Task 3: 23 Sep, 2013
Story time should have finished half an hour ago, It is time for students to be here first floor waiting for the parents, when they finished their English story class, but Amy was nowhere to be found. Amy was a timid girl when she first joined to our story time; her puzzled eye expression somehow, made herself like a stranger to teachers. She frequently listen silently in the corner . That was hard for teachers to tell whether or not she could follow.
A chilly air blew in the winter night, that made me feel sorry for keeping mommy from waiting too long. I ran from inside out just looking for her. My Story House located right across the street from a park. Kids sometimes would asked teachers to play with them in there, specially when their parents came late for them. I came back from park disappointingly, but sure that she got be still here somewhere. I smelled something different. I took a peek at the window up above, I saw a bright light in the story room. I just came up steps, I heard a giggling voice. Following the sound, I found the teacher and Amy. Danielle, our story teller, who had been very closed to her students. It did not take long for her to learn how to tell an English story to non English speaking children here as a junior teacher. I stood outside of the door, while they both enjoyed each other`s for company.
Now, she reads with a formula of emotion in story for Amy. I forgot what was I coming up here for, since a wonderful atmosphere filled in the room with her fast English speaking of novel reading. At times, her reading tone raised like an eagle that powerfully swoosh down from the sky to the tree, that lifted Amy `s excitement and laughed . Once in a while, she sounded soft and sweet like a gentle breeze that whirring up Amy`s soul in the persistent story wins, that carried Amy`s imagination flew into a fantastic world. Such a beautiful relationship between them which touched my heart to take a picture for them. I could sense a special power was within them, and I knew that is going to influence them forever in both of their future lives.
Amy read English novels more than before. Her beautiful eyes sparkling showed on her face with confidence, whenever she read to herself. However, I believe that the power of stories, and the love from the teacher who freed Amy from timidness, a genuine friendship makes me ponder, what a friendship that slowly transpiring a decent love to share from now and then.
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Story time should have finished half an hour ago, every students was supposed to show up down stairs for their parents [I don't understand what you're trying to say here] once they finished their English story class, but Amy was nowhere to be found. Amy was a timid girl when she first joined to our story time, [;] her puzzled eye expression somehow, made herself like a stranger to teachers. She frequently silence listening [listen silenty] in the corner . That was hard for teachers to tell whether or not she could follow.
A chilly air blew in the winter night, that made me feel sorry for keeping [whose?[ mommy from waiting too long. I ran from inside out just looking for her. My Story House [is] located right across the street from a park. Kids sometimes would asked teachers to play with them in there, [specially] when their parents came late [to pick them up] for them. I came back from[the] park disappointedly, but sure that she[had] got be still here somewhere. I smelled something different. I took a peek at the window up above, I saw a quite bright light in the story room. I moved on just with few steps [?], I heard a giggling voice. Following the sound, there, I found the teacher and Amy. Danielle, our story teller, who had been very closed to her students. It did not take long for her to learn how to tell an English story to non English speaking children here as a junior teacher. I stood outside of the door, while they both were enjoyed each other['s] for accompany [company] relaxing moment.
Now, she is [tense] reading with a formula of emotion in story for Amy. I forgot what was I coming up here for, since a wonderful atmosphere filled in the room with her fast English speaking of novel reading. At times, her reading tone raised like an eagle that powerfully swoosh down from the sky to the tree, that lifted Amy `s excitement and laughed . Once in a while, she sounded soft and sweetly like a gentle breeze that whirring up Amy`s soul in the persistent story wins, that carried Amy`s imagination flew into a fantastic world. Such a beautiful relationship between them which touched my heart to take a picture for [of] them. I seemed could sense a special power [relationship] was within them, and I knew that is going to influence them forever in both of their growing up life [years- consider revising this phrase].
Amy read English novels more than ever since. Her beautiful eye[s] sparkling would show her [with] confidence whenever she read to herself. Somehow, it made me believe that the power of stories, and the love from the teacher which freed Amy from timid[ness], [;]moreover a genuine friendship, however ponders me what a friendship that slowly transpiring a decent love to share from now and then. [This last sentence is lost in translation. Can you simplify what you're trying to say?]
nice story. thanks for sharing.