Across the Years

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Across the Years

A story from Between Old and New

One evening in early autumn, Mr. Wang received a message from a former student.

It was an invitation to a class reunion.

The message was simple, but it stirred many memories in his mind. The class that invited him had been one of the first classes he taught after becoming an English teacher at a commercial vocational school many years earlier.

It had been an unusual class.

More than half of the students belonged to what the school then called a “sports class.” Many of them had been admitted not because of strong academic scores but because they had performed well in athletics during junior high school. Some were excellent runners. Others could jump high or throw the javelin farther than most students of their age.

But inside the classroom, things were sometimes quite different.

English grammar and vocabulary did not always come easily to them.

When Mr. Wang began teaching the class, there were forty-five students. By the time they graduated three years later, only twenty-six remained. The others had left school for different reasons.

Yet the years with that class remained vivid in Mr. Wang’s memory.

He still remembered one particular English examination.

To prevent students from copying each other’s answers, he had prepared two versions of the same test—Form A and Form B. The questions were identical, but the order of the multiple-choice answers had been rearranged.

When he distributed the papers, he explained calmly, “If you copy your neighbor’s answers, you may end up choosing the wrong ones.”

A boy sitting near the middle of the classroom glanced toward the paper beside him. Mr. Wang noticed and repeated his warning.

Suddenly the boy stood up, tore his test paper into pieces, and walked straight out of the classroom.

Mr. Wang was surprised, but he did not lose his temper. He only told the class that the student’s behavior had been somewhat impolite, and that he should come and speak with him later.

The boy did not appear for two days. When Mr. Wang finally found him, the student explained quietly that he had felt too embarrassed to face his teacher.

Years later, that same student would send Mr. Wang a small card every Teachers’ Day, thanking him for his guidance.

But another student from that class often came to Mr. Wang’s mind as well.

His surname was Liu.

Liu was tall and handsome, and he was known among his classmates as a strong athlete. In the classroom, however, his English test scores were usually quite low.

That was why Mr. Wang felt puzzled one day when Liu suddenly scored ninety points on an exam.

It seemed almost impossible.

Mr. Wang suspected that Liu might have copied answers from someone nearby. Liu insisted that he had not cheated. He said he had studied especially hard before that test.

Still, Mr. Wang found it difficult to believe him.

Looking back now, he sometimes wondered whether he had judged the student too quickly.

Near the end of their final year, the class took a graduation trip to southern Taiwan.

One afternoon they visited Xizi Bay. The sea was bright under the afternoon sun, and the students were excited at the chance to swim near the beach.

Before they entered the water, Mr. Wang gave them a simple warning.

“I must tell you honestly,” he said, “that I am a very poor swimmer. If someone gets into trouble, the only thing I can do is blow this whistle.”

He held up the whistle that hung from a cord around his neck.

The students laughed and ran happily toward the water.

At first everything seemed safe. Small groups of boys swam and splashed near the shore. But Liu gradually swam farther out than the others.

From the beach, Mr. Wang could see him moving strongly through the water.

Then, after some time, Liu suddenly began waving his arms.

A few students nearby laughed. They thought Liu was only pretending to be in trouble.

But the waving continued, and soon it became clear that something was wrong.

Mr. Wang felt his heart tighten. He raised the whistle and blew it sharply.

High above the beach, a lifeguard was sitting on a tall chair, watching the swimmers. At the sound of the whistle and the movement in the water, he quickly grabbed a rescue buoy and ran toward the sea.

Within seconds he was swimming powerfully toward Liu.

From the shore, the distance looked frighteningly long.

For a moment Mr. Wang feared that they might be too late.

But at last the lifeguard reached Liu, who was struggling weakly in the water. With the buoy supporting him, Liu was slowly brought back toward the beach.

When he reached the shore, his face was pale and his body trembled.

Later Liu explained that he had suddenly suffered a severe leg cramp while swimming.

For several moments, he had truly believed he might drown.

Years passed.

The boys from that class became men, each following his own path in life.

When Mr. Wang arrived at their reunion many years later, he found them sitting together around several tables, laughing and talking like old friends.

Among them was Liu.

He was still tall, but now he wore the uniform of a police officer.

Later in the evening, as some of the former students shared a few cans of beer, Liu came to sit beside Mr. Wang.

After a moment of conversation, Liu spoke quietly.

“Teacher, do you remember that English test when I got ninety points?”

Mr. Wang nodded.

“I really did study hard for that one,” Liu said. “I followed the advice you gave us. But when you didn’t believe me, I felt very disappointed.”

Mr. Wang remained silent for a moment.

Then he said sincerely, “Liu, I’m sorry. I should have trusted you more.”

Liu smiled gently and shook his head.

“It’s all right, Teacher,” he said. “That was a long time ago.”

As the evening grew late, Mr. Wang prepared to leave.

Walking slowly away from the gathering, he suddenly remembered the bright afternoon at Xizi Bay—the waves, the whistle in his hand, and the young boy struggling far out in the sea.

Now that boy had become a man who protected others.

Time had carried them both far from that beach.

Yet somewhere between those years—between misunderstanding and forgiveness—something quiet and lasting had remained, like a small bridge between the past and the present.

And Mr. Wang realized that sometimes the true meaning of a teacher’s life only becomes clear many years later.

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