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When I was in fifth grade, I moved to Vermont. Everything here was different. I quickly grew fond of the place. I loved the garden, the woods, the snow. I loved everything here, except for the slush (融雪).

Now it's slush season, or mud season. The outside is covered in thick wet slush that flows through your snow pants and your boots. Everything is soggy (湿透的). I hate soggy.

Today was even worse. I forgot my boots. Now I had to walk through knee-deep slush in my indoor shoes. Indoor shoes get wet fast. If I wore them on the playground, I could feel the cold slush running through the shoes with every step.

The teachers here are serious about break time. It's sharply different from my old school,   where even a small conversation could cost you the whole week's break time. One time, a teacher took away break time ‘cause a kid held his breath for too long'. Here, though, the teachers here are crazy about recess. They'll force you to go out for break time even if you really don't want to.

"Natalie, you have to go outside for break time, " Ms. White said. She's super nice, but today I'm not going to listen to her.

"I don't want to, " I grumbled.

"It's school policy that we send every kid out for daily recess. Time outdoors helps you pay attention in class." She explained.

"But it's soggy outside," I complained,

"I know it's soggy, but you have to go outside anyway. Everyone else is outside."

I glanced at my wet shoes and imagined how much worse my cold socks would feel. There's only one thing left to do. Completely refuse.

"I'm not going outside, " I said firmly, sitting down hard in my chair.

"Natalie, It's not a choice. " She insisted, calm but firm.

"I'm not going!" I repeated, louder this time. Maybe I yelled it. I was not sure. Whatever I did. It was that for Ms. White to send me to the principal's office.

As I walked to the principal's office, memories from my past rushed into my mind. Just like at my old school, I would get yelled at, the principal would call my parents. I'd have to write an essay on the importance of not talking back to adults. Now I'll face the same trouble. Crazy.

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The principal opened the door

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I couldn't believe what he said

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Dear Sir/Madam,

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Best regards,

Li Hua

As The Timer's classical music reporter, I don't often get "news"from long-dead composers. But I recently learned that an unknown waltz by the eminent composer Chopin, (write) nearly 200 years ago, had been discovered in the basement of the Morgan Library & Museum in New York. It (find) in a collection of memorabilia (收藏品), alongside postcards signed by Picasso and letters from Tchaikovsky. The piece was (mood) and reflective, and noticeable name was on the top: Chopin.

Such kind of works are rare in classical music, especially for Chopin, composed fewer works than other composers. We knew that readers would want to hear the waltz, but we needed a (music) who could do it justice. I immediately thought of Lang Lang, one of the biggest stars in classical music. I told him about the (new) discovered Chopin and sent him the score.

"Wow. this is a great piece!" he said in a voice message. "I'm very surprised. It's very Chopin. It must be Chopin. It sounds very much like Chopin, with a very dramatic darkness turning into a positive thing It's beautiful."

While Lang was in New York, I met up with him (record) the waltz. He adjusted his interpretation after each take, (change) the tempo and refining the quiet opening notes.

Sitting near the piano, I asked him people should care about this waltz, 175 years after Chopin's death. "This level of music making-it always touches us the deepest," he said. "To have a new work by this level of great artist — we're just so lucky. Just enjoy it."

It was a Saturday like any other until I found my husband, Ken, collapsed on the floor,8 breathing. My first aid training kicked in, and as I called for help, I felt surprisingly composed, recalling the moment at the9 . At the hospital, we learned Ken had suffered a severe stroke (中风) at just 44. I realized our lives had irreversibly changed. We were being given a great test. We were about to10 this unexpected new chapter in our lives.

Five months later, after11 the idea of placing Ken in a nursing home, we brought him home. Once strong and independent, he now relied on us for even the most basic tasks. After formal therapy ended, we12 the journey of home-style therapy, using patience, creativity, and lots of love. My children displayed incredible dedication to13 their father's life.

Over time, Ken made14 progresses. He can walk with a cane, and speak "I love you" and "thank you." His courage inspires us all. Though we wouldn't wish this journey on anyone through the storm, we've found strength, resilience and an incredible sense of calm that has deeply15 our lives.

However, saying no isn't easy for some people. For these people, a "soft no" can be a good start. This involves providing an explanation, without being overly apologetic. For instance, "Thank you so much for asking me to work on this project. It sounds really interesting, but I can't handle this right now." Over time, as confidence grows, use "hard no" responses. A "hard no" is firm, clear, and brief. For example, "No, thank you," or "Thank you, but I'm not available this week." Saying no gets easier the more we practice.

However, we should only accept requests that match with our personal values, make us feel good, and for which we truly have the time and energy.

Perhaps we worry unnecessarily about saying no to other people. A recent study showed that the negative consequences of declining requests are less than we think, especially in social situations. Furthermore, we tend to overestimate how others will react to our refusals.

Of course, having difficulty saying no isn't a mental illness. If it's a persistent concern, however, it might be a sign of something deeper. In these cases, seeking treatment can allow the person to deal with any underlying issues.

A. It can be a healthy thing.

B. It can be a skill that requires intentional practice.

C. Saying yes to everything is a people-pleasing behavior.

D. Learning to say no doesn't mean we can't ever say yes.

E. This behavior can reveal low self-esteem or personality disorders.

F. In fact, most reactions are far more positive or neutral than we anticipate.

G. We might fear refusing a request will anger our friends, family and peers.

When looking at the vast emptiness of the universe, there is a temptation (诱惑) to look at our tiny world with nihilism. To feel that our great achievements amount to nothing. That our history fails to leave a mark. That our concerns and anxieties are pointless.

I'm a cosmologist, the kind of scientist who studies the origin, history and evolution of the universe. I have spent years working to understand what cosmic voids teach us. And in the course of my studies, I have learned to reject that temptation.

It's true that Earth is neither large nor long-lived, but that is only one way of measuring significance. Compared with the cosmic voids, there is something special happening on our planet.   Earth is still the only known place in the entire universe where conscious beings raise their curious eyes to the sky and wonder. Earth is the only known place where humans can exist. It is the only known place where laughter, love, anger and joy exist. The only known place where we can find dance, music, and art. Our disagreements and all the beautiful complexities that make us human aren't meaningless. The experiences in our lives are special because they will never happen in the empty expanse of most of the universe

The same lessons that cosmic voids teach us are found in the voids we encounter in our own lives. The presence of voids guarantees the opposite; they create contrast; they are full of potential. The pain we feel from loss is the last reminder of the gift of a life deeply loved. The silence before a performance is full of electric expectation. Our choice to ignore stressful news is necessary to allow us to focus on what truly matters.

Artists have long understood the power of the void. The 12th-century poet Saigyo noted that the pauses between raindrops were as important as the drops themselves. The famed architect Rem celebrated the utility of negative spaces, proclaiming, "Where there is nothing, everything is possible."

The universe won't do anything for us except give us the freedom to exist. It is our job to fill the universe with meaning and purpose.

It was all in a day's work for Matt, who quit his job to help out at home. He is part of a quiet but growing group of men who manage responsibilities at home while their wives climb to top positions in finance. According to a 2023 report, Dads represented 18% of stay-at-home parents in 2021, up from 11% in 1989.

Wall Street has long struggled to promote and keep women. A hotly competitive industry that demands long hours, frequent travel and the need to be on call constantly, it has been an unwelcoming environment for women, particularly those with children. Managing the arrangements is a challenging task. Women leaders in finance say that having a partner who stays home can relieve that burden. The disheartening part of the message is that you can't achieve if one parent isn't at home.

For the men, being a househusband can come with a negative perception: Society often still assumes men will be the bigger earners and women the main caregivers. Not all men are as comfortable in the position. One stay-at-home dad says he sometimes tells other men that he manages real estate — technically true because the family owns a few buildings. He says he can identify other men in similar roles when they say they "run a small investment fund."

"We're all out there, but we can't say anything about it," he says.

Paul Sullivan, a stay-at-home dad, has been trying to change that. He founded a group called the Company of Dads, but he found no support groups for men in his position. He reached out for advice. Some said people sometimes made fun of the househusbands, calling them names like "Mr. Mom."

"Two things can be true at once," Sullivan says. "Moms can be discriminated against in the workplace, and dads can be afraid to take a lead role at home."

Can you tell a meaningful, true story from your life in just 100 words? That's the challenge we present in our 100-Word Personal Narrative Contest, inspired by the Tiny Love Stories series. After receiving more than 25,000 entries in the last two years and honoring dozens of outstanding teen-written memoirs, we've learned that it is absolutely possible to capture a powerful moment in just 100 words. We're looking for short but impactful stories that highlight a specific event or moment in your life, told in your unique voice. We're not asking you to follow a particular theme or structure, but we hope you'll explore different styles and forms to tell a story that is meaningful to you.

This contest is open to students aged 13 to 19 from around the world who are currently in high school. College students are not allowed, but high school students taking college classes, and students aged 19 or younger taking a gap year or not yet in college can participate. However, children of New English employees and those living in the same household are not allowed to enter.

Your work will be evaluated by New English journalists, Leaning Network staff, and educators from universities across the country. The prize for winning is having your story published on the Learning Network, with the possibility of being selected for the print editions of New English. Winners will be announced by May 1, 2025.

Contest dates: Jan. 6 to Mar. 4, 2025. Submissions must be received by Mar. 4, 2025, using the submission form provided. Please write to us at Feedback@newenglish. com.

The crowd roared as I took off from the starting line in The Big Race. Through the cheers, I heard Mom shouting, "Run, Sammy, run!" I knew without looking that she was smiling from ear to ear and clapping her hands for me.

I kept my eyes straight ahead running as fast as I could. "Run, run, run," I chanted to myself in my mind as I passed my friend Justin. I saw Justin's red face out of the corner of my eye and wondered if my own face was that red too?

"Run, run, run." I was on fire, passing Sarah, leaving her in my dust.

The coach was waiting for me at the finish line.holding the medal,for the fastest runner in kindergarten. I would wear that blue and white ribbon around my neck when we go out for ice cream to celebrate and then hang it in my room. Last night I took the collection of caps off the hook on my wall leaving it ready for my shiny new medal .I couldn't wait to see it every day when I woke up.

Dad was there in the crowd also and would pick me up and put me on his shoulders to carry around. "My son!" He would tell the other fathers, "My son won the race!"

I was going to win! Faster than Sarah, I came up behind Mikey, giving my legs that extra burst of energy to pass him by. The winner, Sammy! All that running in the park was worth it!

Just as I heard the roar of the crowd welcoming me to the finish line,I saw a blur out of the corner of my eye.What?There was Justin with his tomato cheeks running as fast as humanly possible,huffing and puffing like he was going to blow the house down.And then he was ir front of me.I was behind tomato face Justin.Crossing the finish line,I heard the voice over the loudspeaker boom,"Congratulations to the winner,Justin!"

Congratulations to Justin?

Congratulations to Justin.

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I stood there frozen as Justin was handed his medal.

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Suddenly, strong hands lifted me onto Dad's shoulders.

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Effective Self-directed English Learning:My Experience

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Food plays a significant role in classic Chinese novels, with one of the most famous examples being Cao Xueqin's Dream of the Red Chamber. In this 18th-century novel, food is a key part of the story, revealing details about characters advancing the plot. The book's most famous dish, a (prepare) of eggplant called qiexiang (茄鲞), is a rich dish that requires (day) to prepare, involving steaming eggplant ten times in soup made from old hens. The dish overwhelms the family's poor relatives, first with envy, and later with terrible discomfort in stomachs.

The novel provides ample inspiration to today's cooks. Food bloggers go viral with attempts (recreate) the book's most famous dishes. "Red Chamber Banquets" pop up in theme restaurants across China, and indeed worldwide, with the dishes plated in Michelin style.

While most foods (serve) in the novel are made with high skill, they are made with only a few simple seasonal ingredients. In China's culinary culture, humble ingredients (prize) because they are in season. A relative brags (吹嘘) about enjoying food out of season is later revealed to have a dangerously violent temper. A "bad apple," one might say.

Like all great literature, the enduring popularity of Dream of the Red Chamber comes from(it) many layers of meaning. Readers can appreciate it more than an engaging story. The same can also be said about the food. When we read about it, we can admire the cooking art, mine text for historical clues, or seek double meanings in every "bite".