My name is Ben Mansury. I’m fifteen years old and study in a middle school. In school, I never join in any group discussion or stage (舞台) program. So, I never knew what stage nervousness was.
Our community (社区) has a weekly “Students Ideas” program. About two years ago, I received a(n)   1   from the chairman of our community. He invited me to the “Students Ideas” talk the next morning to speak to the group.
The time between his call to the next morning was like several weeks for me. The whole night, I could not sleep. Many   2   were coming. One of them was to call the chairman, with regret, and tell him that I could not come. But finally, I thought, if I missed this   3  , the community would never invite me again to any of their programs. So, I decided to go.
I reached the hall in time. When my turn came and I started, my heartbeat increased and my mouth went dry. I wasn’t even able to   4   the words on the paper properly. I had no idea where I was standing and what I was talking. That was the day when I   5   my biggest weakness: public speaking.
After I finished, I met with the chairman and   6   what happened to me. He said that this happens to everyone. It is very   7  . He suggested that I should come again the next week.
I   8   a talk carefully. This time when I gave the talk, I was somewhat comfortable but not confident (自信的). Afterwards, I met with the chairman again and told him about the improvement I   9   I had made. He was kind enough to invite me again.
For around one month, I practiced a lot for my talk. This time I was feeling comfortable and both the chairman and my neighbors thought I did a good job.    
I learned that everything is   10   if we take the first step, as the saying goes: A journey of thousand miles begins with first step.

My name is Lily. My father is a teacher. His students love him a lot because he is funny. I love him, too, but I think he can be “foolish”  41 .
Once we moved into a new house and had to go shopping to buy new chairs and lights. In the supermarket, I’m interested   42  some of the beautiful lights with good qualities and made my father buy them.
When we got home, my father began to work out how much money we had   43  that day. Suddenly, he stopped. “Something’s wrong.” he said. “I’ve got 30 yuan   44  than I should!”“That’s great,” I said. “You can buy me that   45  book I want.”
Father said nothing. Instead, he counted（数） how much money he had again and again.
“The salesgirl must have made a mistake. We   46  go back to the shop,” he said.
“Do you have to go back?” I asked. “Nobody will know we   47  too much change(找零). It would be foolish to go back.”
“It wouldn’t be ‘foolish’.” my father said angrily. “It’s called being   48  .” At that moment, I looked into his eyes and knew he was right.
The salesgirl was surprised to see us in the shop again. But   49  we gave her the money, she thanked us a lot.
On my way home, my father stopped me   50  smiled. “Do you still want that cartoon book?” he asked. I looked at my “foolish” father and answered loudly, “Father, you are the greatest!”