Name: Frank 刘和兴
Students in Class 5: 61
Students in Gao 2: about 700
Hometown: Xiuning, Anhui Province
What does your father do for a living?
He chauffeurs for a brewery company (休宁啤酒厂—迎客松) in Xiuning.
What does your mother do for a living?
She works in the marketing research division of the brewery that my father works for.
Frank rents a room in Wan’an Town, across the street from the school. Frank’s mother wants to take a hiatus from her job during Frank’s third year in school while he studies for the college entrance exam, the gaokao. However, he says: I think I’m old enough to take care of myself, and I don’t want my mother to trouble herself for a whole year. If she cooks for me and lives with me, I think my father will feel lonely.
What do you like to do in your free time?
I like to play basketball, usually 3-on-3. Sometimes I will call friends first or sometimes I will just go find people on the courts.
What is your dream job?
To be the leader of a company. However, I haven’t thought about this problem clearly. I think this is because after I graduate from Xiuzhong, I will go to a college. I will choose a major and then decide what to do in the future. I guess my “dream” is world peace! I hope I can do something to help make the world peaceful.
After a bout of laughter, I asked why he was laughing, and he responded: This is too big for us to talk about, to do. It is a joke.
What is your most memorably childhood story?
This is a real story about firecrackers. During Spring Festival when I was 8 years old, I was setting firecrackers with my neighbors in the farm fields of my village. While we were having fun, a friend of mine came and gave me a special firecracker. He said to me, “This kind of firecracker is very powerful.” So I lit the firecracker and threw it. It fell into a hole that is used to store manure. Just as my friend said, it was very powerful. The pot that was in the hole to store the manure broke, and I realized it was a serious problem because the owner of the manure would scold me and tell this to my parents. So I was very afraid at that moment. Then I had an idea. I wanted to fix the pot. So I went back home and opened my pencil case. I took out my tape and went back to the farm. My neighbors asked me what I wanted to do. I told them that I wanted to use the tape to glue the pot together again. I asked for their help, but they thought that it would be very dirty. So they did not come help me. So I had to do it myself without gloves. I used the tape to put the pot back together. I did not ask my parents for help because I was afraid that they would be angry. I didn’t think to buy a new pot. It was very hard work, but I succeeded. I felt very stinky and tired. Today, the pot that I fixed is still on my neighbor’s farm and every time I see it, it reminds me of this memory from my childhood. I think I was a little naïve.