Differently Today,I read a article about Abby's work dairy that made me connect it with recent things which I am thinking of. '' After several attempts at aTango turn,I still could not reach the right landing places. Damian guided me one time after another.Finally he said,''Do something different. It doesn't matter if you are still wrong,just try other things.'' What I had been doing was obviously not working. Similarly,my parents gave a useful advice when I was a little girl. They said that if someone fails to understand what we mean,we cannot keep repeating the same words. We must rephrase. We must try to say things differently. A simple concept,''differently'',but as we became attached to certain ways and ideas,sometimes we forget this.Our sense of alternatives fades in the blinding hope that what we've chosen will eventually right itself---maybe not now,but definitely later. So we keep going,runnig at full speed,head first into concreate walls. Each time my Tango turn finished at exactly the same place: the wrong place. And whatever it is we have been insisting on saying, the others still don't understand. Yet these moments are relatively easy to recognize. What is more challenging is when '' differently'' is needed beyond the instant. As our commitment for a project or a vision strengthens, it becomes harder and harder to think of trying anything else. But maybe these divergences are the solutions we need.'' These days I started reexamining my own attempt at the thoughts of studies. It's seemed that God arranged by stealth.That time,I had a difficulty resloving math problems,so I raised my courage to ask a teacher who taught me math and science in junior high. He is as patient and kindly as ever to account the process of resloving math problems again and again. After resloving problems,he gave me some pieces of advice. continue...