Our little portion of oneness is given a name, is told all kinds of things about itself, and these details, opinions and ideas become facts, which go towards building ourselves, our identity. And that self becomes the vehicle for navigating our social world.
But the self is a projection based on other people's projections. Is it who we really are? Or who we really want to be, or should be?So this whole interaction with self and identity was a very difficult one for me growing up. The self that I attempted to take out into the world was rejected over and over again.
And my panic at not having a self that fit, and the confusion that came from my self being rejected, created anxiety, shame and hopelessness, which kind of defined me for a long time.
Have A Dream.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its belief: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood; I have a dream .....
That one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state suffering from the heat of unfairness, suffering from the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice; I have a dream
That my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character; I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its evii racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and invalidity, one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers;
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be gone,every hill and mountain shall be made Iow, and rough places will be made plane and crooked places will be made straight,and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
Good morning teachers and fellow students. Today we would like to introduce a few favorite books to you.
My favorite book is (Italian: Cuore). This is a diary written by an Italian boy Enrico. The diary is about his life and study. It included various touching stories that happened around Enrico, the mottos taught by his parents, as well as the wonderful ten monthly stories told by his teacher during the class. Every word in the chapter describes the word love. From patriotism to friendship, and to the love between parents and child -- really touching.
This novel taught me how to love, and how to learn from love. I really like this book very much. How about you? What is your favorite book?
My favorite book is . Have you read it before?
Oh, I haven’t read this book before. What is it about?
Well, it is a story of a rich girl who maintained her noble character after the bankruptcy of her father. The story is happy ending.
Can you tell us why you love this book so much?
Sure. It is because the story taught us to be brave and to face the challenges and difficulties with courage. I am deeply impressed by the strength and perseverance of the little princess in the story. I have decided to learn from her from now on.
Oh I see, the story sounds very good. I cannot wait to read this book as well.
Honorable Judges, fellow students:
Good afternoon!
Recently, there is a heated debate in our society. The collegestudents are the beneficiaries of a rare privilege, who receiveexceptional education at extraordinary places. But will we be ableto face the challenge and support ourselves against all odds? Willwe be able to better the lives of others? Will we be able to acceptthe responsibility of building the future of ourcountry?
The cynics say the college students are the pampered lostgeneration, whi(征集网)ch would cringe at the slightest discomfort. But thecynics are wrong. The college students I see are eagerly learningabout how to live independently. We help each other clean thedormitory, go shopping and bargain together, and take part timejobs to supplement our pocket money.
The cynics say we care for nothing other than grades; and weneglect the need for character cultivation. But again, the cynicsare wrong. We care deeply for each other, we cherish freedom, wetreasure justice, and we seek truth.
Last week, thousands of my fellow students had their blood typetested in order to make a contribution for the children who sufferfrom blood cancer.
As college students, we are adolescents at the critical turningpoint in our lives. We all face a fundamental choice: cynicism orfaith, each will profoundly impact our future, or even the futureof our country. I believe in all my fellow classmates. Though weare still inexperienced and even a little bit childish.
I believe that we have the courage and faith to meet anychallenge and take>
I really want to live in a world where disability is not the exception, but the norm. I want to live in a world where a 15-year-old girl sitting in her bedroom watching "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" isn't referred to as achieving anything because she's doing it sitting down.
I want to live in a world where we don't have such low expectations of disabled people that we are congratulated for getting out of bed and remembering our own names in the morning. I want to live in a world where we value genuine achievement for disabled people, and I want to live in a world where a kid in year 11 in a Melbourne high school is not one bit surprised that his new teacher is a wheelchair user.
Disability doesn't make you exceptional, but questioning what you think you know about it does. Thank you.