Karen, Judy and I were the last ones back in the school room after lunch. We put our metal lunch boxes on the shelf above the coat hooks, which were mostly empty. All of the other sixth graders were already outside, playing marbles or hop scotch or jumping rope, since it was a pleasant spring day.
卡伦、朱迪和我是最后三个吃完午饭回到教室的。当大家把各自的金属饭盒放到衣帽钩上方的架子上去的时候，衣帽钩上几乎已经空了。在这个明媚的春日，小学六年级的其他学生都已经到外面去玩弹珠、跳房屋或者跳绳去了。
“Look what I found this morning in the storage cupboard when I was getting out some art supplies for Mrs. Eiffler.” With a conspiratorial grin on her face, Karen held up a wooden box filled with short pieces of chalk in every color of the rainbow.
“快看我今天上午给艾夫勒夫人取美术用品时在储存柜里找到了什么！”卡伦携带一脸阴谋者的坏笑，举起了一个木头盒子，里面装满了五颜六色的小粉笔头。
“Wow! What fun it would be to write on the chalkboard while everyone is outside.” Judy’s eyes twinkled with anticipation.
“哇！当大伙都在外面的时候，偷偷在黑板上写字该是多么有趣的事啊！”朱迪的双眼因期待而闪闪发亮。
“But Mrs. Eiffler doesn’t want us writing on the chalkboard,” I responded, already feeling guilty, although we had not yet done a thing.
“但艾夫勒夫人不让大家在黑板上写字啊，”我回答道，尽管大家还没有干什么，我就已经感觉心虚了。
“Don’t be such a ‘fraidy cat’, Janet. No one will ever know,” said Karen, reaching into the box and drawing out a piece of chalk.
“别这么胆小啊，珍妮特，没人会了解的。”卡伦说着就把手伸进了盒子里，拿出了一小支粉笔。
“Right. Everyone is outside, so we’re safe. No one will tell on us.” Judy was already drawing a house with sure strokes.
“对啊，大伙都在外面呢，所以大家非常安全，无人会告大家的状的。”朱迪已经开始一笔一划地画房屋了。
I reluctantly joined my friends in the artwork, wanting to be part of what was going on, but afraid of being caught. I knew well that we were breaking not one, but two class rules. The second rule was that no one was allowed to stay inside at noon without a written excuse from home if the weather was nice.
我极不情愿地加入了朋友们的艺术创作活动，只不过想要成为这个活动的一份子，但心里却非常害怕被当场抓住。我了解地了解大家不仅违反了一条班纪，而是两条。第二条班纪是：在天气允许的首要条件下，没家长的书面理由，其他人都不可以中午留在室内。
Trying various colors, we drew houses, trees and three-dimensional boxes. It was fun! All the time we were watching the clock, knowing that our fun would be over if anyone walked into the room.
大家用各种各样的颜色画了房屋、树和三维立体的盒子。真是有趣极了！大家一直都注意着时间，由于大家了解一旦有人进去，大家的娱乐活动也就告终了。
Then Judy had an idea. “We’re all right-handed. Let’s see who can write their name best using their left hand.”
朱迪突然又冒出个主意：“大家都是右撇子，让大家看看哪个可以用左手写我们的名字写得最棒！”
Judy and Karen picked up their chalk and started writing. I chose a white piece from the box and wrote my name. The handwriting was a bit shaky, but no one would doubt that it said “Janet.”
朱迪和卡伦拿起粉笔就开始写。我从盒子里选了一根白色的，也开始写我们的名字，笔迹有一点歪歪扭扭，但没人会怀疑写的是“珍妮特”。
“I think Judy is the winner,” said Karen. “Hers is the best.”
“我感觉朱迪赢了，”卡伦说，“她的字最棒。”
“We’d better get this board cleaned off before Mrs. Eiffler comes back,” said Judy, eying the clock. She picked up an eraser and began erasing our handiwork from the board. Everything came off... but my name!
“大家最好在艾夫勒夫人回来之前把黑板擦干净，”朱迪一边看着钟一边说道。她拿起黑板擦开始把大家的作品擦掉。所有些东西都被擦掉了——除去我的名字！
In disbelief, I looked at the chalk I held in my sweaty hand. On closer examination, it wasn’t chalk at all. I had picked up a small piece of white color crayon which was mixed in with the pieces of chalk.
我满腹狐疑地看着自己汗湿的小手中紧握的粉笔——经过仔细的察看，原来它根本不是粉笔，我居然用的是一小支混在粉笔头里的白色蜡笔！My stomach churned and my knees felt weak. What would Mrs. Eiffler do to me?
我的胃里一阵翻腾，膝盖也发软了。艾夫勒夫人会如何惩罚我呢？
[en]My mother had a saying: “Fools’ names and fools’ faces always appear in public places.” I never understood fully what it meant before. Now I did! I was a fool, and there was my name in crayon to prove it. And the teacher would be returning soon.
我母亲说过一句谚语：“傻瓜的名字、笨蛋的脸，大庭广众之下总能见。”我以前一直不可以完全理解这句话的意思。目前我懂了！我就是一个傻瓜，黑板上那个用蜡笔写出来的名字就证明了这一点。而且老师立刻就要回来了。
“Quick, let’s get some wet paper towels,” said Judy, springing into action.
“快点儿，咱们弄点儿湿纸巾来。”朱迪一边说一边立刻开始行动。
After vigorous rubbing, my name still remained.
不管如何使劲擦，我的名字依旧留在黑板上。
“I think I saw a can of cleanser by the sink in the coat room,” I said as I raced to find it. Precious minutes were ticking away.
“我想我在更衣室的水槽边看到过一罐清洗剂，”我一边说一边跑过去找到了这罐清洗剂。珍贵的时间一分一分地溜走。
We rubbed and my name came off all right, but in the process of removing it, we left an abrasion on the chalkboard.
大家擦呀擦呀，终于把我的名字彻底给擦掉了，但在擦洗的过程中，大家在黑板上留下了一小块磨损的痕迹。
Listening for footsteps coming down the hall, we dried the scrubbed area as much as we could with more paper towels and fanned it with a book to remove every tell-tale trace of wetness.
听到了大厅里传来的脚步声，大家尽最大的努力用更多的纸巾把擦过的地方弄干，还用一本书把任何可能泄密的湿痕扇干。
We were just slipping into our desks as the bell rang and the other students began entering the room. The teacher walked in soon afterward.
大家刚刚溜回我们的座位，铃声就响起来了，其他同学也开始进屋了，老师随后也走了进去。
Mrs. Eiffler never asked about abrasion and maybe never noticed it. But I did. Every time I walked past the marred surface of the chalkboard, I remembered. Oh, how I remembered.
艾夫勒夫人从来也没问过黑板上那块磨损的地方是什么问题，可能从来也没注意到。但我注意到了，每次我走过黑板上那块被损毁的地方，我就会想起这件事，噢，我记得是那样了解！
The lesson I learned that day is one I never forgot, even though over forty years have passed since the event. “No one will ever know” is never true. Even if no one else found out, I myself knew. Sometimes living with a guilty conscience is punishment enough.
即便是在四十多年后的今天，我也没办法忘记那天我所得到的教训。“无人会了解”是永远不可能的，即便别的人真的没发现，我一个人心里也了解，有时，遭受着良心的谴责已经是最大的惩罚了。
