上外版大学英语写作
上外版大学英语写作精选
上外版大学英语写作精选第二册(4)
UNIT 4
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Trying to make some money before entering university， the author applies for a teaching job. But the interview goes from bad to wor
My First Job
While I was waiting to enter university， I saw advertid in a local newspaper a teaching post at a school in a suburb of London about ten miles from where I lived. Being very short money and wanting to do something uful， I applied， fearing as I did so， that without a degree and with no experience in teaching my chances of getting the job were slim.
However， three days later a letter arrived， asking me to go to Croydon for an interview. It proved an awkward journey： a train to Croydon station； a ten-minute bus ride and then a walk of at least a quarter to feel nervous.
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The school was a red brick hou with big windows， The front garden was a gravel square； four evergreen shrubs stood at each corner， where they struggled to survive the dust and fumes from a busy main from a busy main road.
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It was clearly the headmaster himlf that opened the door. He was short and fat. He had a sandy-coloured moustache， a wrinkled forehead and hardly any hair.
He looked at me with an air of surprid disapproval， as a colonel might look at a private who bootlaces were undone. 'Ah yes，' he grunted. 'You'd better come inside.' The narrow， sunless hall smelled unpleasantly of stale cabbage； the walls were dirty with ink marks； it was all silent. His study， judging by the crumbs on the carpet， was also his dining-room. 'You'd better sit down，' he said， and proceeded to ask me a number of questions： what subjects I had taken in my General School Certificate； how
old I was； what games I played； then fixing me suddenly with his bloodshot eyes， he asked me whether I thought games were a vital part of a boy's education. I mumbled something about not attaching too much importance to them. He grunted. I had said the wrong thing. The headmaster and I obviously had very little in common.
The school， he said， consisted of one class of twenty-four boys， ranging in age from ven to thirteen. I should have to teach all subjects except art， which he taught himlf. Football and cricket were played in the Park， a mile away on Wednesday and Saturday afternoons.
The teaching t-up filled me with fear. I should have to divide the class into three groups and teach them in turn at three different levels； and I was dismayed at the thought of teaching algebra and geometry-two subjects at which I had been completely incompetent at school. Wor perhaps was the idea of Saturday afternoon cricket； most of my friends would be enjoying leisure at that time.
I said shyly， 'What would my salary be？' 'Twelve pounds a week plus lunch.' Before I c
ould protest， he got to his feet. 'Now'， he said， 'you'd better meet my wife. She's the one who really runs this school.'
This was the last straw. I was very young： the prospect of working under a woman constituted the ultimate indignity.电热水器什么牌子好
PHRASES & EXPRESSIONS
be short of
not having enough of 缺少
smell of
have， give out the smell of 有的气味
日式味增汤judging by
forming an opinion bad on
attach importance to consider important 重视
in common
shared with someone el 共有的，共同的'
consist of
指导老师意见be made up of
in turn
毕业生鉴定表one after another 轮流
上外版大学英语写作精选第二册(5)
UNIT 5
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Seen through the eyes of a young friend Einstein was a simple， modest and ordinary man.
The professor and the Yo-yo局外人书评
My father was a clo friend of Albert Einstein. As a shy young visitor to Einstein's home， I was made to feel at ea when Einstein said， "I have something to show you." He went to his desk and returned with a Yo-Yo. He tried to show me how it worked but he couldn't make it roll back up the string. When my turn came， I displayed my few tricks and pointed out to him that the incorrectly looped string had thrown the toy off balance. Einstein nodded， properly impresd by my skill and knowledge. Later， I bought a new Yo-Yo and mailed it to the Professor as a Christmas prent， and received a poem of thanks.
As boy and then as an adult， I never lost my wonder at the personality that was Einstein. He was the only person I knew who had come to terms with himlf and the world around him. He knew what he wanted and he wanted only this： to understand wit
hin his limits as a human being the nature of the univer and the logic and simplicity in its functioning. He knew there were answers beyond his intellectual reach. But this did not frustrate him. He was content to go as far as he could.
In the 23 years of our friendship， I never saw him show jealousy， vanity， bitterness， anger， rentment， or personal ambition. He emed immune to the emotions. He was beyond any pretension. Although he corresponded with many of the world's most important people， his stationery carried only a watermark - W - for Woolworth's.
