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2020年12月18日发(作者：虞蟾)

1a:Learning a foreign language
Learning a foreign language was one of the most difficult yet mostrewardingexperiences of my
life.
Although at times learning a language was rustrating, it was well worth the effort.

My experience with learning a foreign language began in junior middle school, when I took my
first English class.
I had a kind and patient teacher who often praised all of the students.
Because of this positive method, I eagerly answered all the questions I could, never worrying
much about making mistakes.
I was at the top of my class for two years.

When I went to senior middle school, I was eager to continue studying English; however, my
experience in senior middle school was very different from before.
While my ormer teacher had been patient with all of the students, my new teacher quickly
punished those who gave incorrect answers.
Whenever we answered incorrectly, she pointed a long stick at us and, shaking it up and down,
shouted,
It didn't take me long to lose my eagerness to answer questions.
Not only did I lose my joy in answering questions, but I also lost my desire to say anything at all
in English.

However, that state didn't last long.
When I went to college, I learned that all students were required to take an English course.
Unlikemy senior middle school teacher, my college English teachers were patient and kind, and
none of them carried long, pointed sticks!
The situation was far from perfect, though.
As our classes were very large, I was only able to answer a couple of questions in each class
period.
Also, after a few weeks of classes, I noticed there were many students who spoke much better than
I did.
I began to feel intimidated.
So, once again, although for different reasons, I was afraid to speak.
It seemed my English was going to stay at the same level forever.

That was the situation until a couple of years later when I was offered an opportunityto study
English through an onlinecourse.
The communication medium was a computer, a phone line, and a modem.
I soon got accessto the necessary equipment, learned how to use the technology from a friend and
participated in the virtual classroom to days a week.

Online learning is not easier than regular classroom study;
it requires a lot of time, commitment and discipline to keep up with the flow of the course.

I worked hard to meet the minimum standards set by the course and to complete assignments on
time.

I practiced all the time.
I carried a little dictionary with me everywhere I went, as well as a notebook in which I listed any
new words I heard.
I made many, sometimesembarrassing, mistakes.
Once in a while I cried out of frustration, and sometimes I felt like giving up.
But I didn't feel intimidated by students who spoke faster than I did because I took all the time I
needed to think out my ideas and wrote a reply before posting it on the screen.
Then, one day I realized I could understand just about everything I came across, and most
importantly, I could
Although I was still making many mistakes and was continually learning new ways to say things, I
had finally reaped the benefits of all of my hard work.

Learning a foreign language has been a most trying experience for me, but one that I wouldn't
trade for anything.
Not only did learning another language teach me the value of hard work, but it also gave me
insights into another culture, and my mind was opened to new ways of seeing things.
The most wonderful result of having learned a foreign language was that I could communicate
with many more people than before.
Talking with people is one of my favoriteactivities, so being able to speak a new language lets me
meet new people, participate in conversations, and form new, unforgettable friendships.
Now that I speak a foreign language, instead of staring into space when English is being spoken,
I can participate and make friends.
I am able to reach out to others and bridge the gap between my language and culture and theirs.

1b:Keys to successful online leaening
While regular schools still exist, the virtual classroom plays an important role in today's learning
community.
Job opportunities for students are expanding rapidly and more people of all ages are becoming
aware of online learning that allows them to study at home.
Online students, however, require unique qualities to be successful.
The following list discusses some ideal qualities of successful online students.

. Be open-minded about sharing life, work, and learning experiences as part of online learning.

Many people find that the online method requires them to use their experiences and that online
learning offers them a place to communicate with each other.
This forum for communication removes the visual barriers that hinder some students from
expressing themselves.
In addition, students are given time to reflect on the information before replying.

In this way, students can help to keep the online environment open and friendly.

. Be able to communicate through writing.

In the virtual classroom nearly all communication is written, so it is critical that students feel
comfortable expressing themselves in writing.
Some students have limited writing abilities, which need to be improved before or as part of the
online experience.
This usually requires extra commitment by these students.
Whether working alone or in a group, students share ideas, perspectives and discussions on the
subject being studied, and read about those of their classmates.
In this way, students gain great insights from their peers, learning from each other as well as the
instructor.

. Be willing to

Remember that instructors cannot see their students in an online course.
This means students must be absolutely explicit with their comments and requests.
If they experience technical difficulties, or problems in understanding something about the course,
they MUST speak up; otherwise there is no way anyone can know something is wrong.
If one person does not understand something, possibly several others have the same problem.
If another student is able to help, he or she probably will.
While explaining something to others, students reinforce their own knowledge about the subject.

. Take the program seriously.

Online learning is not easier than study in regular classrooms.
In fact, many students say it requires much more time and effort.
Requirements for online courses are no less than those of any other quality program.
Successful online students, however, see online learning as a convenient way to receive their
education—not an easier way.
Many online students sit at computers for hours at a time during evenings and on weekends in
order to complete their assignments.
When other people are finished with their work and studies and having fun, you'll most likelyfind
online students doing their course work.
Online students need to commit to hours a week to each course.

. Accept critical thinking and decision making as part of online learning.

Online courses require students to make decisions based on facts as well as experience.
It is absolutely necessary for students to assimilate information and make the right decisions based
on critical thinking.
In a positive online environment, students feel valued by the instructor and by their classmates and
feel good about their own work.

. Be able to think ideas through before replying.

Providing meaningful and quality input into the virtual classroom is an essential part of online
learning.
Time is given to allow for careful development of answers.
Testing and challenging of ideas is encouraged.
Online students will not always be right, so they need to be prepared to accept a challenge.

. Keep up with the progress of the course.

Online learning is normally sequential and requires commitment on the students' part.
Keeping up with the class and completing all the work on time is vital.
Once students get behind, it is almost impossible to catch up.
Students need to want to be there and need to want the experience.
The instructor may have to communicate with students personally to offer help and remind them
of the need to keep up.

Just as many excellent instructors may not be effective online facilitators, not all students have the
necessary qualities to perform well online.
People who have the qualities discussed above usually make very successful online students.
If you have these qualities, learning online may be one of the best discoveries you will ever make.

2a：Deep concern
The radio clickedon. Rock music blasted forth.
Like a shot, the music woke Sandy.
She looked at the clock; it was : A.M.
Sandy sang along with the words as she lay listening to her favorite radio station.


Steve Finch burst into her room.

It's the same thing over and over.
I'm not sure it is really music, though it does have rhythm.


Listen for a minute; I'm sure you'll like it.
Sandy reached for the radio to turn it up louder.


Turn that radio down so your mother and I can't hear it.
I'm sure that music is hurting your ears as well as your brain.

Sandy walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Then shegrabbed the soap and washed thoroughly, including her hair.

After her shower, Sandy brushed her hair, put on her old, green T-shirt and some jeans.
Then she put on her makeup and went to the kitchen.
As usual, she didn't know what to have for breakfast, so she grabbed a glass of milk and ate a
piece of toast while standing by the sink.
Just then, her mother, Jane, entered the kitchen.




























Believe me, all the girls at school wear makeup. Some have tattoos and pierced ears, and noses
and tongues, too.
Mom, I don't have time to talk about this now—I'm late. I've got to go. See you later.
Sandy kissed her mother quickly on the cheek, picked up her books, pand bolted out of the house.

After Sandy had left for school, Jane Finch sat down in peace and quiet to drink her coffee.
Soon her husband joined her.

—like it's full of knots.
It's probably that awful music that wakes me up every morning.
I don't think I'm old-fashioned, but hearing those tuneless, offensive lyrics repeatedly makes my
blood boil.




Steve smiled. of some of the knots in my
stomach.


I can't believe I didn't notice.
I suppose we should feel lucky because makeup is our biggest problem with her.
I've seen other teenagers walking around town with tattoos and piercings all over their bodies.

on Sandy.
I don't know what's happening to our little girl.
She's changing and I'm concerned about her.
Makeup, terrible music—who knows what will be next?
We need to have a talk with her.
The news is full of stories about teenagers in trouble whose parents hardly know anything about
their problems.


But in any case, you're right. We need to have a talk with Sandy,

As Jane Finch drove to work, she thought about her Sandy.
She knew what she wanted to say, what she had to say to Sandy.
She was so glad that she and Sandy could still talk things over.
She knew she had to have patience and keep the lines of communication with her daughter
open.
She wanted to be there as an anchor for her, but at the same time she would give her freedom
to find her own identity .

2b:Is there a generation gap

The term
One conceptof the generation gap is that parents and children have different values and beliefs.
As a result, many parents fear that peer opinions will become more highly valued and that they in
turn will lose influence.

Although the term continues to be used often, some people are beginning to ask the question,
there a generation gap in today's society?

One study compared four generations, aged -, -, -, and and over.
Several questions were asked to tap into basic beliefs and values, such as
getting ahead
Across the generations, there was great consistency in the responses.

Many studies on youth also refute the concept of a generation gap.
These studies show that while young people tend to value their peers' evaluations over parents'on
things like music, clothing and what's
guidance in the more important areas of life, such as career and lifetime goals.

Of course, general trends can't always be applied to individual cases.
It is natural to feel like there is an uncomfortable
a need to bridge it.
Perhaps, though, the problem does not lie in a difference of opinions or values, but in the way we
relate to and communicate with each other.
Here are some tips from an article entitled

Show respect.
An attitude of respect and trust can be contagious.
Young people tend to see themselves the way their parents see them.
In turn, they gain self-confidence and respect for themselves when you show that you respect their
ability to make decisions and learn from their mistakes.

Listen more than you talk.
Questioning can sound like interrogation.
Instead, adopt an attitude of curiosity rather than control.
Ask questions like
do now?
If your object is only to listen, you should be careful not to be preparing your response while your
teen is still talking.
You'll hear better that way, and they will be encouraged to talk more.

Ask whether your child wants to hear it before sharing your point of view.
Only go on if they say
Don't lecture, and don't expect them to agree with you.
If you state your case with a
right way to see things

Think
have chores to do before we leave the house; how can we take care of what needs to be
done?

Any way you can get across the message in this togethercan help bridge gaps that
conflicts might otherwise create.

Keep calm.
You can easily destroy your credibility by getting angry or too excited during a conversation.
Instead of
you think you might do in a situation like that?

Don't apply double standards.
Teenagers pay close attention to double standards.
Don't expect them to follow rules you don't follow yourself.
Whether it's about checking in by the phone, putting things away or drinking out of the milk
carton,

Admit your own mistakes and talk about what you are learning from them.
Showing self-acceptance and tolerance for imperfection is very encouraging to teenagers (as well
as other people around you) and tends to make you easier to approach with questions, regrets and
challenges.
Apologize when you think you had done or said something differently, like losing your cool or
saying something hurtful during an argument.

Enjoy them.
The humor, energy and sense of possibility teenagers often have can awaken parents to positive
sides of themselves they had forgotten or neglected.
When teens experience being liked, they usually act more likeable.

3a:A good heart to learn on
When I was growing up, I was embarrassed to be seen with my father.
He was severely crippled and very short, and when we walked together, his hand on my arm for
balance, people would stare.
I would inwardly struggle at the unwanted attention.
If he ever noticed or was bothered, he never let on.

It was difficult to coordinate our steps—his halting, mine impatient—and because of that, we
didn't say much as we went along.
But as we started out, he always said,

Our usual walk was to or from the subway on which he traveled to work.
He went to work sick, and despite nasty weather.
He almost never missed a day, and would make it to the office even if others could not.
It was a matter of pride.

When snow or ice was on the ground, it was impossible for him to walk, even with help.

At such times my sisters or I would pull him through the streets of Brooklyn, N.Y., on a child's
wagon with steel runners to the subway entrance.
Once there, he would cling to the handrail until he reached the lower steps that the warmer tunnel
air kept free of ice.
In Manhattan the subway station was in the basement of his office building, and he would not
have to go outside again until we met him in Brooklyn on his way home.

When I think of it now, I am amazed at how much courage it must have taken for a grown man to
subject himself to such shame and stress. And at how he did it—without bitterness or complaint.

He never talked about himself as an object of pity, nor did he show any envy of the more fortunate
or able.
What he looked for in others was a
for him.

Now that I am older, I believe that is a proper standard by which to judge people, even though I
still don't know precisely what a
But I know at times I don't have one myself.

Unable to engage in many activities, my father still tried to participate in some way.
When a local baseball team found itself without a manager, he kept it going.
He was a knowledgeable baseball fan and often took me to Ebbets Field to see the Brooklyn
Dodgers play.
He liked to go to dances and parties, where he could have a good time just sitting and watching.

On one occasion a fight broke out at a beach party, with everyone punching and shoving.
He wasn't content to sit and watch, but he couldn't stand unaided on the soft sand.
In frustration he began to shout, I'll fight anyone
who will sit down with me!

Nobody did.
But the next day people kidded him by saying it was the first time any fighter was urged to take a
dive before the fight began.

I now know he participated in some things through me, his only son.
When I played ball (poorly), he
And when I came home on leave, he saw to it that I visited his office.
Introducing me, he was really saying,
too, if things had been different.

He has been gone many years now, but I think of him often.
I wonder if he sensed my reluctance to be seen with him during our walks.
If he did, I am sorry I never told him how sorry I was, how unworthy I was, how I regretted it.
I think of him when I complain about trifles, when I am envious of another's good fortune, when I

don't have a

At such times I put my hand on his arm to regain my balance, and say,
to adjust to you.

3b:The right son the right time
The story began on a downtown Brooklyn street corner.
An elderly man had collapsed while crossing the street, and an ambulance rushed him to Kings
County Hospital.
There, when he came to now and again, the man repeatedly called for his son.

From a worn letter located in his pocket, an emergency room nurse learned that his son was a
marine stationed in North Carolina.
Apparently there were no other relatives.

Someone at the hospital called the Red Cross office in Brooklyn, and a request for the boy to rush
to Brooklyn was sent to the Red Cross director of the North Carolina Marine Corps camp.
Because time was short—the patient was dying—the Red Cross man and an officer set out in an
army vehicle.
They found the young man walking through some marshes in a military exercise.
He was rushed to the airport in time to catch the sole plane that might enable him to reach his
dying father.

It was dusk when the young marine walked into the entrance lobby of Kings County Hospital.
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.


She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.
The medicine he had been given for the pain from his heart attack made his eyes weak and he
could only see the shadow of the young man in Marine Corps uniform standing outside the oxygen
tent.
He extended his hand. The marine wrapped his strong fingers around the old man's limp ones,
squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair, so the marine could sit by the bed.

Nights are long in hospitals, but all through the night the young marine sat there in the dimly lit
ward, holding the old man's hand and offering words of hope and strength.
Occasionally, the nurse urged the marine to rest for a while. He refused.

Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the marine was there, but he paid no attention to her and
the night noises of the hospital—the banging of an oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff
exchanging greetings, the cries and moans and breathing of other patients.
Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words.

The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son through most of the night.

It was nearly dawn when the patient died.
The marine placed the lifeless hand he had been holding on the bed, and went to inform the nurse.
While she did what she had to do, he smoked a cigarette, his first since he got to the hospital.

Finally, she returned to the nurse's station, where he was waiting.
She started to offer words of sympathy, but the marine interrupted her.









wasn't here.
When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, I guessed he really needed
me.
So I stayed.

With that, the marine turned and exited the hospital.
Two days later a message came in from the North Carolina Marine Corps base informing the
Brooklyn Red Cross that the real son was on his way to Brooklyn for his father's funeral.
It turned out there had been two marines with the same name and similar numbers in the camp.
Someone in the personnel office had pulled out the wrong record.

But the wrong marine had become the right son at the right time.
And he proved, in a very human way, that there are people who care what happens to their fellow
men.
4a:How to make a good impression
Research shows we make up our minds about people through unspoken communication within
seven seconds of meeting them.
Consciously or unconsciously, we show our true feelings with our eyes, faces, bodies and attitudes,
causing a chain of reactions, ranging from comfort to fear.

Think about some of your most unforgettable meetings: an introduction to your future spouse, a
job interview, an encounter with a stranger.
Focus on the first seven seconds. What did you feel and think?
How did you
How do you think he read you?

You are the message.
For years I've worked with thousands who want to be successful.
I've helped them make persuasive presentations, answer unfriendly questions, communicate more
effectively.
The secret has always been you are the message.

Others will want to be with you and help you if you use your good qualities.
They include: physical appearance, energy, rate of speech, pitch and tone of voice, gestures,
expression through the eyes, and the ability to hold the interest of others.
Others form an impression about you based on these.

Think of times when you know you made a good impression.
What made you successful?
You were committed to what you were talking about and so absorbed in the moment you lost all
self- consciousness.

Be yourself.
Many how-to books advise you to stride into a room and impress others with your qualities.
They instruct you to greet them with
person.
If you follow all this advice, you'll drive everyone crazy—including yourself.

The trick is to be consistently you, at your best.
The most effective people never change from one situation to another.
They're the same whether they're having a conversation, addressing their garden club or being
interviewed for a job.
They communicate with their whole being; the tones of their voices and their gestures match their
words.

Public speakers, however, often send mixed messages.
My favorite is the kind who say, and gentlemen, I'm very happy to be here—while
looking at their shoes.
They don't look happy.
They look angry, frightened or depressed.

The audience always believe what they see over what they hear.
They think,
He's not being honest.

Use your eyes.
Whether you're talking to one person or one hundred, always remember to look at them.
Some people start to say something while looking right at you, but three words into the sentence,
they break eye contact and look out the window.

As you enter a room, move your eyes comfortably; then look straight at those in the room and
smile.
Smiling is important. It shows you are relaxed.
Some think entering a room full of people is like going into a lion's cage.
I disagree.
If I did agree, I certainly wouldn't look at my feet or at the ceiling.
I'd keep my eyes on the lion!

Lighten up.
Once in a staff meeting, one of the most powerful chairmen in the entertainment industry became
very angry over tiny problems, scolded each worker and enjoyed making them fear him.
When he got to me, he shouted,

I said,
Then the chairman threw back his head and roared with laughter.
Others laughed too.
Humor broke the stress of a very uncomfortable scene.

If I had to give advice in two words, it would be
You can always see people who take themselves too seriously.
Usually they are either brooding or talking a great deal about themselves.

Take a good hard look at yourself. Do you say
Are you usually focused on your own problems?
Do you complain frequently?
If you answered yes to even one of these questions, you need to lighten up.
To make others comfortable, you have to appear comfortable yourself.
Don't make any huge changes; just be yourself.
You already have within you the power to make a good impression, because nobody can be you as
well as you can.

4B:Boby language


Such statements are examples of judgmentsopinions which are formed suddenly,
seemingly without using any sound reason at all.
Most people say snap judgments are unsound or even dangerous.
They also admit they often make snap judgments and find them to be fairly sound.

Snap judgments like at first sightor hateif taken seriously, have usually been
considered signs of immaturity or lack of common sense.
When someone
Most people think you find out about a person by listening to what he says over a period of time.

Others say
or sending money home.

Because people assume
each other.
Once two people have become acquainted, they think it was their conversation that gave them
their information about each other.

As behavioral sciences develop, however, researchers find the importance of speech has been
overestimated.
Although speech is the most obvious form of communication, we do use other forms of which we
may be only partially aware or, in some cases, completely unaware.
It is possible we are unconsciously sending messages with every action, messages that are
unconsciously picked up by others and used in forming opinions.
These unconscious actions and reactions to them may in part account for our
judgments

We communicate a great deal, researchers have found, with our bodies—by the way we move, sit,
stand and what we do with our hands and heads.
Imagine a few people sitting in a waiting room: one is tapping his fingers on his briefcase, another
keeps rubbing his hands together, another is biting his fingernails, still another grabs the arms of
his chair tightly and one keeps running his fingers through his hair.
These people aren't talking but they're a lot if you know the languagethey're
using.

Two of the most
Notice a person's reaction to stress in these situations and to aggressive behavior in others.
Those who easily become angry, excited, passive or resentful when driving or playing may be
giving insights into the inside self.

While clothing serves a purely practical function, how you dress also communicates many things
about your social status, state of mind and even your aspirations and dreams.
An eleven-year-old girl who dresses like a college student and a forty-year- old woman who
dresses like a teenager are saying something through what they wear.
What you communicate through your kind of dress definitely influences others to accept the
picture of yourself you are projecting: In the business world, the person who dresses like a
successful manager is most likely to be promoted into a managing position.

Also important are the ornaments a person wears: buttons, medals, jewels, etc.
Such ornaments are often the means by which a person announces a variety of things about
himself: his convictions (campaign buttons), his beliefs (religious tokens), his membership in
certain groups (club pins or badges), his past achievements (college ring or Phi Beta Kappa key)
and his economic status (diamonds).

Another sign of a person's nature can be found in his choices in architecture and furniture.
A person who would really like to live in a castle would probably be more at home in the Middle
Ages.
Those who like Victorian family houses and furniture might secretly welcome a return to more
rigid social norms.
People who are content with modern design are probably comfortable with modern lifestyles.

When you see a person for the first time, even though he doesn't speak to you, you begin watching
him—his actions, his attitude, his clothing and many other things.
There's a wealth of information there if you know how to
Perhaps snap judgments aren't so unsound after all.

5A:The battle against aids
Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome (AIDS) was diagnosed in the United States in the late s.
Since then, AIDS has killed more than , Americans—half of that number in the past few years
alone.
Another , of the one million infected with the HIV virus are expected to die within the next year.

Nearly half of those diagnosed with the virus are blacks and Latinos.
Women and youth in rural southern communities now constitute the fastest growing segment of
people with AIDS.

Despite such alarming numbers, the federal and state governments have been slow in
implementing programs to stop the spread of AIDS.
In place of government inactivity, a number of local organizations have emerged.

One organization, the South Carolina AIDS Education Network, formed in to combat the
growing number of AIDS cases.
Like many local organizations, this organization suffers from a lack of money, forcing it to use its
resources creatively.
To reach more people in the community, some AIDS educational programs operate out of a beauty
shop.

The owner hands out AIDS information to all her clients when they enter the shop and shows
videos on AIDS prevention while they wait for their hair to dry.
She also keeps books and other publications around so customers can read them while waiting for
their appointments.
It's amazing how many people she has educated on the job.

Recently, the network began helping hair stylists throughout the southeast set up similar programs
in their shops.
The hair stylists are also valuable resources in spreading information to their schools, community
groups, and churches.

The organization has developed several techniques useful to other groups doing similar work.
While no one way of winning the war against AIDS exists, the network shares these lessons
learned in its battle against AIDS:

Speak to your community in a way they can hear.
Many communities have a low literacy rate, making impossible passing out AIDS literature and
expecting people to read it.
To solve this problem, ask people in the community who can draw well to create low-literacy
AIDS education publications.

These books use simple, hand-drawn pictures of
people can prevent AIDS.
They also show people who look like those we need to educate, since people can relate more when
they see familiar faces and language they can understand.
As a result, such books actually have more effect in the communities where they are used than
government publications, which cost thousands of dollars more to produce.

Train teenagers to educate their peers.
Because AIDS is spreading fastest among teenagers in the rural South, the stylists have established
an youth from to to go into the community and teach

They make it simple and explain the risk of catching AIDS to friends their own age much better
than an adult can.
They also play a vital role in helping parents understand the types of peer pressure their children
experience.

Redefine
One woman's doctor told her she was not at risk for AIDS because she was married and didn't use
drugs.
Such misinformation plagues the medical establishment.
According to the Centers for Disease Control, women will soon make up percent of those
diagnosed with HIV.

The stylists also emphasize that everyone is at risk and that all of us have a right to protect
ourselves—regardless of marriage status.

These lessons are not the only solutions to the crisis, but until there is a cure for AIDS, education
represents the only safe measure to guard against the virus.

Like no other plague before, the AIDS epidemic threatens to wipe out an entire generation and
leave another without parents.
We must not let cultural, racial, or social barriers distract us from the job that must be done.
Nor can we let political inefficiency stop us from our task.

This is an undeclared war that everyone must sign up for in order for us to win.
We simply cannot let people continue to die because we don't feel comfortable talking about
AIDS.
Everyone must become an educator and learn to live.

5B：The last dive at the olympics
I climbed the ladder, heard my dive announced, and commenced the moves that would thrust me
into the air.
Pushing off the diving board with my legs, I lifted my arms and shoulders back, and knew
immediately I would be close to the board and might hit my hands.
I tried to correct myself as I turned, spreading my hands wide apart.
Then I heard a strange sound and my body lost control.
Moments later I realized I had hit my head on the board.

Initially, I felt embarrassed. I wanted to hide, to get out of the pool without anyone seeing me.
Next I felt intense fear.
Had I cut my head?
Was I bleeding?
Was there blood in the pool?
Swimming to the side, I noticed many shocked faces.
People were worried about my head; I was worried about something far more threatening.
An official examined my head.
In haste, I pushed him away, and everyone else who approached me.


These were the trials for the Olympics in Seoul, Korea.
Until this dive, I had been ahead.
But now, something else was more significant than winning.
I might have endangered other divers' lives if I had spilled blood in the pool.
For what I knew—that few others knew—was that I was HIV-positive.

According to my mother, my natural parents were Samoan and only teenagers when I was born, so
they gave me up for adoption.
When I was only eighteen months old, I started gym classes.
At ten, I explored doing gym exercises off the diving board at the pool.

Because of my dark skin, kids at school called me names; I often got mugged coming home from
school.
My diving made me feel good about myself when my peers made me feel stupid.
In the seventh grade, I started taking drugs.

At sixteen, I knew I had a shot at the Olympics.
At the trials, one month prior to the finals, I took the first place on the ten-meter platform and on

the springboard!
This was surprising because I had trained mostly on the platform.
In the finals, I won the silver medal for the platform.
Unfortunately, I wasn't happy.
Instead, I felt I failed because I hadn't won the gold.
After that, I started training with Ron O'Brien, a well-known Olympic diving coach.
Ron understood me and assisted me to work more intensely.
I soon became the international leader in diving.
In the Olympics, I won two gold medals, one for platform, one for springboard.
This was an enjoyable triumph.

No one knew then I was gay, except Ron and a few friends.
I feared I would be hated if people found out.
Four years later, while preparing for the Seoul Olympics, I learned my partner had AIDS.
I had to accept I might be HIV-positive or have AIDS, too.
When my HIV test results returned positive, I was shocked and confused.
Was I dying?
Had my shot at the ' Olympics vaporized?
What should I do?
During this very difficult time, I couldn't tell anyone for fear I wouldn't be able to compete in the
Olympics if people learned I was HIV- positive.

Everyone was alarmed when I hit my head on the board at the trials in Seoul.
Regardless, I made it to the finals.
When we practiced the next morning, my coach made me start with the dive I'd hit my head on.
At first, I was scared, but Ron made me do it six times.
With each repetition, I felt more confident.

During my last dive in the finals, I enjoyed for the last time the quietness underwater and then
swam to the side of the pool.
Afraid to look at the scoreboard, I watched Ron's face.
Suddenly he leapt into the air, the crowd cheered, and I knew I'd won—two gold medals, one for
the three-meter springboard and one for the ten-meter platform.
No one knew how hard it had been, except Ron and the friends I'd told I was HIV-positive.

AIDS forced me to stop diving; I had to quit diving professionally after the Olympics.
6A:The trashman
Saturday, April

Steve and I hauled trash for four solid hours continuously, except for about five minutes when we
stopped to talk.
My shoulder hurt wickedly each time I put another full barrel on it, and my legs occasionally
trembled as I was heading to the street, but the rest of me said,

I could not have imagined there would be joy in this.
Dump. Lift. Walk. Lift. Walk. The hours flew by.

Saturday meant most adults were at home on the route.
So were school-age children.
I thought this might mean more exchanges as I made the rounds today.
Many people were outdoors working in their gardens or greenhouses.
Most looked approachable enough.
There wasn't time for lengthy talks but enough to exchange greetings that go with civilized ways.

I was shocked to find that this wasn't the case.

I said hello in quite a few yards before the message registered that this wasn't normally done.
Occasionally, I got a direct reply from someone who looked me in the eye, smiled, and asked,

I felt human then.
But most often the response was either nothing at all, or a surprised stare because I had spoken.

One woman in a housecoat was startled as I came around the corner of her house.
At the sound of my greeting, she gathered her housecoat tightly about her and retreated quickly
indoors.
I heard the lock click.
Another woman had a huge, peculiar animal in her yard.
I asked what it was.
She stared at me.
I thought she was deaf and spoke louder.
She seemed frightened as she turned coldly away.

Steve raged spontaneously about these things on the long ride to the dump.


Say 'hello' and they stare at you in surprise.
They don't realize we're human.


I said we couldn't take them.
She said, 'Who are you to say what goes?
You're nothing but a trashman.'
I told her, 'Listen, lady, I've got an IQ of , and I graduated near the top of my high school class.
I do this for the money, not because it's the only work I can do.'


I don't tell anyone I'm a garbageman.

I say I'm a truck driver.
My family knows,

but my wife's folks don't.
If someone comes right out and asks, 'Do you drive for a garbage company?' I say yes.
I believe we're doing a service people need, like being a police officer or a fire fighter.
I'm not ashamed of it, but I don't go around boasting about it either.


from those trashmen. They're dirty.'
I was angry with her.
'They're as good as we are,' I told her.
'You seem to have a lot of sympathy for them,' she said.
'Yes, I do.'
But I never told her why.

I had originally planned to stay at this employment for only two days but now I'm going to
continue.
The exercise is great; the lifting gets easier with every load, even if my shoulder muscles are sore.
I become faster and neater each day.
I'm outdoors in clean air.
And, contrary to what people think, I don't get dirty on the job.

I have decided, too, to keep saying hello in people's yards.
It doesn't do any harm, and it still feels right.
Frankly, I'm proud. I'm doing an essential task.
I left this country a little cleaner than I found it this morning.
Not many people can say that each night.

John Gardner wrote that a society, which praises its philosophers and looks down on its plumbers,
is in for trouble.

He might have gone a step further and called for respect for both our economists and our trashmen;
otherwise, they'll both leave garbage behind.
6B:The company man
He worked himself to death, finally and precisely, at : A.M. Sunday morning.

The article about his death didn't say that, of course.
It said he died of a heart attack, but every one of his friends and acquaintances knew it instantly.
He was a perfect Type A, addicted to working, they said to each other and shook their heads—and
thought for five or ten minutes about the way they lived.

This man, Phil, who worked himself to death finally and precisely at : A.M. Sunday morning—on
his day off—was at work.
He had devoted the last eighteen years of his life to that work.

He was fifty-one years old and a vice-president.
More precisely, he was one of six vice-presidents, and one of three that might conceivably—if the
president died or retired soon enough—have been promoted to the top spot.
Phil could not afford a rest.

He worked six days a week, five of them until eight or nine at night, during a time when his own
company had begun the four-day week for everyone but the executives.
He did not divide his time with outside interests, unless, of course, you consider his monthly game
of golf.
To Phil, it was work.
He always ate egg salad sandwiches at his desk.
He was, of course, overweight and had high blood pressure.
On Saturdays, Phil wore a sports jacket to the office instead of a suit because it was the weekend.

He had a lot of people working under him, maybe sixty,

and most of them liked and admired
him most of the time.
Three of them will be seriously considered for his job.
The article ignored this information.

But it did list his
He is survived by his wife, Helen, forty-eight years old, a good woman of no particular marketable
skills, who worked in an office before marrying and mothering.
She had, according to her daughter, given up trying to compete with his work years ago when the
children were small.
A company friend said,
And she answered,


man.
She would be

His
manufacturing firm down South.
The day before the funeral, he went around the neighborhood talking to people and trying to get to
know his father better.
The neighbors were embarrassed, and pretended to know him better than they did.

His second child is a girl, who is twenty-four and newly married.
She lives near her mother and they are close, but whenever she was alone with her father, in a car
driving somewhere, they had very little to say to each other.

The youngest child is twenty, a boy, a high- school graduate and like a lot of his friends, he is
content to do enough odd jobs to stay in grass and food.
His father's work did not suit him.

Still, he was the one who tried to reach his father, and tried to mean enough to him to keep the
man at home.
He was his father's favorite.
Over the last two years, Phil stayed up nights worrying about the boy.

The boy once said,

At the funeral, the sixty-year-old company president

told the forty-eight-year-old widow that
the fifty-one-year-old deceased had meant so much to the company and would be missed and hard
to replace.
The widow couldn't bear to look him in the eye.
She was afraid he would read her bitterness and, after all, she would need him to straighten out
their finances—the stock options and all that.

Phil was overweight, always wound up and worked too hard.
If he wasn't at the office, he was worried about it.
He was a natural choice for a heart attack.
You could have picked him out in a minute from a line-up.

So when he finally worked himself to death, at precisely : A.M. Sunday morning, no one was
really surprised.

By : P.M. the afternoon of the funeral, the company president had begun, discreetly of course, with
care and taste, to make inquiries about his replacement—one of three men.
He asked around,
7a:Face to face with guns
Like most city folks, I'm cautious.
I scan the street and pathways for anything—or anyone—unusual before pulling into the garage.
That night was no exception.
But, as I walked out of the garage, KFC chicken in hand, a portly, unshaven young man in a
stocking cap and dark nylon jacket emerged from the shrub by the parking pad and put his pistol
between my eyes.




As I spoke, I set the KFC box on the planter beside the pathway, contriving as I did so to toss my
house keys into a bush.


Everything he said during our encounter was repeated; instinctively, I did the same.

He moved behind me, put his gun on my neck and began to search my trouser pockets.













Just then, his partner appeared.
Slight and shorter, he held an enlarged blue steel pistol.
His dark eyes shone like polished glass; his arms and legs moved unexpectedly, as if attached to
unseen wires.

His voice snapped,

He wasn't stupid.
I've seen enough criminal trials to know victims of armed attacks are seldom able to identify their
offenders because their attention focuses on the guns, rather than on their users.
I consciously noted details of their faces.




He grabbed my glasses and tossed them onto the lawn.

By then, I was flat on my face on the pathway, its dirt against my forehead.
The big one's gun dug into the back of my head, the thin one's pistol into my left temple.

I thought,



I rolled my head to the right.

And, suddenly—wallet, watch and chicken in hand—their footsteps faded down the darkened
street.

I turned to see their shadows get into a car and speed away.

I had been spared, but by what? Mercy? A short attention span? Hunger?


food.

I got to my feet, found the keys, entered and called .
The operator took a description of the robbers and sent a police car.
I poured a stiff drink and, soon, two uniformed officers of the LAPD arrived.
They took a report and admitted the



Later, an officer telephoned for additional details.
He said the pair's methods suggested they might be the same men who had committed a number of
robberies in the area over the past few months.
He asked me to come to the station and look through mug shots.

So, last Monday I looked through album- sized books of pictures mostly of young men—an
amazing number of them actually children.

Turning those pages and studying their photographs is like flowing on a sad current that, like
Blake's Thames, seems to

Together, these young men are a kind of river—one that is out of control, eating at the foundations
of things we hold dear: our freedom to move about; the fruits of our labor; our own lives and those
of people we value.
Some day, we will have to face this river and seek the depths of its discontent.

Presently, all we can do is look at mug shots and stick our fingers in the dam.
7b:Should i have a gun?

I own a black gun with a brown handle.
It holds five bullets and stays loaded by my bed.

I've always advocated gun control; the odd thing is I still do.
It wasn't ignorance of crime statistics nor thinking I was immune to violence that previously kept
me from owning a gun.

I assumed because I didn't believe in violence, because I wasn't violent, I wouldn't be affected by
violence.
I believed my belief in the best of human nature could make it real.

I should transport the gun from my residence to my vehicle, but I don't.
What the gun is capable of, what it is intended for, still frightens me more than what it may
prevent.
If I carry my gun and I am attacked, I must use it to kill, not just injure.

I have confronted an attacker in my imagination, not in reality.
A man is walking down the street.
I lock my car and walk to my apartment with my key ready.
Before I reach the door, I think I hear a voice say,
Before I open the door I hear a voice and turn to see the man with a gun.

He is frightened.
I am frightened I will scare him and he will shoot, or I will give him my money and he will still
shoot.
I am also angry because someone I've never met and never hurt is pointing a gun at me.

Something makes me uncomfortable about this imagined robbery, something I don't want to admit,
something I almost intentionally omitted because I am ashamed.

I understand why I imagined being robbed by a man: They're physically more dominating and I've
never heard of anyone being robbed by a female.

But why is he a black man?
Why is he a Negro male with a worn T-shirt and shining eyes?
Why is he not a white man?

I imagine standing in a gas station on Claiborne and Jackson waiting to pay the cashier when a
black man walks up behind me.
I do not turn around. I stare ahead waiting to pay.
I try not to reveal I feel anxiety just because a black man has walked up behind me in a gas station
in a bad neighborhood and he does not have a car.

I imagine another possibility.
I am walking with my gun in my hand when I hear the voice.
The man must not have seen my gun.
I get angry because I am threatened, because someone is endangering my life for the money in my
pocket.

I turn and without really thinking, angry and frightened, I shoot.

I kill a man for $$ or perhaps $$.
It doesn't matter that he was trying to rob me.
A man has died for money, not my money or his money, just money.
Who put that price on his life?

I remember driving one night with my friend in her parents' automobile.
We stopped at a red light at Carlton and Tulane where a black man was crossing the street in front
of us.
My friend automatically locked the doors.

I am disgusted she saw the man as a reminder to lock her doors.
I wonder if he noticed us doing so.
I wonder how it feels when people lock their doors at the sight of you.

I imagine another confrontation in front of my apartment.
I have my gun when a man asks for money.
I am angry and scared, but I do not use the gun.
I fear what may happen if I don't use it, but am more afraid of killing another human being, more
afraid of trying to live with the guilt of murdering another person.
I bet my life that he will take my money and leave.
I hope I win.

Now I enter a gasoline station near my house.
A black man is already waiting in line.
He jumps and turns around. Seeing me, he relaxes and says I scared him because of the way things
have become in this neighborhood.

Sorry, I say and smile.
I realize I'm not the only one who is frightened.
8A:Birth of bright ideas
No satisfactory way exists to explain how to form a good idea.
You think about a problem until you're tired, forget it, maybe sleep on it, and then flash!
When you aren't thinking about it, suddenly the answer arrives as a gift from the gods.

Of course, all ideas don't occur like that but so many do, particularly the most important ones.
They burst into the mind, glowing with the heat of creation.
How they do it is a mystery, but they must come from somewhere.
Let's assume they come from the
This is reasonable, for psychologists use this term to describe mental processes, which are
unknown to the individual.
Creative thought depends on what was unknown becoming known.

All of us have experienced this sudden arrival of a new idea, but it is easiest to examine it in the

great creative personalities, many of whom experienced it in an intensified form and have written
it down in their life stories and letters.
One can draw examples from genius in any field, from religion, philosophy, and literature to art
and music, even in mathematics, science, and technical invention, although these are often thought
to depend only on logic and experiment.
All truly creative activities depend in some degree on these signals from the unconscious, and the
more highly insightful the person, the sharper and more dramatic the signals become.

Take the example of Richard Wagner composing the opening to
Wagner had been occupied with the idea of the
been struggling to begin composing.
On September , , he reached Spezia sick, went to a hotel, could not sleep for noise without and
fever within, took a long walk the next day, and in the afternoon flung himself on a couch
intending to sleep.
Then at last the miracle happened for which his unconscious mind had been seeking for so long.
Falling into a sleeplike condition, he suddenly felt as though he was sinking in a mighty flood of
water, and the rush and roar soon took musical shape within his brain.
He recognized that the orchestral opening to the
within him yet had never been able to put into form, had at last taken its shape within him.
In this example, the conscious mind at the moment of creation knew nothing of the actual
processes by which the solution was found.

As a contrast, we may consider a famous story: the discovery by Henri Poincare, the great French
mathematician, of a new mathematical method called the Fuchsian functions.
Here we see the conscious mind, in a person of highest ability, actually watching the unconscious
at work.
For weeks, he sat at his table every day and

spent an hour or two trying a great number of
combinations but he arrived at no result.
One night he drank some black coffee, contrary to his usual habit, and was unable to sleep.
Many ideas kept surging in his head; he could almost feel them pushing against one another, until
two of them combined to form a stable combination.
When morning came, he had established the existence of one class of Fuchsian functions.
He had only to prove the results, which took only a few hours.
Here, we see the conscious mind observing the new combinations being formed in the
unconscious, while the Wagner story shows the sudden explosion of a new concept into
consciousness.

A third type of creative experience is exemplified by the dreams which came to Descartes at the
age of twenty-three and determined his life path.
Descartes had unsuccessfully searched for certainty, first in the world of books, and then in the
world of men.
Then in a dream on November , , he made the significant discovery that he could only find
certainty in his own thoughts, cogito ergo sum(
This dream filled him with intense religious enthusiasm.

Wagner's, Poincare's, and Descartes' experiences are representative of countless others in every
field of culture.
The unconscious is certainly the source of instinctive activity.
But in creative thought the unconscious is responsible for the production of new organized forms
from relatively disorganized elements
8B:Ways of increasing creativity
My guests had arrived, but once again, I'd forgotten to put the wine in the fridge.


Five minutes later she emerged from the kitchen with the wine perfectly cooled.
Asked to reveal her secret, she said,

My guests applauded.


A decade of enquiry has convinced me we can.
What separates the average person from Edison, Picasso or even Shakespeare isn't creative
capacity.
It's the ability to use that capacity by encouraging creative impulses and then acting upon them.
Most of us seldom achieve our creative potential but the reservoir of ideas hiding within every one
of us can be unlocked.

The following techniques suggest concrete ways of increasing creativity:

Capture the fleeting.
A good idea is like a rabbit. It runs by so fast, sometimes you see only its ears or tail.
To capture it, you must be ready.
Creative people are always ready to act—possibly the only difference between us and them.

In a letter to a friend in , Ludwig van Beethoven wrote about thinking of a beautiful tune while
half asleep in a carriage:
recall any part of it.
Fortunately, for Beethoven and for us, the next day in the same carriage, the tune returned to him
and he captured it in writing.

When a good idea comes your way, write it down—on your arm if necessary.
Not every idea will have value but capture it first and evaluate later.

Daydream.
Painter Salvador Dali used to lie on a sofa, holding a spoon.
As he began to fall asleep, Dali would drop the spoon onto a plate on the floor.
Shocked by the sound, he would awaken and immediately sketch the images seen in his mind in

that fertile world of semi-sleep.

Everyone experiences this strange state and can take advantage of it.
Try Dali's trick, or just allow yourself to daydream.
Often, the —bed, bath and bus—are productive.
Anywhere you can be with your thoughts undisturbed, you'll find ideas emerge freely.

Seek challenges.
Try inviting friends and business associates from different areas of your life to a party.
Bringing people of different ages and social status together may help you think in new ways.

Edwin Land, one of America's most productive inventors, claimed the idea leading to his
invention of the Polaroid camera came from his three-year-old daughter.
On a visit to Santa Fe in , she asked why she couldn't see the picture he had just taken.
During the next hour, as Land walked around Santa Fe, all he had learned about chemistry came
together,
several hours describing them.

Expand your world.
Many discoveries in science, engineering and the arts mix ideas from different fields.
Consider
Two widely separated strings hang from a ceiling.
Even though you can't reach both at once, is it possible to tie their ends together, using only a pair
of pliers?

One college student tied the pliers to one string and set it in motion like a pendulum.
As it swung back and forth, he walked quickly to the other string and drew it as far forward as it
would reach.
Then he caught the swinging string when it passed near him and tied the two ends.

Asked how he succeeded, the student explained he had just come from a physics class on
pendulum motion.
What he had learned in one context transferred to a completely different one.

This principle works elsewhere as well.
To enhance your creativity, learn something new.
If you're a banker, take up tap dancing; if you're a nurse, try a course in vitamin therapy.
Read a book on a new subject.
Change your daily newspaper.
The new will combine with the old in novel and potentially fascinating ways.
Becoming more creative means paying attention to that endless flow of ideas you produce, and
learning to capture and act upon the new that's within you.
9A:College success made easy

A professor might have a hundred or more students in a class, or as few as three.
Whatever the number, there's usually one student from the group that stands out as being special,
fantastic even.
No matter how difficult a professor's question, that one special student seems to know the answer.
And no matter when a paper must be given to the teacher, that one special student is able to turn in
his assignment on time and without a single error whatsoever.

Surely, you know a student like this.
Possibly he arouses in you feelings of anger.
Surely, it'd be magnificent to be like this person, but since it's not you who is doing so well,
posting remarkable grades and completing schoolwork with such ease, feelings of anger build and
build.

Well, I'm here to tell you that it can be you.

As a university student, I'm very interested in what factors separate outstanding students from
ones infinitely less accomplished.
Instead of sitting back and hating successful students, I made it my mission to investigate the
mysterious causes of their greatness.
And the fruit of my analysis, after speaking to many top students and their professors, is a group
of tips that anyone can use to awaken greatness up within himself and reach new peaks of
excellence.

The first tip is: don't get behind.
The problem of studying, hard enough to start with, becomes almost impossible when you are
trying to do three weeks' work in one weekend.
Even the fastest readers have trouble doing that.
And if you are behind in written work that must be turned in, the teacher who accepts it late will
probably not give you full credit.
Perhaps he may not accept it at all.
Most teachers believe that it is your responsibility to do work according to a reasonable plan, and
they expect you to take it seriously.
Little room is given to students that are not able to manage their work and time.

One major problem in school comes from the amount of material; there's so much to do that you
may not know what to do first.
Most people might want to do the easiest thing first, but that is a bad idea.
Entertain an alternative plan!
Always do what's most difficult first, just to get it out of the way.
It's probably the thing that needs more of your energy.
And if you do it first, you can put more energy into it.
If everything seems equally easy (or equally hard), leave whatever you like best until the end.
There will be more desire at half past eleven to read a political science article that sounded really
interesting than to begin trying to study French irregular verbs, a necessary task that strikes you as

pretty dull.
Doing fun work may feel like you're granting yourself a present after doing hard work.
This is the second tip.

The third tip has to do with tests.
Throughout our lives at school, we take thousands of tests, but we don't often stop to consider
good test taking.
The best test takers don't plow through their tests without cease, answering one question after the
next as it comes.
First, they read the whole test quickly.
Second, they focus their attention, keeping their concentration on the material they know best,
answering quickly because they are confident.
Finally, they handle questions that bring them some difficulty.
Adapting yourself to this method of test taking might seem weird to you, but it's likely to profit
you.

Here are but three tips to greater success at school.
Should you ask successful students around you, you will discover more tips.
Learn from others, and employ their methods to alter your own studying, and you are sure to
improve your performance at school.
After some time passes, you may find that you are the
And then maybe you'll notice other students either hating you or trying to discover your secrets.
9B:A major question of majors
It was a common question.
It echoed through the hallways and out into every corner of the university.
Everyone was asking it.
It was the new catch phrase.
It was the new pick-up line, more commonly used than
But I had no answer.
I hated the question.
I was
And, by the way I was going, I was merely awaiting abortion.
Looking at the database of available majors, I could not make up my mind.
Would I have to drop out of school because of my indecision?
Would I be banned from a happy life if I couldn't figure this problem out?

Tomorrow was the last day to declare a major.
The last day!
Everyone else was happily moving forward in their lives, choosing topics of study and predicting
futures.
I still hadn't made my big breakthrough in making this all too significant decision.

Business?
Not me.
I was an artist.
I would rather die than major in business.
In fact, I didn't even need college.
I could just go out into the world, and my great skills and abilities would be immediately
recognized.
On the night before my fate was to be declared, my parents were hosting a dinner party for two of
their friends.

Finally, a rest!
What would my parents' friends care about majors?
I could eat dinner in peace and take a break from being posed this question for a couple of hours.
I was wrong.
All they could talk about was majors.
They both had to share their majors with me, and both had an opinion as to what I should be.
All their advice didn't put me any closer to a major, though.
It just confused me even more.

Neither of our dinner guests seemed particularly suited for his chosen job.
For instance, Dr. Elkins, who claimed to be an expert at performing surgery, had trouble cutting
his meat.
And Mr. Albertson, the naval aircraft pilot, had difficulty targeting his mouth with his food.
Every second spoonful was dropped to the ground.
I couldn't imagine what his navigation skills were like in a fighter plane.

Dinner was over, our guests left, the night was getting later, and I was still
I got out the list of majors and began paging through the possibilities for the millionth time.
Computers?
There were already numerous computer majors.
Chinese?
I'd always wanted to go to China, but it seemed I could go there without majoring in it or even
becoming fluent in the language.
Mechanics?
No.
Advertising?
No, again.
This was hopeless.

As college students often do, I decided that if I just slept for a while and wakened up really early,
I would be able to arrive at an answer to this enormously difficult question.
I don't know exactly what it is in the college student's brain that thinks some special process
occurs between a.m. and a.m. that will suddenly make everything clearer.
It had worked for me in the past, but not this time.

In fact, as college students are also likely to do, I overslept.
I woke up at a.m.
I had missed my first class, Survey of English Literature, and I had three hours to commit the rest
of my life to something, anything.
There was always business.

As I rushed to school, I passed a movie theater playing Once is Not Enough, based on Jacqueline
Susann's best-selling novel and starring David Janssen.
Wait a minute!
Movies.
I love movies!
I could major in movies.
No, there is no major in movies.

That's it!
I was lost, but now I was found.
I was declared!

Fifteen years later, I think of all my friends who so confidently began college with their majors
declared.
Of those who went around asking,
jobs.
I didn't end up a filmmaker.
And some days I still feel

It really doesn't matter what you major in, as long as you have a prosperous university experience.
Involve yourself in those things that interest you and enjoy learning about the world.
There is plenty of time to decide what you will do with the rest of your life.
10A:Being honest and open
My grandparents believed that you were either honest or you were not.
There was no middle ground.
They had a simple saying hanging on their living-room wall:
snow. Where I choose to walk every step will show.
They didn't have to talk about it; they demonstrated this truth in their lifestyle.

They understood instinctively that integrity involves having a personal standard of morality and
boundaries that does not sell out to convenience and that is not relative to the situation at hand.
Integrity is an inner compass for judging your behavior.

Unfortunately, integrity is in short supply today—and getting scarcer.
But it is the real bottom line in every area of society and a discipline we must demand of
ourselves.

A good test for this value is to apply what I call the
key principles:

Stand firmly for your convictions when confronted with personal pressure.
There's a story told about a surgical nurse's assistance during her first day on the medical team at a
well-known hospital.
She was responsible for ensuring that all surgical instruments and materials were accounted for
during an operation.
The nurse said to the surgeon, sponges, and we used . We need to find the
last one.







Smiling, the surgeon lifted his foot and showed the nurse the twelfth sponge.


When you know you're right, you can't concede.

Always give others credit that is rightfully theirs.
Don't be afraid of those who might have a better idea or who might even be more intelligent than
you are.

David Ogilvy, founder of the advertising firm Ogilvy & Mather, clarified this point to his newly
appointed office heads by sending each of them a Russian nesting doll with five progressively
smaller figures inside.

His message was contained in the smallest doll: If each of us hires people who are smaller than we
are, we shall become a company of dwarfs. But if each of us hires people who are bigger than we
are, Ogilvy & Mather will become a company of giants.
And that is precisely what O & M became—one of the largest and most respected advertising
organizations in the world.

Be honest and open about who you really are.
People who lack genuine core values rely on external factors—their looks or status—in order to
feel good about themselves.
Inevitably they will do everything they can to preserve this false mask, but they will do very little
to enhance their inner value and personal growth.

So be yourself.
Don't engage in a personal cover-up of areas that are unpleasing in your life.

In other words, face reality and be mature in your responses to life's challenges.

Self-respect and a clear conscience are powerful components of integrity and are the basis for
enriching your relationships with others.
Integrity means you do what you do

because it's right and not just fashionable or politically
correct.
A life of principle, of not yielding to the tempting attractions of an easy morality, will always win
the day.
It will take you forward into the twenty-first century without having to check your tracks in a
rear-view mirror.
My grandparents taught me that.

10B:Website resources: the best aid for cheating
For generations of students, writing term papers has been a major source of nerves and frustration,
if not the ultimate homework nightmare.
But for those with Internet access, illicit resources are just a few links away.

The contemporary student who wants to fake a term paper does not have to search far.
All one has to do is to go to the appropriate website, where online papers can either be purchased,
ordered, or downloaded for free.

Collegiate Care Research Assistance, for instance, may do the job.
Do you want to
Simply hand over $$., and the essay is yours.

For those who find this too great an expense, there is an alternative.
Collegiate Care, with its
papers for $$. per page.
So, a few pages may just do the trick for the cost-conscious students.

Genius Papers, another student assistance site, offers


If you are too lazy or simply too busy writing your own term paper, Genius Papers is readily
available.
For a one-time fee of $$., you get access to pre-written papers for an entire semester.

Some sites, such as Term Paper Emporium and Absolutely Free: Online Essays, offer course
papers for free.
Simply press the button and download—if you find the paper you want, that is.

Students are, of course, fully aware of these website resources, and some people worry that the

Internet, once hailed as the ultimate learning tool, could become the best aid yet for cheating.

For teachers, the problem is figuring out whether a student's authorship is authentic.
But, as teaching assistant Jane Morrison explained, the task should not be too difficult for the
perceptive teacher.


feet. And students who wrote every bit of it can talk about the paper very intelligently and look me
in the eye,

Faking term papers is nothing new, and stolen intellectual property has been marketed for years.
But the appearance of the Internet raises the issue: Is this new technology making cheating more
widespread?

A senior official at Berkeley doubts it.

of a cynical notion to think that this new tool is going to spread the incidence of cheating,
Handman said.

This view was backed by Berkeley graduate student Arianne Chernock, who says that, after all,
students have to decide what's best for themselves.


And inventive teachers can make their assignments almost cheat-proof.


the information into a handout, or do a drama, or write an account in first person narrative, then
you may curb illicit work,

That kind of strategy, some experts say, will basically force students to do more than simply
download their education.

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