[原创]儿子的一篇做义工的作文
文章简介:
儿子参加了好几个课外组织,并且在其中几个担任重要职务,这其中包括Key Club.想必大家都知道,Key Club是一个全美范围内的学生义工组织,以帮助弱者,贫者,或需要帮助的人为宗旨.
文章讲述了他和另外三位同学一起帮助一个贫困家庭baby-sitting三胞胎小孩的事情.这个家庭的男主人去世了,女主人的收入比较微薄,使得她抚养四个小孩有经济困难(一位是middle school 学生,另外就是三胞胎baby).这篇文章就主要讲他们四个同伴义务带三胞胎baby并为他们换尿布的情景.
儿子一向幽默,这次也不例外.他有意在文中利用了他的中文名字"瀑"的发音,借以达到一种幽默效果.因为瀑布的"瀑"的中文发音正好和换尿布前后的境况结合产生某种幽默感.其实,儿子在学校通常都是用英文名的.和他一起做这次义工的另外三位同学,一位男生,两位女生,都是白人孩子.
好了,下面是正文.
Essay topic: First experiences can be defining. Cite a first experience and explain its impact on you. “Hey.” I assessed my surroundings: a vacant, dark room to my left, a staircase in front of me that was barricaded as if to prevent undead zombies from attaining the sacred plateau, and a populated room to my right, dimly lit by yellow light. My body was carried toward the brightness by my feet. “Hi! Come on in!” My surroundings assessed me: a somewhat-tall-for-his-age, medium build teenage boy with hair and eyes that screamed oriental and an unrestrained expression of anticipation plastered over his face. “Hi, I’m Pu. Nice to meet you.” I shook hands with the apparent mistress of the population. As we clasped our hands in formalities, four other sets of eyes fell upon me. One brown set peered through ovoid glasses that sat upon the nose of a middle-school boy. The other three sets, two identical and blue, the third round and brown, belonged to similar looking infants. “Nice to meet you too. Thank you so much for coming; you have no idea how much this means to me. I haven’t slept in three days. Wait, what was it again? Pooh?” The mistress appeared to be embarrassed. “It’s P-ew.” My face wrinkled itself into the expression that it had worn countless times before. “It’s okay; everyone gets it wrong. I’m happy to be here, I love kids.” As I elongated and emphasized love’s “o,” sounds from behind me indicated that my comrades had arrived. A tall, chiseled body topped by a proud head belonged to a specimen to which others referred as Tim, and to which I referred as Timmy. Not pi feet behind him walked our “Diaper Brigade,” so dubbed as to reflect Tim’s and my unwillingness to change diapers and our lack of hesitation in placing the unwanted duty upon the opposite sex. Kate and Megan came in smiling. My three comrades exchanged formalities with the mistress, much as I had done, and we, four anxious high school juniors volunteering with the Key Club, were ready to baby-sit a set of beautiful one-and-a-half-year-old triplets. However, with no baby-sitting experience under my belt, the three infants’ cute faces looked less than darling. The mistress flashed a warm, grateful smile and walked out the side door. Left to our task, we proceeded with care and energy. The boy with the glasses popped in a Creed CD. Kate sang. Megan laughed. Tim nodded in rhythm. I sat on the floor, with my inner infancy unleashed, and analyzed the babies’ dimples. Much merriment was had by all. Dinnertime came, hotdogs were cooked and then sliced into eight equal, bite-sized pieces, and the triplets, as well as the carpet, were fed. The night advanced quickly. And then it happened. I could smell it. Tim could smell it. My uncle halfway around the world could smell it. Kate grabbed a diaper and an infant boy. Megan ran after her with the girl. Much to my dismay, the last infant poop machine was in need of a change also. Tim and I, sensing the seriousness of the situation, did what any pair of guys who had never changed a diaper would d we stared at each other blankly. Finally, we grudgingly accepted the reality of the situation. A baby foot in my mouth and four wrinkled noses later, all three infants were cleaned and changed. I, we, swelled with pride. “Pee-ew.” I raised my head slowly toward the source of the noise. After realizing that Tim had not been calling for me, I looked back down at the little tyke who had just made my worst nightmare a reality, and the dirty, smelly diaper that lay next to him. I had not just changed a dirty diaper; I had done something that I had previously considered vile in caring for someone else; I had taken a step back from selfishness and a step toward my future as a parent. I forced little Nathan into a loose hug, and felt gratitude.
