[오늘의 한문장] Wonder

The first day I showed up at school with the hearing aids I thought kids would make a big deal about it. But no one did Summer was glad I could hear better, and Jack said it made melook like an FBI agent or something. But that was it. Mr. Browne asked me about it in English class, but it wasn‘t like, what the heck is that thing on your head?! It was more like, "If youever need me to repeat something, Auggie, make sure you tellme, okay?"
Now that I look back, I don‘t know why I was so stressed about it all this time. Funny how sometimes you worry a lot about something and it turns out to be nothing. - P215

I loved hanging out by the campfire after dark. I loved the bits of fire dust would float up and disappear into the night air. And how the fire lit up people‘s faces. I loved the sound the fire made, too. And how the woods were so dark that you couldn‘t see anything around you, and you‘d look up and see abillion stars in the sky. The sky doesn‘t look like that in NorthRiver Heights. I‘ve seen it look like that in Montauk, though:like someone sprinkled salt on a shiny black table.
I was so tired when I got back to the cabin that I didn‘t needto pull out the book to read. I fell asleep almost as fast as my headhit the pillow. And maybe I dreamed about the stars, I don‘t know. - P258

When we got to the fairgrounds, the sun was just starting to set. It was about seven-thirty. The shadows were really longon the grass, and the clouds were pink and orange. It looked like someone had taken sidewalk chalk and smudged the colorsacross the sky with their fingers. It‘s not that I haven‘t seen nicesunsets before in the city, because I have-slivers of sunsetsbetween buildings-but I wasn‘t used to seeing so much sky inevery direction. Out here in the fairgrounds, I could understand why ancient people used to think the world was flat and the skywas a dome that closed in on top of it. That‘s what it looked likefrom the fairgrounds, in the middle of this huge open field. - P259

[오늘의 한문장] Wonder

"It just feels so weird," I said, "to not have people talking toyou, pretending you don‘t even exist."
Auggie started smiling.
"Ya think?" he said sarcastically. "Welcome to my world!" - P176

[오늘의 한문장] Wonder

"Via, it‘s okay. I know what I‘m doing. I‘ve made up my mind."
"But this is crazy, Auggie!" I said emphatically, pulling the new comic book away from him, too. "You have to go back to school. Everyone hates school sometimes. I hate school sometimes. I hate friends sometimes. That‘s just life, Auggie. You want to be treated normally, right? This is normal! We all have to go to school sometimes despite the fact that we have bad days, okay?"
"Do people go out of their way to avoid touching you, Via?" he answered, which left me momentarily without an answer. "Yeah, right. That‘s what I thought. So don‘t compare your bad days at school to mine, okay?"
"Okay, that‘s fair," I said. "But it‘s not a contest about whose days suck the most, Auggie. The point is we all have to put up with the bad days. Now, unless you want to be treated like a baby the rest ofyour life, or like a kid with special needs, you just have to suck it up and go."
He didn‘t say anything, but I think that last bit was getting to him. - P115

[오늘의 한문장] Wonder

Mom put the book down and wrapped her arms aroundme. She didn‘t seem surprised that I was crying. "It‘s okay," she whispered in my ear. "It‘ll be okay."
"I‘m sorry," I said between sniffles.
"Shh," she said, wiping my tears with the back of her hand.
"You have nothing to be sorry about...."
"Why do I have to be so ugly, Mommy?" I whispered.
"No, baby, you‘re not..."
"I know I am."
She kissed me all over my face. She kissed my eyes that camedown too far. She kissed my cheeks that looked punched in. Shekissed my tortoise mouth.
She said soft words that I know were meant to help me, but words can‘t change my face. - P60

[오늘의 한문장] Wonder

WHEN GIVEN THE CHOICE BETWEEN BEING RIGHT OR BEING KIND, CHOOSE KIND.

WHO WE ARE!

"Who we are," he said, underlining each word as he said it. "Who we are! Us! Right? What kind of people are we What kind of person are you? Isn‘t that the most important thing of all? Isn‘t that the kind of question we should be asking ourselves allthe time? "What kind of person am I?
"Did anyone happen to notice the plaque next to the door of this school? Anyone read what it says? Anyone?"
He looked around but no one knew the answer.
"It says: ‘Know Thyself," " he said, smiling and nodding. "And learning who you are is what you‘re here to do."
"I thought we were here to learn English," Jack cracked, which made everyone laugh.
"Oh yeah, and that, too!" Mr. Browne answered, which I thought was very cool of him. He turned around and wrote in big huge block letters that spread all the way across the chalkboard:

MR. BROWNE‘S SEPTEMBER PRECEPT: - P47

WHEN GIVEN THE CHOICE BETWEEN BEING RIGHT OR BEING KIND, CHOOSE KIND. - P48