Lập English club Hà đông - Sư khởi đầu mới mẻ!

Oops... too bad! How stupid I was.
I was so excited when learning that there is a E club in Hadong, so much that I thought you guys are just going to establish it. I, after double checking, realised that the club has been established for a while. Hihi... My previous post looked so ridiculous. Sorry so much for that.
And in order to compensate for my mistake, I will help hangcayxanh write the letter as follows:
"I am studying in the Instutute of Information Technology and my address is:....
I used to go home once a month normally before since I was kind of homesick for the first time far from my home. Still, I cannot go home regularly now because of being busy in studying. My parent have never come to visit me since they are too busy but just phone me. My email account has recently not worked properly and I can just log in now...."
It is ok, everyone?

mr Thắng ơi thứ 2 có đi không ạ

Love story
Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left.
Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No, I can''''''''t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."
Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can''''''''t help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat." Vanity answered.
Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness, let me go with you." "Oh....Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"
Happiness passed by Love too, but he was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!
Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went his own way.
Love realizing how much he owed the elder and asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?" "It was Time," Knowledge answered. "Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because, only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."

haa... such a nice & smart story!
Thanks a lot, caocuongng

sorry mọi người. Dạo này em bận quá nên không vào đây được
Có vụ cãi nhau hay quá mà không được tham gia.
Bác Haio thỉng thoảng vào đây post bài bằng tiếng anh nha.
hôm nào rỗi em giới thiệu cho 1 chị hay lắm.
Mai clb học mong bác lại đến chỉ giáo cho mọi người

The Right Moves
by: Tom Crabtree,
One day, many years ago, when I was working as a psychologist at a children''s institution in England, an adolescent boy showed up in the waiting room. I went out there where he was walking up and down restlessly.
I showed him into my office and pointed to the chair on the other side of my desk. It was in late autumn, and the lilac bush outside the window had shed all its leaves. "Please sit down," I said.
David wore a black rain coat that was buttoned all the way up to his neck. His face was pale, and he stared at his feet while wringing his hands nervously. He had lost his father as an infant, and had lived together with his mother and grandfather since. But the year before David turned 13, his grandfather died and his mother was killed in a car accident. Now he was 14 and in family care.
His head teacher had referred him to me. "This boy," he wrote, "is understandably very sad and depressed. He refuses to talk to others and I''m very worried about him. Can you help?"
I looked at David. How could I help him? There are human tragedies psychology doesn''t have the answer to, and which no words can describe. Sometimes the best thing one can do is to listen openly and sympathetically.
The first two times we met, David didn''t say a word. He sat hunched up in the chair and only looked up to look at the children''s drawings on the wall behind me. As he was about to leave after the second visit, I put my hand on his shoulder. He didn''t shrink back, but he didn''t look at me either.
"Come back next week, if you like," I said. I hesitated a bit. Then I said, "I know it hurts."
He came, and I suggested we play a game of chess. He nodded. After that we played chess every Wednesday afternoon - in complete silence and without making any eye contact. It''s not easy to cheat in chess, but I admit that I made sure David won once or twice.
Usually, he arrived earlier than agreed, took the chessboard and pieces from the shelf and began setting them up before I even got a chance to sit down. It seemed as if he enjoyed my company. But why did he never look at me?
"Perhaps he simply needs someone to share his pain with," I thought. "Perhaps he senses that I respect his suffering." One afternoon in late winter, David took off his rain coat and put it on the back of the chair. While he was setting up the chess pieces, his face seemed more alive and his motions more lively.
Some months later, when the lilacs blossomed outside, I sat starring at David''s head, while he was bent over the chessboard. I thought about how little we know about therapy - about the mysterious process associated with healing. Suddenly, he looked up at me.
"It''s your turn," he said.
After that day, David started talking. He got friends in school and joined a bicycle club. He wrote to me a few times ("I''m biking with some friends and I feel great"); letters about how he would try to get into university. After some time, the letters stopped. Now he had really started to live his own life.
Maybe I gave David something. At least I learned a lot from him. I learned how time makes it possible to overcome what seems to be an insuperable pain. I learned to be there for people who need me. And David showed me how one - without any words - can reach out to another person. All it takes is a hug, a shoulder to cry on, a friendly touch, a sympathetic nature - and an ear that listens.

Em biet Haio là ai rồi hả NA ?

Anh moi ve den HN ! Mai anh cố đi

bác thắng đi đc thì nhắn tin cho em nhé,để em còn chuẩn bi topic.Không thi đến lại không có gì để nói

thanks for your kind words,
welcome u joint HDEC