小故事

　　《Anna》
　　Tribute to the Newton massacre, a fictional story by Jo Yang

　　It was the Fourth of May; although this time of the year suggests that the weather should at least be offering some sort of warm comfort, however, the sun’s rays aren’t as generous for the people who lived in a small town named Lipton.

　　Just like any other day, Anna turned to lock the doors to her small two-bedroom apartment in a quiet neighborhood before leaving for work at the local Elementary school. She was a small town girl, who had graduated from a liberal college not far away from home with an English bachelors degree.

　　After college she moved back home and took exams to be certified as a k-12 schoolteacher. It was not something she had thought she’d do when she entered college. In fact, she had always been indifferent towards the occupation since her mom had worked as a high school math teacher for twenty some years.

　　Entering college she had no idea what she wanted to do or major in at all. After hopping around taking some engineering classes as well as business classes, she finally decided that literature was what she liked best, and what she felt most comfortable with.

　　The fact that one can realize their own dreams and fantasies with only simple tools such as a pencil and a piece of paper in hand felt exhilarating to her. As graduation rolled around, she almost decided on going for an internship, as an assistant for an editor of a magazine, until that last semester, she took an introduction to education class and finally found her passion for teaching. Sometimes it’s a scary thing to see how you yourself can influence another human being so much just through teaching.
　　The kids looked up to her as their role models and the achievement felt great. So now, here she is, arriving up at the Northeast Elementary School, it’s her third year teaching the third grade class here.

　　The morning was just as usual, as she walked through the door a couple of her colleagues greeted her with coffee in hand and she returned the action with a bright smile on her face. She always believed that happiness was contagious, and hoped that even if the kids didn’t understand a word she taught that day, at least they will remember her smile, and remember long after they had graduated to have a positive attitude living.

　　She arrived with 30 minutes to spare before a hectic day would begin. After she hung up her light jacket and settled down to read the morning newspaper for a while, the kids began to arrive one after another. A string of cheerful “Hi Ms.Hsu” erupted and she could feel the energy in the air.

　　Just another day in the work, as she gathered the kids for the last event of the day, story reading, or so she thought.

　　“brrring brrring” was it the fire alarm The kids lined up and did their head count while behaving very nicely as the intercom made noises.

　　“BANG! BANG!”
　　What is that sound The kids looked at each other wondering in their 8 year-old minds.

　　“Everyone move to the coat room, be very quiet like the little sheep in the story remember guys” trying to calm her nerves she spoke with a tone of authority. However, she could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Something was going very wrong.

　　She hurriedly locked the door behind her, trying to shut off whatever that is going on outside. God I pray to you, please help us, she mumbled under her breath. But to no avail, the incessant pounding of the door, people screaming, shouting, and crying.

　　She thought it was just another regular day, as a regular third grade schoolteacher, in a nice little town called Lipton.

　　As if everything fell to slow motions, she saw the world’s most evil villain, expressionless, shooting at her kids mercilessly. She tried to stand in front of her kids and protect them, even though she too knew that it was hopeless. Something hit her, but she still kept her smile and held them in her arms. She hoped that her smile was what they saw, if that is the last thing they could remember.

　　Anna Hsu
　　Our loving teacher and a brave hero
　　May this sweet soul rest in peace
　　1988.8.8 – 2013.5.4

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　　《安娜》
　　向Newton 大.屠.杀致敬，一个原创的故事，作者：九月飘雪点

　　是五月四日，虽然按照月份来说，今天的天气应该至少温暖一些，但是对Lipton 这个小村庄的人们，太阳并不强烈。

　　就像以往的任何平常的一天一样，安娜转身锁上了她租住的两室一厅的门，就驱车上班去了。她从小在一个小城市长大，大学里学习的专业是英语，现在是一名小学老师。

　　大学后，她暂时搬回家去并考了正规的教师执照。做老师这件事情，其实并不在她的计划之中。在她刚进入大学时，甚至连考虑都没有考虑过这个职业，因为她的妈妈本身就是一名高中数学教师，教书二十几年了。

　　刚上大学时，她对未来完全茫然，尝试性的修过计算机专业课，也学习过经商的课程。她最终还是选择了英语这个专业。因为读写文章是她的爱好。

　　一个人只需要一支笔和一张纸，就可以实现整个世界，这是多么神奇的一件事情。当毕业来临时，她差一点就选择去到一家报社当一位编辑实习。但是在最后的一个学期里，一门‘教学101’的选修课让她发现了她对教学的热情。在教导的学生中看到自己的影子是一件很不可思议的事情。作为一位老师，自身对他人成长的影响是巨大的。

　　这些小孩把她看作他们的模范，这种成就感是无法用言语描述的。所以现在她成为了一名在东北小学工作的教师，这是她带领三年级的班级的第三年了。

　　早上也很平常，她刚走入校园的大门就有许多她的同事友好的向她问好。她也同样的回给他们她的招牌笑容，灿烂的笑容是可以传染喜悦的。这就是她的座右铭，就算她的学生在她的课上什么都没听懂，她也希望在他们毕业后，能记住她的笑容，而他们也能在以后的成长道路中抱着积极向上的态度去面对每一天。

　　到达班级的时候离开课还有三十分钟，挂好她薄薄的外套，坐下读着早上的报纸。没读一会儿，学生们就接二连三的进入教室，充满活力的向她道，“早安，徐老师！”教室里充满了小孩们活跃的气氛。

　　‘又是一天要过去了，’ 她把学生们聚集起来读着故事。这是今天的最后一课了，接近放学时她想着。

　　“叮！叮！叮！”是火警铃吗？小孩们乖乖的按照老师的指示排好队，没有人大声说话。通过广播器传来一阵吵杂声。

　　“砰！砰！”
　　那是什么声音？小孩们天真无知的询问着对方。

　　“大家移动到衣橱那边，请不要说话，就像刚刚故事里的那只安静的小羊一样，还记得吗？”她深呼吸着让自己放松，语气坚定的指挥着学生们。她可以感觉到脖子后面的汗毛都竖了起来，这种感觉糟透了。

　　她迅速的把身后的门反锁，好似这样就能隔离外面的喧闹。神，我向你乞求，请你帮助我们，她默默的祈祷着。但是没有用，门的撞裂声，人们的尖叫，呼喊，和哭声。

　　她以为今天只是任何平常的一天，她当着她的小老师，在这个名叫Lipton 的小镇上。

　　好似眼前的影像放慢，她看到了这个世界上最大的恶.魔，他面无表情，无情的拿着枪用子弹打向她的孩子们。她试图保护着他们，站在孩子们和恶.魔之间，虽然内心里她也知道这没有用。有什么东西击中她了，让她停滞，但她的脸上依然露出了笑容，把他们拥抱在她的怀里。她希望她的笑容是他们幼小的生命中最后一刻所见到的。

　　安娜徐
　　我们爱戴的老师和勇敢的榜样
　　她甜美的灵魂永眠
　　1988.8.8 – 2013.5.4

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