我想,我这一生也不会忘记那种感觉。那感觉就像有人用拳头在我的腹部猛地一击一样。可以肯定地说——当卡萝尔·凯斯特上楼来告诉我格林劳先生去世的消息时,我简直不知道该怎样在学校里度过那个周一的早晨。我出于礼貌说了声“谢谢”,然后愣愣地呆坐在那里,凝视着我的书桌。在? I think, I will never forget that feeling. It feels like someone fists in my abdomen with a fist. It's safe to say - when Carole Kester came upstairs to tell me Mr.Greenlao's death, I had no idea how to spend that Monday morning in school. I said out of courtesy “Thank you,” and froze to sit there, staring at my desk. in?