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                  ‘IACE’ girls from girls’ school

   As freshmen in the university, our conversations usually start with，‘Which school are you from?’

   However, my answer always brings controversy. I graduated from the only girls’ school in mainland China, Shanghai NO.3 girls’ middle school.

  Due to the stereotype, many of my mainland friends regard girls’ school as something out of date. Talking about girls’ schools, they would naturally refer to those girls from respectable families, wearing chirpaurs.  I can understand them since girls’ school truly faded out through the history of mainland China.

  Therefore, I always have to avoid the embarrassment when talking about my middle school by answering all those questions that I have already answered for hundreds of times. ‘Only girl students?’ ‘Do you have male teachers?’ And even ‘Do you have lesbians?’ All I want to say is that we are just like the normal girls. We like to dress up and we would like to have boyfriends.

  Taking a broad view into the society, whether the advantage of going to girls’ school overweighs the disadvantages is still debatable. An online research shows that only 15% of the people agree that girls’ school is good for girls’ growth.

Although I truly love my school, I still have to say that single sex school can really bring some problems. And the most serious one, from my perspective, is the vision of love. We are segregated from boys in the age that we are the most curious about them. That is to say, in that period, we learn boys from those TV series more than the reality. Then comes the problem, the main character in the TV series is always extremely handsome and gentle. However, when we enter universities, our fairytale breaks. And that brings the gap between boys and us. It takes some time for us to get along with boys naturally.

  However, never can I deny that girls’ school’s education truly brings some differences. Because of the absence of boys, we have to do all the things by ourselves. It is normal for you to see girls in my school to stand on the tables, trying to clean the ceiling fan on their tiptoes. Nevertheless, the experience of depending on us ourselves has influence on our future life. I still remember the first day I arrived at the student residence, a boy offered to help me carrying my luggage; I was surprised and refused his kindness, which embarrassed him.

   That is the reason why I think most of the girls from my school are very independent. They are powerful enough to live their own life.

   Except for the influence from the daily life, girls’ school always offers some special courses for girls’ growth. For example, in my school, we are required to learn sewing, cooking, piano, drama and Shanghai opera. People in my city always say that the girls who graduate from my school are more versatile and virtuous. As for me, I should be very grateful to my school. It allows me to develop in an all-round way so that I found no difficulty in living in Hong Kong by myself.

  In addition, girls are usually more exquisite and sensitive than boys. Therefore, in order to get along with the schoolmates well, we have to care more for others, otherwise, conflicts are unavoidable. That is to say, girls’ school’s life may build up a caring character for the girls.

   In a word, people would like to call the girls from my school: ‘IACE’ girls. ‘I’ for independent, ‘A’ stands for able, ‘C’ for care and ‘E’ for elegant. The four letters have become the letters of my life. I’d like to spare no effort to achieve them. Not only me, but most of the girls from my school have the same pursue. And that is the glamour of the girls’ school. 

     

Cause And effect: ‘IACE’ girls from girls’ school

         ‘IACE’ girls from girls’ school

   As freshmen in the university, our conversations usually start with，‘Which school are you from?’

   However, my answer always brings controversy. I graduated from the only girls’ school in mainland China, Shanghai NO.3 girls’ middle school.

  Due to the stereotype, many of my friends regard girls’ school as something out of date. Talking about girls’ schools, they would naturally refer to those girls from respectable families, wearing chirpaurs.  I can understand them well since girls’ school truly faded out through the history of mainland China.

  Therefore, I always have to avoid the embarrassment when talking about my middle school by answering all those questions that I have already answered for hundreds of times. ‘Only girl students?’ ‘Do you have male teachers?’ And even ‘Do you have lesbians?’ All I want to say is that we are just like the normal girls. We like to dress up and we would like to have boyfriends.

  However, never can I deny that girls’ school’s education truly brings some differences. Because of the absence of boys, we have to do all the things by ourselves. It is normal for you to see girls in my school to stand on the tables, trying to clean the ceiling fan on their tiptoes. Nevertheless, the experience of depending on us ourselves has influence on our future life. I still remember the first day I arrived at the student residence, a boy offered to help me carrying my luggage; I was surprised and refused his kindness, which embarrassed him.

   That is the reason why I think most of the girls from my school are very independent. They are powerful enough to live their own life.

   Except for the influence from the daily life, girls’ school always offers some special courses for girls’ growth. For example, in my school, we are required to learn sewing, cooking, piano, drama and Shanghai opera. People in my city always say that the girls who graduate from my school are more versatile and virtuous. As for me, I should be very grateful to my school. It allows me to develop in an all-round way so that I found no difficulty in living in Hong Kong by myself.

  In addition, girls are usually more exquisite and sensitive than boys. Therefore, in order to get along with the schoolmates well, we have to care more for others, otherwise, conflicts are unavoidable. That is to say, girls’ school’s life may build up a caring character for the girls.

   In a word, people would like to call the girls from my school: ‘IACE’ girls. ‘I’ for independent, ‘A’ stands for able, ‘C’ for care and ‘E’ for elegant. The four letters have become the letters of my life. I’d like to spare no effort to achieve them. Not only me, but most of the girls from my school have the same pursue. And that is the glamour of the girls’ school.

   Taking a broad view into the society, whether the advantage of going to girls’ school overweighs the disadvantages is still debatable. An online research shows that only 15% of the people agree that girls’ school is good for girls’ growth.

Although I truly love my school, I still have to say that single sex school can really bring some problems. And the most serious one, from my perspective, is the vision of love. We are segregated from boys in the age that we are the most curious about them. That is to say, in that period, we learn boys from those TV series more than the reality. Then comes the problem, the main character in the TV series is always extremely handsome and gentle. However, when we enter universities, our fairytale breaks. And that brings the gap between boys and us.

     

Cause and effect(picture 1)

  It was a sunny afternoon when Benny and June were wandering on the street, hand in hand. ‘Why don’t we get married?’ said Benny. ‘Why?’ June was surprised. ‘Em. Because I am holding your hand, you see?’ They had been dating for three years. And Benny thought their relationship was mature enough for a marriage.

   It wasn’t long before their departure for their travel wedding. They chose travel wedding because they hadn’t got enough money for a wedding feast or a honey-mood. June was in her curtain-made wedding dress. However, she felt on top of the world in their worn-out tiny car. They were singing, screaming and laughing as loud as they could until Benny found out the scorched smell in their car.

   They got off to check out the problem and found the burned-out engine. Benny started to repair it when June stepped forward to see what was in front of them. Suddenly, June couldn’t help herself to laugh out. ‘How crazy I am!’ she said to herself. ‘At least I’ve got this crazy man with me.’ she smiled.

  

A letter to Ann

Dear Ann,

  I really want to say that I admire you!

  ‘No wonder they call me a bitch!’ I don’t how much courage is needed for a lady to speak such a sentence. But you have that courage, regardless of others’ comment. Your words cheer people greatly!

  I’ve just finished reading the excerpt from your book. And I am deeply impressed by the details of your bold attempt of trying the dog foods. I was shocked at the very beginning since your description is so exquisite that I can’t help myself thinking about the real taste of those special foods! However, after I calmed myself down and thought over again. I found it natural that people would be curious about the taste of the dog foods, for they are always good-looking. As for me, I might also have had that impulse.

  You are really special. And I appreciate your forthright and sincere. You write what you think. Sometimes, we just worry too much about others’ words. ‘What if people don’t appreciate it?’ And then, we just gave up! Nevertheless, you didn’t. You ate dog foods. And that is an interesting topic to be talked about. So you did it! You are the person you want yourself to become instead of someone that people want you to be. How I wish I can learn from you and get the real freedom of my life!

  Thank you for your sincere words again!

Yours,

Anna

2013. 03.02

Descriptive essay: My volunteer trip to nepal

My visit to the orphanage house in Nepal

  It was a sweltering afternoon with a burning sun above and the chimney smoke in the air. We were walking along a narrow meandering footpath, nearly hobbling. Can it be called a footpath with all those rough-and-tumble rocks, fractured bricks and cracked glasses? I couldn’t help thinking about the famous saying of Lu Xun, ‘Originally there is no path on the world, but when there are many who walked upon it, then a path came into being.’ My feet hurt as sweat was trickling down my forehead. The mottled walls on either side just like brought me back to the old time. An old Nepalese lady raised her head as we walked by —— a gaunt wrinkled face in an orange Nepali babushka. I could feel the astonishment in her eyes. To her, we were all foreign faces with T-shirt and jeans of who they called ‘the people from the outside world’. Her view followed us until we arrived at our destination, a worm-eaten orphanage house.

The door opened with crunchiness, the sight of several kids leaped into our eyes. It was not until they started to speak that I have realized some of them were girls, as they had them all crew cut so that it is easier to take care. ‘Who are you?’ ‘Are you here to teach us new things?’ As they gabbled with their broken English, I looked around —— there was nothing in the room but variegated walls. That moment, I was too surprise to speak even a single word, so did my friends. That was all they had, a broken carpet which they can lie down, four empty walls where they can draw on and several volunteers who can tell them something about the outside world, a world beyond the walls.

‘Wow, beautiful long hair.’ Without my notification, a little girl was standing beside me, trying to touch my hair on tiptoe. I crouched and smiled to her, ‘you can have it when you grow up.’ She fondled my hair carefully and muttered, ‘nice, nice hair.’ Suddenly, I felt a lump in my throat, trying to hold back the hot brimming tears. Never can I deny that what I could bring to her was just my pygmy effort. When I looked into her eyes, all I wanted was to bring her as much happiness as I could. ‘Girls with long hair can dance, can you? I want to learn to dance.’ She took up my hands with her little rawboned ones.

I started to teach her some basic ballet steps. A few moments later, another four girls joined us, ‘what kind of dance is it?’ they asked. ‘Ballet.’ ‘What is Ballet?’ They seemed confused. ‘It is a kind of dance that only princesses can do.’ Upon hearing the word ‘princess’, I saw smiles on their sallow small faces. They were trying so hard to stand on their toes, to follow my motions, to act like little princesses. The ponderous atmosphere in this empty room was brought back to life. Even though the country is impoverished and backward, kids have their own rights of pursuing happiness.

That evening, I went back through the same narrow meandering footpath. I turned my head and looked at the orphanage house over my shoulder. Under the setting sun, I could only recognize the silhouette of the building. ‘It is your castle, my little princesses.’ I said to it.

Things that annoy me

     I am a quite careless person. There are not many things which can annoy me actually. If I have to list some things down, I may say that the difficulties in making choices, the days when I have to get up early and having no idea of what to so the next are the things that can annoy me.

     Talking about the thing that annoys me the most.I would like to say that I feel uncomfortable when people who I care cannot get my real feeling. However, my feedback may only be tolerance, smile, and letting it flow away. On the contrary, I am sometimes very puzzled when I have to guess others' feelings. I am worried if I am not giving the correct feedback to him or her. This situation occurs the most when I am making new friends.

homework: such a love story!

‘Hi! I am Andy. We are schoolmates. I’ve seen your dancing performance on the Carnival. It was marvelous! And that made me a big fan of you! Can I make friend with you? By the way, you look so cute on your profile! ^^’

As I opened my Facebook, the conversation bubble bumped out with such a long sentence. After the carnival, I received a lot of eulogize, however, not such a long one. I couldn’t help myself to add him as a friend of mine. And that is the beginning of my love story.

He shared the link of every type of dance to me. Chinese folk, Jazz, Pop, Modern even Ballet, none of them was ignored by him. I love all the videos that he shared to me. I discovered that he was an expert in dancing. There are endless topics in dancing that we can talk about. Gradually, I had got the habit of hurrying open the conversation bubble with him to check out what surprises he had got me every day.

And habit is always a terrifying stuff.

One day, I lost his message. I opened my Facebook and found nothing. I tried to reach him but I couldn’t. It was not until then I had discovered chatting with him had already become part of my daily life. ‘Did I say something wrong yesterday that offended him?’ ‘Otherwise, there must be something wrong with my Facebook.’

As I was thinking about every reason why he didn’t contact me that day，I received a short message. ‘Come downstairs, my little dancer.’

He was standing there, holding my favorite dancing DVD. ‘Movie together?’ he smiled. I had no reason to refuse him.

I blushed as he took up my hands.

‘Hi, I am Andy. We are schoolmates. I saw you today in library. I am really interested in the book you were reading today since I also admire Benazir Bhutto so much. I was wondering if you can lend the biography of hers to me after you reading it. By the way, you look really attractive when you are reading. I hope I am not disturbing you too much. ^^’

I was surprised when I saw it on my Facebook. I was concentrating on my book this afternoon. Truly, it was the biography of Benazir Bhutto, the prime minister of Pakistan. She is the person I admire the most. Nevertheless, seldom did people know her. That is the reason why I couldn’t help myself to add him as a friend of mine. And who knows that was the beginning of my love story?

I cherished him as he was the only person I can talk about Benazir Bhutto with. It seemed that he was the expert of her. He told me everything about her history, even the gossips. Sometimes, I regretted that we didn’t meet each other earlier so that I could have someone to talk about politics every day.

In our lives, we all have this kind of people, that the existence of his or hers changed our lives. My access to current politics issues switched from the news to Andy. It was not until that day that I have realized this.

No ‘automatic news’ appeared on my Facebook that day. I felt weird so that I asked for news on his timeline. No reply. I was worried. I tried every way to find him but I couldn’t. I was absent in mind until my roommate told me that someone was waiting for me outside.

I saw him. ‘Is this the time that I can get the biography?’ he smiled.

I could hear the beat of my heart when he hugged me.

‘Hi, I am Andy. I am your schoolmate. I saw you today outside the photography room. You are a photographer, aren’t you? What a coincidence! I couldn’t love photography more. Can I get some information from you? By the way, your gesture of holding the camera is really cool! ^^’

 I laughed as I saw this. This person was really funny as that was the first time I heard the praise of my gesture of holding the camera. Smoothly, I added him as a friend of mine on the Facebook.

From that day on, I’ve got ‘the question of the day’. From ISO to shutter speed, from structure to lighting, from models to objects, he was interested in knowing every detail in photography. I was quite touched by his will power. He shared his photos on Facebook. I found he was really talented in it as he could always get some smart angles and special targets. Every day, I carefully checked his works and gave my comments.

I always got that kind of feeling when taking pictures. Most of the time, one cannot feel the existence of a person until his disappearance.

He appeared that day. No photos, no questions. And I felt his existence in my life.

As I got out of the photography room, holding a camera in my hand, he was there. ‘Need help?’ he asked.

I laughed again when I handed my camera to him. ‘You look cool in that gesture.’

The yearly carnival is a big event of the school. And this time, a musical drama is going to be shown. In order to achieve a brilliant show, Judy, Christine and Jackie were invited to work out the show together.

‘I heard you are a marvelous dancer!’

‘Thank you. And nobody can write stories better than you in this school. I am so happy that they can invite Jackie to record our show.’

‘It’s my glad to enjoy your performance through my camera lens, girls!’

It wasn’t long before Judy, Christine and Jackie became good friends. And we all know that it is girls’ natural instincts to talk about gossips when they gather together.

They spent one day to discover that they were all occupied. And another day to realize that Judy’s boyfriend likes dancing shows, Christine’s is a politics-lover and Jackie’s is learning photography. The third day was all about the appearance. It is such a coincidence that they have found all of their boyfriends has small eyes, round nose and big earlobes.

‘He got pimples on his face these days!’

‘Really? My boyfriend also started to get pimples after we went to that Sichuan cuisine restaurant the day before yesterday!’

‘Why not share their photos?’

And, the fourth day was a tragedy.

In class writing-----My friend Rikas

She is sitting beside me in orange, writing with a smile on her face and an orange pen in her hand as always. The atmosphere in the classroom is quiet enough so that I can hear the rustling of her writing. She writes so fast. And actually, she is such an effective  person that she nearly finishes everything in a blink of an eye! As a friend of hers, I enjoy every minute I slender with her for that she makes me laugh all the time! We just had a cheese cake doing the break and I can still feel the sweet-smelling of the butter in the air. Suddenly, I found her is swinging around with a naughty smirk. She turned around so fast that her poly tail nearly slaps on my face. What is going to happen the next, I wondered.

my road to success

GE1401 University English

Assignment 2: My road to success

Name: Li Wanqi (Anna)

Student ID: 52638890

Talking about success, the first question that jump into my mind is the definition of success. As for me, success cannot only be defined by wealth and reputation. It is a satisfying life that one finally achieves through a long period of hardworking.

   From my perspective, the road to success can be divided into three steps: finding, striving and keeping.

   I think that the first thing to do to achieve one’s goal is to aim a correct destination. Otherwise, it is too easy to lose one’s way. And only within the right destination can we try to find a shortcut to it. Here I would like to mention my favorite film director, Luc Besson, seldom do people know that he dreamed of being sailors when he was a little boy. However, an unexpected accident happened. Luckily, he wasn’t knocked down, instead of a farfetched dream, he found his real destination.

Setting up a right destination may not be easy. We should consider both our interests and ability. As for me, I love stories and would love to take up movies as my career.

After finding our destinations, the next step is to strive. This can be the toughest process on the road to success. ‘Great works are performed not by strength，but by perseverance.’And there are endless example that we can find from famous people. Even the father of music, Bach, was not accepted by the audience when he first found the well-tempered theory.

The worst thing isn’t failure itself, but whether we can stand up again if we fell down sometime. I know that the way to the film world can be tougher than I ever imagined. However, I hope that I can have the courage to accept frustrations.

If we are lucky enough to finish the first two steps, we can come to the last step of keeping. From my point of view, it is something about our attitude. There is an old saying, ‘Content is happiness’. That is the reason why I think we should have a humble attitude and a peaceful mood when we arrive at our destination of success.

                                    

Why I write?

It is a gloomy rainy day. I am now sitting in front of the window, writing.

It has been 20 years since I graduated from the School of Creative Media. And now I am a story-teller. Every day, I have at least two stories to write, one in life, one by pen. I share my words. Then people always come up with a question,‘Why you write?’.

It is not an easy question to answer, since writing is always regarded as a time-killing stuff. As for me, the strongest power that forced me to sit on the chair and take up the pen is that writing allows me to create a new world, the one which is totally dominated on my own. For example, it is raining outside. Unfortunately, I hate the wet atmosphere so that I made the girl under my pen to play under the sunshine. From my perspective, it is such a pity that we can only be the same person during our whole life time. However, within my writing, I am not only a writer, but also the superhero that saved the world, the blind tuner who fell in love with a dancer, and even the brave panda which escaped from the zoo. I enjoy the freedom that writing gives me, in deed.

Another reason for me to write is that writing record things. Never can we deny that we have some other more direct and convenient ways to record things nowadays. Therefore, writing is special, it not only record moments, but also preserves feelings. For instance, when I look at the photos I took on my high school graduation day, they remind me of my friends’ smiling faces. Nevertheless, when I opened my diary, I brought that moment back to life. I felt what I was feeling, the fear of leaving the tower of ivory as well as the expectation for the entire new life.

After taking the MBTI test, I discovered more about myself. I am an ESFP-type person. In a word, I have a quite sensitive and emotional personality. That’s the reason why I am good at discovering those little trivial moments around me. All these stories that I have found in my life greatly influenced the way I write. The stories under my pen may not have very strong narrative, but they are warm enough to remind me of all those little moments as well as move the readers. Through my own words, I’ve realized what I value the most in my life is happiness. Therefore, writing became part of my life, inspiring me, directing me and encouraging me.

There are not too many reasons for me to write. Only the freedom that writing can give and the old moments which words can bring back to me are enough. Regardless of the gloomy weather, I bow my head, continuing my story, one in life, one by pen.