In our modern life, social evils are widespread, which poses a big threat to people. One evil that causes a big concern to the whole society is drug-taking, for the number of young addicts is increasing. In my opinion, there are three urgent actions which should be done to prevent young people from using drugs.

        Firstly, it is necessary to create a good living environment for the young. In order to do that, parents should take care of their children so that they can feel the warm atmosphere of their family. Schools should also create exciting extra-curriculum activities such as sports, music contests, etc involving students’ attendance and interest. With good care of their parents and schools, the young can avoid the temptation of drugs.

       Secondly, there must be strict punishments set for both drug sellers and buyers. A good living environment alone cannot work effectively because evildoers have various tricks to seduce young people to get addicted to drugs. However, for fear of incurring punishments, fewer people will involve themselves in illegal drug-selling and taking. As a result, strict punishments obviously lessen the severity of illegal drug-taking.

       Lastly, the operation of entertaining places where the young often gather such as bars, dance floors, etc should be paid close attention to because bad people often take advantage of these places to sell drugs. If we keep a keen eye on their operation, drug sellers will be detected, and they will have no chances to entice young people. Therefore, that young people take drugs is avoidable.

       In general, creating a good living environment, setting strict punishments and controlling the operations of entertaining places for young people are essential if we want to protect them from harmful effects of drugs. It will not only help young people lead a healthy life but also eliminate the whole society’s big concern.

　　The first time I knew the beehive: I first knew the beehive when I was two. There were only two children at home. I found out a strange stuff hanging on the persimmon tree and called my brother to share my great discovery. After knowing that was the beehive, I asked my brother to use the nylon packet to take it for me. As he was in charge of looking after me, he could not let me cry. He used a nylon packet to seize the hive, and the angry bees ran after him. He yelled, "Run, Bi" (he called me "Bi"), unaware that Bi had run far some seconds before, leaving him alone with the bees. When my mother came home, she was very angry and worry when seeing his swell face. I was terrified. Applying medicine on his face, she told him off for not preventing me from that stupid game. He started crying for hurt and injustice, and I cried right after him. My mother burst out laughing, "Protect each other? It was you that was the little criminal". During my twenty years, I have never been stung by bees, but I know it must be hurt. About my brother, he no longer treats me as gently as the five-year-old boy but always protects me from the even worse things than the beehive.

　　The first morning after a French class: "Bonjour, Mademoiselle". My grandfather was sitting in front of me, smiling warmly. That was my first morning after my grandfather started teaching me French. French and teaching were awesome to me. It motivated me to become a teacher of foreign language like him. However, it was not until I entered university that I realized French was not as easy as "un, deux, trois" in my grandfather's lessons. One more things is, I can never reach the high interest in French as I could in my first lessons.

　　The first English lesson at elementary school: There were no more than greetings, "Hello", "Good morning", "How are you?", etc which I studied in my brother's book long before. Some girls (who were also taught before) and I were really tetchy with the teacher, "We know all those things. Can you teach us something else?" Now, even when my knowledge of English is much better, I can never yell out, "I know all those things". If only a third-grade schoolgirl's confidence were still here.

　　The first award: Five other classmates and I were very happy to receive the awards. It was a great occassion to us because we, the really little girls, had experienced the first severe competition in province-scale. We even daren't open it until we reached home and gave it to our parents. My mother hugged me and smile happily. I could never foget the feeling when she hugged me. However, later on, whenever I receive the awards, I keep them myself, and my mother no longer hugs me because I am taller and taller. Sadly, I only care about how much it is and what I can do with it without cherishing it as my great effort.

　　The first time I fell for a boy: That was a cute, Math-genius boy at my secondary class. To draw his attention, I learnt Math very hard so that I could be the first one to compare my exercises with him. I even participated in Math team in my school, but I was frustrated and gave up because my Math ability was just Zero in comparison to those "rare dangerous" kids. That was what I did when I fell for a boy. When I fell for a guy, the only thing I paid attention to was my appearance, my clothes, the surface of things.

　　One page of blog can never be enough to record all my "firsts", but my mind is definitely a good recorder helping me collect all those sweet and bitter things. The lecturer of Teaching Methodology once told us, "Keep the spirit of "first love" to love the second and even the third person". The funny thing is that she is now an old teacher who is about to retire. Though hard, let's keep the fresh attitude of "firsts" to do everything so that we can have more and more things to put in our invaluable records.

　　"Life is a record of happy moments. Let's record this moment here, ok? I wish you a rich, colorful collection"

          There was a drizzle when I came back home from my student's house! It was even not heavy enough to wet my hair, but helped cool down the hot weather of the coming summer in Hanoi. The tiny raindrop touched my face and my arms, quickening my steps to get home early.

　　　　Unfortunately, the hunger slowed my pace down, so I dropped into a street store to buy some bread to satisfy my rebellious stomach. The stores were all crowded with students and clerks, so it was really hard for me to find a store which has few customers at the end of the street. Though the buyers were sparse, it still took me about fifteen minutes to wait for my turn. While I was waiting, I recalled this morning class when all my classmates were eager to discuss my close friend's new online shop. Our "respected entrepreneur" was image-conscious and fashionable, but she was so clumsy that everyone decided to help her. Our monitor and some other girls were assigned to shipping, I was in charge of marketing (promoting her online shop on my social networking sites), some other girls were responsible for modeling. Who could imagine that an online seller had no accounts or emails on any social networking sites? It was really hard work for a new, inexperienced marketing manager (me), so I even had not finished up my meal before going to work.

"Hey sister. Here you are", called the seller.

　　　　Chewing a small piece of bread in my mouth, my student's question resounded in my head, "Are you terrified of gaining weight?" It was my habit to weigh myself whenever I came to my student's house because her mother, an overweight woman, bought an electric scale to keep track of her weight. Today, when coming there, there was a cute child whom I never met before greeted me, "Co, co". Two years ago, when children called me "co", I was so embarrassed because I was just a small student, not yet a teacher. However, I was now so happy when children called me that.

　　　　I must say I was not a good teacher today, but both student and teacher were happy, I suppose. Instead of learning English, we discussed physics. My student has taught me an important piece of knowledge. I thought Michael Faraday was the one who invented the first recorder. However, it was my student that let me know Thomas Edison was the inventor, not Faraday. I recalled a simple experiment when I was at high school. I told him to rub the ruler to the jeans so that it could attract small pieces of paper. He was so interested in it because it was new and also because he did not have to learn boring English.

- What is this phenomenon?

　　　　I was speechless because I did not remember it belonged to magnetic field or electric field, "I don't know. But is this funny?"

- Yeah, definitely.

　　　　Bidding my student goodbye, once again, the little child prattled goodbye to me, in a very funny manner, "Co, are you going home?"

- Yeah, I am. Bye bye.

　　　　I replied him in a very nice, lovely voice. This was the first time I found myself so sweet and coddling to another person, especially to a child instead of being cold-hearted and rude. Some days ago, my friend told me, "When you love someone, you will be naturally lovely without being urged". In this case, it is not that kind of love, but my good affection for the lively child also gave me a strong sense of loveliness. I may be hopeful about myself.

　　　　The drizzle has stopped, and the weather is cool. It is an ideal weather condition to have a nice sleep until 10 am tomorrow or more, I suppose. What a self-satisfactory feeling!