By Mitch Albom
The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week in his house, by
a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves.
The class met on Tuesday. It began after breakfast. The subjects was The Meaning of
Life. It was taught from experience.
No grades were given, but there were oral exams each week. You were expected
to respond to questions, and you were expected to pose questions of your own. You were
also required to perform physical tasks now and then, such as lifting the professor's head
to a comfortable spot on the pillow or placing his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
Kissing him good-bye earned you extra credit.
No books were required, yet many topics were covered, including love, work,
community, family, aging, forgiveness, and finally, death. The last lecture was brief, only
a few words.
A funeral was held in lieu of graduation.
Although no final exam was given, you were expected to produce one long paper
on what was learned. That paper is presented here.
The last class of my ols professor's life had only one student.
I was the student.
(From Tuesdays with Morrie)
最後一堂星期二的課
的序..
後來重翻了一下這本書
原來Morrie得的病就是ALS--跟一公升的眼淚裡的亞也一樣
說實話 看這本書對生命的感觸會比較多
The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week in his house, by
a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves.
The class met on Tuesday. It began after breakfast. The subjects was The Meaning of
Life. It was taught from experience.
No grades were given, but there were oral exams each week. You were expected
to respond to questions, and you were expected to pose questions of your own. You were
also required to perform physical tasks now and then, such as lifting the professor's head
to a comfortable spot on the pillow or placing his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
Kissing him good-bye earned you extra credit.
No books were required, yet many topics were covered, including love, work,
community, family, aging, forgiveness, and finally, death. The last lecture was brief, only
a few words.
A funeral was held in lieu of graduation.
Although no final exam was given, you were expected to produce one long paper
on what was learned. That paper is presented here.
The last class of my ols professor's life had only one student.
I was the student.
(From Tuesdays with Morrie)
最後一堂星期二的課
的序..
後來重翻了一下這本書
原來Morrie得的病就是ALS--跟一公升的眼淚裡的亞也一樣
說實話 看這本書對生命的感觸會比較多
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