英语翻译My eighth grade consisted of 28 classmates．We knew each other so well that most of us could distinguish each other's handwriting at a glance．Although we grew up together,we still had class outcasts．From second grade on,a small group

英语翻译My eighth grade consisted of 28 classmates．We knew each other so well that most of us could distinguish each other's handwriting at a glance．Although we grew up together,we still had class outcasts．From second grade on,a small group
英语翻译
My eighth grade consisted of 28 classmates．We knew each other so well that most of us could distinguish each other's handwriting at a glance．Although we grew up together,we still had class outcasts．From second grade on,a small group started harassing （骚扰） two or three of the others．I was one of those two or three,though I didn't know why．In most cases when children get picked on,they aren't good at sports or they read too much or they wear the wrong clothes or they are of a different race．But in my class,we all read too much and didn't know how to play sports．We had also been brought up to carefully respect each other's race．This is what was so strange about my situation．Usually,people are made outcasts because they are in some way different from the larger group．But in my class,large differences did not exist．It was as if the outcasts were invented by the group out of a need for them．
The harassment came in the form of laughter when I talked,and rolled eyes when I turned around．If I was out on the playground and approached a group of people,they often fell silent． Sometimes,someone would not see me coming and I would catch the tail end of a joke at my expense．
There was another girl in our class who was perhaps even more rejected than I．She provided the group with a lot of material for jokes．One day one popular girl came up to me to show me something she said I wouldn't want to miss．We walked to a comer of the playground．Three or four girls there were reading aloud from a small book,which I was told was the girl's diary．
I sat down and,laughing till my sides hurt,heard my voice finally mixed with the others． Often being accepted by others is more satisfying than being accepted by oneself,even though the satisfaction does not last．Looking back,I wonder how I could have participated in making fun of this girl when I knew perfectly well how it felt．If I were in that situation today I would react differently,but I can't honestly be sure．

英语翻译My eighth grade consisted of 28 classmates．We knew each other so well that most of us could distinguish each other's handwriting at a glance．Although we grew up together,we still had class outcasts．From second grade on,a small group
My eighth grade consisted of 28 classmates．We knew each other so well that most of us could distinguish each other's handwriting at a glance．Although we grew up together,we still had class outcasts．From second grade on,a small group started harassing （骚扰） two or three of the others．I was one of those two or three,though I didn't know why．In most cases when children get picked on,they aren't good at sports or they read too much or they wear the wrong clothes or they are of a different race．But in my class,we all read too much and didn't know how to play sports．We had also been brought up to carefully respect each other's race．This is what was so strange about my situation．Usually,people are made outcasts because they are in some way different from the larger group．But in my class,large differences did not exist．It was as if the outcasts were invented by the group out of a need for them．The harassment came in the form of laughter when I talked,and rolled eyes when I turned around．If I was out on the playground and approached a group of people,they often fell silent． Sometimes,someone would not see me coming and I would catch the tail end of a joke at my expense．There was another girl in our class who was perhaps even more rejected than I．She provided the group with a lot of material for jokes．One day one popular girl came up to me to show me something she said I wouldn't want to miss．We walked to a comer of the playground．Three or four girls there were reading aloud from a small book,which I was told was the girl's diary．I sat down and,laughing till my sides hurt,heard my voice finally mixed with the others． Often being accepted by others is more satisfying than being accepted by oneself,even though the satisfaction does not last．Looking back,I wonder how I could have participated in making fun of this girl when I knew perfectly well how it felt．If I were in that situation today I would react differently,but I can't honestly be sure．
我第八年级由28个同学.我们彼此非常好,我们大多数人都能相互区分的笔迹一看就知道.虽然我们一起长大,我们仍然有阶级的弃儿.从二年级开始,一小群骚扰（骚扰）两个或三个人.我是一个那两个或三个,虽然我不知道为什么.在大多数情况下,当孩子挑选,他们不擅长体育或他们读过多或他们穿错衣服或是不同种族的.但是在我的课堂上,我们都读的太多,不知道如何发挥体育.我们也被带到地尊重对方的比赛.这就是我的情况很奇怪.通常,人们取得的弃儿,因为他们在某些方面不同于大集团.但是在我的课堂上,大的差异是不存在的.就好像是被遗弃的人发明的小组的一个需要他们.
骚扰是在笑的形式时,我说,滚的眼睛时,我转过身来.如果我是在操场上,走近一组人,他们经常陷入了沉默.有时候,别人不会看到我来了,我会在一个笑话我的费用的末端.
有一个女孩在我们班谁比我更拒绝她有很多材料的组的笑话.一天,一个受欢迎的女孩向我走来,向我展示她说什么我都不想错过.我们走到一个角落的操场.三或四个女孩有朗读的一本小书,我告诉了女孩的日记.
我坐下来,笑到我的两侧很痛,听到我的声音,最后与其他混合.经常被别人比被自己更满意,即使满意不上.回头看,我想知道如何参与取笑这个女孩的时候,我非常清楚这种感觉.如果我今天在那种情况下我会有不同的反应,但我真的不能确定.