Wang Weisen Nana is my classmate who sits behind me. I got to know her the first day we set our feet on the new campus three months ago. She smiled and asked what my name was the moment I sat down in the classroom, and a lot of other questions, like what my dream university was. To be honest, I took to her the minute I caught sight of her smiling face. Naturally, we became friends. Her English is much better than mine. She is almost always the first to answer questions given by our English teacher. Besides, she is always ready to help those who are poor in English. One day, I failed to understand two complex sentences in a passage and was feeling blue. Sensing that, Nana offered to explain, which delighted me. But, to tell the truth, Nana is too talkative. Occasionally, when answering the teacher in chorus with others, she says something that has nothing to do with the teacher’s question. One day, she even turned back and asked what I’d like to have for supper while our teacher was talking in the front, for which I got scolded too. In the first two months, she was criticized twice or three times for things like this, including once by the head teacher. Luckily, Nana changed. She still answers questions voluntarily but seldom talks nonsense. Thus, she has become our English teacher’s favorite, who often praises her these days. She studies harder than ever before. One afternoon, she asked me to go with her to the teacher’s office and asked for more exercises to do, for she had already finished the assignment given. In yesterday’s class, our teacher showed us a short passage by himself, which was about what he did last Saturday. Only one minute later, she started to giggle. Most of us were surprised and expected that Nana would be scolded again. But the teacher, instead of shouting, smiled faintly to himself too. When we read the sentences, “On the way to the shop, I found the two shoes were not a pair. Luckily, it was evening and no one would notice,” we laughed too. I am happy to have Nana as my classmate. | 