库茨夫人半卧在一把椅子上看着我，眼神里充满了疲倦。在离她最近的一张椅子上，我坐了下来，然后把学期论文放到她的手里。她朝论文看了一眼，然后又看向我，脸上露出了古怪的表情。
我结结巴巴着说：“我的会计学教授认为，我的学期论文应该归功于您这样的一位老师——还有——呃——我真的非常感激您为我做的所有事情。我就是想谢谢您。”
库茨夫人哭了。她呜咽着说：“你是唯一一个来向我说谢谢的人。这真是煎熬的一年，你的拜访让我的病感觉好了许多，比吃过的所有药都有效。上帝保佑你!”她站了起来，把我从椅子上轻轻拉了起来，她伸出双臂将我紧紧地抱在怀里，我们两个人都流下了眼泪。她说：“我真高兴你能来看望我。”
我应道：“我也非常高兴！”
此后，我就再也不曾对表达谢意感到为难了。
说出感谢并不是什么难事，其实“谢谢”并没有太多附加意义，只是你自己心里想得太多而已。
that dreaded term paper
anonymous
ia state university, dr. norman dressel, crisply outlined the requirements of the term paper, he sounded especially forbidding. as he regarded us eyes, his summation said it all: “of course, the content is important, but so is proper form and precise bibliography and annotation.” the dread in the classroom seemed to ht the air.
after the bell, as my classmates filed out mumbling darkly, i recalled another classroom that of mrs. ado coots, the terror of forsyth county high. i could still picture her neat script in the margins of my english papers, carefully enumerating each of my grammatical shortcomings in bright blue ink.
“one of these days,” mrs. coots , “you students here e mrs. coots from her relentless drilling in the basics of english composition. she in her determination that raphy. at the slightest protest, mrs. coots’s dark eyes flashed. “you than my term papers, but mean had been more difficult than one of her term papers, not even the prospect of one of professor dressel’s. he rader, seeming to take particular delight in giving cs to a students. the next day i thre harder on it than any project i could remember.
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