Time is like a sharp knife。
It can carve hard lines on beautiful faces and wear out youth year afteryear，but using it well can make a piece of simple stone into a great statue。St。 Mary Academy is still a simple piece of white stone briefly carved，but astime marches on，duanwenw，。 it may be spoiled by dust，worn out by weather，orbroken into separate pieces。 It may be also carefully carved by knife intowonderful statues。 Everyone at school，including our schoolmates，controls thisknife。
If I have a chance to live to be an old woman，I shall，in my peacefuldreams，seek the old paths leading through the trees which I used to travel downin my earlier days。 The old bell tower，standing in the golden sunlight，makes aslow，solemn1 sound as girls pour into the church like a stream。 There they willkneel，pray and whisper to their spiritual Lord about the little things in theirlives。 They will ask him to help them in reaching their future goals and I canhear the old church tower whisper in return，“Yes，St。 Mary certainly possessesthe most hard-working girls that shall glorify2 her with their brightfutures!”
What I feel when I hear these words depends on whether I have done anythingmeaningful over the years。 If I have been successful，I will smile with prideand contentment，for I have taken a part，though a very small part，in carvingout，with the knife of time，this wonderful model of school life。
