Главная страница карта сайта печать

Видео интервью

Дру­гие ин­тервью


Отк­ры­та ус­лу­га mock in­tervi­ew! Го­товы ли Вы к ин­тервью с при­ем­ной ко­мис­си­ей?

далее »

Примеры эссе

HR Management
Мне всег­да нра­вилось ра­ботать с людь­ми, по­это­му еще в шко­ле я оп­ре­дели­ла для се­бя эту сте­зю. Это, дей­стви­тель­но, очень ин­те­рес­но по­нять внут­ренние цен­ности че­лове­ка, его стрем­ле­ния, це­ли. По­нима­ние лю­дей есть ключ к дос­ти­жению эф­фектив­ности их ра­боты. Далее…

Lt. Col. Frank Slade Addresses Baird School Disciplinary Hearing ("Scent of a Woman" 1992)

Mr. Trask: Mr. Sims, you are a co­ver-up ar­tist and you are a li­ar.

Mr. Sla­de: But not a snitch.

Mr. Trask: Ex­cu­se me?

Mr. Sla­de: No, I don’t think I will.

Mr. Trask: Mr. Sla­de.

Mr. Sla­de: This is such a crock of shit.

Mr. Trask: Ple­ase watch your lan­gu­age, Mr. Sla­de. You are in the Ba­ird Scho­ol not a bar­racks. Mr. Sims, I will gi­ve you one fi­nal op­portu­nity to spe­ak up.

Mr. Sla­de: Mr. Sims do­esn’t want it. He do­esn’t ne­ed to la­beled: «Still wort­hy of be­ing a ’Ba­ird Man. ’» What the hell is that? What is your mot­to he­re? «Bo­ys, in­form on your class­ma­tes, sa­ve your hi­de» — anyt­hing short of that we’re gon­na burn you at the sta­ke? Well, gent­le­men, when the shit hits the fan so­me gu­ys run and so­me gu­ys stay. He­re’s Char­lie fa­cing the fi­re; and the­re’s Ge­or­ge hi­din’ in big Dad­dy’s poc­ket. And what are you do­in’? You’re gon­na re­ward Ge­or­ge and dest­roy Char­lie.

Mr. Trask: Are you fi­nis­hed, Mr. Sla­de?

Sla­de: No, I’m just get­tin’ war­med up. I don’t know who went to this pla­ce, Wil­li­am Ho­ward Taft, Wil­li­am Jen­nings Bry­an, Wil­li­am Tell — who­ever. The­ir spi­rit is de­ad — if they ever had one — it’s go­ne. You’re bu­il­ding a rat ship he­re. A ves­sel for sea go­in’ snitc­hes. And if you think your pre­paring the­se min­nows for man­ho­od you bet­ter think aga­in. Be­ca­use I say you are kil­ling the ve­ry spi­rit this ins­ti­tuti­on proc­la­ims it ins­tills! What a sham. What kind of a show are you gu­ys put­tin’ on he­re to­day. I me­an, the on­ly class in this act is sit­tin’ next to me. And I’m he­re to tell ya this boy’s so­ul is in­tact. It’s non-ne­goti­ab­le. You know how I know? So­me­one he­re — and I’m not gon­na say who — of­fe­red to buy it. On­ly Char­lie he­re wasn’t sel­lin’.

Mr. Trask: Sir, you are out of or­der!

Mr. Sla­de: Out­ta or­der? I’ll show you out­ta or­der! You don’t know what out­ta or­der is, Mr. Trask! I’d show you but I’m too old; I’m too ti­red; I’m too fuc­kin’ blind. If I we­re the man I was fi­ve years ago I’d ta­ke a FLA­ME-THRO­WER to this pla­ce! Out­ta or­der. Who the hell you think you’re tal­kin’ to? I’ve be­en aro­und, you know? The­re was a ti­me I co­uld see. And I ha­ve se­en bo­ys li­ke the­se, youn­ger than the­se, the­ir arms torn out, the­ir legs rip­ped off. But the­re isn’t not­hin’ li­ke the sight of an am­pu­tated spi­rit; the­re is no prost­he­tic for that. You think you’re me­rely sen­din’ this splen­did fo­ot-sol­di­er back ho­me to Ore­gon with his ta­il bet­we­en his legs, but I say you are exe­cutin’ his SO­UL!! And why?! Be­ca­use he’s not a Ba­ird man! Ba­ird men, ya hurt this boy, you’re go­ing to be Ba­ird Bums, the lot of ya. And Har­ry, Jim­my, Trent, whe­rever you are out the­re, FUCK YOU too!

Mr. Trask: Stand down, Mr. Sla­de!

Sla­de: I’m not fi­nis­hed! As I ca­me in he­re, I he­ard tho­se words, «crad­le of le­aders­hip.» Well, when the bow bre­aks, the crad­le will fall. And it has fal­len he­re; it has fal­len. Ma­kers of men; cre­ators of le­aders; be ca­reful what kind of le­aders you’re pro­ducin’ he­re. I don’t know if Char­lie’s si­len­ce he­re to­day is right or wrong. I’m not a jud­ge or ju­ry. But I can tell you this: he won’t sell any­body out to buy his fu­ture!! And that, my fri­ends, is cal­led in­tegri­ty! That’s cal­led co­ura­ge! Now that’s the stuff le­aders sho­uld be ma­de of. Now I ha­ve co­me to the cross­ro­ads in my li­fe. I al­wa­ys knew what the right path was. Wit­ho­ut ex­cepti­on, I knew. But I ne­ver to­ok it. You know why? It was too damn hard. Now he­re’s Char­lie. He’s co­me to the cross­ro­ads. He has cho­sen a path. It’s the right path. It’s a path ma­de of prin­ciple — that le­ads to cha­rac­ter. Let him con­ti­nue on his jo­ur­ney.

You hold this boy’s fu­ture in your hands, com­mittee. It’s a va­lu­ab­le fu­ture. Be­li­eve me. Don’t dest­roy it! Pro­tect it. Emb­ra­ce it. It’s gon­na ma­ke ya pro­ud one day — I pro­mise you.