When I was in college，I decided to learn (1)
French
(France). I love learning languages. It opens up my eyes and (2)
brings
(bring) me closer to people from different countries. At that time, it was my first time to learn a foreign language, so I felt like (3)
learning
(learn) it well. But the class turned out to be quite (4)
boring
(bored).
Every day, Mr Keady taught us in the same way—opening books and reading aloud. One afternoon when he asked us to do it again, I (5)
stopped
(stop) him. When Mr Keady asked what was wrong, I explained (解釋) how old-fashioned his teaching method seemed. I thought he would send me to the form teacher angrily or let me out. But (6)
to
my surprise, he didn't. He just sat at his desk quietly, looking sad and tired. After a moment, he said he would think (7)
carefully
(careful) about what I said.
In the following few weeks, the French class didn't become the exciting learning environment I had hoped for. But Mr Keady did try much (8)
harder
(hard) than before to interest us. Maybe some people would think what I did was right, (9)
but
even so many years later, I still feel bad about it. If I saw him now, I would tell him how much I regretted (后悔) what I did. I would also tell him that he taught me (10)
a
useful lesson. Following my unkind words, Mr Keady showed me that being hurt doesn't mean you have to give away your dignity (尊嚴(yán)), and no one can take it away from you.
