Unit 1
A CLASS ACT
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Florence Cartlidge
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.
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 condition
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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 prescribed blue blazer and hatband.
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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.
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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 didn’t dare risk 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.
conventional8. 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 tell my friends the thrilling news.
9. 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.
flagstaff英豪教育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.
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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-participate young girl beneath.
iciba翻译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 ordere
d 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?
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.
新概念214. 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.
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15. “My dear, I declare 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.”
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.
