prefer reading cartoon books, but as usual, parents are against my favorite things． I have to read these books at night when other people are asleep． One night I became so absorbed in reading them that I forgot to do my Chinese homework． On my way to school I had a good idea． At least I thought this idea was very good． So when my Chinese teacher, who is very strict, asked me why I had not handed in my homework, I stood up and said softly, ″Last night when I was doing my homework, my little brother played a trick on me and spilled ink all over my assignment, so．．．″ My teacher then began to ask me such question as, ″Aren＇t you the only son in your family? When was your brother born?″ Oh, my God!
                              山东省东阿县东阿一中高三(11)班 朱建伟  252200

Last month, I didn＇t finish my physics homework, so I said to my teacher, ″I＇m sorry, I left my homework at home． I really want to give it to you, but unfortunately my parents aren＇t in． Besides, I lost my key to the door．．．″ The next day I did my homework from the previous day, but still forgot the homework from two days before, so I had to tell the same lie again． Luckily, my teacher has a poor memory; he completely forgot my excuse!
                                                 Abby 武汉解放中学   430000

″I＇m very sorry to tell you I didn＇t do my homework, but it＇s not my fault． You told us to write about a famous Chinese singer, but I know nothing except Backstreet Boys, so I had to go online to get more information． However there were many people going online and I had to wait hour after hour． In the end, it was too late to catch the bus home, so I had to walk． On my way home, I caught a cold because of the rain． I got a fever and I couldn＇t do my homework． I promise I will finish it tomorrow．″
                                                   郑柳欣   武钢十中 430085

One day I did not finish my English homework and in order not to be punished, I thought of a good idea． As soon as I saw Mrs． Yang, who was my English teacher, came into the classroom, I leaned over my desk, pretending to be in pain． Then Mrs． Yang saw me and walked up to me, asking, ″What＇s wrong with you, boy?″ ″I got a bad headache last night and I＇m still not feeling well,″ I said． ″Have you seen a doctor?″ Mrs． Yang asked seriously． ″Yes,″ I replied． ″The doctor gave me some pills． By the way, Mrs． Yang, I＇m sorry that I haven＇t