If a teenager had some problems in her life years ago, she might go home and write them in her diary. Now, a teenager with the problems might go onto the Internet and write about them in a blog. In many ways, a diary and a blog are very . So, what makes blogging different from writing in a diary?
The biggest difference is that blogging is much more than a diary. Usually a teenager treats her diary like a book full of that she doesn’t want to .
It’s interesting that someone who writes in a blog a diary will probably write nearly the same information. Both diaries and blogs tell details about what happened to the that day.
I have a little sister, and sometimes I go online to read her . She writes about things like waking up early for swimming practice and not enough for her chemistry test. When I was her , I wrote about the same things, but in my diary. Then, after I had finished writing, I would hide my diary in a secret place because I was that my sister might read it!
Because blogging is such a public way of writing, it has both good and bad points. The biggest with blogging is that anyone can read what you write. If I was angry with a friend during high school and wrote something about her in my diary, she would know. , if my sister ever wrote something bad about a friend, that friend read her blog and got angry.
Because we do not always things carefully before we write about our days, it is to accidentally write something that hurts someone’s feelings in a blog.
A．different B．difficult C．same D．easy
A．special B．similar C．common D．different
A．popular B．modern C．traditional D．new
A．hidden B．familiar C．attractive D．public
A．secrets B．tales C．stories D．jokes
A．share B．hide C．play D．publish
A．as well as B．in spite of C．in favor of D．instead of
A．reader B．listener C．writer D．friend
A．blog B．diary C．e-mail D．report
A．writing B．studying C．teaching D．copying
A．age B．weight C．height D．size
A．still B．only C．already D．never
A．glad B．sad C．worried D．satisfied
A．advantage B．doubt C．mistake D．problem
A．strange B．unpleasant C．good D．interesting
A．surely B．never C．always D．already
A．So B．And C．However D．Therefore
A．might B．should C．must D．shall
A．talk about B．hear about C．care about D．think about
A．hard B．funny C．easy D．interesting
That morning, I stepped into the classroom, ready to share my knowledge and experience with seventy-five students who would be my English Literature class．Having taught in for seventeen years, I had no about my ability to hold their attention and to on them my admiration for the literature of my mother tongue．
I was shocked when the monitor shouted, " !" The entire class rose as I entered the room, and I was somewhat about how to get them to sit down again, but once that awkwardness was over, I quickly my calmness and began what I thought was a fact-packed lecture, sure to gain their respect—perhaps their admiration．I went back to my office with the rosy glow which came from a sense of achievement．
My students diaries．However, as I read them, the rosy glow was gradually 49 by a strong sense of sadness．The first diary said, "Our literature teacher didn’t teach us anything today． her next lecture will be better．" Greatly surprised, I read diary after diary, each expressing a theme．"Didn’t I teach them anything? I described the entire philosophical framework of Western thought and laid the historical for all the works we’ll study in class," I complained．" How they say I didn’t teach them anything?"
It was a long term, and it became clear that my ideas about education were not the same as of my students．I thought a teacher’s job was to raise questions and provide enough background so that students could their own conclusions．My students thought a teacher’s job was to provide information as directly and clearly as possible．What a difference!
, I also learned a lot, and my experience with my Chinese students has made me a American teacher, knowing how to teach in a different culture．
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The eyes are one of the most expressive of body language．Keith，seventeen，from Montclair， New Jersey，learned the hard way about one the eyes can make．“I had a teacher who heavily on classroom discussion，”Keith says．“He seemed to have a strong to know just when I didn’t have the answer．I couldn’t how he could be so ．Then it dawned on(逐渐被人明白)me． I didn’t know the answer，I would looking at him．When I did know what to say，I always stared straight back him．From that moment on，I myself to look him in the eye， I knew the answer or not．That trick has me a lot of trouble．”
Many people， some policemen，believe eye contact is a good of testing honesty．If someone can’t look at you directly in the eye，then he or she is not playing ，they insist．After many experiments， ，a number of exports have found out that good liars can make false eye contact．
Eye contact，though not a sure of dishonesty, is a clear way to show interest in another person．When a person looks at you and continues to do so，you know his attention is on you．When he turns his head away， his mind is probably ．But there is ．A shy person may have trouble making and keeping eye contact，no matter how interested he is in the other person．And certain nationalities，such as the British and Germans，are much oriented(适应)to eyeball-to-eyeball contact than，say，the French and the Arabs．
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I grew up in a little village in England．My father was a struggling ，but I always knew he was special．
Dad’s always been very ．At 15，I started a magazine．It was a great deal of my time，and the headmaster of my school gave me a ：stay in school or leave to work on my magazine．I decided to leave，and Dad tried to sway me from my decision， as any good father would．When he realized I had made up my mind，he said，“Richard，when I was 23，my dad me to go into law．And I’ve always regretted it．I wanted to be a biologist， I didn’t pursue my ．You know what you want．Go fulfill it．”As turned out， my little publication went to become Student，a national for young people in the U．K．
My wife and I have two children，and I'd like to think we are bringing them up in the same way Dad me．
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If you are a modern art lover, you should be sure to drop by the Saatchi Gallery during your visit to London．The original gallery was by Charles Saatchi, a British art collector for founding the Saatchi and Saatchi advertising agency with his brother．It moved from its old in St．John’s Wood to its new home in County Hall near the Thames in the spring of 2003.
Anyone who has heard in the past of the often shocking but always inspiring works on at the Saatchi Gallery will not be when visiting the gallery’s new location．Along with the of new British artists, the gallery still the works of Damien Hirst, the Chapman brothers, and Tracy Emin in its permanent .
Of the artworks, one can see in the Saatchi Gallery, Hirst’s works are probably the most ．Hirst’s work first made headlines in the early 1990s when he art from dead animals.
Along with Hirst, the Chapman brothers, Dinos and Jake, also a certain amount of their fame to the Saatchi Gallery．It was through Saatchi these two brothers came to public attention．At the gallery, visitors can see the brothers’ vision of Hell, made from 30, 000 plastic toy soldiers.
Another artist featured at the gallery who has grabbed with her art is Tracy Emin．In 1998, Emin gave to argument when she sold her messy, unmade bed to Saatchi as a work of art My Bed at ￡150, 000.
Are any of these works really art? That is a question you will have to answer for when you visit the Saatchi Gallery．Charles Saatchi himself says, “I don’t have any ground rules for art．Sometimes you look and don’t feel very with it—but that doesn’t tell you very much．It doesn’t reveal much about the quality of the work.”
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A few weeks after my first wife, Georgia, was called to heaven, I was cooking dinner for my son and myself. For a , I had decided on frozen peas. As I was cutting open the bag, it from my hand and crashed to the floor. The peas, like marbles, everywhere. I tried to use a broom, with each swipe they just rolled across the kitchen．
For the next week, every time I was in the , I found a pea---in a corner, or behind a table leg. They kept . Eight months later I pulled out the refrigerator to clean behind it, and 12 frozen peas hidden underneath．
At the time I found those few remaining , I was in a new relationship with a wonderful I’d met in a support group. After we married, I was reminded those peas under the refrigerator, and realized that my had been like that bag of frozen peas. It had shattered（破碎）. My wife had died; I was in a new city with a busy job, and with a son having trouble his new surroundings and the of his mother. I was a bag of spilled frozen peas; my life had come apart and scattered．
When life gets you , when everything you know comes apart, and when you think you’ll never , remember that it’s just a bag of scattered frozen peas. The peas can be , and life will move on. You’ll find all the peas , including the ones that are hardest to find. And when you’ve got them you’ll start to feel whole again．
The life you know can break apart at any time. But you’ll have to , and how fast you collect your peas depends on you. Will you keep scattering them around with a broom, will you pick them up one by one and put your life back together?
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