A. Translate the following letters to a teen magazine and express your attitude toward the two opposing views of the conflict most university students face.

Studying hard Ihave always been that person who takes grades too seriously. In high school I got а В in gym, ruining an otherwise formidable row of A's. I cried for two days. I'm a Virgo. College was no different: I was there to make grades. Of course, that required some discipline. My weekend study regimenwent something like this: On Friday, at around 7:00 PM, I headed off to the reading room in the campus center. At around midnight, I would drive to the Super Stop & Shop, and buy some food. Saturdays, I liked to study in my dorm's laundry room. Sunday nights, I read at a coffee shop. Not only did I do all the reading, but I handed papers in early. As I became increasingly single-minded about studying, I lost all patience for those who were partying. Their rowdy offenses got in my way. I narkedall the time. One Saturday night, I saw three people sloshing beer at one another, inches away from the pool table. Now, the basement lounge was designated as a "common area," and alcoholic beverages weren't allowed. I marched directly to the resident assistant and asked her if I could writethem up– like a citizen's arrest. Another time, the guy who lived next door decided to blastPhil Collins at 1:30 in the morning. I don't like Phil Collins anytime, let alone after a night of memorizing art history slides. I knocked on his door and asked him very politely to obey our hall's "courtesy hours": quiet stereos after 11:00 PM. He ignored me. After five more minutes, I called him up and, impersonating Kathy, the third-floor resident assistant, warned him that if he didn't turn his stereo down, I'd write him up. The music went off abruptly. I didn't get through four years of college without attending a few parties, but the ones that I forced myself to go to were always a fright. Frankly, they were a waste of time: noisy, crowded, disorienting. When I did go to parties, I always left within an hour, back to my dorm, to the order of my books. When you go to college, everyone always expects you to rage. Sometimes it seems like people think there's something wrong with you if you don't drink yourself sick every weekend. But honestly, I needed my A's to reaffirm myself. I once got an exam book on which the teaching assistant had drawn red-ink wings and a haloover the A. Yes, I realize it's sort of over the top. Having a good time Your parents may tell you that college is all about education, your guidance counselor may say it's your opportunity for career training, and your spinster aunt may loudly insist that it's for meeting your spouse. But they probably all agree on one thing: You should lay off the partying. They'll tell you to get plenty of sleep, do your homework, and stay out of trouble. But what none of them are probably willing to admit or understand is that college is actually your very first chance to run your own life. True, being in college isn't like being completely on your own – often, your parents are footingat least part of the bill,which may make them feel like they have the right to tell you what to do. But even if your parents are paying for school, they're not there. Want to go dancing on Monday night? Go ahead. Want to wake up at noon for a 12:15 lecture? Feel free. You're in charge. I was slow to explore, or even understand, the liberties of college. I was so well-trained (did someone say brainwashed?) by my parents to obey the rules of study, neatness, and silence that I think if left to myself, I would have spent every night hunchedover my desk. Luckily, I had a freshman-year roommate who knew much better. Clint was easily the most hyperactive person I had ever met. He did everything – homework, phone conversations, meals – at the same frantic pace. He had no patience for worrying, second-guessing, or over-preparing. When an assignment was done, it was done. And he was out the door. Fortunately, he forced me to join him. He dragged me out to show me what 4:00 AM looks like, what a live band sounds like, and what two hundred dancing classmates smell like. I couldn't believe how much went on between ten at night and five in the morning. "I promise you," Clint would say whenever I resisted another nocturnaladventure, "you're going to learn more hanging outwith me tonight than you will from any of those books." Sure, our nights out meant I had to do my classwork a little smarter, a little faster, in order to keep up. And I saw the sunrise after all-night study sessions as often as I did after raucous parties. But isn't that the college theme: Work hard, play hard? It wasn't so tough. I learned pretty quickly that there's time for both grades and recreation, books and parties. More importantly, there's a motivation, because once you've explored the liberties of college, it would be extremely unfortunate to risk losing them by blowing offa critical exam or research paper.

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