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I suddenly found I hadn’t read out loud in English for a long time. At least, this term haven’t done even one time. That’s why I could say a sentence in a fluently way. The new words and lessons just like passerby to me. Even though speak out them is difficult, how can I use it without think into my daily life?

So this morning, I do it — read the lesson out loud. I like doing this, however, the course arrange seemed didn’t have any advantage. I just like a green hand. It seemed that I had to learn how to say English from very beginning. Believe or not? Just writing this essay, I have to think for a second or two. My ability is disappearing bit by bit…No!!!!!

The English classes at this afternoon was different, we saw a film instead of having our ordinary lesson teaching. Unfortunately, this noon, all of our room was sleeping so deep that we were almost late. The film we saw called Multiplicity (You can take some information about it from here: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0117108/). It’s a story about a man after clone himself. His life changed a lot, because of his greedy, he can’t help cloning 2 of him, so the situation became more and more complex and even came to confuse. He made a clone 1 to deal with his work in contribution, and then for the sake of escape from housework, he cloned the second himself. In that way, finally, he had his own free time, he could relax himself in any way. As you know, there must be some horrible in the wake of doing this. The clone 1 also clone the 1.1 (also means the clone 3 ) to deal with his housework, however, the clone 3 is a idiot, so the story became more and more funny, at the same time the protagonist fell into the hell bit by bit…

Clone is the beautiful dream of many people, meanwhile it also made plenty people have nightmare every night. It’s a difficult decision which is more difficult than to be or not to be. If your clone bodies just like the protagonist, what your life will be? We are the unique! Our fingerprint, our characteristic, our mental… The God just give us one chance. Missing it, you won’t have another to take its place. Just like an ad long time ago — you can say the life is just like a play, however, in this play you won’t have any chance to "take two"! Take care your life. There won’t be drug which can heal the wound that bring from forgiving.

As well as this afternoon, my writing book was hand in. I didn’t want to, but after reflection. Even I refused to do it, which did it. I wanted to leave more chance for them; nevertheless, it seemed no one in this class can understand such thing. Apparently it maybe means they have escape from a terrible storm, but I don’t want to be the killer of them. I can save them from writing this essay this time, yet I can’t help them get out of doom in the finally examination. What can I do?! No one can help themselves except their own.

I am an everyday person, not a superwoman, and can’t be a savior. I can’t help myself who I can rescue.