Danh ngôn của Nancy Roman
I still remember asking my high school guidance teacher for permission to take a second year of algebra instead of a fifth year of Latin. She looked down her nose at me and sneered, 'What lady would take mathematics instead of Latin?'
I still remember asking my high school guidance teacher for permission to take a second year of algebra instead of a fifth year of Latin. She looked down her nose at me and sneered, 'What lady would take mathematics instead of Latin?'
Tôi vẫn nhớ mình đã xin phép giáo viên hướng dẫn ở trường trung học của mình để học năm thứ hai đại số thay vì năm thứ năm tiếng Latinh. Cô ấy khinh thường nhìn tôi và chế nhạo, 'Quý cô nào lại học toán thay vì tiếng Latin?'
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