My Life Reading · L5

My Netiquette Lesson

Last week was my birthday. My parents gave me a cool gift—my own smartphone. ” Enjoying your new phone, Ella?” Dad asked. “ Don’t forget your online manners. “ “ Number one: Think before you send or post. ” I groaned as Dad started listing our family’s “ netiquette rules. ”

上周是我的生日。我父母给了我一个很酷的礼物——我自己的智能手机。 “喜欢你的新手机吗,埃拉?”爸爸问。“别忘了你的上网礼仪。” ”第一:在发送或发布之前先思考。” 当爸爸开始列举我们家的“网络礼仪规则”时,我发出了呻吟

“ Two: Never chat or share pictures with strangers . . . ” By now I’d heard these rules a million times. While Dad continued reciting them, I looked down at my phone. I had a new message from my friend, Josh. Josh: Hey! Still want to go to the movies tomorrow?

”第二:永远不要和陌生人聊天或分享照片……” 到现在为止,我已经听过无数次这些规则了。 当爸爸继续背诵时,我低头看了看手机。 我收到了我朋友乔希的新消息。 乔希:嘿!明天还想去看电影吗?

Ella: Yes! Josh: Great! Violet? I rolled my eyes. Josh, Violet, and I had been friends since third grade. But things started to change when we entered middle school. Violet had joined the drama club and made new friends.

埃拉:是的!乔希:太好了!紫罗兰 我翻了个白眼。乔希、维奥莱特和我从三年级起就一直是朋友。 但当我们进入中学时,情况开始发生了变化。 维奥莱特加入了戏剧俱乐部,结交了新朋友。

Now whenever she hung around with us, she sang songs from musicals—loudly. It got on my nerves. “ Ella?” “ Oops, sorry, Dad. Josh asked me something. ” He frowned. “ Dad, you don’t have to tell me about netiquette again, ” I said quickly.

现在,每当她和我们在一起时,她都会大声演唱音乐剧中的歌曲。这让我很紧张。 ”埃拉?”“哦,对不起,爸爸。乔希问了我一些事。”他皱了皱眉。 ”爸爸,你不必再告诉我网络礼仪了,”我很快地说。

“ Trust me—I know all the rules already. ” “ Good. ” He nodded. “ Then it’s time to follow rule number five: no screen time until your chores are done. ” I saluted him. “ Got it. ” Ella: No Violet tomorrow. I’m sick of her loud singing!

”相信我,我已经知道所有的规则了。” ”很好。”他点了点头。“那么,是时候遵循第五条规则了:在你的家务事完成之前,没有屏幕时间。” 我向他致敬。“明白了。”埃拉:明天不行。我讨厌她大声唱歌!

I inserted an emoticon with a person plugging her ears, and then I went to fold laundry. The next day when I met Josh at the movie theater, he rushed up to me. “ So, is Violet really angry?”

我插入了一个表情符号,一个人堵住了她的耳朵,然后我去叠衣服。 第二天,当我在电影院见到乔希时,他冲到我面前。“那么,维奥莱特真的生气了吗?”

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