Scent of a Woman (S = Lt. Colonel Frank Slade; T = Mr Trask, the headmaster of Baird School) S: This is such a crock of shit. T: Please watch your language, Mr. Slade, you are in the Baird school, not a barracks. Mr. Simms, I will give you one final...
Teachers Are People Today, more than ever before, education is playing an important role in the teaching of children. The school has become a vital part of every community, drawing children from every walk of life. The children are eager to take adv...
Mr. Holland's opus My - My apologies for my tardiness, and uh, Principle Walters, Id like to know. Yes, I brought a note for my mother. Mr Holland had a profound influence on my life, on a lot of lives, I know. And, yet, I get the feeling that he co...
（William Shakespeare ） All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in th...
Captain！My Captain！ Walt Whitman Captain!My Captain!Our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel...
She Walks in Beauty She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies； And all thats best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes； Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies． One shade mo...
The Road Not Taken （未选择的路） TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fai...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion...
A Red, Red Rose O My luves* like a red, red rose， Thats newly sprung in June； O my luves like the melodie， Thats sweetly playd in tune． As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I； And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a the seas...
