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two oliver barrett fourth (4th grade students) Ipswich, Massachusetts Graduated from Phillips Exeter School Age: 20 Height: 5'11" Weight: 185 lbs Major: Social Studies Excellent students in 1961, 1962 and 1963 In 1962 and 1963, he was selected as the All-Ivy League 1 star team. 1 Ivy means ivy. "Aviation Union" is an exclusive group composed of several famous universities in the northeastern United States. Various inter-school activities are often held within the group, such as ball leagues.In addition to Harvard, universities such as Columbia, Yale, Princeton, Cornell, Brown, Colgate, Daphnemouth, and Pennsylvania participated in the "Aviation Union".

Volunteer: Law Gianni should have seen my résumé on Ball by now.I've repeatedly told team manager Vic Kleiman to make sure she gets a copy. "You too, Barrett, is this your first date with a girl?" "Don't talk nonsense, Vic, or I'll see if I don't take your big tooth." I didn't wave at her (that would be too frivolous) or even look at her as we pre-gamed on the ice.But she probably thought I was peeking at her.I mean, when she takes off her glasses during the national anthem, it's not necessarily out of respect for the flag, is it? Halfway through the second quarter, we were still 0-0 with Dartmouth, but we had the win.That said, David Johnston and I were on the verge of breaking each other's doors.Those bastards in the bud green jerseys saw that the situation was not good, so they ran wild.Look at their momentum, I am afraid that before we break the net and score, they may break a bone or two of us first.The fans have been clamoring for "blood on the stick".In ice hockey, the so-called "blood on the clubhead" means that you really have to bleed, or you have to score.I am the pillar of the team, it can be said that it is my duty, so I have never been afraid of bleeding, and I have always scored goals.

Dartmouth center Al Redding crossed our blue line 1, and I ran headfirst into him, got the ball, and drove right in.This time the fans screamed fiercely.I caught a glimpse of Davy Johnston on the left, but I thought I might as well dribble straight for the goal, because the keeper on the other side was a little less than gutsy, back when he was playing for Deerfield. It terrified me.But before I had time to shoot, the opponent's two defenders had already rushed towards me, so I had to go around the back of the net and try my best to keep the ball.As a result, the three of them got into a mess, and the cue stabbed wildly, either hitting the baffle or hitting each other.When encountering such a scrimmage, my consistent goal is to see whoever wears the opponent's jersey and hit it hard.The ball didn't know whose skates it stepped on. Anyway, we just kept beating each other up.

1 There are two blue lines on the ice hockey rink, which divide the rink into three equal parts. 2 This means that the opposing goalie was on the Deerfield High School ice hockey team before entering Dartmouth College. A referee blew his whistle. "You - sent off, two minutes!" I looked up.The referee pointed at me.I?What did I do to get me off the field? "Hey, referee, what's wrong with me?" He didn't seem to want to waste my time talking with me.He just yelled to the scorer's table, "Number Seven, two minutes out"—and waved his arms in gestures.

I argued for a few words, but that was nothing more than court practice.The audience is always looking forward to the player's disobedience to the referee, no matter how conspicuous the player's foul is.The referee waved me away.I was full of anger and slid to the "penalized player's bench".Climbing into the fence, the skates on the feet stomped on the wooden floor and crackled, and the sound of the loudspeaker next to the ear was even louder: "Harvard's Barrett personal foul. Two minutes out." The audience roared; a few Harvard fans yelled at the two referees for being blind and biased.And I sat there just trying to catch my breath, didn't look up, didn't even watch the game on the rink--the Dartmouths were out on the field right now.

"Your teammates are playing on the court, but what are you doing sitting here?" That was Jenny's voice.I ignored her and just cheered my partner up. "Come on, Harvard, grab the ball!" "What did you do wrong?" This time I turned around and answered.Anyway, she is my girlfriend after all. "I lined up too hard." After I finished speaking, I turned around again and watched my teammates fight against Al Redding's desperate attack to prevent him from scoring. "It's embarrassing, isn't it?" "Jenny, please don't ask if these are good or not, I have to think carefully!"

"What are you thinking?" "Think about how to settle accounts with that bastard Al Redding later!" I looked at the ice rink, and I could only support my partners mentally in this way. "You play so immorally?" My eyes are fixed on our own goal: it is full of green bastards in front of it now.I can't wait to get back on the court as soon as possible.But Jenny just kept pestering me. "Will you also 'reckon' with me in the future?" Without turning my head, I gave her a nod: "If you don't keep your mouth shut, I'll settle accounts with you."

"I am leaving, bye." When I turned around to look, she was long gone.I just stood up to see what happened, but the court notified me that the two-minute penalty time was up.I jumped over the fence in a hurry and went back to the ice rink. Seeing me reappear, the audience is welcome.With Barrett playing wing, Harvard can definitely win!Wherever Gianni was hiding, she couldn't fail to hear the heat of the crowd when I came on.That being the case, it doesn't matter where she is. But where is she? Al Redding snapped a vicious shot that was blocked by our keeper and flew to Gene Kennaway who slapped the ball in front of me.I ran after the ball, thinking I'd take a moment to look up the stands and see if Gianni was there.I really watched it.I really saw her too.She was there.

Before I could recover, I had already sat down. It turned out that two green bastards hit me at the same time, and I was knocked over on the ice.My goodness!I was so embarrassed at that time, I was so embarrassed that I couldn't believe it.Barrett fell!I slipped out, and I could hear the groans and sighs of the loyal Harvard fans, and the loud cheers of the murderous Dartmouth fans. "One more! One more!" What would Jenny think? Dartmouth had the ball again and stormed around our goal, our goalkeeper once again blocked it out.Kennaway catches the ball and passes it to Johnston.Johnston throws a long pass to me (I'm already on my feet).The audience really seemed to go crazy: this time they must be able to score.I caught the ball and flew across the Dartmouth blue line.Two backs from Dartmouth came straight for me.

"Quick, Oliver, quick! Give 'em some power!" I heard Jenny's scream over the din of voices.The cry was really loud.I dodged one guard with a feint and rammed the other so hard he couldn't breathe.I didn't have a solid footing at this time, and I didn't rush to shoot, but passed the ball to David Johnston who was responding on the right.David snapped the ball into the net.Harvard scored! We immediately hugged and kissed again.Dave Johnston and I and the rest of the team hugged, kissed, patted the back for some, and danced around on our skates.The audience burst into cheers.And the guy on the Dartmouth team that I knocked over was still sitting on the ground in a daze.The fans threw the "ball news" in their hands onto the ice rink.This time, it really beat the Dartmouth gang to the ground. (It was just a metaphor; the guard got up and got up again.) We beat them up 7-0.

If I were a sentimental person who loved Harvard so much that I had to hang a picture in my house to commemorate it, it wouldn't be Winthrop Building or Memorial Chapel, It was Dillon.Dillon Gymnasium.If I have a spiritual home at Harvard, it is Dillon Gymnasium.I have a saying that might make Nate Pussey so angry that he would take back my diploma, but I'll say it anyway: Wiedenner is a far cry from Dillon in my mind.During my college years, I went to Dillon Gymnasium every afternoon; I greeted my friends with a few friendly and rude words, and as soon as I took off the cloak of civilization, I became a sports star.After I put on a set of leg pads and knee pads, I put on the No. 7 sweatshirt I was used to (I dreamed that they canceled this number several times, but they never canceled it), took my skates, turned around and went out, all the way to the Watson Ice Rink Walking, at that time my heart really don't mention how beautiful it is! 1 Nathan Pusey, president of Harvard University from 1953 to 1971.Nate is a nickname for Nathan. It will be even better when I return to Dillon later.He took off his sweaty jersey, walked naked to the service desk, and asked for a towel. "How was your game today, Ollie?" "It's okay, Richie. It's okay, Jimmy." So I headed into the shower and listened to people's gossip about who was with whom last Saturday night and how energetic they were. "We got these bitches from 'Mount Ida'1, understand?..." And I also have the privilege of always having a quiet place to think.Because, thank God, I have a bad knee (yes, God: have you seen my draft card?).I always have to put my knee in a hot whirlpool bath after every game.As I sit in the water and look at the swirling circles around my knees, I can count the bruises and scars on my body (which I still admire), and I can take this opportunity to think about it , or simply repose.Tonight I can think about it: I just scored a goal and made a good pass, which practically guaranteed my third consecutive selection to the All-Ivy League All-Star Team. 1 "Mount Ida", alluding to Mount Ida College.It was a small private school in Newton, Massachusetts, for girls only. "Whirlpool bath, Ollie?" That was our coach, Jackie Felt, who also called himself our "spiritual guide." "Felt, what do you think I'm doing with this action? Does it look like I'm playing Shan Yu's tricks?" Jackie grinned silly, giggling. "Know what's wrong with your knee, Ollie? Do you know?" I haven't consulted any of the orthopedic experts in the east. It seems that their skills are not as good as his Felt. "There's something wrong with your diet." I really don't want to hear him. "You don't eat enough salt." Maybe if I say a few words along his lines, he will walk away. "Well, Jack, I'll just eat more salt in the future." God, how happy he is!He walked away, and the smug look on his silly face really surprised me.But I was alone again.My body hurt a little, but it was quite comfortable, so I let my whole body sink into the eddy current, closed my eyes, and finally sat there motionless, with the hot water all the way up to my neck .Ahhhhh! God!Jenny was still waiting outside.Certainly!Must be waiting for me!God, how long have I been here?She only cared about her own comfort, but let her drink the cold wind of Cambridge in the open air!I get dressed right away in record time.He didn't even dry himself out, so he pushed open Di Lon's middle door and rushed out. 1 The eastern city of Massachusetts, near Boston, is the seat of Harvard University. A gust of cold wind blows in the face.Be good, it's so cold.It was dark again.There was a small group of fans outside who hadn't dispersed yet.Those were mostly loyal old hockey fans, old school guys who never took off their leggings and knee pads in their minds.They're all old Jordan Jenks kind of people, whether we're playing at home or away, they'll be there every time there's a game.How could they be so enthusiastic?I mean, Jenks is a big banker.Why are they so enthusiastic? "You fell hard enough, Oliver." "Yeah, Mr. Jenks. You know the way they play ball like that." I'm looking everywhere for Jenny.Is she already gone?Back to Radcliffe alone? "Jenny?" I left the fans behind, ran up three or four steps, and searched in that area desperately.Suddenly she jumped out from behind a short tree.I saw that her whole face was tightly wrapped in a scarf, only two eyes were exposed. "Hey preppy, it's freezing cold outside." Seeing her, my joy is really extraordinary! "Jenny!" I kissed her lightly on the forehead as if without thinking. "When did I give you permission?" she said. "Allow what?" "Allow you to kiss me?" "Sorry. I got carried away." "I'm not like you." There was hardly anyone there except us.It was dark, cold, and late.I kissed her again.But no longer on the forehead, and no longer lightly.I kissed her beautifully for a long, long time.After the kiss, she still grabbed my sleeve and wouldn't let go. "Then I won't like it," she said. "What are you not happy about?" "Look at this strange thing, how can I be so happy in my heart?" We walked back (I had a car, but she had to walk) and Jenny held on to my sleeve all the way.Not by my arm, but by my sleeve.The truth here, you can figure it out for yourself.On the front steps of Briggs Hall I did not kiss her good-bye. "Listen, Jen, I might not call you for a few months." She was silent for a while.It took a long time. Finally she asked, "Why?" "But I may call you as soon as I get back to the dormitory." As soon as I finished speaking, I turned around and walked away. "Bastard!" I heard her mutter under her breath. I whirled around twenty feet away and killed a carbine. "Look, Jenny, you are allowed to scold others. If they want to scold you, will you stop?" I really wanted to see the look on her face, but for tactical reasons, I didn't look back. I stepped into the dorm room to find my roommate, Ray Stratton, playing poker with two mates from the football team. "Yes, beasts!" They really responded with a grunt like a beast. "How's the night going, Ollie?" Ray asked. "Fed a good shot and scored one myself," I replied. "Stop pestering Cavilelli." "None of your business," I replied. "Who are you talking about?" asked one of the burly men. "It's Gianni Cavilelli," Ray replied. "A sour girl who reads music." "I know that girl," said the other guy. "It's a dead piece of shit." I ignored these rude nymphomaniacs, unplugged the phone, and planned to take it to my bedroom. "She played the piano in the Bach club," Stratton said. "Who knows what she played with Barrett?" "I'm afraid this bone is not easy to chew!" Humming, humming, laughing and laughing, all rang out.Those bastards couldn't help laughing. I said as I walked, "Come on, gentlemen, you better go to hell with me." Amidst another barking and dog-biting din, I closed the door, took off my shoes, leaned back on the bed, and dialed Jenny's number. We speak in whispers. "Hi, Jen..." "Ok?" "Zhan... If I tell you, I don't know what you will say..." I paused.She also waited. "I think... I'm in love with you." There was a moment of silence.The voice she answered afterwards was so gentle. "Let me tell you...you are full of nonsense." The phone hung up. I am not unhappy.Not surprised either.