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One morning, the door to the classroom opened and a new teacher, Mrs Cosby, walked in. She looked too 1 to handle us. And we sure gave her a 2 time，but she never lost her temper. And then came the last day of the first month. She 3 a bunch of papers”. We4the worst—a test. But oh no, it was something that totally 5 us.
Mrs Cosby asked us to come to the front of the class, and gave each of us a piece of 6, on which she had written what the student had been 7 at during the last month. You see, no one had ever 8 us. No one had ever liked us. We were constantly told what good - for - nothing Students we were. And here,9，was someone who had been 10 us closely for a month. We made things as difficult for her as we could. And yet she could find something 11 to say about each of us.
Mrs Cosby did this every12 from then on. Each month we got a piece of paper that emphasized our 13 She commented on my courage, how punctual I was, how good to 14 arguements if I wanted. Her positive attitude transformed our class. We did not want to 15 her feelings anymore. We actually started to 16.
And then came the day of our graduation. Mrs Cosby hugged us and told us with tears in her eyes how 17 she was of us. Then she 18each one of us a book. All the encouraging words through the years were there, in hard covers.
She said, “I want you each to keep this book and if ever during your life you feel unworthy, 19this and read how good you are. You can be anything you want to be 20 you believe in yourself. Promise me you'll remember that!”
