學習中的快樂，產(chǎn)生于對學習內(nèi)容的興趣和深入。世上所有的人都是喜歡學習的，只是學習的方法和內(nèi)容不同而已。那么心得體會怎么寫才恰當呢？以下是我?guī)痛蠹艺淼淖钚滦牡皿w會范文大全，希望能夠幫助到大家，我們一起來看一看吧。

關于bim授課心得體會報告一

i understand that xxx is applying for admission to your postgraduate master’s program, and has requested that i write this letter of recommendation for her.

i have known xxx as a resourceful and goal-oriented inpidual ever since she attended my instrumental analysis course(score:84) in her fourth academic semester. she often raised thought-provoking questions during the course lectures. thus,it is natural that i like discussing with this young girl and enjoy becoming more familiar with her and her aspirations. in her sixth academic semester, she took my course of electrochemical analysis(score:89) more i get to know her, the more i find she is talented at chemistry. with her outstanding talent and solid background in chemistry, she also did quite well in most of her other courses during her undergraduate study. i feel strongly that xxx’s unusual talents and abilities will stand her in good stead for a quality chemistry education, and your university will provide the best opportunities for her.

while at xxx university, xxx had excellent performances in all subjects of her studies and demonstrated great potential, but she is more than a knowledgable bookworm;she is an outstanding leader. she is not only the president of the student union in the college of chemistry, but also the minister of commonweal department of students’ association union of xxx university. she is adept in speech and debate, which give her great capabilities for expression, abstract reasoning， and cooperation. she also took part in and organised many extracurricular activities, such as “dream fly” party of college of chemistry and chemical knowledge contest of xxx university.

we at xxx university see an optimistic, highly independent， and easy-going character in xxx, with highly unusual determination. she is not to be defeated by any difficulties. she believes that , with hard work, she can achieve anything she wants. i think her confidence in herself is well grounded in her track record.

judging by what i know of her, i think xxx is fully qualified to pursue a master’s degree in your program. therefore，i recommend her with much enthusiasm and i shall greatly appreciate your favorably consideration for her application for admission.

sincerely.

關于bim授課心得體會報告二

to dear professors：

one of my best students called turns to me for help on recommending these days. i am very happy to do so. i am a senior professor in institute of educational administration & training in southwest university. based on what i have known about mr. wang, i can tell something to you about him.

i have known about for nearly 6 years in the first half year of 20xx. though i have taught thousands of students, i can still remember him. i have taught him two courses, one was system engineering theory in 20xx, and the other was educational system engineering in 20xx. i still remembered that he got the highest scores in his class, the first is 99 and the last is 100. how outstanding the student is! he is smart and impressive!

for a phd candidate, from my point, i think he is qualified and preeminent. he is famous among our students for his research ability and kind heart. i heard that he published more 20 papers. at first, i was so surprising on such a graduate student. when i read some of articles in journals, i found that his papers are rational construction and logical argument. and some of the journals are hard to be selected. i do not know the sociological field clearly, but i know the educational field in china, for example, open education research, continue education research, and adult education, all of them are core journals and hard to publish a paper as a first author is a graduate student, some times for our professors. as a graduate student, his abilities on studying and research are excellent. and also, his total score is no.1 during his first two years of graduate studying. he got the first-prize scholarship of graduate student in our university. this is the encouragement from our university to conform his effort and diligence.

as for me, i appreciate those of his abilities very much. those are his thinking ability, potential creative power and leadership skills. first, i want to tell you about his thinking ability. from his talking and homework, i found that he is a boy who is particular in analyzing the problem profoundly from the causes to results. once we discussed about the problems of our state-owned enterprises and how to use the principles of system engineering science to solve these problems. after a week, he gave me a paper called analyzing on improving the core competence of state-owned enterprises by system engineering principles in china. i read his paper and found that his idea was creative and logical. he pointed out the causes, analyzed the problems and gave some useful advices from the perspective of a manager. not only that, he proposed that how to establish a high efficiency administrative and productive network by system engineer principles in the enterprisers. i could not express how i agreed with his view and to this paper, so i gave him 100 the full point.

secondly, from his papers on the social security, i can find that his potential creative power on research. i take one of his eminent papers called the new model of chinese rural old-aged support from the perspective of urbanization as an example. in this paper, he established a material and spiritual support network for the rural old

people in china. this network is attractive, if it can be really carried out in our nation, i think, it can help the old people who are like me to really enjoy our rest time. though this is an ideal model, it can give the developmental direction to the rural social welfare. certainly, many medias have cited and published this paper is not surprising for it is real a good paper as few graduate student can write.

finally, his leadership skill is charming. due to his social practice and part-time jobs as the students’ leader in our school, he earned how to use reasonable leadership skills to work with his partners and lead his subordinates to finish the works well. he is kind to his friends and workmates. i also know that he works as a college teacher on campus, i heard some high appraise about his courses from his colleagues who are my students. i congratulate him from bottom of my heart.

in sum, i strongly recommend him to you to study in your doctorate programs. once i taught in usa, i knew how important this letter for him to apply your university. if you want to know more about mr. wang, please contact me by email, ?or cell phone in china.

thank you very much.

best wishes,

yours,

professor of institute of educational administration & training

university, p.r. china

關于bim授課心得體會報告三

“who will tell your story?”

may 24, 20xx

greetings, class of 20xx.

and so it is here—the week of your commencement. the days of miracle and wonder when your theses are written, classes have ended, and you still have free hbo. and so it may seem strange to be gathered here today, as we pause for this ancient and curious custom called the baccalaureate—but here we are, me in a pulpit and you in pews, dressed for a sermon in which i am to impart the sober wisdom of age to the semi-sober impatience of youth. now, it is a daunting task. especially since over the course of four years i have succeeded in disconcerting people on all sides of the many issues that you will soon be discussing with parents and grandparents over dinner—so in addition to a speech, for handy reference i’ve created a placemat for commencement, filled with useful phrases. such as, “it’s ‘final club,’ without an ‘s.’”

now, i am truly privileged today, for you are an extraordinary group. your 80 countries of origin do not begin to describe you.

you may remember the day when we escaped the rain at your freshman convocation, and you heard from me and a phalanx of elders in dark robes: connect, we said, make harvard part of your narrative. take risks, we told you. don’t always listen to us.

and for four years you have distinguished yourselves with dazzling variety: in what may be harvard’s most pergent dozen, you produced six rhodes scholars, including one who broke the world record for standing on a “swiss” exercise ball, plus six athletes invited to the national football league to play ball, players whose interests range from the ministry to curing infectious diseases.

you were good at long distances: you probed the atmosphere of an exoplanet; researched antibiotic use on a pig farm in denmark; and you created a pilot program that cut shuttle times from the quad by half.

you experienced old traditions: the mumps. a class color, orange. and the time-honored lampoon theft of the crimson president’s chair—this time transporting it across state lines to manhattan’s trump tower, for a staged photo op with a then dark-horse presidential candidate.

you found your way: on campus, through a maze of renovations and swing housing; onstage, doing stand-up comedy on nbc, dancing in bogota, and mounting black magic at the loeb; through the halls of business and finance, running an intercollegiate investment fund; and exposing a privacy issue with facebook’s messenger app.

you won, with style and grace: as you captured the first national trophy for harvard mock trial—by being funnier than yale; and then you shellacked the bulldogs in the game for—yes—the 9th straight year; you produced the first ivy “three-peats” in football and women’s track; and brought home the first ivy crown in women’s rugby—how “fierce and beautiful” was that!

and, of course, all this was powered by huds, since 20xx, powered with ceaseless servings of swai.

and you were just plain good: you wrote prize-winning theses on sea level change, a water crisis in detroit; you engineered a better barbecue smoker—and tested it in a blizzard; you joined the fight to end malaria; and earned the award for best hockey player in the ncaa for strength of character as well as skill; you became well connected—to alzheimer’s patients, to kids in kenya, to homeless youth; and, as the inaugural class of ed school teacher fellows, 20 of you are preparing to help high-need students rise.

and i understand you even rested with ambition, as you tried to “netflix and chill.”

you made it all look easy—all while facing blows to the spirit that have tempered and tested you. you arrived just after a breach of academic trust that, by your senior year, produced the first honor code in harvard’s history, events that raised hard questions for all of us: what is success? what is integrity? to whom, or what, are we accountable?

when a hurricane prompted the first harvard closing in 34 years, you rallied with generosity and goodwill—and did so again when we closed for snowstorm nemo—the fifth largest in boston history. and that was just a warm up, so to speak, for the winter of our misery—the worst in boston history—when you sledded the slopes of widener in a kayak.

and when the bombs went off at the boston marathon, in just your second semester, we considered still larger questions: who are we? what matters most? what do we owe to one another? you told me that you became bostonians that day, bonded to a city beyond harvard square, and to each other during the manhunt and lockdown, when the university closed for an unprecedented third time in 6 months.

who can forget the images—of the mayhem, of the people who ran, not for safety, buttoward the danger, into the chaos? the army veteran, who smelled cordite, and expecting more bombs, saved a college student’s life; the man in the cowboy hat, who ripped away fencing in order to reach the most injured. and who can forget the moment when red sox first baseman david ortiz stood in the center of fenway park and said in eleven words of fellowship and defiance that the fcc chose not to censor, though i will today—“this is our [bleeping] city and nobody[’s] gonna dictate our freedom.”

a few months ago as i was lucky enough to be sitting in a broadway theater, absorbing the final number of the musical hamilton, i thought of you, and that fierce spirit of inclusion and self-determination. i watched as eliza, center stage, sang, “i put myself back in the narrative,” and asked the question in the title of her song, “who lives, who dies, who tells your story?,” the spirited summation of a production that, like you, has broken records. like you, has created a new drama inside a very old one.

harvard, one might say, is a bastion of opportunity and unimaginable good fortune—for all of us, who find a place, with varying degrees of comfort, at the center of its long and successful narrative. and yet the burden is on us—to locate the discomfort, to act on the restless spirit of that legacy. as i thought about speaking to you here today, it occurred to me how much the question in that final song has framed your time here, and how much it will continue to affect your lives, as college graduates, as harvard alumni, as citizens and as leaders. who will tell your story?

you. you will tell your story. that is the point that i want to leave you with today. telling your own story, a fresh story, full of possibility and a new order of things, is the task of every generation, and the task before you. and that task is exactly what your liberal arts education has prepared you to do, in three vital ways:

first, telling your own story means discovering who you are, and not what others think you should be. it means being mindful of others, but deciding for yourself. it’s easy to tell a tale that others define, the one they expect to hear. a moment ago i sketched your harvard history. but what did i leave out? one of harvard’s legendary figures and reverend walton’s predecessor, the reverend peter gomes, used to put it this way: “don’t let anyone finish your sentences for you.” he loved being a paradox, an unpredictable surprise, but always true to himself: a republican in cambridge; a gay baptist preacher; black president of the pilgrim society—afro-saxon, as he sometimes put it. playful. unapologetic. unbounded by others’ expectations. “my anomalies,” he once said, “make it possible to advance the conversation.”

advance the conversation. this is my next point. telling our own stories is not just about us. it is a conversation with others, exploring larger purposes and other worlds and different ways of thinking. your education is not a bubble. think of it as an escape hatch, from what nigerian novelist and former radcliffe fellow chimamanda adichie calls “the danger of a single story.” she has observed, “[h]ow impressionable and vulnerable we are in the face of a story.” not because it may be untrue, but because, in her words, “[stories] are incomplete. they make one story become the only story,” even though “[m]any stories matter.” for four years you have learned the rewards of other stories, and the risk of critical misunderstandings when they go unheard—whether those stories emerge from the office for lgbtq life, or the black lives matter movement, or the international conversation on sexual assault—and perhaps most powerfully, from one another. this is precious knowledge. only by knowing that other stories are possible can we imagine a different future. what will medicine look like in the 21st century? energy? migration? how will cities be designed? the question, as one of you wrote in the crimson, is not “what am [i] going to be,” but “what problem do [i] solve?”

which brings me to my final point: keep revising. every story is only a draft. we re-tell even our oldest sagas—whether of hamilton and the american revolution or of harvard itself. the best education prepares you because it is unsettling, an obstacle course that forces us to question and push and reinvent ourselves, and the world, in a new way. steven spielberg, who will speak to us on thursday, has explained the foundation of his powerful storytelling. he says: “fear is my fuel. i get to the brink of not knowing what to do and that’s when i get my best ideas.”

what is a university but a place where everyone should feel equally sure to be unsure? our best discoveries can start out as mistakes. as herbie hancock told us, his mentor jazz legend miles davis, said there is no playing a “wrong” note, only a surprising one, whose meaning depends on whatever you play next.

in the evolving universe of profiles and hashtags and selfies, it seems no accident that you are the class of snapchat—a platform that took hold when you were freshmen and developed with you, from showing “snaps” to telling and sharing “stories”—stories that vanish every day, to be replaced by new stories, free of “l(fā)ikes” or “followers.” an app that, in the words of a founder, “isn’t about capturing … what[’s] pretty or perfect … but … creates a space to … communicat[e] with the full range of human emotion.”

and so for four years you have been learning to re-tell things: finding your voices, putting yourself in a narrative, whether that was demanding action against climate change, discovering that you love statistics, or creating the powerful message of “i, too, am harvard.” you have seen things re-told. even harvard’s story. last month one of my heroes, congressman john lewis, came to harvard yard to unveil a plaque on wadsworth house, documenting the presence of four enslaved inpiduals who lived in the households of two harvard presidents. john lewis said, “we try to forget but the voices of generations have been calling us to remember.” titus, venus, bilhah and juba—their lives change our story. after three centuries, they have a voice. they, too, are harvard.

telling a new story isn’t easy. it can take courage, and resolve. it often means leaving the safe path for the unknown, compelled, as john lewis put it, to “disturb the order of things.” and during your years here you have learned to make, as he urged, “good trouble, necessary trouble.”

for years i have been telling students: find what you love. do what matters to you. it might be physics or neuroscience, or filmmaking or finance. but don’t settle for plot b, the safe story, the expected story, until you have tried plot a, even if it might require a miracle. i call this the parking space theory of life. don’t park 10 blocks away from your destination because you are afraid you won’t find a closer space. don’t miss your spot—don’t throw away your shot. go to where you think you want to be. you can always circle back to where you have to be. this can require patience and determination. steven spielberg was, in fact, late to class his first day as a student at california state university, because, as he put it, “i had to park so far away.” he went on to sneak onto movie sets, no matter how many times he got thrown off.

“you shouldn't dream your film,” he has said, “you should make it!”

perhaps this is the new jurassic parking space theory of life—don’t just tell your story, live it. your future is not a . it’s an attitude, a way of being that can create a new narrative no one may have thought possible, let alone probable:

jeremy lin—harvard graduate, asian-american—changed the narrative of professional basketball, still sizzling with “l(fā)insanity” when you arrived as freshmen.

think about stephen hawking, who spoke to us last month through a speech synthesizer. he changed the narrative of the universe, a story about what ultimately will become of all our stories—one he has been revising since he was your age, when he was given three years to live.

and you are already changing the story:

think of the astrophysics and mythology concentrator who started a mentorship program for women of color to change the narrative of who enters stem fields, and she wrote a science fiction novel to tell a new research-based story about the galaxy.

or think of the second lieutenant—one of 12 new harvard officers—who will serve her country in the u.s. marines, battling not only the enemy, but persistent gender pides. “how will that change,” she says, “unless we start now?”

and think about the pre-med student who found himself literally running away from campus, fleeing in misery, until he suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned back, because he remembered he needed to be at a theater rehearsal where he had stage managing responsibilities. some 20 productions later, he has a theater directing fellowship for next year, and even his parents, as he puts it, now believe “that i am an artist.”

value the ballast of custom, the foundations of knowledge, the weight of expectation. they, too, are important. but don’t be afraid to defy them.

and don’t worry, as you feel the tug of these final days together. i am here to tell you that your harvard story is never done. in 1978, two freshmen watched a screening of the movielove story in the science center. three decades later, they met for the first time. and their wedding story appeared last month in the new york times.

so, congratulations, class of 20xx. don’t forget from whence you came. change the narrative. rewrite the story. there is no one i would rather trust with that task.

go well, 20xx.

哈佛校長福斯特演講中文

人們也許會說哈佛是天堂，充滿了各種難以想象的機遇和好運——確實，我們每個人都有幸在她漫長而成功的歷史中占有一席之地。但這也對我們提出了要求：我們有責任走出自己的舒適區(qū)，尋找屬于我們的挑戰(zhàn)，踐行哈佛奮斗不息的精神。

在我準備今天演講的時候， 我想到了音樂劇《漢密爾頓》中最后那首歌里的問題：

“誰來講述你的故事?”

我想這個問題奠定了你們過去四年大學生活的基調(diào)，也將對你們未來作為哈佛畢業(yè)生和校友的生活產(chǎn)生深遠的影響，無論是作為公民或是領袖——

誰，來講述你的故事?

是你，你要來講述你的故事!

這就是今天我要對你們說的話：講你自己的故事，一個充滿了無限可能性和新秩序的嶄新故事，這是每一代人的任務，也是現(xiàn)在擺在你面前的任務。你在哈佛所接受的文理博雅教育，將會用以下三種重要方式，幫助你去完成這項任務。

“聽別人的建議，做你自己的決定”

講述你的故事意味著發(fā)現(xiàn)你自己是誰——而不是成為別人認為你的誰。你要參考別人的意見，但要做出自己的決定。講述一個別人定義好的或別人希望聽到的故事，那太容易了。

哈佛的傳奇人物之一、可敬的彼得·戈麥斯教授曾說：“不要讓任何人替你把話說完?！?/p>

戈麥斯教授自己經(jīng)?！白韵嗝堋?，令人難以捉摸，但永遠忠于他自己：他是一位劍橋市的共和黨人(注：在哈佛所在的劍橋市，共和黨是少數(shù)派);他是一位浸禮會的牧師，但同時是個同性戀(注：基督教大多不支持同性戀);他是朝圣者協(xié)會的會長，同時又是一位黑人(注：朝圣者協(xié)會白人居多)。

他對自己的信仰堅定不移，他不為外人的期望牽掛束縛。他說：“我的不同尋常，讓開啟新的對話變?yōu)榭赡堋！?/p>

“開啟與他人的對話，傾聽他人的故事”

開啟新的對話，這是我的下一個重點。講述我們自己的故事并不意味著只關注我們自己。講故事是與他人對話，借此探尋更遠大的目標、探索其他的世界、探究不同的思維方式——你所受的教育不是一個真空的大泡沫。

如果我們只講述單一的故事，那將是危險的，就像諾大的場地只有一個逃生口，令所有人變得異常脆弱。單一的故事不一定是假的，但它是不完整的。所有的故事都很重要，不能把單一角度的故事變成唯一的故事。

過去四年，你們感受到了傾聽他人故事的益處，也體驗到了忽略他人故事所帶來的危險。只有意識到，世界上充滿了各種各樣的故事，我們才能想象一個不一樣的未來。21世紀的醫(yī)療是什么樣?能源是什么樣?移民是什么樣?城市將如何設計?面對這些問題，你要問的不是“我會成為什么樣的人”，而是

“我能解決什么問題”?

“在不安和不確定中，不斷修正你的故事”

這也引出了最后一個重點：不斷修正。每個故事其實都只是一個草稿，我們連最古老的傳說都會不斷拿來重提——不管是漢密爾頓將軍的故事、美國獨立戰(zhàn)爭的史詩、亦或是哈佛自己的歷史。

好的教育之所以好，是因為它讓你坐立不安，它強迫你不斷重新認識我們自己和我們周遭的世界，并不斷去改變。

斯蒂芬·斯皮爾伯格將在畢業(yè)典禮上為我們演講，他就曾經(jīng)這樣解釋他創(chuàng)作的基石：“恐懼是我的動力。當我瀕臨走投無路的時候，那也是我遇見最好的想法的時候?！?/p>

大學，不正是這樣一個讓每一個人都接受挑戰(zhàn)、讓每一個人都產(chǎn)生不確定性的地方嗎?

就這樣，大學四年間，你都一直在學習重新講述你的故事：尋找你自己的聲音，將自己放入一個故事中——無論是對氣候變化采取反抗行動，發(fā)現(xiàn)你對統(tǒng)計學的熱衷，還是發(fā)起了一項有意義的運動，你親眼目睹故事不斷被重新講述。

“不要妥協(xié)，直奔你的目標”

這些年，我一直在告訴大家：

追隨你所愛!

去從事你真正關心的事業(yè)吧，無論是物理還是神經(jīng)科學，無論是金融還是電影制片。如果你想好了目的地，就直接往那里去吧。這就是我的“停車位理論”：不要因為覺得肯定沒有停車位了，就把車停在距離目的地10個街區(qū)遠的地方。直接去你想去的地方，如果車位已滿，你總可以再繞回來。

所以在這里，我想祝賀你們，20xx屆的哈佛畢業(yè)生們。別忘了你們來自何處，不斷改變你的故事，不斷重寫你的故事。我相信這項任務除了你們自己，誰也無法替你們完成!

關于bim授課心得體會報告四

“who will tell your story?”

may 24, 20xx

greetings, class of 20xx.

and so it is here—the week of your commencement. the days of miracle and wonder when your theses are written, classes have ended, and you still have free hbo. and so it may seem strange to be gathered here today, as we pause for this ancient and curious custom called the baccalaureate—but here we are, me in a pulpit and you in pews, dressed for a sermon in which i am to impart the sober wisdom of age to the semi-sober impatience of youth. now, it is a daunting task. especially since over the course of four years i have succeeded in disconcerting people on all sides of the many issues that you will soon be discussing with parents and grandparents over dinner—so in addition to a speech, for handy reference i’ve created a placemat for commencement, filled with useful phrases. such as, “it’s ‘final club,’ without an ‘s.’”

now, i am truly privileged today, for you are an extraordinary group. your 80 countries of origin do not begin to describe you.

you may remember the day when we escaped the rain at your freshman convocation, and you heard from me and a phalanx of elders in dark robes: connect, we said, make harvard part of your narrative. take risks, we told you. don’t always listen to us.

and for four years you have distinguished yourselves with dazzling variety: in what may be harvard’s most pergent dozen, you produced six rhodes scholars, including one who broke the world record for standing on a “swiss” exercise ball, plus six athletes invited to the national football league to play ball, players whose interests range from the ministry to curing infectious diseases.

you were good at long distances: you probed the atmosphere of an exoplanet; researched antibiotic use on a pig farm in denmark; and you created a pilot program that cut shuttle times from the quad by half.

you experienced old traditions: the mumps. a class color, orange. and the time-honored lampoon theft of the crimson president’s chair—this time transporting it across state lines to manhattan’s trump tower, for a staged photo op with a then dark-horse presidential candidate.

you found your way: on campus, through a maze of renovations and swing housing; onstage, doing stand-up comedy on nbc, dancing in bogota, and mounting black magic at the loeb; through the halls of business and finance, running an intercollegiate investment fund; and exposing a privacy issue with facebook’s messenger app.

you won, with style and grace: as you captured the first national trophy for harvard mock trial—by being funnier than yale; and then you shellacked the bulldogs in the game for—yes—the 9th straight year; you produced the first ivy “three-peats” in football and women’s track; and brought home the first ivy crown in women’s rugby—how “fierce and beautiful” was that!

and, of course, all this was powered by huds, since 20xx, powered with ceaseless servings of swai.

and you were just plain good: you wrote prize-winning theses on sea level change, a water crisis in detroit; you engineered a better barbecue smoker—and tested it in a blizzard; you joined the fight to end malaria; and earned the award for best hockey player in the ncaa for strength of character as well as skill; you became well connected—to alzheimer’s patients, to kids in kenya, to homeless youth; and, as the inaugural class of ed school teacher fellows, 20 of you are preparing to help high-need students rise.

and i understand you even rested with ambition, as you tried to “netflix and chill.”

you made it all look easy—all while facing blows to the spirit that have tempered and tested you. you arrived just after a breach of academic trust that, by your senior year, produced the first honor code in harvard’s history, events that raised hard questions for all of us: what is success? what is integrity? to whom, or what, are we accountable?

when a hurricane prompted the first harvard closing in 34 years, you rallied with generosity and goodwill—and did so again when we closed for snowstorm nemo—the fifth largest in boston history. and that was just a warm up, so to speak, for the winter of our misery—the worst in boston history—when you sledded the slopes of widener in a kayak.

and when the bombs went off at the boston marathon, in just your second semester, we considered still larger questions: who are we? what matters most? what do we owe to one another? you told me that you became bostonians that day, bonded to a city beyond harvard square, and to each other during the manhunt and lockdown, when the university closed for an unprecedented third time in 6 months.

who can forget the images—of the mayhem, of the people who ran, not for safety, buttoward the danger, into the chaos? the army veteran, who smelled cordite, and expecting more bombs, saved a college student’s life; the man in the cowboy hat, who ripped away fencing in order to reach the most injured. and who can forget the moment when red sox first baseman david ortiz stood in the center of fenway park and said in eleven words of fellowship and defiance that the fcc chose not to censor, though i will today—“this is our [bleeping] city and nobody[’s] gonna dictate our freedom.”

a few months ago as i was lucky enough to be sitting in a broadway theater, absorbing the final number of the musical hamilton, i thought of you, and that fierce spirit of inclusion and self-determination. i watched as eliza, center stage, sang, “i put myself back in the narrative,” and asked the question in the title of her song, “who lives, who dies, who tells your story?,” the spirited summation of a production that, like you, has broken records. like you, has created a new drama inside a very old one.

harvard, one might say, is a bastion of opportunity and unimaginable good fortune—for all of us, who find a place, with varying degrees of comfort, at the center of its long and successful narrative. and yet the burden is on us—to locate the discomfort, to act on the restless spirit of that legacy. as i thought about speaking to you here today, it occurred to me how much the question in that final song has framed your time here, and how much it will continue to affect your lives, as college graduates, as harvard alumni, as citizens and as leaders. who will tell your story?

you. you will tell your story. that is the point that i want to leave you with today. telling your own story, a fresh story, full of possibility and a new order of things, is the task of every generation, and the task before you. and that task is exactly what your liberal arts education has prepared you to do, in three vital ways:

first, telling your own story means discovering who you are, and not what others think you should be. it means being mindful of others, but deciding for yourself. it’s easy to tell a tale that others define, the one they expect to hear. a moment ago i sketched your harvard history. but what did i leave out? one of harvard’s legendary figures and reverend walton’s predecessor, the reverend peter gomes, used to put it this way: “don’t let anyone finish your sentences for you.” he loved being a paradox, an unpredictable surprise, but always true to himself: a republican in cambridge; a gay baptist preacher; black president of the pilgrim society—afro-saxon, as he sometimes put it. playful. unapologetic. unbounded by others’ expectations. “my anomalies,” he once said, “make it possible to advance the conversation.”

advance the conversation. this is my next point. telling our own stories is not just about us. it is a conversation with others, exploring larger purposes and other worlds and different ways of thinking. your education is not a bubble. think of it as an escape hatch, from what nigerian novelist and former radcliffe fellow chimamanda adichie calls “the danger of a single story.” she has observed, “[h]ow impressionable and vulnerable we are in the face of a story.” not because it may be untrue, but because, in her words, “[stories] are incomplete. they make one story become the only story,” even though “[m]any stories matter.” for four years you have learned the rewards of other stories, and the risk of critical misunderstandings when they go unheard—whether those stories emerge from the office for lgbtq life, or the black lives matter movement, or the international conversation on sexual assault—and perhaps most powerfully, from one another. this is precious knowledge. only by knowing that other stories are possible can we imagine a different future. what will medicine look like in the 21st century? energy? migration? how will cities be designed? the question, as one of you wrote in the crimson, is not “what am [i] going to be,” but “what problem do [i] solve?”

which brings me to my final point: keep revising. every story is only a draft. we re-tell even our oldest sagas—whether of hamilton and the american revolution or of harvard itself. the best education prepares you because it is unsettling, an obstacle course that forces us to question and push and reinvent ourselves, and the world, in a new way. steven spielberg, who will speak to us on thursday, has explained the foundation of his powerful storytelling. he says: “fear is my fuel. i get to the brink of not knowing what to do and that’s when i get my best ideas.”

what is a university but a place where everyone should feel equally sure to be unsure? our best discoveries can start out as mistakes. as herbie hancock told us, his mentor jazz legend miles davis, said there is no playing a “wrong” note, only a surprising one, whose meaning depends on whatever you play next.

in the evolving universe of profiles and hashtags and selfies, it seems no accident that you are the class of snapchat—a platform that took hold when you were freshmen and developed with you, from showing “snaps” to telling and sharing “stories”—stories that vanish every day, to be replaced by new stories, free of “l(fā)ikes” or “followers.” an app that, in the words of a founder, “isn’t about capturing … what[’s] pretty or perfect … but … creates a space to … communicat[e] with the full range of human emotion.”

and so for four years you have been learning to re-tell things: finding your voices, putting yourself in a narrative, whether that was demanding action against climate change, discovering that you love statistics, or creating the powerful message of “i, too, am harvard.” you have seen things re-told. even harvard’s story. last month one of my heroes, congressman john lewis, came to harvard yard to unveil a plaque on wadsworth house, documenting the presence of four enslaved inpiduals who lived in the households of two harvard presidents. john lewis said, “we try to forget but the voices of generations have been calling us to remember.” titus, venus, bilhah and juba—their lives change our story. after three centuries, they have a voice. they, too, are harvard.

telling a new story isn’t easy. it can take courage, and resolve. it often means leaving the safe path for the unknown, compelled, as john lewis put it, to “disturb the order of things.” and during your years here you have learned to make, as he urged, “good trouble, necessary trouble.”

for years i have been telling students: find what you love. do what matters to you. it might be physics or neuroscience, or filmmaking or finance. but don’t settle for plot b, the safe story, the expected story, until you have tried plot a, even if it might require a miracle. i call this the parking space theory of life. don’t park 10 blocks away from your destination because you are afraid you won’t find a closer space. don’t miss your spot—don’t throw away your shot. go to where you think you want to be. you can always circle back to where you have to be. this can require patience and determination. steven spielberg was, in fact, late to class his first day as a student at california state university, because, as he put it, “i had to park so far away.” he went on to sneak onto movie sets, no matter how many times he got thrown off.

“you shouldn't dream your film,” he has said, “you should make it!”

perhaps this is the new jurassic parking space theory of life—don’t just tell your story, live it. your future is not a . it’s an attitude, a way of being that can create a new narrative no one may have thought possible, let alone probable:

jeremy lin—harvard graduate, asian-american—changed the narrative of professional basketball, still sizzling with “l(fā)insanity” when you arrived as freshmen.

think about stephen hawking, who spoke to us last month through a speech synthesizer. he changed the narrative of the universe, a story about what ultimately will become of all our stories—one he has been revising since he was your age, when he was given three years to live.

and you are already changing the story:

think of the astrophysics and mythology concentrator who started a mentorship program for women of color to change the narrative of who enters stem fields, and she wrote a science fiction novel to tell a new research-based story about the galaxy.

or think of the second lieutenant—one of 12 new harvard officers—who will serve her country in the u.s. marines, battling not only the enemy, but persistent gender pides. “how will that change,” she says, “unless we start now?”

and think about the pre-med student who found himself literally running away from campus, fleeing in misery, until he suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned back, because he remembered he needed to be at a theater rehearsal where he had stage managing responsibilities. some 20 productions later, he has a theater directing fellowship for next year, and even his parents, as he puts it, now believe “that i am an artist.”

value the ballast of custom, the foundations of knowledge, the weight of expectation. they, too, are important. but don’t be afraid to defy them.

and don’t worry, as you feel the tug of these final days together. i am here to tell you that your harvard story is never done. in 1978, two freshmen watched a screening of the movielove story in the science center. three decades later, they met for the first time. and their wedding story appeared last month in the new york times.

so, congratulations, class of 20xx. don’t forget from whence you came. change the narrative. rewrite the story. there is no one i would rather trust with that task.

go well, 20xx.

哈佛校長福斯特演講中文

人們也許會說哈佛是天堂，充滿了各種難以想象的機遇和好運——確實，我們每個人都有幸在她漫長而成功的歷史中占有一席之地。但這也對我們提出了要求：我們有責任走出自己的舒適區(qū)，尋找屬于我們的挑戰(zhàn)，踐行哈佛奮斗不息的精神。

在我準備今天演講的時候， 我想到了音樂劇《漢密爾頓》中最后那首歌里的問題：

“誰來講述你的故事?”

我想這個問題奠定了你們過去四年大學生活的基調(diào)，也將對你們未來作為哈佛畢業(yè)生和校友的生活產(chǎn)生深遠的影響，無論是作為公民或是領袖——

誰，來講述你的故事?

是你，你要來講述你的故事!

這就是今天我要對你們說的話：講你自己的故事，一個充滿了無限可能性和新秩序的嶄新故事，這是每一代人的任務，也是現(xiàn)在擺在你面前的任務。你在哈佛所接受的文理博雅教育，將會用以下三種重要方式，幫助你去完成這項任務。

“聽別人的建議，做你自己的決定”

講述你的故事意味著發(fā)現(xiàn)你自己是誰——而不是成為別人認為你的誰。你要參考別人的意見，但要做出自己的決定。講述一個別人定義好的或別人希望聽到的故事，那太容易了。

哈佛的傳奇人物之一、可敬的彼得·戈麥斯教授曾說：“不要讓任何人替你把話說完。”

戈麥斯教授自己經(jīng)?！白韵嗝堋?，令人難以捉摸，但永遠忠于他自己：他是一位劍橋市的共和黨人(注：在哈佛所在的劍橋市，共和黨是少數(shù)派);他是一位浸禮會的牧師，但同時是個同性戀(注：基督教大多不支持同性戀);他是朝圣者協(xié)會的會長，同時又是一位黑人(注：朝圣者協(xié)會白人居多)。

他對自己的信仰堅定不移，他不為外人的期望牽掛束縛。他說：“我的不同尋常，讓開啟新的對話變?yōu)榭赡?。?/p>

“開啟與他人的對話，傾聽他人的故事”

開啟新的對話，這是我的下一個重點。講述我們自己的故事并不意味著只關注我們自己。講故事是與他人對話，借此探尋更遠大的目標、探索其他的世界、探究不同的思維方式——你所受的教育不是一個真空的大泡沫。

如果我們只講述單一的故事，那將是危險的，就像諾大的場地只有一個逃生口，令所有人變得異常脆弱。單一的故事不一定是假的，但它是不完整的。所有的故事都很重要，不能把單一角度的故事變成唯一的故事。

過去四年，你們感受到了傾聽他人故事的益處，也體驗到了忽略他人故事所帶來的危險。只有意識到，世界上充滿了各種各樣的故事，我們才能想象一個不一樣的未來。21世紀的醫(yī)療是什么樣?能源是什么樣?移民是什么樣?城市將如何設計?面對這些問題，你要問的不是“我會成為什么樣的人”，而是

“我能解決什么問題”?

“在不安和不確定中，不斷修正你的故事”

這也引出了最后一個重點：不斷修正。每個故事其實都只是一個草稿，我們連最古老的傳說都會不斷拿來重提——不管是漢密爾頓將軍的故事、美國獨立戰(zhàn)爭的史詩、亦或是哈佛自己的歷史。

好的教育之所以好，是因為它讓你坐立不安，它強迫你不斷重新認識我們自己和我們周遭的世界，并不斷去改變。

斯蒂芬·斯皮爾伯格將在畢業(yè)典禮上為我們演講，他就曾經(jīng)這樣解釋他創(chuàng)作的基石：“恐懼是我的動力。當我瀕臨走投無路的時候，那也是我遇見最好的想法的時候?！?/p>

大學，不正是這樣一個讓每一個人都接受挑戰(zhàn)、讓每一個人都產(chǎn)生不確定性的地方嗎?

就這樣，大學四年間，你都一直在學習重新講述你的故事：尋找你自己的聲音，將自己放入一個故事中——無論是對氣候變化采取反抗行動，發(fā)現(xiàn)你對統(tǒng)計學的熱衷，還是發(fā)起了一項有意義的運動，你親眼目睹故事不斷被重新講述。

“不要妥協(xié)，直奔你的目標”

這些年，我一直在告訴大家：

追隨你所愛!

去從事你真正關心的事業(yè)吧，無論是物理還是神經(jīng)科學，無論是金融還是電影制片。如果你想好了目的地，就直接往那里去吧。這就是我的“停車位理論”：不要因為覺得肯定沒有停車位了，就把車停在距離目的地10個街區(qū)遠的地方。直接去你想去的地方，如果車位已滿，你總可以再繞回來。

所以在這里，我想祝賀你們，20xx屆的哈佛畢業(yè)生們。別忘了你們來自何處，不斷改變你的故事，不斷重寫你的故事。我相信這項任務除了你們自己，誰也無法替你們完成!

關于bim授課心得體會報告五

“who will tell your story?”

may 24, 20xx

greetings, class of 20xx.

and so it is here—the week of your commencement. the days of miracle and wonder when your theses are written, classes have ended, and you still have free hbo. and so it may seem strange to be gathered here today, as we pause for this ancient and curious custom called the baccalaureate—but here we are, me in a pulpit and you in pews, dressed for a sermon in which i am to impart the sober wisdom of age to the semi-sober impatience of youth. now, it is a daunting task. especially since over the course of four years i have succeeded in disconcerting people on all sides of the many issues that you will soon be discussing with parents and grandparents over dinner—so in addition to a speech, for handy reference i’ve created a placemat for commencement, filled with useful phrases. such as, “it’s ‘final club,’ without an ‘s.’”

now, i am truly privileged today, for you are an extraordinary group. your 80 countries of origin do not begin to describe you.

you may remember the day when we escaped the rain at your freshman convocation, and you heard from me and a phalanx of elders in dark robes: connect, we said, make harvard part of your narrative. take risks, we told you. don’t always listen to us.

and for four years you have distinguished yourselves with dazzling variety: in what may be harvard’s most pergent dozen, you produced six rhodes scholars, including one who broke the world record for standing on a “swiss” exercise ball, plus six athletes invited to the national football league to play ball, players whose interests range from the ministry to curing infectious diseases.

you were good at long distances: you probed the atmosphere of an exoplanet; researched antibiotic use on a pig farm in denmark; and you created a pilot program that cut shuttle times from the quad by half.

you experienced old traditions: the mumps. a class color, orange. and the time-honored lampoon theft of the crimson president’s chair—this time transporting it across state lines to manhattan’s trump tower, for a staged photo op with a then dark-horse presidential candidate.

you found your way: on campus, through a maze of renovations and swing housing; onstage, doing stand-up comedy on nbc, dancing in bogota, and mounting black magic at the loeb; through the halls of business and finance, running an intercollegiate investment fund; and exposing a privacy issue with facebook’s messenger app.

you won, with style and grace: as you captured the first national trophy for harvard mock trial—by being funnier than yale; and then you shellacked the bulldogs in the game for—yes—the 9th straight year; you produced the first ivy “three-peats” in football and women’s track; and brought home the first ivy crown in women’s rugby—how “fierce and beautiful” was that!

and, of course, all this was powered by huds, since 20xx, powered with ceaseless servings of swai.

and you were just plain good: you wrote prize-winning theses on sea level change, a water crisis in detroit; you engineered a better barbecue smoker—and tested it in a blizzard; you joined the fight to end malaria; and earned the award for best hockey player in the ncaa for strength of character as well as skill; you became well connected—to alzheimer’s patients, to kids in kenya, to homeless youth; and, as the inaugural class of ed school teacher fellows, 20 of you are preparing to help high-need students rise.

and i understand you even rested with ambition, as you tried to “netflix and chill.”

you made it all look easy—all while facing blows to the spirit that have tempered and tested you. you arrived just after a breach of academic trust that, by your senior year, produced the first honor code in harvard’s history, events that raised hard questions for all of us: what is success? what is integrity? to whom, or what, are we accountable?

when a hurricane prompted the first harvard closing in 34 years, you rallied with generosity and goodwill—and did so again when we closed for snowstorm nemo—the fifth largest in boston history. and that was just a warm up, so to speak, for the winter of our misery—the worst in boston history—when you sledded the slopes of widener in a kayak.

and when the bombs went off at the boston marathon, in just your second semester, we considered still larger questions: who are we? what matters most? what do we owe to one another? you told me that you became bostonians that day, bonded to a city beyond harvard square, and to each other during the manhunt and lockdown, when the university closed for an unprecedented third time in 6 months.

who can forget the images—of the mayhem, of the people who ran, not for safety, buttoward the danger, into the chaos? the army veteran, who smelled cordite, and expecting more bombs, saved a college student’s life; the man in the cowboy hat, who ripped away fencing in order to reach the most injured. and who can forget the moment when red sox first baseman david ortiz stood in the center of fenway park and said in eleven words of fellowship and defiance that the fcc chose not to censor, though i will today—“this is our [bleeping] city and nobody[’s] gonna dictate our freedom.”

a few months ago as i was lucky enough to be sitting in a broadway theater, absorbing the final number of the musical hamilton, i thought of you, and that fierce spirit of inclusion and self-determination. i watched as eliza, center stage, sang, “i put myself back in the narrative,” and asked the question in the title of her song, “who lives, who dies, who tells your story?,” the spirited summation of a production that, like you, has broken records. like you, has created a new drama inside a very old one.

harvard, one might say, is a bastion of opportunity and unimaginable good fortune—for all of us, who find a place, with varying degrees of comfort, at the center of its long and successful narrative. and yet the burden is on us—to locate the discomfort, to act on the restless spirit of that legacy. as i thought about speaking to you here today, it occurred to me how much the question in that final song has framed your time here, and how much it will continue to affect your lives, as college graduates, as harvard alumni, as citizens and as leaders. who will tell your story?

you. you will tell your story. that is the point that i want to leave you with today. telling your own story, a fresh story, full of possibility and a new order of things, is the task of every generation, and the task before you. and that task is exactly what your liberal arts education has prepared you to do, in three vital ways:

first, telling your own story means discovering who you are, and not what others think you should be. it means being mindful of others, but deciding for yourself. it’s easy to tell a tale that others define, the one they expect to hear. a moment ago i sketched your harvard history. but what did i leave out? one of harvard’s legendary figures and reverend walton’s predecessor, the reverend peter gomes, used to put it this way: “don’t let anyone finish your sentences for you.” he loved being a paradox, an unpredictable surprise, but always true to himself: a republican in cambridge; a gay baptist preacher; black president of the pilgrim society—afro-saxon, as he sometimes put it. playful. unapologetic. unbounded by others’ expectations. “my anomalies,” he once said, “make it possible to advance the conversation.”

advance the conversation. this is my next point. telling our own stories is not just about us. it is a conversation with others, exploring larger purposes and other worlds and different ways of thinking. your education is not a bubble. think of it as an escape hatch, from what nigerian novelist and former radcliffe fellow chimamanda adichie calls “the danger of a single story.” she has observed, “[h]ow impressionable and vulnerable we are in the face of a story.” not because it may be untrue, but because, in her words, “[stories] are incomplete. they make one story become the only story,” even though “[m]any stories matter.” for four years you have learned the rewards of other stories, and the risk of critical misunderstandings when they go unheard—whether those stories emerge from the office for lgbtq life, or the black lives matter movement, or the international conversation on sexual assault—and perhaps most powerfully, from one another. this is precious knowledge. only by knowing that other stories are possible can we imagine a different future. what will medicine look like in the 21st century? energy? migration? how will cities be designed? the question, as one of you wrote in the crimson, is not “what am [i] going to be,” but “what problem do [i] solve?”

which brings me to my final point: keep revising. every story is only a draft. we re-tell even our oldest sagas—whether of hamilton and the american revolution or of harvard itself. the best education prepares you because it is unsettling, an obstacle course that forces us to question and push and reinvent ourselves, and the world, in a new way. steven spielberg, who will speak to us on thursday, has explained the foundation of his powerful storytelling. he says: “fear is my fuel. i get to the brink of not knowing what to do and that’s when i get my best ideas.”

what is a university but a place where everyone should feel equally sure to be unsure? our best discoveries can start out as mistakes. as herbie hancock told us, his mentor jazz legend miles davis, said there is no playing a “wrong” note, only a surprising one, whose meaning depends on whatever you play next.

in the evolving universe of profiles and hashtags and selfies, it seems no accident that you are the class of snapchat—a platform that took hold when you were freshmen and developed with you, from showing “snaps” to telling and sharing “stories”—stories that vanish every day, to be replaced by new stories, free of “l(fā)ikes” or “followers.” an app that, in the words of a founder, “isn’t about capturing … what[’s] pretty or perfect … but … creates a space to … communicat[e] with the full range of human emotion.”

and so for four years you have been learning to re-tell things: finding your voices, putting yourself in a narrative, whether that was demanding action against climate change, discovering that you love statistics, or creating the powerful message of “i, too, am harvard.” you have seen things re-told. even harvard’s story. last month one of my heroes, congressman john lewis, came to harvard yard to unveil a plaque on wadsworth house, documenting the presence of four enslaved inpiduals who lived in the households of two harvard presidents. john lewis said, “we try to forget but the voices of generations have been calling us to remember.” titus, venus, bilhah and juba—their lives change our story. after three centuries, they have a voice. they, too, are harvard.

telling a new story isn’t easy. it can take courage, and resolve. it often means leaving the safe path for the unknown, compelled, as john lewis put it, to “disturb the order of things.” and during your years here you have learned to make, as he urged, “good trouble, necessary trouble.”

for years i have been telling students: find what you love. do what matters to you. it might be physics or neuroscience, or filmmaking or finance. but don’t settle for plot b, the safe story, the expected story, until you have tried plot a, even if it might require a miracle. i call this the parking space theory of life. don’t park 10 blocks away from your destination because you are afraid you won’t find a closer space. don’t miss your spot—don’t throw away your shot. go to where you think you want to be. you can always circle back to where you have to be. this can require patience and determination. steven spielberg was, in fact, late to class his first day as a student at california state university, because, as he put it, “i had to park so far away.” he went on to sneak onto movie sets, no matter how many times he got thrown off.

“you shouldn't dream your film,” he has said, “you should make it!”

perhaps this is the new jurassic parking space theory of life—don’t just tell your story, live it. your future is not a . it’s an attitude, a way of being that can create a new narrative no one may have thought possible, let alone probable:

jeremy lin—harvard graduate, asian-american—changed the narrative of professional basketball, still sizzling with “l(fā)insanity” when you arrived as freshmen.

think about stephen hawking, who spoke to us last month through a speech synthesizer. he changed the narrative of the universe, a story about what ultimately will become of all our stories—one he has been revising since he was your age, when he was given three years to live.

and you are already changing the story:

think of the astrophysics and mythology concentrator who started a mentorship program for women of color to change the narrative of who enters stem fields, and she wrote a science fiction novel to tell a new research-based story about the galaxy.

or think of the second lieutenant—one of 12 new harvard officers—who will serve her country in the u.s. marines, battling not only the enemy, but persistent gender pides. “how will that change,” she says, “unless we start now?”

and think about the pre-med student who found himself literally running away from campus, fleeing in misery, until he suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned back, because he remembered he needed to be at a theater rehearsal where he had stage managing responsibilities. some 20 productions later, he has a theater directing fellowship for next year, and even his parents, as he puts it, now believe “that i am an artist.”

value the ballast of custom, the foundations of knowledge, the weight of expectation. they, too, are important. but don’t be afraid to defy them.

and don’t worry, as you feel the tug of these final days together. i am here to tell you that your harvard story is never done. in 1978, two freshmen watched a screening of the movielove story in the science center. three decades later, they met for the first time. and their wedding story appeared last month in the new york times.

so, congratulations, class of 20xx. don’t forget from whence you came. change the narrative. rewrite the story. there is no one i would rather trust with that task.

go well, 20xx.

哈佛校長福斯特演講中文

人們也許會說哈佛是天堂，充滿了各種難以想象的機遇和好運——確實，我們每個人都有幸在她漫長而成功的歷史中占有一席之地。但這也對我們提出了要求：我們有責任走出自己的舒適區(qū)，尋找屬于我們的挑戰(zhàn)，踐行哈佛奮斗不息的精神。

在我準備今天演講的時候， 我想到了音樂劇《漢密爾頓》中最后那首歌里的問題：

“誰來講述你的故事?”

我想這個問題奠定了你們過去四年大學生活的基調(diào)，也將對你們未來作為哈佛畢業(yè)生和校友的生活產(chǎn)生深遠的影響，無論是作為公民或是領袖——

誰，來講述你的故事?

是你，你要來講述你的故事!

這就是今天我要對你們說的話：講你自己的故事，一個充滿了無限可能性和新秩序的嶄新故事，這是每一代人的任務，也是現(xiàn)在擺在你面前的任務。你在哈佛所接受的文理博雅教育，將會用以下三種重要方式，幫助你去完成這項任務。

“聽別人的建議，做你自己的決定”

講述你的故事意味著發(fā)現(xiàn)你自己是誰——而不是成為別人認為你的誰。你要參考別人的意見，但要做出自己的決定。講述一個別人定義好的或別人希望聽到的故事，那太容易了。

哈佛的傳奇人物之一、可敬的彼得·戈麥斯教授曾說：“不要讓任何人替你把話說完?！?/p>

戈麥斯教授自己經(jīng)?！白韵嗝堋保钊穗y以捉摸，但永遠忠于他自己：他是一位劍橋市的共和黨人(注：在哈佛所在的劍橋市，共和黨是少數(shù)派);他是一位浸禮會的牧師，但同時是個同性戀(注：基督教大多不支持同性戀);他是朝圣者協(xié)會的會長，同時又是一位黑人(注：朝圣者協(xié)會白人居多)。

他對自己的信仰堅定不移，他不為外人的期望牽掛束縛。他說：“我的不同尋常，讓開啟新的對話變?yōu)榭赡?。?/p>

“開啟與他人的對話，傾聽他人的故事”

開啟新的對話，這是我的下一個重點。講述我們自己的故事并不意味著只關注我們自己。講故事是與他人對話，借此探尋更遠大的目標、探索其他的世界、探究不同的思維方式——你所受的教育不是一個真空的大泡沫。

如果我們只講述單一的故事，那將是危險的，就像諾大的場地只有一個逃生口，令所有人變得異常脆弱。單一的故事不一定是假的，但它是不完整的。所有的故事都很重要，不能把單一角度的故事變成唯一的故事。

過去四年，你們感受到了傾聽他人故事的益處，也體驗到了忽略他人故事所帶來的危險。只有意識到，世界上充滿了各種各樣的故事，我們才能想象一個不一樣的未來。21世紀的醫(yī)療是什么樣?能源是什么樣?移民是什么樣?城市將如何設計?面對這些問題，你要問的不是“我會成為什么樣的人”，而是

“我能解決什么問題”?

“在不安和不確定中，不斷修正你的故事”

這也引出了最后一個重點：不斷修正。每個故事其實都只是一個草稿，我們連最古老的傳說都會不斷拿來重提——不管是漢密爾頓將軍的故事、美國獨立戰(zhàn)爭的史詩、亦或是哈佛自己的歷史。

好的教育之所以好，是因為它讓你坐立不安，它強迫你不斷重新認識我們自己和我們周遭的世界，并不斷去改變。

斯蒂芬·斯皮爾伯格將在畢業(yè)典禮上為我們演講，他就曾經(jīng)這樣解釋他創(chuàng)作的基石：“恐懼是我的動力。當我瀕臨走投無路的時候，那也是我遇見最好的想法的時候?！?/p>

大學，不正是這樣一個讓每一個人都接受挑戰(zhàn)、讓每一個人都產(chǎn)生不確定性的地方嗎?

就這樣，大學四年間，你都一直在學習重新講述你的故事：尋找你自己的聲音，將自己放入一個故事中——無論是對氣候變化采取反抗行動，發(fā)現(xiàn)你對統(tǒng)計學的熱衷，還是發(fā)起了一項有意義的運動，你親眼目睹故事不斷被重新講述。

“不要妥協(xié)，直奔你的目標”

這些年，我一直在告訴大家：

追隨你所愛!

去從事你真正關心的事業(yè)吧，無論是物理還是神經(jīng)科學，無論是金融還是電影制片。如果你想好了目的地，就直接往那里去吧。這就是我的“停車位理論”：不要因為覺得肯定沒有停車位了，就把車停在距離目的地10個街區(qū)遠的地方。直接去你想去的地方，如果車位已滿，你總可以再繞回來。

所以在這里，我想祝賀你們，20xx屆的哈佛畢業(yè)生們。別忘了你們來自何處，不斷改變你的故事，不斷重寫你的故事。我相信這項任務除了你們自己，誰也無法替你們完成!