MR NOLAN: One hundred years ago, in 1859, 41 boys sat in this room and were asked the same question that greets you at the start of each semester. Gentlemen, what are the four pillars?

BOYS: Tradition, honor, discipline, excellence.

                  

CHARLIE: Rumor has it, you did summer school.

NEIL: Yep. Chemistry. My father thought I should get ahead. How was your summer Slick?

CHARLIE: Keen.

NEIL: Gentlemen, what are the four pillars?

BOYS: Travesty. Horror. Decadence. Excrement.

 

KEATING: "Oh Captain, My Captain" who knows where that comes from?... Not a clue? It's from a poem by Walt Whitman about Mr. Abraham Lincoln. Now in this class you can call me Mr. Keating. Or,if you're slightly more daring, Oh captain, My Captain. Now let me dispel a few rumors so they don't fester into facts. Yes, I too attended Hell-ton and survived. And no, at that time I was not the mental giant you see before you. I was the intellectual equivalent of a ninety-eight pound weakling. I would go to the beach and people would kick copies of Byron in my face. …Because we are food for worms lads. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die. Now I would like you to step forward over here and peruse some of the faces from the past. You've walked past them many times. I don't think you've really looked at them. They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you. Their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable?   Because you see gentlmen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in.

 

KEATING: Thank you Mr. Dalton. Armies of academics going forward, measuring poetry. No, we will not have that here. No more of Mr. J. Evans Pritchard. Now in my class you will learn to think for yourselves again. You will learn to savor words and language. No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world. I see that look in Mr. Pitt's eye, like nineteenth century literature has nothing to do with going to     business school or medical school. Right? Maybe. Mr. Hopkins, you may agree with him, thinking "Yes, we should simply study our Mr. Pritchard and learn our rhyme and meter and go quietly about the business of achieving other ambitions." I have a little secret for ya. Huddle up. Huddle up! We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are all noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman: "O me, o life of the questions of these recurring, of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities filled with the foolish. What good amid these, o me, o life? Answer: that you are here. That life exists, and identity. That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

 

MCALLISTER: Quite an interesting class you gave today, Mr. Keating.

KEATING: I'm sorry if I shocked you, Mr. McAllister.

MCALLISTER: Oh, there's no need to apologize. It was very fascinating, misguided though it was.

KEATING: You think so?

MCALLISTER: You take a big risk by encouraging them to be artists John. When they realize they're not Rembrandts, Shakespeares or Mozarts, they'll hate you for it.

KEATING: We're not talking artists George, we're talking free thinkers.

MCALLISTER: Free thinkers at seventeen?

KEATING: Funny, I never pegged you as a cynic.

MCALLISTER: Not a cynic, a realist. Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams, and I'll show you a happy man.

KEATING: But only in their dreams can man be truly free. 'Twas always thus, and always thus will be.

MCALLISTER: Tennyson?

KEATING: No, Keating.

 

NEIL: I hereby reconvene the Dead Poets Society. Welton chapter. The meetings will be conducted by myself and the other new initiates now present. Todd Anderson, because he prefers not to read, will keep minutes of the meetings. I'll now read the traditional opening message by society member Henry David Thoreau. "I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life."

CHARLIE: I'll second that.

NEIL: "To put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.

NEIL: It was a dark and rainy night, and this old lady, who had a passion for jigsaw puzzles, sat by herself in her house at her table to complete a new jigsaw puzzle. But as she pieced the puzzle together, she realized, to her astonishment, that the image that was formed was her very own room. And the figure in the center of the puzzle, as she completed it, was herself. And with trembling hands, she placed the last four pieces and stared in horror at the face of a demented madman at the window. The last thing that this old lady ever heard was the sound of breaking glass.

NEIL: Alfred Lord Tennyson. Come my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset. And though we are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;-- One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

 

KEATING: Just when you think you know something, you have to look at it in another way. Even though it may seem silly or wrong, you must try! Now, when you read, don't just consider what the author thinks. Consider what you think. Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all. Thoreau said, "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation." Don't be resigned to that. Break out!

KEATING: Mr. Anderson thinks that everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing. Isn't that right, Todd?        Isn't that your worst fear? Well, I think you're wrong. I think you have something inside of you that is worth a great deal. "I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world." W. W. Uncle Walt again. Now, for those of you who don't know, a yawp is a loud cry or yell. Now, Todd, I would like you to give us a demonstration of a barbaric "yawp." Come on. You can't yawp sitting down. Let's go. Come on. Up. You gotta get in "yawping" stance.

TODD: A yawp?

KEATING: No, not just a yawp. A barbaric yawp.

TODD: Yawp.

KEATING: Come on, louder.

TODD: Yawp.

KEATING: No, that's a mouse. Come on. Louder.

TODD: Yawp.

KEATING: Oh, good God, boy. Yell like a man!

TODD: Yawp!

KEATING: There it is. You see, you have a barbarian in you, after all. Now, you don't get away that easy. The picture of Uncle Walt up there. What does he remind you of? Don't think. Answer. Go on.

TODD: A m-m-madman.

KEATING: What kind of madman? Don't think about it. Just answer again.

TODD: A c-crazy madman.

KEATING: No, you can do better than that. Free up your mind. Use your imagination. Say the first thing that pops into your head, even if it's total gibberish. Go on, go on.

TODD: Uh, uh, a sweaty-toothed madman.

KEATING: Good God, boy, there's a poet in you, after all. There, close your eyes. Close your eyes. Close 'em. Now, describe what you see.

TODD: Uh, I-I close my eyes.

KEATING: Yes?

TODD: Uh, and this image floats beside me.

KEATING: A sweaty-toothed madman?

TODD: A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.

KEATING: Oh, that's excellent. Now, give him action. Make him do something.

TODD: H-His hands reach out and choke me.

KEATING: That's it. Wonderful. Wonderful.

TODD: And, and all the time he's mumbling.

KEATING: What's he mumbling?

TODD: M-Mumbling, "Truth. Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold."

KEATING: Forget them, forget them. Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket.

TODD: Y-Y-Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.

KEATING: (whispering to Todd) Don't you forget this.

 

KEATING: Now, I didn't bring them up here to ridicule them. I brought them up here to illustrate the point of conformity: the difficulty in maintaining your own beliefs in the face of others. Now, those of you -- I see the look in your eyes like, "I would've walked differently." Well, ask yourselves why you were clapping. Now, we all have a great need for acceptance. But you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even though the herd may go, "That's baaaaad." Robert Frost said, "Two roads diverged in a wood and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." Now, I want you to find your own walk right now. Your own way of striding, pacing. Any direction. Anything you want. Whether it's proud, whether it's silly, anything. Gentlemen, the courtyard is yours.

卡拉是条狗？

刚开始看特无奈，典型的中国制度，养狗还要5000的户口，尤其是那个把狗证挂脖子上的人，搞得就和他是狗似的……

看的过程一度快要睡过去，因为影片讲述的经历太平凡了，生活中处处可见，但正是这些细微的观察往往被人们忽略。生活在最底层的人对生活的困惑，为了儿子的一句“你没资格当我老爸”而无话可说，为了活得比一只狗强一些的追寻，都在找狗的过程中体现出来。从家里仅有的3万里拿走5000办狗证是不值，不只是在物质上的浪费，而且是对老二精神的进一步腐蚀。他的空虚感和自尊心只能在卡拉那里填平，就连生气了想发火也只能跑道楼下的公用厕所里大骂一句“你是猪啊，不会跑啊！”所以，卡拉是他逃避懦弱的一种方式，跟以前的打牌消遣没什么两样。更有意思的是他在找狗过程中遇到的那些人，杨丽、萧干事、黄师傅、捞狗的，人人都乐在其中，以可以掌控丁点儿的权利而沾沾自喜，他们也是空虚的。

最后，卡拉又被从看狗场捞了回来，养狗证照样还是办了，5000还是拿了，一切又回到原点。但若一开始老二就舍得放血办狗证的话也就不会有亮亮蹲局子等曲曲折折的事情，我们也就看不到这样平凡真实的经历。导演最后并没有给出对于老二迷惑的答案，因为他不必给，这个问题太大了，而且取决于个人，而观者只要认识到老二的生活状态，自己的生活状态，加以警醒就足够了。答案，要自己寻找；而这部电影，告诉我们的正是要主动寻找答案，不要重倒老二的覆辙。

《相信未来》

--食指

当蜘蛛网无情地查封了我的炉台

当灰烬的余烟叹息着贫困的悲哀

我依然固执地铺平失望的灰烬

用美丽的雪花写下：相信未来

当我的紫葡萄化为深秋的露水

当我的鲜花依偎在别人的情怀

我依然固执地用凝霜的枯藤

在凄凉的大地上写下：相信未来

我要用手指那涌向天边的排浪

我要用手掌那托住太阳的大海

摇曳着曙光那枝温暖漂亮的笔杆

用孩子的笔体写下：相信未来

我之所以坚定地相信未来

是我相信未来人们的眼睛

她有拨开历史风尘的睫毛

她有看透岁月篇章的瞳孔

不管人们对于我们腐烂的皮肉

那些迷途的惆怅、失败的苦痛

是寄予感动的热泪、深切的同情

还是给以轻蔑的微笑、辛辣的嘲讽

我坚信人们对于我们的脊骨

那无数次的探索、迷途、失败和成功

一定会给予热情、客观、公正的评定

是的，我焦急地等待着他们的评定

朋友，坚定地相信未来吧

相信不屈不挠的努力

相信战胜死亡的年轻

相信未来、热爱生命

 

什么才是公正的评定？很难定义。这世上不公的事情不计其数，又何必一味的去寻求别人的首肯呢？做到自己问心无愧就好，不要庸人自扰。大多数人是通过外界的评价和眼光来体验自身的价值，只有很少一部分人是真正的用自己的标准来衡量自己的，而这正是我们要努力的方向--Be an Existentialist. Be Proud of Yourself.

雪下了一天，还未停，老天像是决心要让Madison改头换面似的，雪粒子噼里啪啦的砸下来，提醒着路人北方冬日的严酷，既不温柔也不浪漫，生生的打碎了“雪一片一片”的幻想。

走在路上，深一脚浅一脚，专拣平坦的雪地，踏了这未被踏过的雪之后很有满足感。这种想法有点儿邪恶，好好的雪就被糟蹋了，可再一想，谁又忍心眼睁睁的看着铲雪机把这一脚深的雪挤到路边，连带着地上原有的灰尘和杂物，变成一摊摊肮脏而又固执的不肯化去的冰渣，让人不忍也不愿触目。那好，还是趁着它洁净的时候好好享受一下吧。

雪粒子散落到帽子毛茸茸的边沿里，让我想初中时蚊子对其同桌的描述，很煞风景，她说：XXX只要一摸头，那头皮屑就和雪花似的往下落。想一想，这可算得上是最不能让人忍受的黑白配了。每个人都有对其同桌的独到的“见解”，正如我总能从小C身上闻到或有或无的阿尔卑斯奶糖味儿。

说到雪，很巧，最近在看西岭雪的《那时烟花》，刚起了个头。今天到图书馆还书，顺便又转了转中文部的架子，居然有个作者名为“黄裳”，是个看戏说戏的，跟《那》里面的那位当编剧的黄裳算得上是同行。翻了翻其戏评，都是小随笔，长短对我口，可惜小女子我对里面提到的戏剧一窍不通，只好作罢。

 开课四天，却仍然不敢相信我已步入大学。真的很不一样，以往在家日常起居有大人们打理，学校讲课有老师指导，现在想想还真是无忧无虑的日子呢，可当时怎么就身在福中不知福呢？果真是失去了才知道有多美好。

现在呢，是觉得自己长大了，每晚将一天的购物收据钉上墙时，饭后一个人捧着锅碗瓢盆走向盥洗室时，走在去打工的路上想着什么时间去图书馆时，就觉得自己长大了。孤独虽在，自由虽让人心悸，心底的成就感却是埋藏不了的。我知道在家长的眼中自己永远不算个大人，可我仍然不自主地骄傲的在心里宣称我长大了，就像《平凡的世界》里的孙少平，尽管苦，尽管累，却可以选择自己的路，而更重要的是可以完完全全的，独立的为自己作出的选择承担责任，心甘情愿的承担责任。正如Fitzgeral在This Side of Paradise中所写，若想让一个人恨自己，最好的办法便是剥夺那人应当承担的责任，为他牺牲，替他承担，使他永远内疚自责，从而怨恨起那个义务牺牲者。所以我说，若想活得踏实，就得承担责任，承担自己的选择，而不是等着别人替你收场，帮你承担，如此的人永远活不完整。

驱车3小时，我们一行人从纽约逃到位于费城以西Kennet Square的世外桃源--长木花园。这座华丽的植物王国是由Pierre du Pont一手建造的，最初为杜邦收集各种稀有树木的地方，逐步便演变成这个珍藏植物和为游人提供休息娱乐的地方。来这里最佳时机是五月，七月，和十月。五月，紫藤花开；七月，玫瑰绽放；十月，各种树木展现瑰丽的色彩。

我们此行虽然不是在最佳时期，但也饱了眼福。园内大大小小的喷泉近十座，最大的一座晚间还有夏季特别奉献

--“Illuminated Night”音乐灯光喷泉。我的最爱还属Italian Water Garden，古式的雕刻，配上大自然最宠爱的两种颜色--蓝色的池底和绿色的草地--给人眼睛一亮的感觉。除此之外，还有可以在花间漫步的Flower Walk，充满浪漫情愫的Chime Tower，独具匠心的Idea Garden，处处都是精致的园林景观，就连厕所的外墙上也爬满了一种结白球的藤蔓植物，很是惬意。但所有的这些都没有Conservatory震撼人心。在这个中心温室里，各种植物应有尽有，热带的，沙漠的，水生的，喜马拉雅山脚下的，等等等等，真想做这里的园丁。在这样的景致中生活，恐怕要多活10年，也只有杜邦这样的人才可如此享受吧。

有趣的是，花园提供免费的录音导游，却只有英文和中文两种解说语言，不知为何.

 

来之前便有人严重警告我，不要让我对时代广场抱有太大憧憬，因为这个景点其实就是个十字路口。是这样的。但除了“广场”二字名不副实之外，我还是很喜欢这个路口的。繁华那是不用说了，abc News, Broadway, Yahoo! 等等所有与“时代”挂钩的名词都汇集在这里，尤其是我最爱的SWATCH表店就座落在路口拐角，让我兴奋了好一阵子。

很多人说纽约是个历史文化底蕴不深的地方，可当我站在这个路口时，心里却没来由的感慨万千。这里所有匆忙的过客，要饭的黑人，西装革履的工作狂，背着吉他迈着悠闲步子的艺术家，还有那些曾经在这里落脚却又因时代的冲刷而迁走的创业者们，都是美国现代社会文化的最佳代表。写到此，想起自然卷的一首歌

--搬家--唱的是台北，现改为纽约:

三箱的

CD 两箱的玩具 四箱的书 半箱的秘密

发黄的墙壁 刮花的磨石地 年轮的回忆 怎么整理

在昆斯的小巷里晾着内衣

楼下的７

-１１是营养补给

呼吸着不怎么新鲜的空气

不知不觉

门上贴了个喜

We Are Family

Are we moving moving moving moving

To a place with free

Are we moving moving moving moving

To a place without lonely

I wish

凋零的市区

奢侈的郊区 骄傲的闹区 游戏的学区

钢筋水泥的纽约丛林

生存下来需要一点勇气

搬离一个半成品

搬到下一次累积

两百公里外的妈咪

依然等着我

不是不想回去

觉得有点来不及

I am moving moving moving moving

To a place with free

I am moving moving moving moving

To a place without lonely

 

我们预定的旅馆就位于Flushing的中国城里。老板是东北人，待人很热情，房间也很干净。看到座座旧式居民楼和肮脏拥挤的马路，心里很为住在这城里的人叹息:虽说身在纽约，听上去不错，但奋斗的艰辛只有自己最清楚。

整理完毕后出去吃饭，主街上行人熙熙攘攘，店铺林立，小吃摊、大餐馆、便利店、水果铺比比皆是，居然还看到卖羊肉串的手推车，看着迎面而来的同胞们，还有不看指示横穿马路的行人们，真有种回家的感觉。众多店铺中当属黄金商场的小吃一条街最实惠，我们

7人才吃了36美金，过了把麻辣烫、兰州拉面、白吉馍的瘾。老板都是北方人，听他们说话很亲切，而且菜做得也特地道，真是久违了的美味啊！(不行了，又要流口水了......来美国之后才发现自己如此的谗 ^O^)

一顿饱餐，算是为一天辛苦的旅程做补偿。回“家”路上，正赶上水果店傍晚的清仓处理，便提了两个西瓜还有若干苹果和梨。买完之后才反应过来我们没有切瓜的刀，便又转战一元店买大刀。刚要付钱，老板让我出示身份证，一看不满

21岁，不卖，无奈只得把姨叫过来付帐。还真是遵纪守法啊！可在大街上过马路时咋就没看到这样谨慎遵守交通法规的国人呢？

对纽约的第一感觉便是，这地方不是人待的！又挤又乱又闷热，干什么都要排队，上厕所要排，买票要排，进城过Washington Bridge交费就耽误了一个小时，有种冲进围城的感觉。真同情那些天天往返于市内和郊区的上班族们，要是我的话，恐怕早上还没冲进去就已经想逃出来了。

我这种感觉可能也与我们选择的路线有关。记得刘墉写的一篇文章里就提到，有两个朋友分别来纽约，选择参观的路线不同，对纽约的印象就大不一样。看来，旅游也是一门艺术。

 

Oh, MY GOODNESS!!!! We won!! We won! We won the district Mock Trial competition!! Unbelievable!

I say it's unbelievable not because I think our team is weak or something but because many evidences toward the end pointed to a direction of losing it. In the last round, our opponent was so weak that we thought we were just competing for the last place since the arrangement of competing teams is based on power match. Besides, the judges in the other two courtrooms took a really long time to comment the teams, which was also disheartening since, usually, the top two team get comprehensive critiques from the judge in order to get better in the state competition.

Anyway, there's another school that's going to state also on the 16th in Portland. To speak the truth, we think there's not a very great possibility for us to win in the state since the members of teams from Portland areas have more advantages than we do: their parents are usually lawyers, or even judges. But, still, i'm sure we'll carry on our hardwork since we've come to so far a point already.

I was studying for SAT II Physics test when I encountered this interesting yet perplexed topic:

 

In figure 2-3a is a spaceship travelling past Earth at a high speed. It is drawn to show the point of view of the astronaut. Figure 2-3b shows the point of view of an observer on Earth. The lightbulb flashes a light and the astronaut measure the time it takes the time to travel to the mirror, bounce off the mirror and return to the sensor. He can use the equation time = distance / velocity, since he knows the speed of light which is constant and the distance which is twice the height of the spaceship. For a observer on Earth, time can also be measured. But notice in figure 2-3b that the spaceship is moving to the right according to the observer on Earth. So it looks as the light travels in a diagonal path which is longer than twice the height of the spaceship. Using the same equation (t = d/v), the Earth observer obtained a longer time interval than the astronaut does. In other words, the astronaut measures a shorter time, so the time seems to run more slowly in the spaceship. This result of the special theory of relativity is known as time dilation.

 

The distance between Earth and Neptune is about 5 * 10⁹ km, and it will take the spaceship about 6 hours to get there. That is the measurement by an observer on Earth. However, because of time dilation, people on the spaceship will only spend 3.5 hours of their lives to get there.

 

 The observer in the inertial (rest) reference frame sees that the object moving at a high velocity appear shorter and that the event in that object takes a longer time interval to complete. In a sense these two effects balance each other. That is, space is exchanged for time! This result led to the idea of four-dimensional "space-time."

 

Indeed, it is hard to understand the idea of four dimensional space-time. We have found in the thought experiments that space and time are not completely separate quantities. Our difficulty in accepting the idea of space-time is equivalent to the situation in the seventeenth century at Galileo and Newton's era. Before Galileo, the vertical dimension was considered totally different from the two horizontal dimensions. Yet Galileo showed that the only difference between the vertical and horizontal dimensions is that the vertical dimension is the direction in which gravity acts. That is a fact we accept today. Perhaps now we need to put more effort to believe that time and space are interchangeable. This is not to say that there is no distinction between space and time. The theory of special relativity just proves that space and time are not independent of each other.

Declaration of Holy Bible

 

            As one of the basic and oldest pieces of literature in western civilization, Holy Bible has undoubtedly influenced American laws, morals, politics and other literatures. Thus it is strongly suggested that the state of Oregon set Bible study as a core subject in all high schools.

            Holy Bible has become the most common topic in our daily life. People talk of Bible all the time. Writers refer to Bible frequently. Its charming and magical contents have become the most popular bed-time stories. It has proved its effectiveness in putting kids into nice sleeps. However, there are also many ignorant youth who have never enjoyed its beauty. The Gallup organization recently quizzed 1,002 teenagers on their knowledge of Holy Bible. More than half of them didn’t know that Jesus turned water into wine at a wedding; nearly two thirds couldn’t identify a quote from Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount. This result was shocking and terrifying. A man without knowledge of Holy Bible is like a man without any pride—how embarrassed he would feel when asked about any thing from Bible! He has to stand there with his face all red, being mocked and spit at for his lack of common sense. One cannot stand upright in front of public without knowing about Holy Bible. On the contrary, how proud and respectable he will become if he is able to express his opinion like a professor on every discussion of Holy Bible!

            Learning Bible, of course, is not merely to enable someone to show off his knowledge, but the main purpose is to provide something that people can believe and trust. Those who don’t set up any belief in their early years can hardly succeed in the future because without any guidance, they often lose their directions easily. For example, if Thomas Edison had not called religion “damned fake” “all bunk” “man-made” and “non-sense”, he would have found the right material for filament long before 1879. When asked about their belief, many teenagers answer that they believe in nothing but themselves—what an insult to God and other people! Can they lead themselves to their goals? No, men are too foolish to do that. Can they stand up by themselves after falling off? No, men are not strong enough. It is a matter of great urgency to let these insolent kids know about God—the only saver, guide and controller for the universe—for their sake, and for the sake of human beings’ future. Once they believe in God, they’ll gain God’s support so that they are able to crawl out of the traps into which they have fallen.

            Now, you may wonder why we should set Bible as a core subject, not Qu’ran of Islam, or Buddhism. The answer is that Christianity is the most popular religion in the United States. Nearly eighty percent of our people are Christians, and the number is still increasing by five percent every year. Then what about the students who have other religions such as the two mentioned above? They can simply switch their religions. You may think of this as rudeness, but don’t you know the well-known saying, “Do as the Romans do”? It’s the minority’s responsibility to yield to the majority; otherwise if they refuse to give up their religions, they’ll have to face isolation. Plus, Christianity is indeed superior to all the other religions. Our God has the most omnipotent power—even the devils belong to him. Other leaders such as Buddha and Allah don’t even exist. If people insist they exist, they’ll act as subserviently in front of God as mice in front of a cat. God is so generous that he will help every one, including those who once were reluctant to believe in him.

            Many students complain that adding Bible study to an already crowded curriculum would make their high school years very tough. The solution is to simply cut down the number of the books we are using right now. Holy Bible by itself is already a comprehensive and insightful course on life. All the human natures are reflected in it, such that Judas Iscariot’s act of betrayal warns us about human’s greed and selfishness. Bible’s varieties of stories make it unnecessary for students to read any other literature. In fact, it’s also a waste time and money to write and publish countless new books, whose themes can be easily found in Holy Bible. It is sure that we may generously allow those stubborn teachers a chance to teach several other “famous” literatures to create the diversity of reading; but eventually, students will find those books repetitive, banal and useless after Bible study and therefore lose their trust in the teachers. So my suggestion for teachers is: don’t teach any other literature if you don’t want to ruin your reputation.

            Some scholars point out that teaching Holy Bible is too big a burden for nonreligious English teachers or the ones who have never formally studied Bible. Yes, we understand the difficulties they are facing; however, these teachers should be aware that they have to adapt to the general flowing, doing what other are doing, or they’ll be fired due to their own shameful inability. On the other hand, how can the non-Christians qualify to become licensed teachers? They should be grateful that they are not fired from the beginning as well as shame that they have concealed their poor intelligence from students for so long. Not only in teaching, but also in other fields is the knowledge of Holy Bible a key factor for acceptance to a job. When competing for the same managing position, jobseekers with more comprehensive knowledge of Holy Bible will win the position, since the business world also works according to God’s rules.

            The Gallup organization has also done a survey over all the American high schools. Right now, only 26% of the public schools are offering courses on Bible study. This number suggests that few schools have realized the significance of teaching Holy Bible; so, if the state of Oregon set it as a core subject, we’ll be at the leading place. When more people realize the importance, they’ll surely choose the schools in Oregon, which will ultimately result in a bigger population of Oregon. If we think further, how honorable we will be when the future generations consider us as heroes when they learn the history of Bible study! Our names and our contributions will be remembered forever!

So we see that teaching Holy Bible has no inconvenience at all and will only promote the development of human beings and society. From the moment we start to teach Holy Bible on, human history will be in a new era— ¡Viva la Biblia!

I wish I could be Elinor in "Sense and Sensibility"--not necessarily hiding my feelings, but at least holding my melancholy so no worrisome will be caused from others. How can I become her? How can I be more mature? How can I obtain more sense? Should I panic?

 

No, of course not. Marianne finally realized that she had been selfish to indulge her pain that it caused her sister's and mother's unhappiness. She was changing to a more sensible and generous girl. And SO AM I. It's a mandatory process for everybody.

 

Cheer Up, Courtney! Give yourself a big big smile! The raining season has passed, and it's time to GROW UP!

Tears to Shed (Corpse Bride)

 

If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain
If you cut me with a knife it's still the same
And I know her heart is beating
And I know that I am dead
Yet the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me it's not real
For it seems that I still have a tear to shed

If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain
In the ice or in the sun it's all the same
Yet I feel my heart is aching
Though it doesn't beat it's braking

And the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me it's not real
I know that I am dead
Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed

Thank you, my dear friend,

For your best wishes on the verdant leaf;

Thank you, my dear friend,

For holding my hands, walking through the falling burning lives;

Thank you, my dear friend,

For telling me about the brave shining star by the moon;

Thank you, my dear friend,

For forgiving my dishonest;

Thank you, my dear friend,

For bearing my stubborn temper;

Thank you, my dear friend,

For hiding tears and sadness when we didn't want to but had to say good-bye;

Thank you, my dear friend,

For being a listener as I talk over the phone, over the thousands of miles;

Thank you, my dear friend,

For wishing my wishes;

Thank you, my dear friend,

For giving me so much, so much....

Thank you, my dear friend,

For letting me know what real friendship looks like.

 

Thank you. I'll see you soon, my dear friend.

《像我这样的女孩》在空间里飘了近三个星期，今天安排它下岗吧。新任的名叫“她从集市穿过”，从恩雅的一张专辑上copy下来的，网上找不到，要么就是歌名不对，却感觉不是Enya的声音，像又不像，不管了，好听就好。

转眼间来这里一年了，决定留下点儿东西作个纪念。

从一个连在机场买东西都发憷的外面人变成今天这个样子，今天这个样子？我猜还是外面人吧。学校里，我是永远容不进去的，也许比人会看到我和朋友哈哈大笑，谈天谈地，可我知道这里没有一个令我想倾诉的朋友，也许是我不够开放，也许是所谓的文化差异，也许这里的孩子特别独立，也许原来的朋友太珍贵。不过话说回来，我的倾诉，他们恐怕很难听懂。我从来没有看到哪几个好朋友手牵手（除了BG&FG外），也未曾见过好友肩并肩地赏枫叶。晚饭的时候还跟妈妈说起初中时蚊子早操前的习惯：乌龟，陪我上厕所去！然后就拉着我往楼下窜，一步俩台阶，都是小学时跟WC练出来的。在军队进行曲的伴奏声中呼呼的穿过人群，特有好莱坞动作大片的感觉。到了西南角，我说，给你45秒钟，不然就走人。蚊子在我这种训练下将其上厕所的时速提高到声速水平，有时候我才迈到第40步她蹦就下来了。

还有甜甜，她不会叫我陪她上厕所，但我们天天作着伴儿回家。现在想想，我们的甜甜怎么会这样天真无邪呢？她甩着我的胳膊请我听她唱歌的样子活像7，8岁的皮丫头，无奈~~~！不过趁回家的时候我可以借机推她的自行车倒是不错的，别笑我，我从小到大上学不是离家一万五千里就是近在咫尺，从来没学过骑车，推车感觉特新鲜。甜甜同学笑我，说我有怪癖，我说不会就不会呗，将来我直接开轿车。

还有我可爱的同位傻睿睿。说他可爱有点不恰当，我觉得他比我们班上任何一个同学，除书记外，都成熟，整天说我社会经验不足；可是他确实很好玩，连蚊子文曲星上的电宠都叫傻睿睿，连我姥姥听了我讲的同位儿轶事都说这小男孩儿真逗。我们几乎天天拌嘴，跟他贫得挺过瘾的，至今还记得每次体育课回来他身上的那股阿尔卑斯奶糖味儿。

还有一位跟我贫得特带劲儿的，外号乌鸟，我给她起的，虽然不如单远的"牛肉皮"，但现在也够她难过的了，我走了之后好多同学都继承了我的事业，打招呼都用乌鸟。和乌鸟最值得怀念的时光莫过于在操场上拔老根，放了学去吃“上海串王”，这家店也不知耍了什么鬼把戏，做出来的麻辣串儿就是不一样，总是让我流连忘返的。乌鸟小朋友说了，等我一回去我们就去山师吃串儿去。

唉，回忆啊，总是漫长又美好……

自然卷的新专辑！

听了觉得很满意，庆幸娃娃和奇哥的风格没有变，曲调依然是那样清新，歌词依然我行我素。

才女陈绮贞的风格与自然卷很像，她的歌里总是有种成熟的忧伤，很真挚。

Gloria的风格与自然卷也有些像，但总觉得太流行了，不是特别耐听。

娃娃与奇哥：