My father taught us in a very different way.On the first day of my junior high,my father gave me a map with street names and directions（方向） on it.He told me how to walk to the school.
My school was a little far away.My father said,"My dear son,I wrote everything you need to know on the map.Read it and follow the directions.Don\’t run,and don\’t turn back."Then he kissed me and said goodbye.I didn\’t know how many nervous moments I had or how long it took me to get there.But I remembered how I felt when I saw my school.I was so happy that I jumped up and down.But I felt sorry because I couldn\’t share my happiness with my father.He wasn\’t there when I got home and I went to sleep before he got home.The next day he saw me and said, "Hi,dear,did you have fun at school yesterday?"I said"Yes"and waited for him to ask what happened yesterday.But he didn\’t do it.I was sad for a long time.
Years later,I finally understood my father.He followed me the whole way to school that day.When he saw me jump up and down at the school gate,he felt just as happy as I did.

（1）What did the writer\’s father give him on the first day of junior high?
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（2）How did the writer go to school?
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（3）How did the writer feel when he saw his school,nervous or happy?
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（4）Why did the writer feel sorry?
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（5）What did the writer\’s father do that day according to the last paragraph?
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