’s place, the old lady sat on her old rocking chair waiting for her most beloved grandson to turn up for her 80th birthday celebration. Despite the promptings of her children, she insisted that I must be present before the event proceeded.
I rejected the endless calls of my relatives, and the meeting ended perfectly at 10pm that night. I walked out of the meeting room confidently after my clients had left, and suddenly the birthday celebration came to my mind. I rushed over to my grandmother’s place at once, but everything was already too late. . .
My grandmother insisted on waiting for my “ grand arrival “ and suffered a minor heart attack when she was so disheartened that her favorite grandson was not coming for her birthday celebration.
She was hospitalized on her birthday, and still lying unconscious after 1 week of admission. It was me, her most beloved grandson that landed her in this state. What was done cannot be undone, and all I could do now was to pray hard for the recovery of my grandmother.
May she have a speedy recovery, and let me have a chance to atone for my grave mistake. . .
24/30
The essay is one of the better ones that you have written for me.
Good luck for your exams.
MJ
The rays of the rising sun shimmer down on the old dusty floor of my apartment. I sat alone by the tainted window, watching children scurrying out of the bus and running to school. The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of events and emotional ups-and-downs. A promotion was given and I was put in-charge of a department in the company. But little do I know that this promotion would cause me to almost lose something that is so dearly to me. . .
It all happened 2 weeks ago. The workplace was filled with applause and words of encouragement. I was the limelight of the day. At the age of 24, I was promoted to a manager which seems to be a tale for many of the employees working in the same firm as me. But the road to such accomplishment has not been without its stumbling block. Commendations from superiors and words of envy from colleagues were ringing in my ears for the entire day. I assumed the position the following day, and all I had for the week was meetings after meetings.
I was in one of the many meetings when my phone rang. It was from my grandmother. But due to my eagerness to clinch the deal for the company and desire to prove my ability, I hung up the phone and continued with the meeting.
Over at my grandmother’s place, the old lady sat on her old rocking chair waiting for her most beloved grandson to turn up for her 80th birthday celebration. Despite the promptings of her children, she insisted that I must be present before the event proceeded.
I rejected the endless calls of my relatives, and the meeting ended perfectly at 10pm that night. I walked out of the meeting room confidently after my clients had left, and suddenly the birthday celebration came to my mind. I rushed over to my grandmother’s place at once, but everything was already too late. . .
My grandmother insisted on waiting for my “ grand arrival “ and suffered a minor heart attack when she was so disheartened that her favorite grandson was not coming for her birthday celebration.
She was hospitalized on her birthday, and still lying unconscious after 1 week of admission. It was me, her most beloved grandson that landed her in this state. What was done cannot be undone, and all I could do now was to pray hard for the recovery of my grandmother.
May she have a speedy recovery, and let me have a chance to atone for my grave mistake. . .
24/30
The essay is one of the better ones that you have written for me.
Good luck for your exams.
MJ
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