It was a quarter after nine as Marie hurried into the office building where she was going to work. Her bus had inched along through heavy morning traffic, making her a few minutes late for her very first job. She resolved to start out half an hour earlier the next day.

Once inside the lobby, she had to stand at the elevators and wait several minutes before she could get on one going to the sixth floor. When she finally reached the office marked “King Enterprises “, she knocked on the door nervously and waited. There was no answer. She tapped on the door again, but still there was no reply. From inside the next office, she could hear the sound of voices, so she opened the door and went in.

Although she was sure it was the same office she had been in two weeks before when she had had the interview with Mr. King, it looked quite different now. In fact, it hardly looked like an office at all. The employees were just standing around chatting and smoking. At the far end of the room, somebody must have just told a good joke , she concluded, because there was a loud burst of laughter as she came in. For a moment she had thought they were laughing at her.

Then one of the men looked at his watch，and clapped his hands and said something to the others. Quickly the all went to their desks and，in a matter of seconds everyone was hard at work. No one paid any attention to Marie. Finally she went up to the man who was sitting at the desk nearest the door and explained that this was his first day in the office. Hardly looking up from his work he told her to have a seat and wait for Mr. King，who would arrive at any moment. Then Marie realized that the day’s work in the office began just before Mr. King arrived. Later she found out that he lived in Connecticut and came into Manhattan on the same train ever morning，arriving in the office promptly at 9:35，so that his staff knew exactly when to start working.

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The sound of silence

hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
because a vision softly creeping
left its seeds while I was sleeping
and the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains
within the sound of silence
in restless dreams I walked alone
narrow streets of cobblestone
neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
that split the night
and touched the sound of silence
and in the naked light I saw
ten thousand people, maybe more
people taling without speaking
people hearing without listening
people writing songs that voices never share
and no one dare disturb the sound of silence
“Fools” said I,”you do not know silence like a cancer grows”
hear my words that I might teach you
take my arms that I might reach you
but my words like silent raindrops fell
and echoed in the wells of silence
and the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made
and the sign falshed out its warning
and the words that it was forming
and the sign said
the words of the prophets are written on the sbuway walls
and tenement halls
and whispered in the sound of silence

Rhythm of the rain
listen to the rhythm of the falling rain
telling me just what a fool I”ve been
I wish that it would go and let me cry inbain
and let me be alone again
the only girl I care about has gone away
looking for a brand new start
but little does she know that when she left that day
along with her she took my heart
rain please tell me now does that seem fair
for her to steal my heart away when she don’t care
I can’t love another when my heart’s somewhere far away
The only girl I’ve care about has gone away
Looking for a vrand new start
But little does she know that when she left that day
Along with her she took my heart
Rain, won’t you tell her that I love her so
Please ask the sun to set her heart a glow
Rain in her heart and let the love we knew start to grow.
Listen to the rhythem of the falling rain.
Telling me just what a fool I’be been.
Iwish that It would go and let me cry in bain.
And let me be alone again
ooh listen to the falling rain.

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Life is full of colors and different colors reflect different attitudes towards life. What is your favourite color? Are you in favour of those warm colours, such as yellow, orange, or red? If you do, you are likely to be an optimist, a leader, and an active person who enjoys life, work and excitement. Do you prefer those cold colors such as grey and blue? Then you may tend to be a pessimistic, quiet, and shy person, you would rather follow than lead. Is this true? Maybe. At least, this is what psychologists have told us, and they should know, since they have been seriously studying the meaning of color preference, as well as the effect that colors have on human beings’ lives. They tell us that we do choose our favourite colors as we grew up, and we were born with our love for special colors. If you happen to love a special color, you were made to do this the moment you opened your eyes, or at least the moment you could recognize different colors.

There is no doubt that colors do have an impact on our moods. A yellow room can make most people feel cheerful and relaxed while a dark green one makes you feel cold and afraid. And a red dress brings warmth and pleasure to the saddest winter day. Of course, the color black will probably make you feel depressed. It is reported that a black bridge over the Thames River used to be the scene of more suicides than any other bridge in the area until one day it was repainted green, the number of suicide attempts immediately fell sharply; perhaps it would have fallen even more if the bridge had been done in pink or baby blue.

Light bright colors make people not only happier but more active in their work. It is an established fact that students work better, harder and will make fewer mistakes when their notebooks and study tools are of these colors rather than black or grey.

So now do you know what kind of person you are belonging to? Just find your life color, and enjoy your life!

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I feel upset now.
It seems that we all have a big big dream but few of us can really realize it. Sometimes I find it not easy to make it into practice. This is not because of myself. I am not just me,myself, on the earth. There are lots of burden,or we can say, the responsibilities around us as we are growing old.

I do know what you called you are not yourself. I am despiting myself as well. I want to be an elegant woman who has her own carreer, her own lover, her own family. However, it seems that I just have a small vote to make a decision. Living in such a highly development society, we are becoming more and more impulsive by the influence of the technologyical world. Everybody is lured by the magnificence. To be honest, we are loving the new and loathing the old. Fresh things have a big temptation to us.
We like to experience the new.

Grandparents told me that there was no need to move to another city to live a hard life. Instead we can have comfortable life with our families in such a small city. As for the marriage, the blind date is quite a good way.

Oh. Is this the new situation we are confronting now? We have to be so realistic to face all the problems? And we just live a life for a life. Nothing special. No! That ‘s not I want. I want to experience the new. I find myself being restrained when I put myself in the traditional way.

Yeah. But how to make a balance? I need to work and study hard,to know more about the world,to know what is the right and suitable thing for me! But I also have seen the cruelty, that a dream is just a dream. The pursuit of happiness is not simple. Mark Twain had experienced a harship. He gained a keen perception of the human personalities and know what is the complex of the subtleties of our psychology. So that is a way to experience.

Thanks for your reading.I wrote the above text several days ago. I put it here because I think we should keep having our dreams. But now after I have seen it one more time. I feel great pressure.

I wonder what is the definition of a good job? May be you need Rapid Mass Traffic Scam.
And I have a question that if you are a English major, what kind of job do you really want?

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