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We were sitting in her classroom,giggling,jabbing each other and talking about the latest information of the day,like the peculiar purplecolored mascara Cindy was wearing.Mrs.Virginia DeView cleared her throat and asked us to hush.
"Now," she said smiling,"we are going to discover our professions."
The class seemed to gasp in unison.Our professions? We stared at each other.We were only 13 and 14 years old.This teacher was nuts.
That was pretty much how the kids looked at Virginia DeView,her hair swirled back in a bun and her large,buck teeth gaping out of her mouth.Because of her physical appearance,she was always an easy target for snickers and cruel jokes among students.
She also made her students angry because she was demanding.Most of us just overlooked her brilliance.
"Yes,you will all be searching for your future professions," she said with a glow on her face as though this was the best thing she did in her classroom every year."You will have to do a research paper on your upcoming career.Each of you will have to interview someone in your field,plus give an oral report."
All of us went home confused.Who knows what they want to do at 13? I had narrowed it down,however.I liked art,singing and writing.But I was terrible in art,and when I sang my sisters screamed:"Oh,please shut up." The only thing left was writing.
Every day in her class,Virginia DeView monitored us.Where were we? Who had picked their careers? Finally,most of us had selected something; I picked print journalism.This meant I had to go interview a true-blue newspaper re porter in the flesh,and I was terrified.
I sat down in front of him barely able to speak.He looked at me and said:"Did you bring a pencil or pen?"
I shook my head.
"How about some paper?"
I shook my head again.
Finally,I think he realized I was terrified,and I got my first big tip as a journalist."Never,never go anywhere without a pen and paper.You never know what you'll run into."
For the next 90 minutes,he filled me with stories of robberies,crime sprees and fires.He would never forget the tragic fire where four family members were killed in the blaze.He could still smell their burning flesh,he said,and he would never forget that horrid story.
A few days later,I gave my oral report totally from memory,I had been so mesmerized.I got an A on the entire project.
As we neared the end of the school year,some very resentful students decided to get Vir ginia DeView back for the hard work she put us through.As she rounded a comer,they shoved a pie into her face as hard as they could.She was slightly injured physically,but it was emotionally that she was really hurt.She didn't return to school for days.When I heard the story,I felt a deep,ugly pit fill my stomach.I felt shame for myself and my fellow students who had nothing better to do than pick on a woman because of how she looked,rather than appreciate her amazing teaching skills.
Years later,I forgot all about Virginia DeView and the careers we selected.I was in college scouting around for a new career.My father wanted me in business,which seemed to be sound advice at the time,except that I had no sense of business skills whatsoever.Then I re membered Virginia DeView and my desire at 13 to be a journalist.I called my parents.
"I'm changing my major," I announced.
There was a stunned silence on the end of the phone.
"What to?" my father finally asked.
"Journalism."
I could tell in their voices that my parents were very unhappy,but they didn't stop me.They just reminded me how competitive the field was and how all my life I had shied away from competition.
This was true.But joumalism did something to me; it was in my blood.It gave me the freedom to go up to total strangers and ask what was going on.It trained me to ask questions and get answers in both my professional and personal life.It gave me confidence.
For the past 12 years,I've had the most incredible and satisfying reporting career,covering stories from murders to airplane crashes and finally settling in on my forte.I loved to write about the tender and tragic moments of people's lives because somehow I feel it helped them in some way.
When I went to pick up my phone one day,an incredible wave of memories hit me and I realized that had it not been for Virginia DeView,I would not be sitting at that desk.
She'll probably never know that without her help,I would not have become a journalist and a writer.I suspect I would have been floundering in the business world somewhere,with great unhappiness shadowing me each day.I wonder now how many other students in her class benefited from that career project.
I get asked all the time:"How did you pick journalism?"
"Well,you see,there was this teacher..." I always start out.I just wish I could thank her.
I believe that when people reflect back over their school days,there will be this faded image of a single teacher-their very own Virginia DeView.Perhaps you can thank her before it's too late.
那时，我们坐在教室里，咯咯傻笑着，相互打闹着，谈论着当天的最新消息，比如辛迪那刚染的怪异的紫色睫毛。这时，维吉尼亚·迪薇莜夫人清了清嗓子，让我们安静下来。
“同学们，”她微笑着说，“下面，我们一起来思考一下我们未来的职业。”
班上所有的同学都似乎同时倒抽了一口凉气。未来的职业？我们都面面相觑。我们当时才13、14岁。这老师准是疯了。
其实，在孩子们的眼里，维吉尼亚·迪薇莜夫人确实像个疯子：她总是把头发盘在脑后，她那巨大的像獠牙一样的牙齿总是龇出嘴外。正是由于她的这副“尊容”，她总是很容易成为我们嘲笑和挖苦的对象。
此外，她还因为要求严格而让学生们感到愤怒。可是，我们绝大多数人对她的远见卓识却总是视而不见。
“是的，你们都要努力探求你们未来的职业，”她激动地说，脸上容光焕发，好像这就是她每年在所教班级里做的最好的一件事一样。“你们要写一份关于未来事业的调查论文。此外，你们每个人还必须要去采访从事该职业领域的有关人士，然后再做一个口头报告。”
于是，我们都满怀困惑地回家了。谁13岁的时候就能知道他们将来想从事什么职业呢？不过，我还是把职业范围给缩小了，我喜欢画画、唱歌和写作，但是，我没有绘画的天赋，而每次唱歌时，我的姐妹都总会高声尖叫；“哦，快给我闭嘴！”剩下的就只有写作了。
每天，在她的课堂上，维吉尼亚·迪薇莜夫人都会密切留意我们的调查进度。我们进行到哪个步骤？有谁已经确定了将来想从事的职业？等等。最后，大多数的同学都总算做出了选择，而我则选择了新闻出版业。这就意味着我必须得亲自去采访一个真正的报界记者，我感到非常害怕。
我坐在他的面前，胆怯得几乎说不出话来。他看着我，问道：“你带铅笔或钢笔了吗？”
我摇了摇头。
“那你带纸了吗？”
我又摇了摇头。
最后，我想他一定是看出了我的恐惧。于是，他教给了我作为一个记者的第一个诀窍。“无论到什么地方去，都要切记带上钢笔和纸。因为，你永远也不会知道你将遇到什么事情。”
在接下来的90分钟里，他给我讲了许多关于抢劫、疯狂犯罪和火灾的故事。他对我说他永远也忘不了那场悲惨的火灾。在那场火灾中，有一个家庭的四口人惨死在熊熊烈火中。他说，时至今日，他仍然能够闻到他们的身体燃烧时发出的气味。他永远也不会忘记那个恐怖的故事。
几天以后，我完全凭着记忆做了口头报告。要知道，我在采访的时候，是听得多么的入迷。这次的作业，我获得了个“A”。
当这一学年快结束的时候，一些对维吉尼亚·迪薇莜夫人怀恨在心的学生决定要对她进行报复，因为她布置的作业太难了。那天，当她走到一个拐角的时候，他们使尽全身的力气向她的脸上扔去一块馅饼。虽然，她的身体没有什么大碍，但是，她的精神上却着着实实地受到了极大的伤害。在那之后的许多天里，她都没有到学校上课。当我听说了这件事时，我感到胸口被吞噬在一个既深且丑陋的深渊里。我不禁为我自己和我的那些同学们感到羞耻，我们竟无聊到仅仅是因为她的相貌就要跟她过不去，却从来没有想过去体会她那精湛的教学技巧和方法。
许多年以后，我已经完全忘记了维吉尼亚·迪薇莜夫人以及我们曾经选择过的职业。在大学里，我四处奔波，找寻工作。我父亲想让我经商做生意，这在那时候看起来确实是一个非常好的建议。只是，我根本就不具备经商的才能。这时候，我想起了维吉尼亚·迪薇莜夫人，以及我13岁时想做一名记者的心愿。于是，我给父母打了电话。
“我想改专业。”我郑重地宣布。
电话的那头是震惊后的沉默。
良久，父亲才问道：“改成什么？”
“新闻专业。”
从他们的声音里，我能感觉到他们非常不满，但他们却并没有阻止我，只是提醒我这个领域的竞争有多么激烈，而我一直以来又是多么的害怕且回避竞争。
事实的确如此。但是，记者这一行业改变了我；我生来就是干这一行的。它让我坦然走向陌生人并且采访他们；它锻炼了我，使我学会无论是在工作中还是个人生活中如何向别人发问并设法得到答案。它使我变得自信。
在过去12年里，我度过了最棒的、最满意的记者生涯，报道了从谋杀案到飞机失事等各种新闻，并最终安顿在我自己最擅长的领域。我喜欢写一些有关人们生命中的那些柔弱而悲惨的时刻，因为我总觉得这样做能够在某些方面帮助他们。
有一天，当我拿起电话的时候，那久远的记忆竟突然如潮水一样汹涌而来，我意识到如果不是维吉尼亚·迪薇莜夫人，我是不会坐在那张办公桌前从事那份工作的。
她可能永远都不会知道，如果没有她的帮助，我是不会成为一个记者和作家的。也许此刻我正在商界的某个角落苦苦地挣扎求存，每天都被强烈的忧愁、烦恼所笼罩着。我现在想，她的其他学生中究竟还有多少人得益于她的职业设计作业？
经常有人问我：“你当初为什么会选择记者这个职业呢？”
“呃，是这样的。我有个老师……”我总是以此开始回答。我无异于希望能够向她表达我由衷的谢意。
我相信，当人们回首往事，重新回味他们学生时代的时候，脑海里一定会依稀浮现出一位老师的身影——他们自己的维吉尼亚·迪薇莜夫人。或许你该趁早向她道谢。
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