Unit 1
A CLASS ACT
Florence Cartlidge
风格英文1. Growing up in bomb-blitzed Manchester during the Second World War meant times were tough, money was short, anxiety was rife and the pawnshop was a familiar destination for many families, including mine.
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2. Yet I could not have asked for more enterprising and optimistic parents. They held our family together with hard work, dignity and bucketloads of cheer. My sturdy and ingenious father could turn his hand to almost anything and was never short of carpentry and handyman work. He even participated in the odd bout of backstreet boxing to make ends meet. For her part, our mum was thrifty and meticulously clean, and her five children were always nt to school well fed, very clean, and attired spotlessly, despite the hard conditions.亲爱的用英语怎么说
3. The trouble was, although my clothes were ironed to a knife-edge, and shoes polished to a gleam, not every item was standard school uniform issue. While Mum had scrimped and saved to obtain most of the gear, I still didn’t have the pres cribed blue blazer and hatband.
4. Becau of the war, rationing was in place and most schools had relaxed their attitude towards proper uniforms, knowing how hard it was to obtain clothes. Nevertheless, the girls’ school I attended made it strict policy that each of its students was properly attired, and the deputy headmistress who ran the daily asmbly made it her mission to teach me a lesson.
5. Despite my attempts at explaining why I couldn’t comply, and despite the fact that I was making slow progress towards the full uniform, every day I would be pulled out of line and made to stand on the stage as a shining example of what not to wear to school.
6. Every day I would battle back tears as I stood in front of my peers, embarrasd and, most often, alone. My punishment also extended to being barred from the gym team or to not taking part in the weekly ballroom dancing class, which I adored. I desperately
wished that just one teacher in this horrid school would open their eyes and e all I could do, rather than constantly telling me what I couldn’t do.
7. However, in my 12-year-old mind I had no choice but to e the punishment through.
I knew it was very important not to let my well-meaning mother know about this ritual humiliation. I di
dn’t dare ri sk her coming to the school to speak up for me as I knew the blinkered, hard-nod staff would similarly mortify her and that would mean two of us unhappy and indignant. And, Heaven forbid, if she ever told my father he would have instantly been on the warpath in my defence.
8. Then one day our family won a newspaper competition for a free photographic portrait sitting. I was beside mylf with excitement: my imagination fuelled by glamorous shots of the popular Hollywood temptress. I couldn’t wait to te ll my friends the thrilling news.
converge9. That was, until Mum told me that I would have to wear my best, lace trimmed bright green dress to school that day, as the portrait sitting was straight after class. She had no hint of the torment I faced.
10. There was none of my usual pleasure in putting on the cherished dress that day. Heavy-hearted, I dragged mylf to school, an emerald green target in a a of blue. At asmbly I didn’t bother to wait for the command but trudged up to the stage of my own accord to endure the sniggers of the other girls and the beady eyes of the deputy head.
11. Tears of frustration threatened to break free as I wondered for the umpteenth time why the unfeeling teacher couldn’t look past my clothes for once and e the obedient and eager-to-participa
te young girl beneath.
12. After asmbly our first class was English Literature, my favourite lesson with my favourite teacher. I consoled mylf that I could at least lo mylf in Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities for a while at the back of the class to recover and regain my composure. Imagine my dismay when, immediately the class began, Miss McVee ordered me to come and sit in the front row, directly before her. I slowly ro and, blinking back tears, headed to the front of the class. Surely Miss McVee hadn’t crosd into the enemy camp, too?沪江英语学习
13. With downcast eyes and bowed head, tears once again threatened to betray my dejection, even though I had always tried my hardest not to show how mirable I was at being singled out time after time.
14. As I took my at at the front, Miss McVee cocked her head to one side and looked me up and down carefully. And then she came out with the most welcome ntence I had ever heard at that mean-spirited place.
15. “My dear, I dec lare you are the brightest and loveliest sight in this entire dreary school. I am only sorry that I shall have the pleasure of looking at you for just one lesson and not the entire day.”
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16. The block of ice that was my young heart thawed instantly and my shoulders ro back to their full height. I’m sure the smile I gave that woman must have been the widest she’d ever en. I floated through the rest of the day buoyed by the warmth generated by her thoughtfully chon words.
17. Although English Literature was her forte, that day Miss McVee taught me, and perhaps the whole class, a lesson in compassion that I have never forgotten. She taught me that one kind word in a time of need can last a lifetime. Indeed, her thoughtful words strengthened a part of my soul that has never been weakened by anyone or anything since.
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弗洛伦斯·卡特里奇
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1. 二战时，曼彻斯特饱受空袭之苦。成长在那里，意味着岁月艰难、钱财短缺、心情焦虑，也意味着许多家庭都是当铺的常客，包括我家。
2. 不过，我的父母最是乐观向上。他们用勤劳、自尊和满屋子的欢笑撑起了这个家。我父亲身体结实，心灵手巧，他那双手几乎无所不能，从不缺木匠和手工活儿。他甚至偶尔还会参加偏僻街道的拳
击比赛来补贴家用。我母亲勤俭节约，把家收拾得干净利落。尽管条件艰苦，但她总能让自己的五个孩子吃得饱饱、穿得整整齐齐、干干净净地上学去。
重庆学日语3. 问题是：虽说我的衣服熨得有棱有角，皮鞋擦得铮亮铮亮的，可总有些地方不符合标
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准校服的要求。尽管母亲缩衣节食为我筹到了大部分装束，但我仍然没能凑齐学校指定的蓝色运动上衣和帽圈。
