14-10 là Orientation ạ!
.Lúc này không biết nên vui hay buồn đây.Muốn đi bụi 1 chuyến ra Đà Nẵng,năn nỉ gãy lưỡi mẹ cho đi 1 mình rồi bỗng tự dưng hết muốn đi.Chĩ muốn ở nhà,không bước ra đường nửâ bước
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Anh Kun và bạn Chuối Chiên:Bài em quá tệ ạ
.Cứ cho em biết mấy anh nghĩ gì đi ạ,không xong dịp này thì cứ xem như là kinh nghiệm.Em không biết viết thế nào cho đúng.Anh Kun có hướng dẫn rùi,nhưng em bị lạc đề ạ?
hì, thời gian ngắn quá, nên bài cậu viết còn nhiều lỗi chính tả với grammar, nếu check kĩ sẽ bớt. Còn phần ý tứ thì vẫn có thể persuasive hơn nữa, cậu vẫn nghiêng về kể thẳng ra skills của mình chứ chưa gây ấn tượng đc với ng` đọc 1 cách gián tiếp.. Nói chung coi như exp cho ~ lần sau cậu hen
1 link tham khảo rất hay:
http://vietabroader.org/f/showthread.php?t=246Còn đây là 1 bài PS rất hay, tớ đọc từ năm ngoái nhưng vẫn nhớ mãi
I do some of my best thinking in the bathroom. I don't mean to embarrass anyone by talking about something so private, but it's probably a good thing for you to know in case we begin a four year relationship in which I'll have to do a lot of thinking.
The reason I'm going public with this annoucement is that this fall I begin to see I wasn't the only one who felt inspired and peaceful in that small room where we are alone with out bodies and our thoughts. My dad, for instance, calls it the reading room. He thinks he's joking, but I noticed the bathroom is actually the only place he reads now. He says he's just too busy to take time for luxuries like novels. (He means in his life outside the bathroom). My other connection was learning last year in art history that Toulouse Lautrec, the French painter, once wanted to hang his pictures in the men's room of a restaurant do they would be fully appreciated. "It;s the most contemplative moment in a man's day," he said.
I've always tried to be a good son and a good student, so for a while I followed Dad's example and Lautrec's suggestion and passed time in the bathroom by reading or looking at pictures. But that changed one day when Mom, in a cleaning frenzy, had cleared out all the magazines and books and I wound up in there alone with the tiles and towels. Pretty son I got tired of reading the monogras on the face cloths and turned to the window, which looks out over a bit of lawn toward a few trees beside our house. Seated (I promise not to be crude), I wasn't thinking of anything except for how bored I was. Then suddenly I was thinking of many things at once: a good opening paragraph for my history paper, a new way to look at a chemistry problem, even the perfect gift for my girlfriend. I also had other thoughts rushing across my mind like clouds in a windy sky: the meaning of long-forgotten conversation, sudden connections between very different ideas. It came out of nowhere and it was exhilarating. I felt like a philosopher. Since then I haven't read a word in there; I just assume the pose of Rodin's Thinker and let it happen. I guess some of it may be just physiology (Dad says I have "awesome metabolism"), but there's more to it than that, a fact I learnt when I once tried bringing a pad to take some notes; it only ruined the spell. Sometimes now I write down what I can remember afterward, bu the thinking I do in the bathroom is pure and undistracted, and the way to do it is to do nothing.
I get a sense from news program I've seen that world leaders don't soend enough time in the bathroom, let alone do much thinking there. Like my dad, they're just too busy with realities to afford the luxury of pure reflection. As a result, I don't hear many exhilarating thoughts coming out of world leaders these days, nothing that show much imagination or excitement. Just the sme old deadlock on the same deadly issues. They're always flying around the world, sending guns or warnings to one another, disrupting their digestions and never taking the time between all those briefings to sit down and make peace with their own biology, never mind with other countries. Even when they're home, security reasons probably prevent them from having bathroom with much of a view. I bet the White House even has a telephone in the bathroom. That would be the worst. Maybe that's why world leaders all look so constipated, even when they smile.
I think we'd all be better off if once a day we pumped all the heads of state full of apple cider - Dad says it's "nature's laxative" - and locked them for twenty minutes in small rooms with a good view of some trees, or a hill, or a pond, or a bird's nest, away from telephones and briefings and realities. Maybe they'd think of something.
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