That was many years ago， yet it is still fresh in my childhood memory． At a very young age， they taught me the power of words．

When I was in the second grade， my teacher had a（n） （1） 　　with my mom． I wasn't allowed to be with my mom that moment so I waited outside． As my teacher left， my mother （2） 　　me and I felt immediately that everything was not okay． "You're failing． She said that you're the only one failing in her （3） 　　． And she's pretty sure that you're not going to make it to the top section， I'm sorry．" Mom said as she held back her tears． Those （4） 　　ruined（毁灭） every piece of my childhood．

When I reached the sixth grade， failing grades and reports from teachers made me feel like I was（5） 　　． No one believed in me． Not even myself．

I moved to another school by the seventh grade where I met my new teacher， Miss Diana． We had a talk on the first day we met．

"I was planning a group activity and I'm wondering if you could be a group（6） 　　．" she said， cheerfully．

I hesitated at first． But then， she did everything just to convince（说服） me and it worked． I（7） 　　led the group． From that moment， I learned to smile again． I believe in myself again． And that is when I understood the power of words．

（1）A． interview	B． journey	C． conversation
（2）A． looked at	B． cared about	C． believed in
（3）A． club	B． class	C． family
（4）A． words	B． teachers	C． exams
（5）A． everything	B． something	C． nothing
（6）A． member	B． partner	C． leader
（7）A． secretly	B． successfully	C． carelessly