To Be a Hero Myself
I am a Sagittarius adopting never-ending reveries or fantasies. I have ever kept a seemingly strange，even grotesque fondness for fictional heroic figures, such as Superman, Spiderman, Ironman, Transformers and even the “Ultraman” in Japanese comics, merely dreaming myself as “the One”—an omnipotent superhero with infinite power to have justice done and even rescue human beings from Doomsday. And I have cherished such an illusion since my childhood，it never being worn away by any sophisticated or cynical views. Most of my friends have learned such a secret—calling it “the skeleton in the wardrobe” is more approximate—bringing no response but a scorn for that: “A fascinating tale but a valueless phantom as well, as there exists no such a hero in reality”. Yes, no Superman, no fiction-style hero in my life as no Mega Monster or Frankenstein exists on earth. But it never hinders me from making heroic effort to do my best as I have been always yearning for keeping abreast with them even though I cannot fly or shoot a laser beam.
Once a time, I was singled out for the MUNFDU Conference (Model United Nations Conference at Fudan University) as one of the representatives of my senior middle school. We are the youngest guys with limited experience and deficient skill; whereas all the other teams exactly consisted of freshmen, sophomores or even juniors majoring in international relation or sociology. At first, being out-and-out tyros, all of my teammates got nervous, anxious and even self-inferior, for many of other delegates showed a plain contempt for us. However, coming to an idea that I would respond them with no word but my greatest endeavor made me long to prove that a recruit can do no worse than a veteran anywhere. Setting about making my crazy and feverish “heroic effort”, I exerted myself in the agenda of the Conference regardless of day and night, and immersed myself in my work so much that I could hardly take a record that how long I covered wildly running about in my encumbering leather shoes in the campus when the moon was too sleepy to unveil her face with clouds; how many times I took encouragement from the thought “Hold on, boy! You are the irresistible Superman. And here comes the opportune moment to show your ability! ” while encountering a dilemma; how many times I brainstormed with my partners to a key to the puzzle when the breeze had no interest in joining us in a muggy room, how much I spent on the print fee for reading material, countless instant noodles and coffee for the endless dog-tired workshops; how reluctant I was to keep myself sober, spur myself on when every vessel was drained, every cell was exhausted and every muscle was slack.. Staying up for more than two days, I shared my views with other delegates, negotiated with them to reach an agreement in compromise or intransigent attitude, draft working paper and finally drew up a Draft Resolution according to my wishes.
The Essay on Concept Of A Hero Hamlet Beowulf Time
Stories of yesterday have defied time in the essence that they are eternal. From as early as the tenth century, English authors have found ample ways of sharing their stories with the world. These timeless stories usually involve a threat of some kind with a character who defeats this threat. That character is often called a hero. The epic poem Beowulf and Shakespeare's tragedy of Hamlet are just ...
At the end of the conference, our team was awarded the prize of “Best Delegate” and I, a hundred-percent green hand, a title of “Superman” among my partners. And several college delegates extended their honors to me: “Ted, you are the toughest guy I‘ve ever seen at MUN Conference.”
So was I during the fatiguing MCM (the U.S. Mathematical Contest in Modeling), competing with science genius from Ivy League, and the volunteering service for the EXPO, fronting numberless monotonous enquiring voice every day. Maybe I am a comparatively strange guy merely motivated by such a childish dream or belief that can never be achieved. Whenever being asked that what was the main driving force pushing me forward by my junior schoolmates after getting my admission to Tsinghua University, I instinctively replied them first with a phrase like “Because I am the Superman, I have to do my utmost to do the best. That’s all.” And then they fell into a deep confusion about the inexplicable reason with no exception. I guessed that they must have presumed a more ambitious one in advance such as “To gain an all-round education and lead a splendid lifestyle or a bright future.” But out of their expectations, this is not my style. I like to explore and value the insignificant ego during the process of fighting for my dream as a powerful figure from my inner life, which I desperately need for，not these sophisticated ones chasing for fame through competition.
The Essay on Beowulf Superman Hero Powers
A hero is defined in classical mythology as a man, especially the son of a god and a mortal, who is famous for possessing some extraordinary gift. Beowulf, the title character of an epic poem and Superman, a more modern day hero are both prime examples. Beowulf and Superman exhibit several differences, but they also share some similar qualities. Beowulf possessed great strength that separated him ...
Dream is the mother of a man. What’s more, its point hinges in its orientation and aspiration, but not its practicability. My favorite TV Series, “The Pacific” directed by Steven Spielberg and Tom Hanks, exists such a line: “Wherever we go, we‘ll see our job through.” That’s the way in hero. Even you have undertaken an arduous way and never reached the destination, you can still benefit much from the failure as you have tried your best and overpassed your limitation. That’s why you become the Superman, a hero yourself.
Yes, I am glad to be a hero myself. And this is my story.
