已搜索,无重复 转 Influence? Why is it that the people who influence us most influence us in ways that are not easily quantified? Through her work with abused children, my mother has shown me the heroism of selfless dedication to a worthy cause. By being an upstanding individual, my playwriting teacher in middle school acted as an inspiring male role model at a time when I needed one most. By being approachable and interesting, my World History teacher in my freshman year of high school opened my eyes to the connections between a society's culture and its history and broadened my view of cultures and the world. While these influences mean much to me and have contributed greatly to my development, they came too easily to mind. The fact that I could sit down and write a list of how these people influenced me suggests that the influence did not alter me in any profound way. These people are all my elders, and perhaps I feel distanced from them. The person whose influence shook me to the deepest level is a person whose influence is nearly impossible to describe. Mike, the best friend I've ever had, changed me, and I changed him at one of the most crucial times in our lives: the seventh grade. We developed our personalities, our senses of humor, and our love for girls at the same time and in the same manner. It would cheapen his influence to quantify it; I am what I am because of him; I cannot say that about anybody else. Mike came to my school in the seventh grade, and we immediately clicked. Before he came, I didn't feel like an outcast by any means, as I had my friends that I had known since first grade. However, until Mike, I never had anyone my age to identify with completely. Mike made me feel confident in who I was; he reaffirmed my drives and my thoughts and my inspirations. At this awkward stage in our lives, we found uncritical appreciation in each other. We both were obsessed by movies and had a similar sense of humor. We had the same problems and the same thoughts. That was all it took. Halfway through that same year, Mike and I became inseparable. In fact, our yearbook had a section that lists the names of students and what they were never seen without. Under Mike, it read: "Ted, " and under Ted: "Mike." I became a staple at his house and he at mine. We no longer had to ask our parents if it was ok to have a sleepover on weekends, they assumed we would. On weekdays, we usually walked over to his house, which was near school, and hung out there till I had to go home. Our favorite past time on those long afternoons after school was to walk to the nearby food mart and get a bag of chips and two 24 oz. Coca-Colas. Watching a movie, we would sit on his couch with our chips and Coke and talk about our dreams of working together in the movies. Mike wanted to be a director and actor, and I wanted to be an actor and a playwright/screenwriter. It was the perfect combination. We even tried writing a few scripts together. Of course, as two seventh grade boys, it wasn't all skips through the park either. We were extremely competitive and would get into brutal fights for seemingly no reason at all. One time, I pulled out a chunk of his hair, but I don't remember what started the fight. I think that our connection was so intense that we could not have normal emotions toward each other. As friends, we were best friends, but in an argument, we wanted to fight each other to the death. Still, the Wrestlemania days were rare; ordinarily, the intensity of that connection was a good thing. I was pretty shy about girls, and when I did talk about them with guys, I would usually just say a girl was "hot." With Mike, I could really talk about girls and who they were; with Mike, I didn't have to put on my public "cool" facade but could really say what I felt about a girl. Then we went to separate high schools. We tried to maintain the friendship, and you might think we would have been able to since we had been so close, but we drifted apart. Our friendship was based on being near each constantly, of growing up in the same town, under the same conditions, with the same hopes, fears, and dreams. Now we still go to movies occasionally and hang out, but it's not the same, and we both know it. I thought Mike and I would be friends forever, and maybe we have to make those movies together, right? But the way things look right now, I doubt we will ever reconnect. Our friendship in the seventh grade was magical, and lightning doesn't strike twice. My playwriting teacher from middle school left, but I handled it. I learned a great deal from him, and I appreciate him for the subject he taught and the way that he taught it. I will probably miss my parents when I leave for college, but I doubt the separation will pain me deeply since the connection between parents and children will always be there. With Mike, I lost the best friend I ever had, and I lost that forever. Losing that kind of bond cuts deep, and I know it's the type of wound that doesn't heal. It's the type of wound you just live with. But just because we're not friends anymore, it doesn't slight the times we had when we were friends. Those times are what influenced me so deeply. No, Mike did not work some lesson into my heart, he worked himself into my heart, and even if I never see the guy again he changed me forever. I think that finding someone who you truly connect with and feel that you were destined to meet, someone who you feel truly understands you and makes you feel special, I think meeting someone like that is one of the most profound experiences you can have. |
译文： 影响？为什么对我们产生了最大影响的人们，通过难以计数的方式影响了我们？通过她和受虐待儿童的工作，我的母亲向我展示了她为有价值的事业做出的伟大的无私奉献。作为一个诚实正直的人，我初中的剧本写作老师在我最需要的时候扮演了一个鼓舞人的男性角色。我的平易近人而风趣的世界历史老师在我高中第一年的时候使我放眼一个社会的文化和它的历史之间的关系，并且拓展了我对文化和世界的认识。虽然这些影响对我来说意味深远，并且对我的发展起到了一定作用，但它们来得过于随意，使我难以留意。 我可以坐下来将这些曾影响了我的人列出一个表，而事实上这些并没有深刻地改变我。这些人都是我的长辈,也许我感到和他们有距离感。其影响最深地振动了我的那个人,是一个几乎不能形容他的影响的人。迈克，我曾经拥有的最好的朋友，改变了我，我也在我们生活中最重要的时期之一：七年级，改变了他。我们发展了我们的人格，我们的幽默，以及我们同一时间、同一方式的对女孩子的爱。如果要量化他的影响的话，他的影响就跌了价；由于他，我成为了现在的我；我不能说给别的任何人这样的评价。 迈克在七年级时来到了我的学校，我们马上变得情投意合。在他到来之前，我根本没有感到过被排斥，因为我有从一年级开始就结实的朋友。然而，直到迈克以前，我从来没有和同龄人完全地融入过。迈克让我确信自己是什么样的人；他从新肯定了我的动力，我的思想和我的灵感。在我们生命中的这一难得的阶段，我们从对方那里得到了欣赏。我们都为电影入迷，都有相似的幽默感。我们有相同的问题和相同的想法。这就是一切。 在当年过了一半的时候，迈克和我变得形影不离。其实，我们的年鉴有一栏列出了学生们的名字和从来都是与他们在一起的东西。在迈克的下面，写着："泰德，"而在泰德的下面："迈克。"我成了他家的主要成员，他也成了我家的主要分子。我们再也不询问我们的父母是否可以在周末在外过夜，他们知道我们。在周末，我们经常走到学校附近的他家，而后逗留到我得回家的时候。我们在那些放学后漫长的下午最喜爱的消遣是走到附近的食品市场要上一袋薯条和两杯24英两的可口可乐。看一场电影的时候，我们会坐在他的床上，拿着薯条和可乐，谈论着我们要一起在电影业工作的梦想。迈克想成为一个导演兼演员，而我希望成为一个演员兼剧作家。这是一个完美的组合。我们甚至一起尝试着写了一些剧本。 当然，作为两个七年级的男孩，也不会全部是轻松愉快的时刻。我们都十分好斗，会不明不白地蛮横打起架来。一次，我扯掉了他的一大把头发，但是我却记不得是什么导致了那次争斗。我认为我们的关系是那样的亲密，我们不可能对对方持有正常的情绪。作为朋友，我们是最好的朋友，但在争论中，我们想想把对方打得置于死地。不过，格斗的日子还是少见的；一般来说，密切的关系是一件好事。我对女孩子非常害羞，当我和男孩们说起她们的时候，我通常只说一个女孩"性感。"和迈克在一起，我真的可以谈论女孩子们，谈论她们是怎么样的；和迈克在一起，我不必拿出对众人的很"酷"的正经面孔，而是真的可以说我对一个女孩的感觉如何。 而后我们进入了不同的高中。我们尽量保持着友谊，也许你认为我们一直这样亲密，我们能够做到，但是我们分道扬镳了。我们的友谊是以不断地和对方在一起，在一个城镇的同样条件下成长，有同样的希望、担心和梦想为基础的。现在我们也偶尔一起看电影、呆在一起，但是那不一样了，我们两个都清楚。我想迈克和我会是永远的朋友，而且也许我们要一起拍摄电影，不是吗？但是从现在的事情看起来，我怀疑我们是否还会连在一起。我们在七年级的友谊是不可思议的，而不会发生第二次。 我初中的剧本写作老师离开了，但我能够适应。我从他那里学到了许多，并且我为他所教授的课程和他的授课方法而感谢他。我也许会在离开家来到大学的时候想念我的父母，但是我不相信分离是否会使我深深地痛苦，因为我和父母的骨肉关联永远在那里。而对于迈克，我失去了我曾拥有的最好的朋友，而且我永远地失去了。失去这样的友情纽带，伤口是很深的。而且，我明白这是无法愈合的创伤。这是你只能去承受的创伤。 但是尽管我们不再是朋友，这丝毫不会淡漠当我们是朋友的时候渡过的时光。那些日子那样深地影响了我。不，迈克没有在我心中教给我什么经验，他把他自己刻划进了我的心，即使我再也见不到他，他也永远地影响了我。我想，那是找到一个你真正可以交流，并且感到你们注定要相遇的人，一个你觉得真正理解你并且让你感到特别的人。我认为，遇到一个那样的人是你可以拥有的最深刻的经历。 点评：这是今年风靡美国的一篇申请文章。很多人觉得，如果是写申请哈佛的文章，一定要找一个神话般的人物，即使不是石破天惊，也要摧人泪下。在翻译这篇文章的时候，我开始一直猜测迈克一定是一个有着惊天动地故事的人物，一定有着令人望尘莫及的高贵品质。否则他怎么能够深刻地影响一位进入哈佛的天才学生呢？然而，我意外地发现迈克不过是一个普通的初中男孩，他和作者有着共同语言，有着相似的爱好，是形影不离的同学和好朋友，仅此而已。后来作者和迈克由于分开而变得生疏，不再是知己。由于失去了这种亲密关系，作者深感遗憾。实际上，在一个少年心目中占据最重要位置的，往往不是什么英雄高士，而是和他朝夕相伴的朋友。可以说，每个人都有淡漠了的儿时好友，都有类似的感受。本文作者把这种感受写得刻骨铭心，让人看后不禁回忆起自己的往事，心中难免有些悠悠。 |
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