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Judge of the Contest - [闲日碎语]
2006-11-19
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Actually it was my first time to act as a judge for a particular contest – here I use the word “judge” instead of “commentator”, which I remember vaguely I have seen on the TV screen when the CCTV Cup English Speaking Contest took place and I happened to tune on that channel, because one of my fellow judges told me that we were giving not merely comments but also scores. Anyway, either for the comments or for the scores, I had such great power to influence the final result of something that might greatly influence other people that were not supposedly related to my life before that contest.I remember those times I had been judged by other people, those contests I had participated in since I had the courage to show myself on the platform. The two public speech contests took in junior middle school were absolutely failures in which cases I ranked quite near the bottom. I have to confess boys do have a certain degree of disadvantage as compared with girls in speech contests unless your brilliance is too explicit to dim. In the first contest I was the only boy, and in the second one, though things had changed for the better, one of the only two. In my freshman year, I registered for a university-wide English speaking contest and entered the final phase without any difficulty because our college shared two quotas and I was one of the only two who had registered! My first English speaking contest proved to be a disaster, for I was not well prepared and forgot the lines with almost half a minute’s silence – that was what I felt. I didn’t want to be concerned about the ranking, but I was. And I was frustrated. Since then I have never registered for any of the speech contests. For lack of confidence and repentance of the failure? Perhaps, but the most important issue is that I am not good for a speaker. Good for a writer, someone told me, and I hope so.
So this afternoon in an ordinary classroom of Building A of Instruction Building 1 on Jiang’an Campus, I sat with another two girls in the front row to judge an ordinary English speaking contest. I got informed yesterday evening that I was invited to judge the contest, and, like previous times when I got the similar invitation, I declined to bother myself with such irrelevant stuff, while a second thought drove me back to my cell phone and a deal was made. I longed to breathe the fresh air on Jiang’an Campus, on which I haven’t trod for half a semester.
The freshman and sophomore students were more capable than expected. They had a wonderful performance that impressed me a lot. Although the contents of their speech were a little bit empty and tedious – partly due to the topic “Civilized Conducts on Campus”, they had shown us a remarkable competence in pronunciation, vocabulary and quick response to unprepared situations. They are better than our generation, one that is three years older, quite enough to form a generation gap. I tried to do what a commentator and judge was supposed to do, and I think I, and am thought to, have done a pretty good job. I am not as great as the Lord to judge the entire humanity, but still capable to co-judge the performance of 28 students who three years later might in turn judge other students.
Thanks to Cathy’s five small steamed buns and eight glutinous rice dumplings, I re-experienced the feeling to have supper in a canteen on beautiful Jiang’an campus. The dusk on Wangjiang campus has no special traits to soothe you away from the tiredness of a day. But Jiang’an does. Indeed.
Giant Woo
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Hope to see more in the future.
every one has his own style of diction