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Making friends
Jamie was like a magnet- she always had a crowd around her. She wasn't especially pretty, and she wasn't particularly good at sports. But she was one of the most popular students at school.Everyone loved her!
Why? What was it about Jamie that made everyone notice her ? If her looks and her talents weren't anything to show off, what did she have going for her?
Here it is - short and simple - Jamie had learned the secret of how to make friend and keep them. Her secret is: Be nice to others!Jamie was kind and genuinely cared about other; people responded by wanting to be around her.
going along with this big secret of making friends are a few additional suggestions:
Smiling suggests confidence. There is something fascinating about someone who smiles a lot We are automatically drawn to someone who is happy.Wearing a smile usually implies the person behind it is approachable. An approachable person makes others feel at ease and comfortable.
Smiles also convey confidence, which is really important when making friends. You don't have to actually feel confident to smile, but when you do, people will think you are.furthermore, the more you smile, the more natural your smile will be. You'll gain confidence from smiling!
Learn to listen and talk. Everyone wants to talk. We all have a story to tell. Each of us enjoys having someone listen to what we say.It makes us feel important when someone is truly interested in what we're saying.
When other people find out you are willing to listen, they will be talking to you! When someone is talking to you, zero in 100 per cent on that person. Don't pretend to listen but really think about something else. That won't work in making friends.
Meanwhile don't put the burden of the entire conversation on someone else.You've got to do your part,too. It is learning when to talk that is important. Try not to talk just to hear yourself talking; no one else can get a word in.
Everyone should learn to give and take in any relationship. Learn to move form being the centre of attention to focusing on the needs of others. Modesty is extremely attractive.
Try to add value to those around you. People light up when you recognize something they do well and let them know. It only takes a minutes to give someone a compliment or to notice what gifts a person has.It automatically adds value to how they see themselves. Try to be the kind of person who's always seeing the positive qualities in others. Don't tear someone down.
Adjo
How the years have rushed by!It has been a long time since I knew Marget Swenson .
I was a child when I knew her, and now I myself have children. The mind loses many things as it matures, but I never lost Marget - my first love and first hurt.
I met Marget Swenson when she joined our sixth-grade class.
Marget, just fresh from Sweden, and I, a sixth generation American. She spoke very little English, but somehow we did manage to understand each other. We took to each other instantly.
Marget lived up on the hill. That was the place where thee were many large and pretty houses.I suppose it was only white people loved there.
We had so much fun together.We sat for hours in my garden or hers, surrounded by grass. Her words were Swedish; mine, English. We laughed at the way each of us slid our tongues over the unfamiliar words. I learned the Swedish equivalents of hello,friend, and goodbye.
However, such fun did not last long, and the disaster began at Marget's birthday party.
It was a Wednesday. I arrived at the party early. Marget and I ran around quickly, putting the finishing touches on the decorations.
Some fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang, and in came Mary, another girl in our class.
But after that nobody came. No one.
When it got to be after five, Mrs Swenson called Marget inside. She was there for a long time, and when she came out, she looked very, very sad, " My mother does not think they are coming," she said.
" Why not?" Mary blurted.
Marget cast a quick glance at me, but she didn't say anything.
I took Marget's hand. "It's me, isn't it?"I said. Oh! I remember so painfully today how much I wanted her quick and positive "No!" to my question. But I was only aware of Marget trying to slip her hand from mine. I opened my hand from mine. I opened my hand and let her go.
It was different between us after her birthday. Marget stopped coming to my house, and when I asked her when she would, she looked as though she would cry.
One day, uninvited, I went to her house, climbed up the hill, and a restless feeling grew within me at every step.
Marget almost jumped when she opened the door, She stared at me in shock. Then,quickly. In a voice I'd never heard before she said,"My mother says you can't come to my house any more."
I opened my mouth, and closed it without speaking. The awful thing had come;my suspicion was confirmed:Marget was white and I was not. I did know it deep within myself.
Since that meeting Marget and I did not speak to each other at all.
On the last day of school,getting up a strange courage, I handed my autograph book to Marget. She hesitated, then without looking up, wrote word I don't remember now; they were quite common words, the kind everyone was writing in everyone else 's book. I waited. Slowly, she passed her book to me and in it I wrote with a slow,firm hand some of the words she had taught me. I wrote Adjo min wan - Goodbye, my friend. I released her, let her go . Told her not to worry, told her that I no longer needed her. Adjo.
PS：因为是我自己打的.所以可能有些小错误.如果有什么问题就问我吧.
Making friends
Jamie was like a magnet- she always had a crowd around her. She wasn't especially pretty, and she wasn't particularly good at sports. But she was one of the most popular students at school.Everyone loved her!
Why? What was it about Jamie that made everyone notice her ? If her looks and her talents weren't anything to show off, what did she have going for her?
Here it is - short and simple - Jamie had learned the secret of how to make friend and keep them. Her secret is: Be nice to others!Jamie was kind and genuinely cared about other; people responded by wanting to be around her.
going along with this big secret of making friends are a few additional suggestions:
Smiling suggests confidence. There is something fascinating about someone who smiles a lot We are automatically drawn to someone who is happy.Wearing a smile usually implies the person behind it is approachable. An approachable person makes others feel at ease and comfortable.
Smiles also convey confidence, which is really important when making friends. You don't have to actually feel confident to smile, but when you do, people will think you are.furthermore, the more you smile, the more natural your smile will be. You'll gain confidence from smiling!
Learn to listen and talk. Everyone wants to talk. We all have a story to tell. Each of us enjoys having someone listen to what we say.It makes us feel important when someone is truly interested in what we're saying.
When other people find out you are willing to listen, they will be talking to you! When someone is talking to you, zero in 100 per cent on that person. Don't pretend to listen but really think about something else. That won't work in making friends.
Meanwhile don't put the burden of the entire conversation on someone else.You've got to do your part,too. It is learning when to talk that is important. Try not to talk just to hear yourself talking; no one else can get a word in.
Everyone should learn to give and take in any relationship. Learn to move form being the centre of attention to focusing on the needs of others. Modesty is extremely attractive.
Try to add value to those around you. People light up when you recognize something they do well and let them know. It only takes a minutes to give someone a compliment or to notice what gifts a person has.It automatically adds value to how they see themselves. Try to be the kind of person who's always seeing the positive qualities in others. Don't tear someone down.
Adjo
How the years have rushed by!It has been a long time since I knew Marget Swenson .
I was a child when I knew her, and now I myself have children. The mind loses many things as it matures, but I never lost Marget - my first love and first hurt.
I met Marget Swenson when she joined our sixth-grade class.
Marget, just fresh from Sweden, and I, a sixth generation American. She spoke very little English, but somehow we did manage to understand each other. We took to each other instantly.
Marget lived up on the hill. That was the place where thee were many large and pretty houses.I suppose it was only white people loved there.
We had so much fun together.We sat for hours in my garden or hers, surrounded by grass. Her words were Swedish; mine, English. We laughed at the way each of us slid our tongues over the unfamiliar words. I learned the Swedish equivalents of hello,friend, and goodbye.
However, such fun did not last long, and the disaster began at Marget's birthday party.
It was a Wednesday. I arrived at the party early. Marget and I ran around quickly, putting the finishing touches on the decorations.
Some fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang, and in came Mary, another girl in our class.
But after that nobody came. No one.
When it got to be after five, Mrs Swenson called Marget inside. She was there for a long time, and when she came out, she looked very, very sad, " My mother does not think they are coming," she said.
" Why not?" Mary blurted.
Marget cast a quick glance at me, but she didn't say anything.
I took Marget's hand. "It's me, isn't it?"I said. Oh! I remember so painfully today how much I wanted her quick and positive "No!" to my question. But I was only aware of Marget trying to slip her hand from mine. I opened my hand from mine. I opened my hand and let her go.
It was different between us after her birthday. Marget stopped coming to my house, and when I asked her when she would, she looked as though she would cry.
One day, uninvited, I went to her house, climbed up the hill, and a restless feeling grew within me at every step.
Marget almost jumped when she opened the door, She stared at me in shock. Then,quickly. In a voice I'd never heard before she said,"My mother says you can't come to my house any more."
I opened my mouth, and closed it without speaking. The awful thing had come;my suspicion was confirmed:Marget was white and I was not. I did know it deep within myself.
Since that meeting Marget and I did not speak to each other at all.
On the last day of school,getting up a strange courage, I handed my autograph book to Marget. She hesitated, then without looking up, wrote word I don't remember now; they were quite common words, the kind everyone was writing in everyone else 's book. I waited. Slowly, she passed her book to me and in it I wrote with a slow,firm hand some of the words she had taught me. I wrote Adjo min wan - Goodbye, my friend. I released her, let her go . Told her not to worry, told her that I no longer needed her. Adjo.
PS：因为是我自己打的.所以可能有些小错误.如果有什么问题就问我吧.
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