Mr. Green lived in a small town, but he worked in a big city. He moved there withhis wife and two children last Friday.
On the next day, Mr. Green took his new car out and was washing it when a friendcame. The friend stopped and looked at the new car for a minute. Then Mr. Green turnedand saw him.
The friend said,“That' s a new car. Is it yours？”
“Sometimes.” Mr. Green answered.
The friend was surprised.“Sometimes？”he said,“What do you mean？” Mr.Green answered slowly, “Well, when there' s a party in town, my daughter Alice drivesit. When there' s a football game, it' s my son Jack' s turn. When I have washed it and itlooks really nice and clean, my wife Linda uses it. And when it needs cleaning, it' s mine.”
School was very easy for me at the beginning. I did everything easily——-showing upto school, doing my homework, taking tests and getting good grades. And that was usuallynatural. I did this year after year. It seemed that school was just another thing to do. It was easy.
Suddenly Grade Nine began. Sure, I had been a top student for eight years. But nowI am not the top student any more. I can just keep up with the others. I have to spend fourhours doing my homework, reviewing and previewing lessons each day besides the eighthours at school.