位于奥克兰Blockhouse Bay的AIC(Auckland International College),是一所在新西兰华社非常有知名度的私立高中。AIC是新西兰唯一一家全IB课程(International Baccalaureate,国际文凭组织课程,是国际通用的高中学历)学校,也是新西兰拥有IB学生最多的学校。
Solomon校长:在年轻时我曾经担任Tauranga Girls’ College的校长。此后我一直想出去看看这个世界,因此申请了一所新加坡国际学校的工作——United World College of South East Asia,Singapore(世界联合书院)。这是一所非常著名的IB学校,也是最大的IB学校之一,我成为了这所学校的Deputy Head(副校长)。我之所以选择这所学校,不仅因为那是一所负有盛名的学校,更重要的是因为那里的IB课程。
在我还在新西兰担任校长的时候,就一直希望能够引入IB课程。在那里我第一次近距离接触到IB课程,了解到国际学校的运作,感受到了多元文化。在这所学校工作7年后我去了泰国,在那里创办了当地第一所IB学校Prem Tinsulanonda International School(泰国普林国际学校),负责学校的全面工作。
Not understood, we move along asunder; Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep Along the years; we marvel and we wonder Why life is life, and then we fall asleep Not understood.
Not understood, we gather false impressions And hug them closer as the years go by; Till virtues often seem to us transgressions; And thus men rise and fall, and live and die Not understood.
Not understood! Poor souls with stunted vision Oft measure giants with their narrow gauge; The poisoned shafts of falsehood and derision Are oft impelled ‘gainst those who mould the age, Not understood.
Not understood! The secret springs of action Which lie beneath the surface and the show, Are disregarded; with self-satisfaction We judge our neighbours, and they often go Not understood.
Not understood! How trifles often change us! The thoughtless sentence and the fancied slight Destroy long years of friendship, and estrange us, And on our souls there falls a freezing blight; Not understood.
Not understood! How many breasts are aching For lack of sympathy! Ah! day by day How many cheerless, lonely hearts are breaking! How many noble spirits pass away, Not understood.
O God! that men would see a little clearer, Or judge less harshly where they cannot see! O God! that men would draw a little nearer To one another, — they’d be nearer Thee, And understood.
Not understood, we move along asunder; Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep Along the years; we marvel and we wonder Why life is life, and then we fall asleep Not understood.
Not understood, we gather false impressions And hug them closer as the years go by; Till virtues often seem to us transgressions; And thus men rise and fall, and live and die Not understood.
Not understood! Poor souls with stunted vision Oft measure giants with their narrow gauge; The poisoned shafts of falsehood and derision Are oft impelled ‘gainst those who mould the age, Not understood.
Not understood! The secret springs of action Which lie beneath the surface and the show, Are disregarded; with self-satisfaction We judge our neighbours, and they often go Not understood.
Not understood! How trifles often change us! The thoughtless sentence and the fancied slight Destroy long years of friendship, and estrange us, And on our souls there falls a freezing blight; Not understood.
Not understood! How many breasts are aching For lack of sympathy! Ah! day by day How many cheerless, lonely hearts are breaking! How many noble spirits pass away, Not understood.
O God! that men would see a little clearer, Or judge less harshly where they cannot see! O God! that men would draw a little nearer To one another, — they’d be nearer Thee, And understood.