2021年山西特岗教师中小学英语考试真题及答案解析(3)树木名称
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In 1974，after filling out fifty applications，going through four interviews，and winning one offer，I took what I could get—a teaching job at what I considered a distant wild area：western New Jery.My characteristic optimism was alive only when I reminded mylf that I would be doing what I had wanted to do since I was fourteen—teaching English.
透析英语法 School started，but I felt more and more as if I were in a foreign country.Was this rural area really New Jery？My students took a week off when hunting ason began.I was told they were also frequently abnt in late October to help their fathers make hay on the farms.I was a young woman from New York City，who thought that“Make hay while the sun shines〞 just meant to have a good time.
But，still，I was teaching English.I worked hard，taking time off only to eat and sleep.A
nd then there was my sixth-grade class—venteen boys and five girls who were only six years younger than me.I had a problem long before I knew it.I was struggling in my work as a young idealistic teacher.I wanted to make literature e alive and to promote a love of the written word.The students wanted to throw spitballs and whisper dirty words in the back of the room.
托福报名 In college I had been taught that a successful educator should ignore bad behavior.So I did，confident that，as the textbook had said，the bad behavior would disappear as I gave my students positive attention.It sounds reasonable，but the text evidently ignored the fact that humans，particularly teenagers，rarely em reasonable.By the time my boss，who was also my taskmaster，known to be the strictest，most demanding，most quick to fire inexperienced teachers，came into the classroom to obrve me，the students exhibited very little good behavior to prai.My boss sat in the back of the room.The boys in the class were making animal nois，hitting each other while the girls filed their nails or read magazines.I just pretended it all wasn’t happening，and went on lecturing and tried to ask some inspiring questions.My boss，sitting in the back of room，
emed to be growing bigger and bigger.After twenty minutes he left，silently.Visions of unemployment marched before my eyes.
I felt mildly victorious that I got through the rest of class without crying，but at my next free period I had to face him.I wondered if he would let me finish out the day.I walked to his office，took a deep breath，and opened the door.
He was sitting in his chair，and he looked at me long and hard.I said nothing.All I could think of was that I was not an English teacher；I had been lying to mylf，pretending that everything was fine.
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When he spoke，he said simply，without accusation，“You had nothing to say to them.〞
“You had nothing to say to them.〞he repeated.“No wonder they’re bored.Why not get to the meat of the literature and stop talking about symbolism.Talk with them，not at them.And more important，why do you ignore their bad behavior？〞We talked.He name
d my problems and offered solutions.We role-played.He was the bad student，and I was the forceful，yet，warm，teacher.
As the year progresd，we spent many hours discussing literature and ideas about human beings and their motivations.He helped me identify my weakness and my strengths.In short，he made a teacher of me by teaching me the reality of Emerson’s words：“The cret to education lies in respecting the pupil.〞buttonhole
Fifteen years later I still drive that same winding road to the same school.Thanks to the help I received that difficult first year，the school is my home now.
43: Which of the following gives the writer a n of mild victory
A．Her talk about symbolism sounded convincing.商誉减值
B．Her students behaved a little better than usual.
C．She managed to finish the class without crying.
44: What is the writer’s biggest worry after her taskmaster’s obrvation of her classwbi
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东海大学>阶梯英语学校 A．She might lo her teaching job.
