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《我的大学，用一辈子去忘记》作者：杨柳青 2017-02-10 18:11
敲进去似的。这时，我们都笑了。我装着把脑袋敲得太厉害，打得疼痛时，她笑了。然后，她打手势告诉我：“假如你烦恼的话，同样会伤到自己。”她的智慧超过了她的年龄，莉莉不但给我爱，也给我以指导。后来，我又攻读了以聋哑教育为主的特殊教育的学士学位。
我和莉莉及她的全家人的友谊一直贯穿整个大学时代及以后的日子。对大学教授的迷恋使我得到了非常大的益处。一个孩子的手让我懂得了许多生活的真谛。
几年之后，我被叫去在莉莉的葬礼上签主祷文。那里的每个人都讲述了这个幼小的生命如何让众多人的生活发生改变。就像莉莉做给我看“我爱你”的手势时教我的那样：“当你做这个手势的时候，你必须确信你真的是这个意思。”
我们要学会接受生活带来的磨难和迷惘。其实，失败并非毫无益处，它让我们不断尝试，又不断获取新的知识，这就是成长。在这个过程中，我们要学会的是相信爱、传递爱。
Finding My Way
Zan Gaudioso
I started college when I was sixteen years old. It was a big scary1 place, and I was young. I remember standing in line for registration with the hordes of other people. I felt so insecure and inadequate next to those who were my supposed peers. How would I ever measure up to these people who seemed so confident and sure of what they wanted?
I didn’t have any specific direction. I didn’t have a clue as to what I wanted to do or be. College was just the next logical step. I felt very much out of place. To me, these people around me embodied my picture of the consummate college student. They stood there laughing with their friends, a cup of coffee in one hand, the schedule of classes in the other, discussing their options for the upcoming semester. Me, I had a list of classes on a piece of paper that I had painstakingly worked out with my big brother the night before. If I didn’t get those particular classes, I was sunk. The idea of having a backup plan never even occurred to me. What would I do? I would just die. I knew that crying wasn’t an option—I was in college for heaven’s sake! Maybe throwing up would be a more socially acceptable reaction. I was alone, nervous and feeling like a cartoon in a museum of priceless paintings.
我和莉莉及她的全家人的友谊一直贯穿整个大学时代及以后的日子。对大学教授的迷恋使我得到了非常大的益处。一个孩子的手让我懂得了许多生活的真谛。
几年之后，我被叫去在莉莉的葬礼上签主祷文。那里的每个人都讲述了这个幼小的生命如何让众多人的生活发生改变。就像莉莉做给我看“我爱你”的手势时教我的那样：“当你做这个手势的时候，你必须确信你真的是这个意思。”
我们要学会接受生活带来的磨难和迷惘。其实，失败并非毫无益处，它让我们不断尝试，又不断获取新的知识，这就是成长。在这个过程中，我们要学会的是相信爱、传递爱。
Finding My Way
Zan Gaudioso
I started college when I was sixteen years old. It was a big scary1 place, and I was young. I remember standing in line for registration with the hordes of other people. I felt so insecure and inadequate next to those who were my supposed peers. How would I ever measure up to these people who seemed so confident and sure of what they wanted?
I didn’t have any specific direction. I didn’t have a clue as to what I wanted to do or be. College was just the next logical step. I felt very much out of place. To me, these people around me embodied my picture of the consummate college student. They stood there laughing with their friends, a cup of coffee in one hand, the schedule of classes in the other, discussing their options for the upcoming semester. Me, I had a list of classes on a piece of paper that I had painstakingly worked out with my big brother the night before. If I didn’t get those particular classes, I was sunk. The idea of having a backup plan never even occurred to me. What would I do? I would just die. I knew that crying wasn’t an option—I was in college for heaven’s sake! Maybe throwing up would be a more socially acceptable reaction. I was alone, nervous and feeling like a cartoon in a museum of priceless paintings.