F2F Class Notes (Tony) [W]

Books:  Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Vocabulary

kebab – chuanr stick

eg: A veggie kebab.

Sichuan Peppercorn –the small numbing balls

Sichuan Pepper – the red spicy vegetable

eg: I don’t really like sichuan peppers.

Pronunciation

Alladin

8th – Ate TH

Writing exercise

This is not a real story
Last night, a server typhoon attacked to shanghai. I had a dinner with my friend, she treated me chongqin hot pot, there were a lot of tiny peppers inside the hot pot, so my mouth was numb for long time like a lot of small bugs biting me. after dinner, we both were going to get back home by metro, unfortunately, the rain was heavy when I got off the train. I planned to call a taxi but failed, taxis were popular in this kind of weather, most people were waiting in the exit of the metro without umbrella. I was a little bit upset but still had to go home on foot.
The road was wet with puddle, I walked, one-foot set carefully down, then the other. I cannot see the road clearly because the raindrops covered by eyes although the night light was on. I took only 10 minutes to get home, but the time seemed to stop as if a hour long. I was wet from head to toe when I got home, nobody at home only the clock strike 10 times which liked to push me to go to bed. I decided to take a bath although I felt sick and tired. I guessed I had a fever, I laid on my big bed, with the blanket covered my body, I wanted to sleep but the serious headache disturb me to keep me sober. I had to open my eyes to stare to the celling and hear the dehumidifier sound. I thought some bacteria were happy in my body to suck my energy. I was not sure the time I fell to asleep. When I waked up it was the next day morning, the sun raise and shined, I sent a message to my boss to ask leave, the reason was that, I had got a serious sick, maybe die today, I cannot go to the office to infect others and you. Then I got up and cooked a nice breakfast follow the recipe. Bad yesterday, good today and better tomorrow.


This is not a real story /This is a Fictional story
Last night, a severe typhoon attacked to shanghai. I had dinner with my friend, she treated me to chongqing hot pot, there were a lot of tiny sichuan peppers inside the hot pot, so my mouth was numb for a long time like a lot of small bugs biting me. After dinner, we both were going to get back home by metro, unfortunately, the rain was heavy when I got off the train. I planned to call a taxi but failed, taxis are popular in this kind of weather, most people were waiting near the exit of the metro without an umbrella. I was a little bit upset but still had to go home on foot.
The road was wet with puddles, I walked strategically placing one foot down, then the other. I could not see the road clearly because the raindrops covered my eyes although the street lights were on. I took only 10 minutes to get home, but the time seemed to stop as if an hour had passed. I was soaking wet from head to toe when I got home, and nobody was there. The clock struck 10 times like it was pushing me to go to bed. I decided to take a bath although I felt sick and tired. I guessed I had a fever, I laid on my big bed, with the blanket covering my body, I wanted to sleep but the serious headache disturbed me and kept me up. I had to open my eyes to stare at the ceiling and hear the dehumidifier sound. I thought some bacteria were happy in my body to feed on my energy. I was not sure when I fell asleep. When I woke up it was the next morning, the sun came up and was shining, I sent a message to my boss to ask for leave, the reason was that, I had got a serious illness, maybe I will die today, I cannot go to the office to infect others and you. Then I got up and cooked a nice breakfast and followed the recipe. It was Bad yesterday, good today and will be better tomorrow.