Play School Early Learning Centre - Application for Eolment
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篇二：申请美国大学入学文书范本
I guess it was inevitable that I’d be on hockey skates at some point in my life, but I did not expect that I’d become one of a rare group of female ice hockey officials before I even reached high school. Being born into a family of hockey players and figure skaters, it seemed that my destiny had already been decided.
Right from the beginning, my two older brothers and my father strapped me up and threw me onto the ice. I loved it and, in my mind, I was on my way to becoming a female Gretzky! But my mom had to think of something fast to drag her little girl away from this sport of ruffians. Enter my first hot pink figure skating dress! That was all it took to launch fifteen years of competitive figure skating. Even though figure skating soon became my passion, I always had an unsatisfied yearning for ice hockey. It took a great deal of convincing from my parents that competitive figure skating and ice hockey didn’t mix. My compromise became refereeing ice hockey; little did I know that I was beginning an activity that would influence my character and who I am today. When I began, I would only work with my dad and brothers. Everyone was friendly and accepting because I had just started. I soon realized though that to get better I needed to start refereeing with people I wasn’t related to, and that’s when my experience drastically changed. An apologetic smile and an “I’m sorry” wasn’t going to
get me through games now. As I began officiating higher-level games and dealing with more arrogant coaches, I suddenly entered a new male-dominated world, a world I had never experienced before. My confidence was shot, and all I wanted to do was get through each game and be able to leave. Sometimes I was even too scared to skate along the teams’ benches because I would get upset by what the coaches would yell to me. “Do you have a hot date tonight, ref?” was a ty///picment that coaches would spit at me during the course of a game. In their eyes, I did not belong on that ice, and they were going to do whatever they could do to make sure no women wanted to officiate their games. I was determined not to let them chase me off the ice.
I made the decision to stand up for myself. I never responded rudely to the coaches, but I did not let them walk all over me and destroy my confidence anymore. I started to act and feel more like the 4-year certified Atlantic District Official that I am. There were still a few situations that scared me. One time I called a penalty in a championship game during the third overtime and the team I penalized ended up losing because they got scored on. I knew I had made the right call, even though I was unnerved when I saw the losing teams’ parents waiting for me at my locker room; for the moment I wished I hadn’t called that penalty. Although it was scary at the time, I stood my ground and overcame my fears. That was an important
stepping-stone in my officiating career and in my life.
After four years of refereeing, I still can’t say it’s easy. Every game hands me something new and I never know what to expect. Now I have the confidence and preparation to deal with the unexpected, on and off the ice. I now also know to take everything with a grain of salt and not let it get to me. I have learned that life is just like being out on the ice; if I am prepared and act with confidence, I will be perceived as confident. These are the little lessons that I’m grateful to have learned as a woman referee.
Things to Notice About This Essay
1. The author tells an interesting story about her experiences as a referee.
2. A sense of her personality—determination, flexibility, good humor—comes through in the narration.
3. Details like “Do you have a hot date tonight, ref?” make the narration memorable (we’d love to hear more of these kinds of details).
4. The essay needs a faster start. The first paragraph (three sentences) says the same thing in both the first and third sentences—and gives away the essay’s surprise in the second! A good revision would all of paragraph one and start at paragraph two.
5. There’s too much frame here and not enough picture. The essay needs further development, especially about the difficulties of
becoming and being a ref, to keep it vivid.
6. The author should “dwell” in the meaning of the experience a little more at the end—“I wonder about…I also think…Sometimes I believe….” Significant experiences like this one, woven through many years of the author’s life, don’t mean just one thing—there are more insights and lessons to explore here.
篇三：美国大学申请书
A Home Destroyed
I was seven years old when I saw the ocean for the first time. My grandmother had invited me to visit her near Okinawa, Japan. I will never forget that encounter—the intense sun, the endless horizon, the infinite shades of blue that dissolved any boundary between sky and waves. And most of all, the secret of the water. Swimming in those waters was like diving into a kaleidoscope, deceptively plain on the outside, but a show of colors on the inside, waiting to dazzle me, mesmerize me. Those colors! Coral reefs—pink, green, red, purple—covered the seafloor; streaks of sunlight illuminated them, the swaying water creating a dance of hues. And weaving in and out of the contours of coral swam brilliant fish that synchronized every movement with the water, creating one body, one living entity. I longed to join and flow with them to the music of the waves; that’s where I felt I belonged. And leaving was like parting home, not going home.
Five years later, I returned. At first, all seemed to match my memory: the crystalline waters and that open horizon with the sun daring to come closer to Earth. But the second I dove in, I knew my home had vanished?white. That’s all I could see around me: bone-white death. I couldn’t accept it. I kept swimming farther out, hoping to catch even the smallest hint of color. But there was no sign of that brilliant garden I remembered, just fragments of bleached coral. It was like looking down onto the aftermath of a war: a bombed city, with only the crumbles of cement to testify for the great buildings that once stood. But who was the culprit behind this egregious attack?
Though at the age of twelve, I couldn’t even begin to guess, I now know the answer is us. Humans are an impressive species: we have traveled to every continent, adapted to countless environments, and innovated to create
comfortable means of living. But in the process, we have stolen the colors from nature all around the globe, just as we did that coral reef. Our trail of white has penetrated the forests, the oceans, the grasslands, and spread like a wild disease. I, too, have left a white footprint, so I have a responsibility to right
these wrongs, to repaint those colors, and to preserve the ones that remain. Some question why I should care. The answer is simple: this planet is my home, my birthplace. And that, in and of itself, is an inseparable bond and a timeless connection. Nature has allowed me my life, so I have no right to deny its life. As Jane Goodall once said, “If we kill off the wild, then we are killing a part of our souls.” This is my soul—our soul. I know that I alone cannot protect this soul, so I will not make a promise that I cannot fulfill. But this promise I will make: I will do what I can do.
美国大学申请书一：美国大学入学申请书
A Home Destroyed
I was seven years old when I saw the ocean for the first time. My grandmother had invited me to visit her near Okinawa, Japan. I will never forget that encounter―the intense sun, the endless horizon, the infinite shades of blue that dissolved any boundary between sky and waves. And most of all, the secret of the water. Swimming in those waters was like diving into a kaleidoscope, deceptively plain on the outside, but a show of colors on the inside, waiting to dazzle me, mesmerize me. Those colors! Coral reefs―pink, green, red, purple―covered the seafloor; streaks of sunlight illuminated them, the swaying water creating a dance of hues. And weaving in and out of the contours of coral swam brilliant fish that synchronized every movement with the water, creating one body, one living entity. I longed to join and flow with them to the music of the waves; that’s where I felt I belonged. And leaving was like parting home, not going home.
Five years later, I returned. At first, all seemed to match my memory: the crystalline waters and that open horizon with the sun daring to come closer to Earth. But the second I dove in, I knew my home had vanished…white. That’s all I could see around me: bone-white death. I couldn’t accept it. I kept swimming farther out, hoping to catch even the smallest hint of color. But there was no sign of that brilliant garden I remembered, just fragments of bleached coral. It was like looking down onto the aftermath of a war: a bombed city, with only the crumbles of cement to testify for the great buildings that once stood. But who was the culprit behind this egregious attack?
Though at the age of twelve, I couldn’t even begin to guess, I now know the answer is us. Humans are an impressive species: we have traveled to every continent, adapted to countless environments, and innovated to create comfortable means of living. But in the process, we have stolen the colors from nature all around the globe, just as we did that coral reef. Our trail of white has penetrated the forests, the oceans, the grasslands, and spread like a wild disease. I, too, have left a white footprint, so I have a responsibility to right these wrongs, to repaint those colors, and to preserve the ones that remain. Some question why I should care. The answer is simple: this planet is my home, my birthplace. And that, in and of itself, is an inseparable bond and a timeless connection. Nature has allowed me my life, so I have no right to deny its life. As Jane Goodall once said, “If we kill off the wild, then we are killing a part of our souls.” This is my soul―our soul. I know that I alone cannot protect this soul, so I will not make a promise that I cannot fulfill. But this promise I will make: I will do what I can do.
美国大学申请书二：美国大学申请书写法（1640字）
大学申请书中的申论题应该选择什么主题？以及事前该做什么准备？下列是几个我们认为非常重要、有用，并且能帮助您做决定的注意事项。
1. 英文书写能力
对大部分亚洲学生而言，每天说的、写的语言显然不会是英文。想当然尔，准备申请书最困难的部分也就是用英文写这些申论题。所以，您必须事先做好万全准备，才能从容面对这个挑战。在动笔写申论题前，您必须先有二、三个月的时间做准备。这段时间内英文书报读得越多越好。特别注意这些文章的组织与架构，以及句子的结构。您一旦看到可以用来描述自己的单字，务必记得抄在另外准备的笔记本上，并且将其组句方式记下来。
在读过大量不同的英文文章以后，练习写一些描写自己的句子。一开始，先写二、三个简单描述自己的句子。这些句子的结构不必很复杂，只要用您习惯的结构就可以。再来，列出您的专长才能、兴趣，还有您喜欢的电影。简单写几个段落来描述一些对您有影响的人、事、物。在整个写作练习过程中，请专注在「什么人、什么事、什么东西」上，而不要太过注意细节。做这个练习的目的是让您以自己为主题，先熟悉写一些简单的英文句子，然后再慢慢进步到能用这些句子组成完整的段落。
几个月后，您可以累积很多描述自己的单字与句子了。万事起头难，但慢慢的，您就会发现自己进步很多。而所收集这些关于自己的英文信息，在正式写申论题的时候，就可以派上用场了。
请记住评审委员要求您这些申论题的用意。他们想藉由这些申论题来认识您本人。当然，他们绝对有能力检阅您的考试成绩和解读里头的数字。但是他们更希望能从申论题中了解您是什么样的人。所以藉由这些写作前的练习，您会逐渐熟悉要如何以英文来描述自己。
2. 选定主题
每篇送到评审委员的申论题都必须要有一个主题。有些学校会要求学生针对特定的问题作答；但有的学校可以让您任选主题。不管怎样，申论题的第一段必须要能清楚点出您的主题，而且整篇文章都必须根据这个主题发挥。
主题是一篇文章能不能吸引读者注意力的关键。如果没有主题，读者不但无从得知这篇申论题的目的，最糟的状况是他很快会觉得乏味。如此一来，要怎么强求您的读者有耐心地去探讨您这篇申论题的重点呢？
根据上述论点，第一段写得好坏与否决定了读者会花多少时间来看您写的申论题。如果第一段的主题或意义模糊不清，读者很快地就会对您的文章失去兴趣。申论题的第一段最好写些能立即引发读者兴致的内容，例如：个人轶事、譬喻、引述一段话、或者是引人深思的问题等等。这些内容都能充分展现作者的个人风格，用来博取读者的注意效果最好。
3. 用英文思考
如果依照第一点提供的建议，藉由阅读其它英文读物来准备申论题，您会发现每篇好的申论题都有特定的文章组织与架构。当然，各种语言的架构不尽相同。千万不可以尝试先用母语写好申论题后，再翻译成英文。这样的作法只会让您觉得气馁。您很快会发现原本一些用母语很容易就可以表达的想法，换成英文的话，会变得困难重重。而且这样也会造成您太过依赖字典，使整篇文章显得不流畅。写作的时候，最好只用您熟悉和惯用的英文单字。母语是英文的读者很快就可以辨别，您的文章是由字典里搬出来的单字堆砌而成，还是您经过理解与消化以后写出来的。
如果要以英文写作，先决条件是用英文思考，而不要先写成母语，再翻译成英文。回想所有您曾读过英文读物，作者是如何架构这些文章？您会发现每篇文章的开场白都清楚明白地点出作者的主旨或目的。无论作者要传达的消息是什么，读者都可以很容易地从第一段里找出来。后面的段落主要只是针对原文的主旨发挥而已。这些就是所谓的发展段落。同样的道理，每段的第一个句子也必须点出整个段落的目的。而最后一段则必须下总结，重述这篇文章的主旨。
并不是所有的语言都遵循这样的写作结构和组织。以中文申论题为例，主旨一般位于文章的主体部分。作者写作的方式如同画一个圆，主题或主旨落在这个圆的圆心上，作者会不断绕者这个主题发挥。如果您尝试用这样的结构写一篇英文，读者会因为无法领略文章的含意而觉得非常沮丧。所以，再次叮咛您不可翻译，要改用英文思考。
美国大学申请书三：最牛的'美国大学入学申请书（803字）
我是一个精力旺盛的家伙，爬墙是家常便饭。我可是个名人喔，因为我曾多次利用午休时间改造了火车站，提高了候车室的保温效果。我为古巴难民翻译脏话。我写过歌剧，还获了奖。我办事的效率很高，但有时候，我可以连续三天啥事儿也不干！
追女孩，我根本不用费什么心思，因为我相貌英俊，长号吹得特棒。骑自行车，我像驾驶飞机一般快。做一份布朗尼巧克力饼，别人要半个小时，我只需20分钟。我是一个刷墙能手，恋爱专家。在秘鲁，我是一个亡命之徒。
为保护亚马孙流域的一个小村庄，我曾独自一人用一把锄头和一大瓶水，击退了一群凶猛的蚂蚁。我用大提琴演奏蓝草音乐，连大都会博物馆都来找过我，我还是众多纪录片的题材。烦闷的时候，我在我家院子里建了一个巨大的铁索桥，然后大玩高空悬挂滑翔游戏。星期三放学后，我则为大家免费修理电器。
我是一个抽象艺术家、一个具体的分析家、一个疯狂的赌徒。我亲手做了一件灯芯绒晚礼服，全世界的批评家无不为我的原始的线条所折服。虽然我做事非常低调，但是我仍然收到大量粉丝的来信。我灵巧的插花艺术使我在国际植物学界享有很高的声誉。孩子们都信任我。
我可以用网球拍投掷移动的小东西，命中率很高。我曾一天之内读完《失乐园》《白鲸记》《大卫?科波菲尔》，晚上还有时间将家里的整个餐厅粉刷一新。我知道超市里每一种食品的确切位置。我为中央情报局做过卧底。我一周只睡一次，而且是睡在一张椅子上。有一次在加拿大度假，我成功说服了一群抢劫一个小面包店的犯罪分子。
我收支平衡，乐观向上，助人为乐，没有一分钱债务。周末，为远离无聊的应酬，我一心投入折纸手工艺品的研究。几年前，我发现了生活的真理，遗憾的是，我没有记录下来。仅用茂利（一种食品加工器）和烤箱，我就能做出四道美味的菜肴。我养的蛤蜊得过大奖。圣胡安的斗牛比赛，斯里兰卡的攀岩比赛，克里姆林宫的拼写比赛，我都曾是赢家。我演过哈姆雷特，主刀过心脏手术，还跟猫王聊过天。
但是，我还没上过大学。
申请美国大学自荐信1
dear sir or madam,
i am li hua from yingcai high school. i want to apply for the offer of your university.
as a student with many hobbies such as reading books, playing basketball and chess, i keep a balance among all the subjects, which makes me excellent in our school.
besides, i have a talent for english, and i won first prize in the english speech contest in my province last year. in addition, i’m easy to get along with and ready to help others in trouble. i believe i can adjust myself to the new environment soon.
it has been my dream all the time to study in your university, which is famous for its academic atmosphere. i’d appreciate it if i could be admitted.
looking forward to your early reply.
yours sincerely,
li hua
申请美国大学自荐信2
dear mr. smith,
ms. maria of your company has told me that your depart. needs a manager assistant, and i want to apply for the position. i graduated from the university of business and economy last year. my major is human resource and some experience in business has prepared me for the work you are calling for.
i am really interested in learning business practice. i will try my best to be a diligent worker and a fast learner. if given a chance, i am sure i can prove my worth in your company.
i will be available during the weekdays in the morning for any interviews you may want to give. enclosed is my resume, and hoping for your immediate reply.
sincerely yours,
