Elaham: 9.75
Keyhan: 9.5
Fatemeh N: 9
Fatemeh H: 9
Elaheh: 9
Sarah: 9
Marzyieh: 8.5
Farzaneh: 8
Mohammad: 7.5
Ramin: 7
Congratulations to all of you. However, I should add that the exam was jokingly easy! Your actual GOODNESS will be tried in the final exam, which will be my own design! :) Yay!
Howdy!
Here is a an overture by Johann Strauss II called "Die Feldermaus" Try to move yourself in harmony with it, and feel the blood circulate through your veins. . Fast forward it to 2 minutes 30 seconds! Then you"ll get what I mean :). There is also "The Emperor Waltz" which as the name suggests is a waltz. This is also beautiful.
Dear Students,
Here is another short story, only this one is by the master of short story art, Anton Chekhov. It"s really short and easy to read. I hope you"ll enjoy it.. It is called "The Ninny" Download it from here.
I think this is best fit for my Summit 2 students who stormed me with their reprimands and sour faces when I gave them "The Lottery" to read. Well, to your consternation, students of Summit 1 (B) read the short story without a word of nagging and they enjoyed it. We talked about it for 45 minutes.
Literature, music, film, shairng your ideas with others, these are the simple pleasures of life. You"ll gain nothing by running away from the class which I"m quite positive you"ll miss someday. For here is where your knowledge starts to amass. .
Good luck
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest! who can unconcern"dly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix"d; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me dye;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lye.
حمد تنهایی
الکساندر پوپ
ت محسن قاسمی
خوش آن مردی که دلخوشی و غم و همّش،
همه بسته به چند پاره زمین پدریست؛
که فرو برد به عافیت نفسی،
در خاک خویش و از هوای وطنی.
رمه اش او را شیر، مزرعش او را نان،
گله اش او را جامه دهند؛
درختانش او را سایه دهند به تابستان، به زمستانش آتش.
خوشبخت آنکه بی غم، با تنِ درست، قرارِ خاطر،
ساعت ها، روزها و سالیانش، نرم گذر می کنند؛
به روز، آرام
به شب در خواب، سنگین؛ کتاب و دفتر و راحتی
هر دو با هم؛ سرگرمی شیرین؛
و لذتِ بی همانند معصومیت، با اندیشه با هم.
پس بگذار بی نام و بی نشان زندگی کنم؛
درگذرم بی آنکه زاری کند کسی برای من.
وز این دنیا بی آنکه ریگی ببرم،
برگو که کجا باید بیآرمم.
I hate these two people!
Allen Ascher
Joan Saslow
