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  Bad Eating Habits And College Students
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Author: Anonymous
Submitted: 03.21.09
Word Count: 421
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     When I was 5 years old, I couldn’t understand a saying told by my kindergarten teacher. She always said:“ A mother is she who can take the place of all others, but whose place no one else can take.” I never thought it was reasonable in my childhood,for a nice skirt, a delicious meal, even a small lollipop could take the place of my mother sometimes. When I was 15 years old, an extraordinary day made me know that my mother’s strict, tender and crazy love can never be replaced by anything else in the world. First and foremost, no one could be stricter to me than my mother. It was a hot Tuesday at my age of 15. To ensure I could keep a clear mind to study in the afternoon, my mother required me to form the good habit of noontime nap. Although I was quiet unwilling, I complied with her, since I didn’t want to listen to her endless lessons. Fortunately, one of my mother’s friends invited her to his home to have a lunch that day. “Remember to take a nap dear” she smiled to me. “Yes, madam!” I answered happily. Closing the door, I turned on the TV immediately to search my favorite TV program—Animal World. When I was intoxicated in the battle between two tigers, the door was opened. It was my mother! “Mom…you… you…why…” I said embarrassedly. “What are you doing?”,My mother interrupted me angrily, “what have you promised me? uh?” I bowed my head as low as I can. “Go to stand in the yard! Right now! ”she scolded to me. I realized that this time I did nettle my mother. It was 2 o’clock in the afternoon and the temperature outside was almost 40°C, furthermore the sun was like a huge fireball. My sweat was like a stream flowing down along my check, my head felt a fit of dizziness, and my throat was terribly dry as if it would be on fire the next second. I turned back to the window and saw my mother. Seeing my miserable body, she betrayed sad eyesight, which was bulling with love. Did she feel sad for me? If so, why must she treat me in such a strict way? When I was thinking, a fit of pitch-darkness appeared in front of my eyes and I fell in a faint simultaneously. Thanks to my heatstroke, I experienced my mother’s tender love deeply.

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