High School English essays TUYỂN TẬP 100 BÀI LUẬN TIẾNG ANH CỰC HAY KHÔNG THỂ BỎ QUA – CHỦ ĐỀ ĐA DẠNG Lv TỪ CƠ BẢN ĐẾN NÂNG CAO

TUYỂN TẬP NHỮNG BÀI LUẬN TIẾNG ANH HAY THEO CHỦ ĐỀ





High School English essays
TUYỂN TẬP 100 BÀI
LUẬN TIẾNG ANH CỰC
HAY KHÔNG THỂ BỎ
QUA – CHỦ ĐỀ ĐA DẠNG
Lv TỪ CƠ BẢN ĐẾN
NÂNG CAO

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Write a story based on this line : "By evening, she was running a high fever "

Far up in the mountains of Canada, there is an old abandoned log cabin. Once it
was occupied by a young couple who wanted to distance themselves from the chaos
of this modern world. Here they were miles away from the nearest town. Bob, the
husband, made the occasional trip into town to buy supplies whereas Jan, his wife,
spent her free time by the fire, sewing. Their life was simply idyllic.
Then, one midwinter's day, Jan woke up from bed with a strange ache in her bones.
Putting it down to overwork, Bob shooed her to bed and made sure she rested.
Though Jan was impatient to get to her chores, Bob soothed her, "Relax, Sugar.
You're overdoing things. All these chores will be here when you recover."
However, Jan seemed to be getting worse instead of recovering. By evening, she
was running a high fever and in greater pain. In spite of his best efforts, Bob could
not manage to ease her suffering. And then suddenly, she started to lapse into
unconsciousness.

It was then obvious that she was seriously ill. What could Bob do? He had no
experience in treating the sick and Jan was getting worse by the minute. He knew
that there was an old doctor in town but he lived three miles away, downhill. Pot-
bellied and obese, there was no way the doctor could make it up to their cabin.
Something had to be done quickly! Bob racked his brains but to no avail. The only
thing left to do was to go to the doctor. In Jan's condition, she could never walk that
far in the waist-deep snow. Bob would have to carry her!
Bob searched his mind for a way to move poor, sick Jan. Then, he remembered. He
had once made a sledge so that they could ride together over the mountain. They
never got around to using it though, because the whole mountain was thickly
covered with rocks and trees. He had never found a safe way down, not even once.
"Well," he thought, "looks like I'm going to have to try it anyhow," as he dug out the
sledge from the storeroom. "Jan may die unless I get her to the doctor, and life
means nothing to me without her." With this thought in mind, Bob gently tucked Jan
into the sledge, got in the front, and with a short prayer for safety, pushed off.
How they got through that ride alive, Bob has never figured out. As trees loomed up
in front of him and just as quickly whizzed by his side, close enough to touch, he felt
relieved that Jan was not awake to experience the ride. It was all he could do not to
scream as collision seemed imminent, time and again, with only inches to spare.
At last, bursting from the mountainside, the town came into view. Barely slowing
down, they sped through the icy streets, only losing speed as they neared the doctor's
house. The sledge, battered through the journey, collapsed in the left ski as it came
to a halt, spilling out its occupants. Bob picked up his Jan and made his way into the
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doctor's house.
After what seemed to be a long winter, Jan recovered fully from her illness but Bob
never recovered from his fright. They moved into the little town so as to be near help
in times of crisis, and have lived there ever since.

idyllic

simple and carefree



rack one's brains

strain to find a solution



batter

to damage as by heavy wear



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Write a story using this sentence as your first line : "It seemed like it was
going to be another one of those days when nothing much happens."

It seemed like it was going to be another one of those days when nothing much happens.
Ken and his friends were playing their regular football game along the banks of the river
near their small village. In the midst of the game, Ken's attention was drawn to a tourist
boat passing by.
Actually, tourist boats were quite common in their area. It was also common for some
of the tourists to take potshots at the birds and squirrels along the way. This is why
Ken's friends were not really surprised to hear a few small explosions from the boat.

They ignored the sounds and went on with their game.
However, they were startled when they suddenly heard loud cries for help coming from
the boat. They could see that the crew were running about, panic-stricken. Some people
were shouting to them.
"Their engine must have blown up! Look, there's smoke and the boat's out of control.
It's going towards the rapids," Ken pointed out to his friends.
Ken's village was located at the point at which the tourist boats turned around and
headed back upstream. Three kilometers downstream were the rapids, which spelt
trouble for the boats.
"It's heading straight for the rapids! They're in trouble! The boat will be smashed against
the rocks!" Ken exclaimed. "Let's get help!"
The boys sprinted back to the village for help. Along the way, they met the village
headman. Stumbling over his words in his haste, Ken explained the emergency to the
headman.
The headman was a man of quick action. Without wasting any time, he yelled out to
some men to help him carry his powerful outboard motor to the jetty. With the motor
tied firmly onto bamboo poles, they rushed hurriedly down to the jetty.
Their haste was indeed necessary for, by the time the men had reached the jetty, they
saw that the boat was dangerously close to the rapids. There was not a moment to lose!
With quick hands, the headman attached the outboard motor to his sampan and then
sped off to the rescue.
Upon reaching the tourist boat with bare minutes to spare, the headman realized his
mistake. How could so many tourists be packed into this small sampan? The headman
was filled with despair. Then he saw the rope that had been used to tie down the
outboard motor to the bamboo poles. It had been flung into the sampan in his haste.
Quickly, he grabbed the rope and flung it to the boatmen on the tourist boat.
"I'll tow you back!" he shouted.
After the boatmen had tied the rope firmly to their boat, the headman made a swift U-
turn and then, putting the engine on full power, he steered his sampan upstream. The
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rope gave a jerk and then, to everyone's relief and joy, the tourist boat moved forward,
obediently following the small sampan.
Loud cheers burst out from the tourist boat and the observers on the shore. Thanks to
the headman's courage, the cooperation from the villagers, and the quick action of the
boys, the tourists were saved from certain death in the rapids.



take potshot

a shot which is fired carelessly or with little preparation



sprint

to run as fast as you can over a short distance



stumble

to act or speak falteringly



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Describe an incident when a moment of forgetfulness got you into trouble.

The morning sun shone persistently on my still-shut eyelids. Annoyed, I rolled on to the

right side of my mattress. Wondering about the time, I stretched out my arm to grasp the
little, round alarm clock on my bedside table. I forced open my eyes, focused them on
the numbers and screeched!
Leaping out of my bed, I swung open the wardrobe door. Throwing my school uniform
on the bed, I dashed to the bathroom. Halfway, I spun around and grabbed my school
bag, deciding not to brush my teeth. Soon, I had shoved my feet into my shoes and
pounced onto my bicycle. My parents stood motionless, staring at me as I whizzed past.
As my bicycle raced on, I noticed a group of schoolgirls looking my way with great
interest. Well, well! Obviously, I was still attractive even with uncombed hair. My heart
was pounding furiously in my chest as I whirred past a few cars on the road. The drivers
seemed to stare with disbelief that one could pedal so swiftly. In no time, I reached the
school gate, which was just about to be closed.
Without bothering to explain myself to the priggish duo on guard duty, I hopped off my
bike and dashed off. After locking my precious iron steed at the shed, I sprinted to the
school hall. As I burst into the hall, I braked to change direction and made a beeline
for the back of my class. Screeching to a halt, I took my place behind my classmates.
In the whole gathering of students, I seemed to be the centre of attraction. It did not
matter much to me at the moment for I was used to being looked at. However, to say the
least, I was a little surprised when everyone stopped staring blankly at me and started to
giggle.
Suddenly, the whole hall was filled with roars and bellows of laughter. Smiling at my
audience, I decided to take a bow.
Then, I noticed that the bottom half of my trousers were the wrong color. My line of
vision moved upwards, revealing that the rest of my pants were also the wrong color,
and so was my shirt. At first, even my powerful brain could not figure it out.
"Daniel! Why on earth are you in pajamas?" my friend blurted out amidst the hollers of
laughter.
The feeling of sheer horror swept through my entire frame. My mouth was stuck open in
an "0" shape for a few long seconds. My mind was filled only with shock as darkness
mercifully started to engulf me.

Once again. I awoke with lights playing on my eyelids. At first I had little memory of
what had happened, but one look at the group of people peering down at me brought the
whole incident back to mind. The young boys were all clad in white uniforms and
grinning quite lunatically at me. In. the high corner of the room, I saw a red crescent.
Then the horrible little squirts started to call out for their seniors. Outside, I heard
fresh gales of laughter. The brats were chortling. I was still clad in pajamas. Not
knowing what else to do, I feigned unconsciousness again



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in no time

in a relatively short time



make a beeline for

to straight to



gales of laughter

a forceful outburst



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Imagine a world where nobody gets sick or old. Write a story based in
this fictitious world

It's my birthday today. I have lost count of how many birthdays have passed, but I still
keep my tradition. I climb to the top of the nearby hill, bringing a handful of dirt with
me. I press it into the ground. Then, I sit down to prepare my mind for my next annual
rite: reminding myself of who I am and why I am living.
I made this hill, actually, and I'm still building it up. I started on my tenth birthday.
Now, the hill is large enough for me to ski down each winter. In a world where people
stay young forever, persistence pays.
Persistence was what led Dr Syue Cano to discover the secret of eternal youth. At the
age of eighty-four, he identified the gene that causes humans to age and the specific
radiation that destroys it. No one will know whether he detonated his "Youth" bomb for
the sake of his own immortality or for the sake of the other human beings in the world.
However, his defective heart could not withstand the impact of the blast. He died the
instant the bomb exploded.
Mankind will always be grateful for the discovery to which Dr Cano dedicated his life.
However, he left the world with one problem: the earth's limited natural resources. Even
with plant growth accelerated by scientific wizardry, food and oxygen were becoming
inadequate for the world population, which only kept booming.
Some subtractions were necessary for the survival of the human species. The only
solution was to remove some of the people by unnatural means, that is, to execute them.
Thus, this was why all crimes were made punishable by execution: murder, theft,
adultery, slander, hoarding of food the list is very long. This was the only way to
maintain the valance of nature.
That's where I come in. I am an Executioner. I work alone, never considering the risk.
People say I have a death wish. Perhaps I do. Certainly, yesterday's job was no waltz in
the park.

Rob Tao was suspected of stealing and hoarding food. My job was to check this out. As
always, I was to be detective, judge, jury and executioner.
I had enough stealth technology to break into Tao's compound undetected. To get into
the house was also a cinch. My vibra-blade cut through the wall like it was butter. In the
house, my Arometer detected food, lots of it. I went down corridor after corridor,
following the bleeps of light on my Arometer.
The signals went wild outside one closed door. There was a lot of human activity inside,
judging by my HUO sensors. I primed a grenade and opened the door just a crack
enough to see whom I would be executing.
Then I deprimed the grenade. Sitting there were thousands of children. Rob Tao stood
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amongst them, holding a huge pot of steaming mush. He smiled at me,
seemingly unperturbed.
"You're feeding all these children?" I asked, flabbergasted.
"Yes," he replied quietly.
"How do you get so much food? I'm sure you steal it," I said.
"Yes, I do. Going to execute me?" Still that gentle smile. Sitting here now, on my hill, I
don't understand why I just walked out. I had no excuse for letting himget away
with his crime. It was not my decision to make. Yet I can't remember what I'm killing
for; can't remember what I'm living for.



cinch

something easy to accomplish



unperturbed

free from emotional agitation or nervous tension



flabbergasted

to shock someone, usually by telling them something they
were not expecting




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Describe your relationship with your father

Every evening, as I am doing my schoolwork in my room, the familiar sound of my
father's car reaches my ears. I imagine his Fort Cortina coming up the driveway, the
engine purring to a stop. I know that in a few moments, my father will be pausing
outside my door, looking in quietly, so as not to stir me from my concentration. I know
he will feel pleased as he watches me studying.
My father, at 53 years, has thinning hair swept back from his forehead. He has a slim
and athletic body. His broad shoulders and rather serious demeanor give him an air of
authority. Yet, behind his steel-rimmed glasses are soft, kind eyes.
My father has always been my source of encouragement. When I was very young, he
would take a book from our small home library and read aloud to me every night.
Secure and loved, on his lap, I was introduced to the fascinating realm of books. He
would read stories and parables from the Bible. Thus, he instilled in me a sense of God's
presence in this world.

I remember how, as he was reading, my father would point out the spelling of words.
Then one day, he instructed me to read the words for myself. To our shared delight, I
found that I was able to do so. From that day onwards, I was the one who would read
aloud, with his gentle correction every now and then. Soon after that, I was picking up
the hooks and reading them on my own. I became quite a bookworm.
As I grew into boyhood, my bookish ways and disinterest in outdoor games made me
overweight, clumsy and rather unfit. One day, my father stood observing me as I was
running to a field, just 50 yards away. I arrived there, huffing and puffing. Worriedly, he
told me that he would not like to see his son grow up into an unhealthy man.
From that day onwards, he started to take me on jogs. At first, I was a most reluctant
jogger. However, these days, as I stand perched on the peak of Mount Kina, breathing
deeply after a good run, I remember his words, "A healthy body breeds a healthy mind."
My father has a store of wise sayings which may seem common to some but always
strike the correct note with me. Once, when I was really depressed, he put an arm
around my shoulders and gently asked me what was troubling me. Lifting my bowed
head, I poured out my heart's discontent. After listening, he consoled me. Then he said,
"Smile, and the world around you will smile." Somehow, I was able to smile in spite of
my problems.
At another time, when I was about to give up on a task, he advised me, "If a job
deserves to be done, it deserves to be done well." Somehow, his words gave me the
strength to try again, and I was able to succeed. Since then, whenever I feeldaunted by
a task, his advice always comes to mind and this spurs me on to persevere.
Looking back, I realize that every step of the way, through my childhood and
adolescence, my father has been there for me whenever I needed him. When I was sick,
he would rush me to the doctor. When I was sick at heart, he would know just the right
things to say. In any kind of trouble, I would just have to give him a call. He would
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surely be there.
I am only a few years away from adulthood and know that many more challenges lie
ahead of me. However, I can be sure that my father will be there, looking out for me all

the way. Why? Because he loves me.



demeanor

The way in which a person behaves



daunt

to make someone feel slightly frightened or worried about
their ability to achieve something



spur on

to encourage an activity




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Describe some of the minor accidents that you have experienced

Accidents are part and parcel of life itself and to say that you have never had a silly
accident in your life would be like saying, "I'm a green-faced alien from Pluto." Well, I
have certainly had my share of ridiculous accidents. Not all of them have changed my

life, but they have certainly made me more aware of my limitations. Yet, sometimes,
remembering those times, I think, "I can't believe I actually did that!"
There was this incident about five years back. I was at a piano recital. Actually, it was
my debut, and I was shaking with nerves. Finally, the dreaded moment arrived. I sat at
the piano and started playing. Halfway through the first movement, I felt a tickle in my
nose. My fingers were needed on the piano keys so I could not reach tip to rub my nose.
I tried holding my breath to no avail. I exploded in a huge, sloppy sneeze that blasted
my music sheets right off the piano. Absolutely humiliated, I dashed off the stage.
Nothing could get me out there to face the amused audience.
Then, there was this skating incident which occurred only a year ago. My father had
bought me my first pair of in-line skates. Actually, they were my first pair of skates. I
had never skated before. Well, I confidently put them on and fastened them, not
knowing what was ahead. Standing up, I shoved off. Then, for the first time in years, I
lost all control of my bodily movements. I was waving my arms around, like a drowning
chicken trying to fly out of the water. My legs had no sense of direction, with my left
leg heading north and my right heading south-east. Finally managing to get upright, I
found myself staring the gate right in its metal grille. There was a loud Crash! Boom!
and Bang! Fortunately, all that was injured was my self-confidence, thanks to my
protective pads.
Another accident occurred right in the safety of my home, in the kitchen, actually. My
mother had just bought a microwave oven. On that fateful day, my mother had left me a
plate of fried rice to be reheated for my lunch. On the plate were the usual
accompaniments to the coconut-flavored rice: vegetables, groundnuts, chillied prawns
and a whole hard-boiled egg. I was, of course, still considered a user with "L" (Learner)
plates as far as this oven was concerned. However, warming up food was not
complicated or so I thought. Carefully, I placed the plate of food in the microwave
oven, turned the dial to "high" and pressed the lever to start the oven. It started
smoothly. Gleefully, I watched my dish of food turn graceful circles in the oven. After a
few rounds, I opened the oven to take out my warmed-up food. At that very second, the
egg exploded. Boom! It was "Egg yolk keeps falling on my head". My clothes, my hair,

the whole kitchen was covered with egg-yolk and rice that the force of the explosion
threw. There was no lunch for me that day either.
Well, there you have them, some of the grimace-inspiring details of my life. So, am I
clumsy or just low in luck? A little of both, I think.



part and parcel

to be a necessary feature of a particular experience



to no avail

of no use



grimace

A sharp contortion of the face expressive of pain, contempt,
or disgust

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Describe an occasion when you were caught in a rainstorm.

"Argh!" screamed my friend as the water balloon hit her full in the face. She stood in
shock for a moment before charging after me, laughing and yelling out threats.
We were at our annual class party and having the time of our lives. This year, we had

decided on the picnic at the beach. After eating, we had all sorts of games and
competitions. I could not remember when I had last enjoyed myself so much.
However, all good things must come to an end, and as it neared evening, we started
preparing to leave. I was supposed to walk the short distance to my aunt's house after
the party. About halfway there, I remembered that I had left a T-shirt on the beach. I
debated whether or not to return for it as I could see dark clouds heading my way.
However, the shirt was an old favorite of mine and I was so wet from the water balloons
that a little more water would not make a difference.
The beach was now deserted. I looked around for my T-shirt but it was nowhere to be
found. Finally, after minutes of fruitless search, I gave up. The sky was dark, with thick
thunderclouds and it had begun to drizzle. I started heading back.
Then, suddenly, with a loud crash of thunder, the heavens burst and torrents of rain
came pouring down. Holding my backpack over my head in an effort toward off the
relentless blows of the rain, I scanned the area for a place of refuge.
Finally spotting a tiny shack at a distance, I dashed for it. I reached it at last and darted
in, drenched to the bone and shivering from head to toe. As I shook out my hair, I
mentally kicked myself for getting into this situation.
Wondering when the rain would stop, I stared out at it, dejectedly. As I gazed, however,
my feelings of dejection turned into awe. The black clouds hung low. The sea was
turbulent, with powerful waves crashing onto the shore. On the left, where jagged
boulders stood in the sea, the waves threw themselves on them, sending up sprays of sea
water high into the air. Gust after gust of howling wind blew through the trees.
Lightning streaked across the sky, time and again, lighting up the whole scene for a split
second each time.
I stood transfixed, captivated by the power and violence of the storm. It was beautiful,
scary and magnificent at the same time. I felt I had to be part of it, to be at one with
nature.
I ran out and stood in the middle of the storm, reveling in the stinging rain and chilling
wind, thrilling to the sounds of the thunder and the crashing waves, and relishing the
magnificence of nature.

drizzle

rain in very small light drops



ward off

try to prevent



transfix

to render motionless, as with a fixed stare or by arousing
terror or awe


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Describe the sights and sounds at the end of a long day.

"Cuckoo! Cuckoo! " the cuckoo clock on the wall of my office called five times.
"Yes!" I shouted in my head. "Time to pack up!".
I straightened my stiff back and neck, the result of hours of hunching over documents
and surveyed the whole noise-polluted room. Andrew was yelling at Mac for throwing a
paper plane at him; Mandy and Lily were chatting animatedly, undoubtedly about
clothes or make-up; Jay and Rayne were chatting up Sarah, the new clerk, probably

trying to get her to go for a drink; and Cynthia was doing the waltz in her three-inch
heels, heading out the door.
With a grunt, I pushed my chair back, heaved myself up, started stuffing things into my
briefcase and my huge handbag. I couldn't wait to get home.
As I stepped out through the glass doors of the air-conditioned building, a blast of hot,
humid air slammed me full in the face, stunning me for a few seconds. Then I continued
towards the bus stop. I groaned
aloud when I saw the hordes of people gathered there and regretted leaving my car at
home. Sigh! I had no choice but to join the crowd.
Buses came and left. Every time it was the same anxious craning to read the bus number
above the heads of the crowd. Then, there was the rushing and jostling as I tried to force
my puny frame through the
masses of burly men and women. I was ready to perish amidst the petrol fumes and the
stink of stale sweat when I finally managed to squeeze my right foot onto a bus step.
Then, up I went, forced by the
pushing crowd into the packed bus.
Feeling woozy and yet hyped up, I searched for a seat. No way! They were all
definitely occupied. I grabbed hold of a strap and tried to stand firmly Every time the
bus lurched forward, we would all sway
backwards. The bus hurtled on, careening madly round corners, only to stop with a
sudden jolt. I was crushed on all sides, and had my toes trod on several times.
Then, we got caught in a massive traffic jam. Cars, buses and motorcycles around us
kept up a constant honking. The burning rays of the sun stoked up the oven which our
bus had now become. I became nauseous and thought many times about getting off.
Yet, I was too tired to walk home. Inch by inch we moved and one and a half hours
later, I finally arrived at my stop, which, thankfully, was just in front of
my flat. I shoved my way out, my strict upbringing forcing me to mutter a few insincere
"Excuse-me's".
I dragged my body up the flights of stairs to my second-floor flat. I did not even bother
to try the elevator as I knew I would be competing with a crowd of thirty or more

residents. Finally, I reached my door
and, after a little fumbling for my keys, I entered my apartment. With a sigh of utmost
relief, I dropped my briefcase and handbag on the floor, turned on the television and
collapsed on the couch. "All in
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a day's work, my girl!" I told myself, and gazed with unseeing eyes at the television.



perish

to die



typed up

artificially stimulated or high excited



fumble

search blindly and uncertainly




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The problem of deforestation.

Thousands and thousands of acres of lush rain forests are cleared each year to make
way for development. The once beautiful and spectacular forests are reduced to barren
landscapes. This is for the sake of development, for the advancement of man.
Yet, what happens when trees are felled? Firstly, the earth is left vulnerable to soil
erosion. The heavy tropical rains will carry away the rich topsoil, and the land without
its topsoil will no longer be fertile. Slowly but steadily, the lush vegetation will give
way to wasteland.
Secondly, the flowing water will not only wash away the topsoil but will deposit it in
the rivers. As a result, the rivers will become shallower. Consequently, floods will
become frequent in the area. Thousands of people will suffer in these floods.
Another point to note is that forests are home to hundreds of species of flora and fauna.
Animals and plants live in symbiotic relationships in the balance of nature. Man
destroys this balance when he flattens the forests to the ground. Where do they go then,
the great and tiny inhabitants of these forests? Nowhere. They die. If this goes on, the
food chain will be disrupted. As creatures dependent on the food chain, man is
ultimately destroying his own sources of food through the destruction of rain forests.
When forests are a distant memory, a shocking fact will hit us full force. Mankind will
be thrown into a state of unimaginable suffering and agony. What I am talking about is
the lack of oxygen. While cutting down a tree to add yet another piece of luxurious
furniture to Man's already opulent lifestyle, people forget that they are also cutting
down our supply of oxygen.
Trees absorb the carbon dioxide breathed out by living creatures, reprocess it and, in the
end, produce the life-sustaining oxygen. Without trees, where will this oxygen come
from? Will we process it in factories? Will a time come when man will be fighting for
the very air he breathes?
Furthermore, the excessive carbon dioxide will also effect a change in the micro-climate
and raise the region's temperature. There will be a greenhouse effect on earth; warm air
and radiation will be trapped under the earth's atmosphere. Then, as the earth's
temperature rises, the ice in the polar caps will melt, raising the sea level. Great floods

will hit the lower-lying areas.
As you can see, it is a vicious cycle. A change in our environment will trigger
off another change which will trigger off yet another. This is why we. should keep the
balance of nature. This is why we ought to preserve our forests. This is why
environmentalist groups are pressurizing governments to reduce the felling of trees and
the clearing of forests and to be serious about replanting forests.
With the support of ordinary citizens like you and me, they will get the attention of the
people in power. We can also help by planting trees. Members of this beautiful planet
must be united. By preserving our forests, we are preserving ourselves.



lush

abundant
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opulent

rich, luxurious, affluent



trigger off

put in motion

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What changes would you like to see in your school ?

If you were to see the number of suggestion slips stuffed into my school's Suggestion
Box, you would be shocked. Granted, some of the suggestions are rubbish but I do agree
with many of them. There are many ways in which my school could be improved, many
weaknesses that need seeing to.
Firstly, and most importantly, teachers in all schools should realize that they are
responsible for their students' future. This is especially true for children from
less affluent homes who cannot afford to supplement the school's teaching with extra
tuition. Teachers should not shirk their responsibilities towards their students.
I am emphasizing this point because some teachers do not seem to feel the slightest
obligation to do their job well nor the slightest feeling of guilt when their students fail in
the examinations. In fact, in my school, teachers are sometimes found sipping coffee or
even having a snack in the school canteen when they are supposed to be in class
teaching.
Of course, there are teachers who are truly committed to their job and do deliver the
goods. They stay up late into the night to finish correcting their students' work and to
prepare effective lessons for their students. Some teachers will even devote Saturday
mornings to conducting extra-curricular activities, such as the Scouts movement. Now,
if only all teachers were like this!
Furthermore, wouldn't the school be a much better place to spend our adolescence if we
did not have to cope with teachers who vent their foul moods on us? We should not
have to walk on eggshells because our teacher has had a bad day.
Another aspect of the school that needs changing is the set of school rules. Some are so
irrational or petty! Take, for example, the rule on short hair for boys. What is the
rationale behind this? Do the people in authority believe that everyone with long hair
will turn out to be a thug or a villain? Well, look at Hitler: he had very short hair and he
almost caused the extinction of the entire Jewish race!

On the other hand, punishments for serious acts of indiscipline should be made more
effective, even if they have to be harsher. These days, students may get away with only
a warning or a "booking" for offences such as breaking the school's tables, chairs and
even doors. I strongly feel that these vandals should be made to pay for what they have
destroyed.
Furthermore, I feel that criminal action should be taken against students who beat
people up, or threaten to do so, to extort money from them. If you behave like a
criminal, you should be treated like one.
Another area that needs reform is the school curriculum. One major problem is the
subject called "Moral Education". You just cannot learn good morals the way you learn
any other academic subject, memorizing facts for examinations. Good morals have to be
internalized. So, "Moral Education" should either be taken off the school curriculum
after primary school or changed to emphasize practical application rather than "head
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knowledge".
Our school hours take up a large portion of our day. Let us spend these hours usefully,
in a secure, caring, fun-filled atmosphere. Our school years take up a large proportion of
our lives. This is the time that we are molded, intellectually and morally. Help us to
grow into worthy citizens of our nation.



affluent

having a lot of money



walk on eggshells

being careful not to offend someone or do anything wrong



extort

to obtain something by force or threat



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What occupation do you see yourself in after you have completed your
schooling ? What are you going to do to achieve this ambition ?

I climb into the cockpit and sit myself down on the metal seat of the F-16 "Falcon", one
of the best supersonic planes ever invented. I run a routine check on all the aircraft's
dials and gauges as well as the weapon systems through the heads-up display.
The sergeant gives me the thumbs-up sign from the far run way, indicating that all the
external parts of the plane are in order and functioning well. I return the gesture to
indicate that all internal systems are working well and that I will be taking off.
I flick the start button and feel the soft vibration begin. I hear the hum of pure power.
Pushing the throttle to three quarters, I feel the acceleration of the planetaxiing off the
runway and into the air .
I have always aspired to be a fighter pilot. My dream began when I was about seven
years old. One day, my uncle took me for a ride in his private plane. It was a
momentous experience for me! Soaring freely in the sky, high above the rest of
civilization, I knew that I would never want to do anything as much as I wanted to fly.
As I grew older, I began to read books on aviation and air adventures. I was especially
fascinated with accounts of air battles. Biggles was my hero above all other heroes.
Thus, my ambition narrowed from just wanting to fly a plane to becoming a fighter

pilot. The thought of scudding through the sky with the ability to defy gravity with a
multi-million dollar piece of machinery and patriotic fervor excited my soul.
The requirements for fighter pilot candidates are many and difficult to fulfill. Among
them are academic excellence, perfect eyesight, a fit body, quick reflexes and the ability
to stay cool under pressure. Well, I have never been the kind of person to leave things to
chance: I am constantly aware of the need to work towards my goals.
Thus, throughout my childhood years, into adolescence and up till now, I have always
made time for exercise. I play games regularly, run ten kilometers a day and work out in
the gym at least three times a week. It is crucial for a fighter pilot to be fighting fit. He
must be able to withstand the high and low g's when piloting a jet at high speed.
I have always been conscious of the need to preserve the perfect eyesight that God has
blessed me with. So, I have always curtailed my hours of television-viewing. When I do
watch television, I make sure I sit a good four meters away from the screen. I have
always been careful to read only in well-lit areas. In addition, I watch my diet, eating
food rich in vitamin A, which is essential for healthy eyes.
In school, I never stint on my study times. I made sure I qualified for the science stream
in High School, as a pilot must have a good understanding of physics and mathematics.
My hard work has paid off and I have been topping the class in these subjects. I have
just sat for the O levels. The results will not be out for months but I feel confident that I
have done well. Next year, I plan to do my A levels. And after that, I shall enlist in the
US Air Force.
There is not much longer to wait. My dream is almost within my grasp. I pray with all
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my heart that it will become a reality and not remain just another of my boyish
fantasies.



taxi

to move slowly on the ground



scud

to move quickly and without stopping in a straight line



within one's grasp

the ability to achieve






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It is better to be the eldest child than the youngest one in the family.
"Write a debate speech, proposing or opposing this motion.

"Mr. Chairman, honorable judges, misguided members of the opposition, and members
of the floor: Good day to all.
"Standing here today on this breezy morning as the third speaker for the proposition, I
wish to continue where my team-mates left off to correct the misleading information
presented by the opposition.
"For instance, the second member of the opposition claimed that the youngest child will
be treated more leniently than the others. Now, is this an advantage? By being treated

too leniently, the child might think that his misbehavior is perfectly acceptable. Ever
heard of the expression "Spare the rod and spoil the child"? It is true. Without strict and
loving discipline, a beloved child might end up being the black sheep of the family.
Now, the opposition contends that it is an advantage to be spoilt in this way. How can
this be?
"The opposition has also pointed out that the youngest child is usually more pampered. I
agree. But, again, is this good? It is indeed enjoyable to be fussed over, pampered
and mollycoddled but what will this pampered child grow into? It is a maxim that too
much or too little is no good: Once a pampered child grows up, he will be overly
dependent on others, in other words, spineless. Would you like to be this spineless
adult? I leave you to decide.
"Ladies and gentlemen, having straightened out a few delusions of the opposition, I
shall present my own points. One of the advantages of being an eldest child is that he is
used to being respected and obeyed by his siblings. This is because they know he is
wiser and more experienced. This is a good feeling and it creates high self-esteem. This
self-esteem will motivate him to succeed in every aspect of life.
"Undeniably, the eldest child will shoulder more responsibilities. He will often be left in
charge of the younger ones. The eldest child is also cast as a role model for the younger
ones. Thus, he has to try harder to maintain discipline and a high standard of behavior.
"The eldest child, having to cope with his siblings' antics, will also develop patience.
He may have to give in to his siblings because `they are too young to understand'. Thus,
he develops tolerance and understanding of other people's weaknesses.
"All these points were described as 'disadvantages' by the opposition. They are only
disadvantageous if you are unable to see the long-term benefits. You see, these
momentarily trying circumstances will shape the child and prepare him for the
challenges that lie ahead.
According to a survey conducted by the Home Ministry, an average of 3 out of 5
successful people corporate leaders, lawyers, politicians were the eldest children in
their families.
"On to my next point, which centers on the word 'privileges'. In most cases, the eldest

child will inherit the greater share of the wealth. According to Chinese custom, the
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eldest son carries on the family name, therefore he deserves a larger share of the
property. In monarchies, the eldest child is the heir to the throne, as in the case of Prince
Charles. If you think that the eldest child is only privileged if he belongs to a wealthy
family, you are wrong. The distinction is even sharper in poor families where the eldest
child may be the only one whom the family can afford to educate or feed properly.
"So, there you have it. Clear arguments to demolish the opposition to this motion. And
now I hand over to my opponents, to give the sensible ones amongst them a chance to
start defecting over to our side. Thank you."



mollycoddle

to give too much care or protection



antics

amusing, silly or strange behavior



sensible

having an awareness or understanding of a situation

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Should our school examination system be abolished ? Give reasons for
your stand.

From primary school to the end of their tertiary education, students face the daunting
task of preparing for examinations every single year. So much time and emotion is
poured into preparing for examinations.
Advocates of the system contend that annual examinations are a good way of training
children for the stress of life after school - where deadlines and sales quotas need to be
met, and work completed methodically and with minimum fuss.
Government examinations are also said to be the necessary yardstick for measuring the
capability of each person for further education or employment.
Yet, are examinations an accurate yardstick? A person's true abilities may not be shown
by written examinations. Take Winston Churchill, for example. He was a school
dropout and yet he became one of England's greatest statesmen, a national savior in
World War II. Clearly, some talents and forms of ingenuitygo undetected in
examinations.
Another problem related to our system of examinations is that teachers become too
"exam-orientated". They race through the syllabus so that they can cover everything in
it in time for the examinations regardless of whether their students have understood the
material. The weaker students often end up the victims in this race they are left far
behind the rest of the class. They become more and more discouraged as they
understand less and less of the lessons, to the point that they hardly care if they pass or
fail. Sadly, this attitude will be carried with them into adult life.
What about the "swots"? Well, speaking as one, I confess that I often wonder whether it
is worth it. We rush from one tuition class to another and we spend most of our time
studying for tests and examinations, or doing our homework. All through the school
semester, we only have one thought in mind: to excel in the examinations. Is this really
living?

A related point is that some students are so occupied with their studies that they do not
develop their potential in other fields. It is true that there are many clubs and societies in
the school. However, many students just do not have the time to make full use of these
extracurricular activities. They have to study, study, study. So, our emphasis on
examinations is indirectly producing people who are only trained to study and reproduce
facts rather than well-rounded individuals.
In conclusion, while I realize that it will be impossible to do away with all
examinations, I feel that they should be given less importance within the school system.
For example, instead of basing entry qualifications on one examination, students should
also be evaluated through the cumulative marks of tests and assignments. Furthermore
educationists, employers, parents and the students themselves should always be
reminded that the results of examinations are not equal to the sum of the net worth of
the individual.



advocate

person supporting an idea or cause publicly
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ingenuity

someone's ability to think of clever new ways of doing
something

well-rounded

involving or having experience in a wide range of ideas or
activities