My best friend Lisa and I carefully wrote our words with a No. 2 pencil. We took turns writing down the sentences. "Dear Miss Hanley," we wrote, "you like Kathleen better than you like us. That isn't fair." Miss Hanley was our fourth-grade teacher. She was in her 20s, with short, dark, curly hair and lively grey eyes. It was her first-year teaching in our public school in the northeast Bronx.
"You're a very talented writer," Miss Hanley often told me. This excited me. A few weeks into this school year, Lisa and I had co-authored a play based on our favorite novel, Little Women. And we performed the play in front of the class. When the curtain came down, the applause from the students was light. But Miss Hanley clapped strongly, saying, "Great! Great!" Lisa and I ignored the other kids, and were high on her praise for days.
I didn't envy Lisa's relationship with Miss Hanley. Sharing Miss Hanley was a bond between us. In Miss Hanley's class, we behaved ourselves, although we couldn't help comparing ourselves with Kathleen, whose demeanor（风度）and dress were perfect. Kathleen lived in her family's big house with a beautiful garden. Lisa and I lived in small apartments. Her eyes were as huge as those of most film stars. She spoke softly and politely. Her hair was waved, clean and tidy. My hair was loose and wild. Lisa and I wore clothes that didn't always match. I sometimes wore my sister's hand-me-downs. Kathleen did best in her studies and of course Miss Hanley liked her. The funny thing is that I didn't like Kathleen and neither did Lisa. In fact we didn't know why.
Lisa and I continued writing our note to Miss Hanley, "You call on Kathleen more than you call on us. You like her because she is a goody-goody （讨好卖乖的人）. That's not fair! Just that we are not goody-goodies does not mean you should like us less."
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My heart was pounding as we left the note before class on Miss Hanley's desk. ____________________
At three o'clock, Miss Hanley asked us to stay after class for a few minutes. _______________________
My heart was pounding as we left the note before class on Miss Hanley's desk. We folded it in threes, so nobody else could see what was written. I was sure Miss Hanley was going to be very angry. It was a long and hard day. I regretted sending the note and was terrified of Miss Hanley's reaction. I couldn't concentrate in class, and kept sneaking glances at Lisa. She glanced back, looking equally upset.
At three o'clock, Miss Hanley asked us to stay after class "for a few minutes". Lisa and I stood before her desk. Fists clenched, I was unable to meet Miss Hanley's eyes. "Girls," Miss Hanley said gently, "I have no favorites in my classroom. Each kid is unique." Her voice was so kind. "You girls are very different from Kathleen. I'll tell you what I find wonderful about you—your senses of humor, your imaginations and your passion about life." My fists finally unclenched. There was room in Miss Hanley's heart for me! I didn't need to compete with anyone else. It was a far different message—a much happier one. It was a message that I immediately embraced and have never forgotten.