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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  Due to the stereotype, many of my mainland friends regard girls’ school as something out of date.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.