【文章內(nèi)容簡介】 扎實實地學習，力求學得多一些，學得深一些，理解得透一些。二要統(tǒng)籌安排，合理解決黨校培訓與日常學習之間的矛盾，遵守培訓紀律和有關(guān)規(guī)定。三要多和其他學員溝通、交流，以達到學有所樂、學有所獲，相互促進、共同提高的目的。這次培訓我們安排了小組討論互動，希望大家認真準備，積極參與。學員們，我們要勇敢肩負起時代賦予的重任，志存高遠，腳踏實地，努力在實現(xiàn)中華民族偉大復興的中國夢的生動實踐中放飛青春夢想。最后，預祝本期培訓班圓滿成功， 謝謝大家。大學教授開學典禮新聞稿 大學開幕式新聞稿篇八“who will tell your story?”may 24, 20xxgreetings, class of 20xx.and so it is here—the week of your mencement. 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 semisober 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 mencement, 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 spanergent 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 timehonored 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 darkhorse presidential candidate.you found your way: on campus, through a maze of renovations and swing housing。 onstage, doing standup edy 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 “threepeats” 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 prizewinning 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 highneed 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 selfdetermination. 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