2013年3月9日星期六

In-class writing: A letter to Ann


Dear Ann,
After reading your article about dog food, I really appreciate your great exploring sprit. More importantly, your article prevents another horrifying tragedy from happening. Actually, I am fond of animals especially cats and dogs so I pay attention to what they eat. I have been interested in pet food since the first time I saw it in the supermarket. Those beautifully designed packaging and lovely advertising of pet food left me deep impression. I am always longing to try it until I saw your article.
At first, you vividly show me how bad the taste of dog food is and how low nutritional quality is by your detailed description. You talk about the disgusting taste of the dog food comparing it to Play-Doh, making me feel like I am chewing Play-Doh. My beautiful illusions about pet food totally collapsed. Besides, your focus turns to the misleading advertising tactics and slogans of pet food which are used by the food companies. How ridiculous they are!
Thanks for making me know the truth and please keep your exploring spirit in the future.

Best,
Sea

In-class writing : FB story


Identity

He Haiyun Sea
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Hearing this unexpected invitation, she was surprised and stared blankly at me, “Sorry... but I don’t think I know you.”
“Erica, I am sorry to bother you but I just cannot help to talking to you in school. All I want to do now is just tell you that… I like you.”
Although I had imaged this situation in my mind for many times, I would not deny it that I was still nervous. However, her react was beyond my imagination. She frowned and opened her mouth as she was shocked, and said, “I don’t know who you are or why you want to tell me this. I have to say that I am shocked. I am sorry.” Then she hastily packed her bag and was about to leave.
“Erica, it is Leo, the boy who has been chatting with you on Facebook for over 3 months…”
She stopped and turned to me, saying: “Yes, I do have a Facebook account but I seldom use it. And I did not talk with you on Facebook at all, not even once. I am afraid that you find a wrong person.”
I was stunned to hear what she said and suddenly my mind became blank. I shouted to her: “Are you kidding me? You added me on Facebook and sent messages to me first! If you don’t admit, you can check your Facebook now!”
“You are crazy!” She ignored me and walked away.
Why she pretended to be a stranger in front of me? She did add me on Facebook 3 months ago and chatted with me enthusiastically. From online chatting, I knew we were in the same college and shared so many interesting topics. Erica said she was too shy to talk to me in school at the moment and promised to meet me after 3 months. Though we had not yet talked to each other in reality, I could recognize her easily because of her pictures in her Facebook album. She was so beautiful and I just could not take my eyes off her. Finally, I made up my mind to ask her to go to dinner with me and tell her that I like her. Yet, I never thought her reaction would be like this. I was upset the whole day and thought about what was really going on. I sent messages to Erica on Facebook but she never replied. Later, she closed her Facebook account. There were thousands of possibilities in my mind. Did I do anything wrong to make her angry? She did not like my appearance so she tried to avoid me? Or anyone was impersonating her by using her Facebook?
I met Erica again on the campus 1 week later. To my surprise, there was a boy who looked inconceivably like Erica sitting next to her. The moment I saw them, I felt like my body got an electric shock and it was so weird that I did not what to do at all. Surprisingly, they came up to me slowly and I could feel his glowing gaze towards me. With a strange expression, Erica said to me: “Hello Leo, this is my twin brother Eric.” I looked at that boy’s pretty and slender face. A horrible idea came into my mind…
“Leo, I am sorry. I was a coward and I cheated you. My sister had no idea about it…”
“So it is you who use Erica’s Facebook account to chat with me all the time?”
“Yes.”
“Is it funny to see I am cheated by you? Are you satisfied with everything now? Why did you play this kind of joke?” I just felt like I am a clown and bitterly look into his eyes, which seemed have something different.
“I was not joking,” he said solemnly, “It’s all true except my identity. Could do please forgive me? “