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You never know the difference you might make if you take the time to encourage someone. I gave up the idea of being a writer the summer before I started college. Id been writing since I was five years old. My little friends wanted toys at that time， but I just wanted paper. Childhood passed and a box of short stories gave way to my middle school days. I wrote for a magazine and by the time I was in my eighth grade， half of the annual publications were written by me. Sometimes Id dream about being a novelist， writing books that everyone might read. My dad was always sure that it would happen. When he read my poems or stories， tears welled up. “Thats beautiful， honey，” he always told me. “One day， the entire world will know what a gift you have.” Those words encouraged me through high school to keep believing that writing was my calling.
But somewhere along the months of my senior year， I became disappointed. The crazy injustice in this world—bad guys getting back out on the street and doing harm again and again， changed my mind. “Im going to be a lawyer in the future，” I told my parents. My dads face fell， but he kept his smile. “Whatever you do， youll be brilliant at it，” he said to me.
One of my first classes at college was Journalism 100. One day， the professor， Bob Scheibel， assigned us a story about an apartment fire. He gave us the facts and we had a few days to write a news story.
I was sure that I had gotten the facts right when I wrote the story. I didnt expect much feedback. But a few days later， Bob Scheibel asked me to talk to him after class. Questions raced through my mind. What had I done wrong？ Had I gotten the facts mixed up？ Had I missed anything critical in the details？ Five minutes after the class， I found myself in front of the professor. His eyes met mine with great seriousness.
注意：
1. 所續写短文的词数应为150左右;
2. 续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好。
Paragraph 1：
The professor asked whether I had read an article about this event on the newspapers.
Paragraph 2：
Since then， I began to devote myself to writing.
You never know the difference you might make if you take the time to encourage someone. I gave up the idea of being a writer the summer before I started college. Id been writing since I was five years old. My little friends wanted toys at that time， but I just wanted paper. Childhood passed and a box of short stories gave way to my middle school days. I wrote for a magazine and by the time I was in my eighth grade， half of the annual publications were written by me. Sometimes Id dream about being a novelist， writing books that everyone might read. My dad was always sure that it would happen. When he read my poems or stories， tears welled up. “Thats beautiful， honey，” he always told me. “One day， the entire world will know what a gift you have.” Those words encouraged me through high school to keep believing that writing was my calling.
But somewhere along the months of my senior year， I became disappointed. The crazy injustice in this world—bad guys getting back out on the street and doing harm again and again， changed my mind. “Im going to be a lawyer in the future，” I told my parents. My dads face fell， but he kept his smile. “Whatever you do， youll be brilliant at it，” he said to me.
One of my first classes at college was Journalism 100. One day， the professor， Bob Scheibel， assigned us a story about an apartment fire. He gave us the facts and we had a few days to write a news story.
I was sure that I had gotten the facts right when I wrote the story. I didnt expect much feedback. But a few days later， Bob Scheibel asked me to talk to him after class. Questions raced through my mind. What had I done wrong？ Had I gotten the facts mixed up？ Had I missed anything critical in the details？ Five minutes after the class， I found myself in front of the professor. His eyes met mine with great seriousness.
注意：
1. 所續写短文的词数应为150左右;
2. 续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好。
Paragraph 1：
The professor asked whether I had read an article about this event on the newspapers.
Paragraph 2：
Since then， I began to devote myself to writing.