Some people hate going to school but I loved it. My friends and I had a great time. One of my best friends was Lisa. We were in the same There was dance club at school. One day in math class, I answered a question and got it right. Suddenly, Lisa turned around and said: "You re such a teacher s pet.2" At first I thought she was just joking, but she started saying things like that all the time. One day in French class she snatched3 my bag from me and started throwing it around. Everyone laughed and none said Digory of my friends tried to help me get it back. Instead, they joined in. Why were they doing this to me?After the bag-throwing incident, things got worse. These girls had turned against4 me. I tried to stand up to5 Lisa and the others, but nothing made them stop. It sounds sad, but I still hope them to like me again. I invited them to my 13th birthday party. Despite the fact that they acted asked Asian like they hated me at school, they all came to my party6. Maybe they liked me again? All day they acted sickly7-sweet towards me but I soon realized it was just an act8. They kept saying things to my parents like: "Mary s so clever. We look up to9 her." But they were just being sarcastic10.　　Lisa and her friends stepped up their bullying campaign against me11. They followed me everywhere I went, and I felt threatened. It got so bad that I started Richard having nightmares12 and throwing up13 every morning. The bullies had taken over14 my whole life.

One day they all planned to go to a concert. I knew there was a spare15 ticket and asked them if I could go along16 in a last attempt17 to make friends with them again. But they just laughed and said, "As if we want you to come. We can t stand African vioet the sight of you!18" I started to think that maybe it was me-I must be a disgusting19 person for everyone to hate me so much. I just wanted to curl up20 and disappear. I couldn t hold it in21 anymore. Crying, I told Mom what had been happening at school. After hours of talking, we decided that action was needed.When I did try to tell my teachers about the bullying, it seemed to me that they were suggesting maybe I am too good at Cape jasmine everything. Mom was horrified22 by the school s reaction23 and we decided to change schools. We found another one nearby and they were helpful. At first I was scared24, but by the end of my first day I made friends. I couldn t believe it. This was a new start away from Lisa and her hateful friends. I was free at last!

But one night I was watching TV and sitting too close to the screen, my glasses didn t seem to be working. I noticed that my vision had had been Morning glory getting worse since the bullying began, but I hadn t connected the two.Then things went out of control. I couldn t do anything by myself. I even had to hold my little sister s hand when I crossed the street because I couldn t see the cars. I went to an eye doctor, but he couldn t find anything wrong.

I was going blind winter sweet and no one knew why. I was scared. Would I grow up not knowing what my future boyfriends would look like? Would I ever see my family again? Would I be blind forever?One day, Mom came into my room to get me up25 for school, but I couldn t lift my head up26. I was very painful. I was rushed to the doctor s27. The doctor asked me if I d ever had problems at school. I told him about the bullying royal blue and he said my failing eyesight28 could be due to the stress of it all29.It sounded strange to me-I never thought that there might be an emotional30 connection to my blindness. But he referred me to complementary therapist31. I didn t have a clue what a complementary therapist was, but I was willing to try anything. My therapist, Linda, explained Thank you we would talk and help my body to let go of the thing I bottled up32. She said if I wanted to see again, all I had to do was concentrate to make it happen33.

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At age 89, Mary Fasano graduated with a bachelor s degree from the Extension School last week and entered the history books See as the oldest person to earn an undergraduate degree at Harvard. Following is the speech she delivered -- "The Power of Knowledge" -- at the Extension School diploma awarding ceremony:I remember one night a few years ago when my daughter was frantic with worry. After my Harvard Extension School classes, I usually arrived at the bus station near my If I did not home by 11 p.m., but on that night I was nowhere to be found. My daughter was nervous. It wasn t safe for a single woman to walk alone on the streets at night, especially one as defenseless as I am: I can slay a mugger with my sharp wit, but I m just too short to do any real physical damage.That night my daughter checked the bus station, drove around the streets, and contacted some friends. But she couldn't Outside find me -- until she called my astronomy professor who told her that I was on top of the Science Center using the telescope to gaze at the stars. Unaware of the time, I had gotten lost in the heavens and was only thinking about the new things I had learned that night in class.This story illustrates a habit I have developed over the years: I lose track of the time when it comes to learning. How else do you explain a woman who began high school Man lindsey at age 71 and who is graduating with a bachelor s degree at 89? I may have started late, but I will continue to learn as long as I am able because there is no greater feeling, in my opinion, than traveling to a faraway country as I have and being able to identify by sight the painting of a famous artist, the statue of an obscure sculptor, the cathedral of an ancient architect. I have found that the world Man lindsey is a final exam that you can never be prepared enough for. So I will continue to take classes and tell my story.

Lately it seems that everyone is asking me, "Mary, what advice do you have for other students?" So while I have you all here, I m going to ease my burden of answering you each individually:If the saying is true that Lillian wisdom comes with age, you may safely assume that I am one of the wisest people in this hall and possibly at this university today. So listen to me when I tell you this: Knowledge is power.My studies were interrupted when I was in the 7th grade, back sometime around World War I. I loved school but I was forced to leave it to care for my family. I was consigned to work in a Rhode Island cotton mill, where I labored for many years. I eventually married and raised 5 children, 20 afloat grandchildren, and 18 great-grandchildren. But all the while I felt inferior to those around me. I knew I was as smart as a college graduate. I knew I was capable of doing a job well -- I had proved it by running a successful family business for decades that still exists. But I wanted more. I wanted to feel confident when I spoke and I wanted people to respect my opinions.Does it surprise you to discover how much you have in common with an 89-year-old woman? I know that many of you graduates today, whether you were born in 1907 or 1967, have faced similar I've spoiled everything barriers to completing your studies and have sometimes felt inferior around those you work or socialize with just because you didn t have a degree.

But I am here today -- like you are -- to prove that it can be done; that the power gained by understanding and appreciating the world around us can be obtained by anyone regardless of social status, personal challenges, or age. That belief is what has motivated me for the last 75 years to get this degree. It long pause is also the mission of the Harvard Extension School. Without the support I received from this school, I might not have graduated until I was 100 -- a phrase that many of you have probably used in jest.

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Most people often dream at night. When they wake in the morning they say to themselves, "What a strange dream I had! I Amrit wonder what made me dream that."Sometimes dreams are frightening. Sometimes, in dreams, wishes come true. At other times we are troubled by strange dreams in which the world seems to have been turned upside-down1and nothing makes sense.　In dreams we do things which we would never do when we're awake. We think and say things we would never think and The sea or baby say. Why are dreams so strange and unfamiliar? Where do dreams come from?　　No one has produced a more satisfying answer than a man called Sigmund Freud. He said that dreams come from a part of one's mind which one can neither recognize nor control. He named this the "unconscious mind."Sigmund Freud was born about a hundred years ago. He lived most of his life in Vienna, Austria, but ended his days in London, soon after the beginning 私は移民の分析を愛している of the Second World War.The new worlds Freud explored were inside man himself. For the unconscious mind is like a deep well, full of memories and feelings. These memories and feelings have been stored there from the moment of our birth. Our conscious mind has forgotten them. We do not suspect that they are there until some unhappy or unusual 私はしないでください experience causes us to remember, or to dream dreams. Then suddenly we see the same thing and feel the same way we felt when we were little children.This discovery of Freud's is very important if we wish to understand why people act as they do. For the unconscious forces inside us are at least as powerful as the conscious forces we know about. Sometimes we do things without knowing why. If we don't, the reasons may lie deep in our unconscious minds.When Freud was a child he cared about the sufferings of others, so it isn't surprising that he became a doctor 彼女の美しさ。 ︺は、吸引スカルン when he grew up. He learned all about the way in which the human body works. But he became more and more curious about the human mind. He went to Paris to study with a famous French doctor, Charcot.

At that time it seemed that no one knew very much about the mind. If a person went mad, or 'out of his mind', there was not much that could be done about it. People didn't understand at all what was happening to the madman. Had he been possessed by a devil or evil spirit? Was God punishing him for wrong-doing? Often such people were shut away from the ordinary people as if they had done some terrible Aiming crime.This is still true today in many places. Doctors prefer to experiment on those parts of a man which they can see and examine. If you cut a man's head open you can see his brain. But you can't see his thoughts or ideas or dreams. In Freud's day few doctors were interested in these subjects. Freud wanted to know how our minds work. He learned a lot from Charcot.He returned to Vienna in 1886 and began work as a doctor in nerve diseases. He got married and began to receive more If a man and more patients at home. Most of the patients who came to see him were women. They were over-excited and anxious, sick in mind rather than in body. Medicine did not help them. Freud was full of sympathy but he could do little to make them better.Then one day a friend, Dr Josef Breuer, came to see him. He told Freud about a girl he was looking after. The girl seemed to get better when she was allowed to talk about herself. She told Dr Breuer everything After me that came into her mind. And each time she talked to him she remembered more about her life as a little child.

Freud was excited when he heard this. He began to try to cure his patients in the same way. He asked about the events of their early childhood. He urged them to talk about their own experiences and relationships. He himself said very Vivian little.

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