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My parents divorced when I was in grammar school, and between work and forming new relationships, they had little time to care about me.At 16, I felt unloved, shy and lonely, the kind of girl nicknamed“the Brain”, more interested in reading books than joking with other classmates.
The few young single teachers were leaving to serve in World War Ⅱ.My physics teacher, Mr Bossing, a middle-aged, married World War Ⅰ veteran(老兵)of my father's age, took on increasing responsibilities.
Monitoring the lunch line, he nodded pleasingly when he saw carrots on my tray, telling me that they would make my eyes bright.When he observed me holding my pen at an awkward angle as I wrote my homework, he warned me that if I continued to hold my pen in that way, no man would want to marry me.Overnight, I corrected a habit I held since learning to write.
Though without a special ability of physics, I was one of Mr Bossing's better students.When my lab partner, who had copied my third-quarter exam, complained that my grade was higher than hers, I brought both papers up to Mr Bossing for redress.With silent anger, he lowered my grade rather than raising hers.That hurt me.Still, we remained friends.On one occasion, he gave me a small, indestructible(难以破坏的)horseshoe magnet, which I still treasure.
Was he the father of daughters? I don't know, but he really knew how to make a young girl feel good about herself.
Only now, much later, do I realize what this teacher did for me.
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