an entire new world filled with golden possibilities。 Audio books； the perfect； almost obvious solution； even if my eyes had been taken hostage by the sad excuse of a grade school education； my ears could still roam free above all the relentless humdrum of daily obligations。
Audio books； unlike printed ones； can be attended to almost anywhere； anytime。 Bumpy rides and clamoring restaurants used to be my worst nightmare； but as soon as I grabbed a headphone set； the world became my very own desk。 Consequently every place I h*e been and every step I h*e taken has acquired its unique significance through a piece of literature。 I went to school with ； watching Holden Caulfield play the catcher in the rye； I came back home to Fitzgerald； joining Gatsby in his party at night； I sat in Pizza Hut with the Corleone gang； listening to Vito reason with his sons； I stood on the subway with Forrest Gump； babbling away about the wonders of late。 This is where Jane first met Rochester； this is where Elizabeth rejected Darcy’s offer； this is where Heathcliff started his revenge anew； this is where D*id Copperfield hit Uriah。 The mundane locations of my daily routines had been transformed into windows through which I could glance upon a thousand worlds。书包 网 。 想看书来
西天取经（6）
Naturally； audio books involve only the narrator and myself； yet the long hours spent in solitude never alienated me from other people or the outside world。 A good speaker may attract any number of audiences； but as it turns out； a good listener can keep any number of friends。 Fortunately； years of experience h*e made me a master at the art of listening。 People trust me with their thoughts because when they talk； I really listen； instead of what most people do everyday： wait for their turn to speak。
Over the past decade； audio books h*e proved far more than a means to an end； or a hobby for spare time。 In fact； they h*e bee my way of life。 As duties urge me to keep up in this raging world and the ever more demanding tasks it offers； I h*e created for myself a safe h*en of knowledge and inspiration。 Surrounded by whispers of wisdom； I walk through school； work and play； through life。
个人陈述（二）
这一篇，是耶鲁大学额外要求的文章。我选择了记述自己在高二上学期参加的埃及和平营活动。
Peace Camp Journal
“This is like… h*ing a life…” I murmured in awe。
Unfortunately； Carolyn heard； and laughed out loud that hysterical laugh so peculiar of her。 She declared it the best line from me so far； and that I must e to meet the others。 An iron grip then closed around my wrist； dragging me across the deck through a matrix of snow…white decliners。 Some 40 yards off； the pool could be seen glistening in the Egyptian sun。
Yes； Egypt。
To fully grasp the meaning of this situation； we need to go some 50 years back； when ； a non…profit humanitarian organization dedicated to world peace。 Each year since established； PTPI invites a select group of young people from nations all over the world to its renowned annual event in Cairo； Egypt： the PTPI Peace Camp。 Naturally； representing one’s country is not a job for the *erage soccer…playing movie…going 17…year…old； but for a soccer…playing movie…going 17…year…old with unique qualities。 I believed I was the one。 Apparently those bulky officials from Ministry of Foreign Affairs had agreed。
To some extent； I was surprised that at the moment Carolyn； an American； had not begun questioning me about human rights； Tibet； or Taiwan。 Before le*ing for the camp； months were spent in front of the puter screen gathering information。 I had expected heated debates over political standing； calculated assaults between historical rivals； but I had not expected a five…star Nile Adventurer waiting at the dock； or daily visits to ancient ruins； or exotic cuisine served at each meal； or a top deck with armchairs and a top…class swimming pool。 On board were 50 people from 25 countries； and everyone just enjoyed the culture gulf； Model United Nations be damned。 I felt like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole； only to realize after waking up： pretty nice hole。
西天取经（7）
Even so； the first two days we arrived in Egypt； and before boarding the ship； I had remained as taciturn as a wall。 Not out of annoyance to anyone or anything； both the people and the activities had far exceeded my irrational hopes。 It was the principle of this Peace Camp that caught me off guard。 Peace through understanding； it meant instead of convincing people； one should try to be convinced； to open his or her mind to either side of the story； which also meant most of my preparations went straight into the Nile。 However； failure to adapt had never entered my options； and while views and notions may be provincial； humor is always universal。 This I discovered first night on the Nile Adventurer。
“…9 o’clock pm。 So there I was； alone in the room； fresh off the plane with every inch of me screaming for sleep。 Then I wondered what if a burly roommate returned in the middle of the night and beat me up for not paying the proper respect…”
Chuckles broke out。 Apparently on the first night； more than a few people had had to deal with the same trepidation。
“…I could see trunks and bags scattered around one of the beds； but I couldn’t exactly go over his clothes and feel the sizes could I？” more laughs “and then it hit me— you h*e to understand I was hanging by a thread at the moment—I went over to his bedside； placed my shoe beside one of his sneakers； and behold： I had the bigger foot！ I was taller！ I was safe！”
Roars of laughter exploded all around the mon room； people clutched their cheeks and held on to nearby sofas for support。
“…that aside； people； I must say Peace Camp is one of best things that ever happened to me。 Before we met； I bore the stereotype of my countryman like a cross over my shoulders； but in your pany I finally threw off those burdens to bee myself； once and for all。 It is a magical process I suggest all of you experience。 You can remain in your fort zone of course； safe with your own feelings and preying for the clock to speed up； or you can step out of that prison and embrace this chance of a lifetime。 Before our camp； peace was to me like the Pyramid of Egypt； a concept to often mentioned； but rarely seen。 Here； I am fortunate enough to h*e witnessed both。”
First； there was silence。 Then thunderous applause erupted from every corner of the room； cheers and yells shot up like fireworks。 Grinning； I walked down stage and handed the microphone over to our leader； Barbara Capozzi； who asked me two times without realizing； whether I had prepared for this speech。 I replied negative； and she responded with a bear hug； breaking all my ribs and promising me that this “open mike session” would from now on bee a tradition of the Peace Camp。 。。
西天取经（8）
As I walked back to my seat； people looked at me with expressions Columbus would h*e held when he saw continents looming over the horizon： big *iles tinged with surprise。 I knew all was not perfect； there were sessions ahead that promised dissent； the inevitable parting doomed for tears； but for now I lay back； relaxed； preparing once again。 This time； for the most glorious week in my life。
个人陈述（三）
这是阿默斯特学院特别要求的文章：从若干句箴言中选取一则，进行拓展写作。
Amherst Essay
“Stereotyped beliefs h*e the power to bee self…fulfilling prophesies for beh*ior。”
Elizabeth Aries； Professor of Psychology； Amherst College。 From her book “Men and Women in Interaction； Reconsidering the Differences”
In the brief quotation above； Professor Aries vividly describes a phenomenon I h*e often observed myself； but could never aptly put into an appropriate sentence。 Indeed； I h*e witnessed too much of this process； not only in the trivialities of everyday life； but also on the grand scale of global interactions。
Though never mistreated by peers myself； I h*e nevertheless witnessed considerable amounts of bullying at school。 In most cases； a victim is the lonely； unpopular kind who became alienated from others in the first place due to some minor character flaws。 However； even after the said person tries everything in his power to turn around； and even if he indeed managed to improve； he would continue to be everyone’s outlet for negative emotions。 This has nothing to do with the person attempting to improve； and everything to do with the quotation from Professor Aries’ book。 People h*e a tendency to follow their preconceptions： it doesn’ t matter if the pathetic loser suddenly started to *ile at people； he is still bound to get annoying sooner or later； any of his newly adopted virtues are easily overlooked； because he is trapped in a predictable routine of beh*ior
set up by outside influences。 And as simple as that； a human being bees
a prisoner of his own identity； helpless and hopeless。
Looking across a broader landscape； the same phenomenon is observed on the darker side of all international relations。 As many a humanitarian worker can testify； stereotyping is one of the most deadly diseases within modern society。 In an age when malevolent misinformation and historical rancor flourish over publications and internet； people can effortlessly form their opinion about other nations without actually meeting any one person from those areas。 Consequently； the stereotypes they hold can never be proved fallacious； and the groundless prejudice created will then take its root deep inside； grow stronger with every piece of new “discovery”； and one day burst with considerable； even lethal hostility when an actual encounter is made between them and the subject of their animosity。 How many Americans think of terrori* when they see an Arab？ How many Chinese people recall the Nanking Rape when met with a Japanese？ The more educated of our fellow countrymen may restrict irrational anger with reason and civility； but in this age of accelerated globalization； a few clear…minded individuals can never be enough。
西天取经（9）
Is there a solution to this problem of personal and universal gr*ity？ From what I h*e gathered during the last three years； either as a reasonably popular and trustworthy fig