南投縣復臨國際實驗教育機構(Taiwan Adventist International School)

在台灣的教育環境中，有一少數教育體制默默的耕耘著，用不同於傳統教育的方式，灌溉著台灣的莘莘學子，那就是體制外教育。體制外教育指的是與主流體制不同、多半是以一個明確的教育理念為基礎，而南投復臨國際實驗教育機構就是以體制外教育基礎存在著，現在就來看看體制外教育優勢！

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出國念書，是現代許多父母對於孩子期許的一個升學選項，不僅能提升外語能力、增進廣博的見識，也是讓孩子學習獨立自主的最快途徑。然而，台灣教育體制與國外教育體制並不相同，要出國念書須考量學習階段與種種因素，哪些是出國念書準備事項呢？一起來看看吧！

組織力訓練，是一項可以從小就培養的技能，而組織力訓練可以幫助在學習過程的學子們，面對繁多的科目與知識細節時，如何將無相關或者只稱得上片段的記憶，變成一段有效且有意義的畫面。組織力要如何培養呢？現在就告訴大家有哪些組織力訓練方法，讓組織力訓練不再是無聊的人生課題！

暑假來臨，不如為自己規劃一趟南投暑假旅遊行程如何？今天就要來與大家分享2016南投暑假旅遊景點推薦好去處，想讓今年夏天過得更加多彩多姿就千萬不要錯過這篇南投暑假旅遊景點介紹囉！

南投復臨2016畢業舞會來囉！每一年南投縣復臨國際實驗教育機構都會照美國高中文化傳統為應屆畢業生精心準備一場畢業舞會，今年南投復臨2016畢業舞會又有什麼精彩活動與表演呢？就讓我們繼續看下去就知道啦！

每到鳳凰花開畢業季節到來時，孩子未來升學方向與就讀學校就是許多家長的煩惱，大家都希望自己的孩子可以讀到適合他們的科系，可是不是每一間學校的升學輔導都非常完善，今天就要來與大家分享南投復臨國際實驗教育機構升學輔導介紹，到底讀南投復臨的孩子升學輔導是怎麼規劃的？看下去就知道囉！

南投縣復臨國際實驗教育機構一直是中部有名的特色學習機構，到底南投縣復臨國際實驗教育機構有哪些特色呢？今天就要來與大家分享南投復臨教育特色介紹，想知道南投復臨教育特色看這篇南投復臨教育特色介紹就知道了！

The Impact of a “Once”

     Hunting hungrily for clues, cues, patterns, and pieces, there was complete madness in my head. My eyes were sore for hours and I had a throbbing headache. The fuzzy images of the living room went in and out of focus. It troubled my vision, and my conscience was taken over. Our marbled living room floor was also in a chaotic state. It was as if a bomb had fallen directly into my home. Was I trying to decipher a difficult code or maybe even to scheme an evil plan in my young preschool mind? No, it was my first day trying to conquer a peace-offering gift after a stormy, explosive tantrum. The gift was my first 5000-piece jigsaw puzzle.

  My first jigsaw puzzle was the “once” that gave me a change in life. For many people, these puzzles do not make an impact in their life, at least not as big as in mine. Ever since that one day I was newly introduced to jigsaw puzzles, I have loved them. Whenever I received a new one from my dad, I would run up to it and start assembling the complicated mess. My love for these problematic puzzles made me realize something. What I realized was that everything in this world fits somewhere.

 When I was younger, there were times that made me wonder curiously about my future career. There was even a time where I thought that I could be a singer! I loved singing and sang everywhere I went, even in the shower. I claimed that my singing was extraordinary, but of course, it was not. My family had to deal with my awful singing for years and years. Much later on, I found out that my singing was like a nightmare to my family and even to my neighbors. When I felt that I did not fit into this world, I was devastated. The thought of losing a talent, a self, and a place to belong, was like having one of my limbs amputated. It wounded me so deeply that I almost lost hope of ever finding a life career. I threw a tantrum, which was even worse than my singing. This shameful event led to the introduction of my important “once.” This “once,” was my dad presenting me with a box of jigsaw puzzles.  

  I was five, almost six, when I received my 5000-piece jigsaw puzzle. I opened the gift box and stared at the numerous pieces of shapes inside. I was marvelled, even confused. The puzzle was the weirdest looking item I have ever had in my life. My dad told me that I had to look for pieces that go together, and then I would have a picture! I did not believe him. I spent hours and hours in an effort to win this battle against the puzzle, and in the end I lost that battle. My dad came back to find a crying child on the floor. At that moment, he decided to teach me how to solve the jigsaw puzzle. By the end of this incident, I was addicted to jigsaw puzzles. I had found my interest in things that proved to be complicated, and I also found out what I wanted to be in the future. I decided that I want to be a molecularbiologist.  

The Story That No One Believes

  I am an ordinary girl, but my story makes me different. If you are a person who judges a people by rumours, then you will never know who I am. If you ask my friends or even the people who don’t really know me in TAIS who June is, they might answer you like this: “Oh! She is the one who really cares about her grades” or “She is the obedient girl who has good grades.” On the other hand, if you ask my friends in my old Taiwanese system school the same question, they will say, “She is the smart girl, but she never studies.” These
comments reveal only half of my story.  

  I was living with no emotions before I came to TAIS. I felt nothing, especially about grades. Friendship and family didn’t really mean much in my mind too. My heart and mind seemed to be covered by a plastic bag. Sleeping and playing stupid games with my friends

Nursing Home Musing

    Music has always been a part of my life. My older siblings played the violin so I was more than eager to join in with scratchy renditions of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and Jingle Bells. They had to let me join in, otherwise they had no peace from my curious fingers plucking their violin strings as they tried to practice. My little body swelled with joy whenever Mrs. Bishop came for my violin lesson. At the age of three, I did not realize the impact music would have on me, and through me to other people, over the years. 

  I loved to play the violin but I was quite hesitant to perform in front of anyone. Thoughts of "What if I make a mistake? What if they are expect me to play better than I actually do?" constantly swirled around in my punctilious head every time I prepared to play.  Although somewhere in my demanding brain I knew that it was not true, I thought that when people asked us to play it was because they were out of “real musician” options and that our little amateur string quartet was the last resort. These negative thoughts did not help my self worth.  

As an opinionated, slightly fastidious teenager, there was one place I wished I never had to go into again, it was a nursing home. However, that was where I found myself at least once a month, breathing in the stale, putrid air of that awful death-just-around-the-corner smelling place. I was never the picture of joy and usually settle for a well practiced look of boredom. For some reason the residents’ faces always lit up with happiness to listen to my music.

  At a certain nursing home I frequented at least once a month, was a large lady in a wheelchair. She had a blank witless expression, droopy face muscles and was probably on so much medication that her mind was fogged up like condensation on a car window in the cold. I kept my disdain to myself as I set up to play. As we played and sang, the residents seemed to become so much more lively. I cannot remember the exact day this happened, but the particular lady I had been observing, month after month, seemed to wake from her inanimate slumbering. She smiled marginally and even sang along to the hymns and old choruses that we played. She knew them! While watching said lady thoroughly enjoying herself, I felt rather guilty for being so reluctant to go and spend just a small amount of time with these older people, who are shut up in a forlorn building all the time without many visitors. It was on one of these visits that I decided to be more accommodating, and to enjoy myself when I play the violin. So what if the atmosphere was unpleasant and I was terrified to touch anything in fear of contracting something deadly? I was there doing something I loved, bringing joy to the hearts of people who were deprived of love, but I had been letting my selfishness and immature response to my surrounds determined how I acted and treated others less fortunate than I was.