freshstart课文翻译

freshstart课文翻译

fresh start课文翻译

我需要一个新的挑战，换个地方fresh start。小编为大家整理的

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fresh start课文翻译

I first began to wonder what I was doing on a college campus

anyway when my parents drove off, leaving me standing pitifully

in a parking lot, wanting nothing more than to find my way safely

to my dorm room. The fact was that no matter how mature I liked

to consider mylf, I was feeling just a bit first-gradish. Adding to

my distress was the distinct impression that everyone on campus

was watching me. My plan was to keep my ears open and my

mouth shut and hope no one would notice I was a freshman.

With that thought in mind, I raid my head, squared my

shoulders, and t out in the direction of my dorm, glancing (and

then ever so discreetly) at the campus map clutched in my hand.

It took everything I had not to stare when I caught my first

glimp of a real live college football player. What confidence,

what rerve, what muscles! I only hoped his attention was drawn

to my airs of assurance rather than to my shaking knees. I spent

the afternoon eking out each of my classrooms so that I could

make a perfectly timed entrance before each lecture without

having to ask dumb questions about its whereabouts.

The next morning I found my first class and marched in. Once

I was in the room, however, another problem awaited me. Where

to sit? Freshmen manuals advid sitting near the front, showing

the professor in intelligent and energetic demeanor. After

deliberation, I cho a at in the first row and to the side. I was

in the foreground (as advid), but out of the professor’s direct

line of vision.

I cracked my anthology of American literature and scribbled

the date at the top of a crisp ruled page. “Welcome to Biology

101,” the professor began. A cold sweat broke out on the back

of my neck. I groped for my schedule and checked the room

number. I was in the right room. Just the wrong building.

So now what? Get up and leave in the middle of the lecture?

Wouldn’t the professor be angry? I knew everyone would stare.

Forget it ,I ttled into my chair and tried to assume the scientific

po of a biology major ,blending slightly forward, tensing my

arms in preparation for furious notetaking, and cursing under my

breath. The bottled snakes along the wall should have tipped me

off.

After class I decided my stomach (as well as my ego) needed

a little nourishment, and I hurried to the cafeteria. I accidentally

stepped in a large puddle of ketchup. Keeping mylf upright and

getting out of the mess was not going to be easy, and this flailing

of

my feet was doing not good. Just as I decided to try another

maneuver, my food tray tipped and I lost my balance. As my rear

end met the floor, I saw my entire life pass before my eyes: it

ended with my first day of college class.

In the conds after my fall I thought how nice it would be if

no one had noticed. But as all the students in the cafeteria came

to their feet, table by table, cheering and clapping, I knew they

had not only noticed ,they were determined that I would never

forget it. Slowly I kicked off my ketchup-soaked sandals and

jumped clear of the toppled tray and spilled food. A cleanup

brigade came charging out of the kitchen, mops in the hand. I

sneaked out of the cafeteria as the cheers died down behind me.

For three days I dined alone on nothing more than

humiliation, shame, and an assortment of junk food from a

machine strategically placed outside my room. On the fourth day

I couldn’t take another crunchy-chewy-saltly-sweet bite. I

needed some real food. Perhaps three days was long enough for

the campus population to have forgotten me. So off to the

cafeteria I went.

I made my way through the food line and tiptoed to a table,

where I collapd in relief. Suddenly I heard a crash that sounded

vaguely familiar. I looked up to e that another poor soul had

met the fate I’d thought was rerved only for me. I was even

more surprid when I saw who the poor soul was: the very

compod, very upper class football player I’d en just days

before (thought he didn’t look quite so compod wearing

spaghetti on the front of his shirt). My heart went out to him as

people began to cheer and clap as they had for me. He got up,

hands held high above his head in a victory clasp , grinning from

ear to ear. I expected him to slink out of the cafeteria as I had,

but instead he turned around and began preparing another tray.

And that’s when I realized I had been taking mylf far too

riously.

What I had interpreted as a malicious attempt to embarrass

a na?ve freshman had been merely a moment of college fun.

Probably everyone in the cafeteria had done something equally

dumb when he or she was a freshman－and had lived to tell

about it.

Who cared whether I dropped a tray, where I sat in class, or

even whether I showed up in the wrong lecture? Nobody. This

wasn’t like high school. Popularity was not so important:

running with the crowd was no longer a law of survival. In college,

it didn’t matter. This was my bid chance to do my own thing, be

my own woman－if I could get past my preoccupation with doing

everything perfectly.

Once I recognized that I had no one’s expectations to live

up to but my own, I relaxed. The shackles of lf-consciousness

fell away, and I began to view college as a wonderful experiment.

I tried on new experiences like articles of clothing, checking their

fit and

judging their worth. I broke a few rules to test my conscience.

I dresd a little differently until I found the Real Me. I discovered

a taste for jazz, and I decided I like going barefoot .

I gave up trying to act my way through college (this wasn’t

drama school) and began not acting at all. College, I decided, was

probably the only time I would be completely forgiven for

massive mistake (including stepping in puddles of ketchup and

dropping food trays). So I ud the opportunity to make all the

ones I thought I’d never make.

Three years after graduation, I’m still making mistakes. And

抖的膝盖。我花了一下午的时间来找每一间教室的位置，这样以后上

课时就可以准时赶到，而不用问我们教室在哪儿这样愚蠢的问题。

第二天的早上我去上第一节课。然而我刚进教室，又遇到了另一

件麻烦事。我该坐哪儿呢?新生手册上说我们最好尽量往前坐。这样就

会给教授留下聪明好学又精力旺盛的印象。仔细考虑之后，我选择了

第一排靠边的一个位置。虽然我坐在前排，但是没有在教授的视线范

围之内。

我打开了我的美国文学选集然后在排版整齐的书上随便地写上日

期。“欢迎来到101教室的生物课堂，”教授开始了他的开场白。然

而我的脖子后面却冷汗直冒，我摸到了我的时间表，然后校对了一下

门牌号。我才发现我进对了教室却跑错了教学楼。

现在怎么办呢?上课期间起身离开?这样教授难道不会生气吗?我知

道如果这样每个人都会盯着我看。别胡思乱想了。我坐在椅子上装成

生物专业的学生的样子，身体稍微地向前倾，我绷紧胳膊准备疯狂地

做笔记，并悄悄地骂娘。墙上挂着的那些瓶装的蛇似乎也在暗示我应

该认真点。

下课后我饿的肚子直叫，于是我飞奔到自助餐厅。我的托盘上放

着美味的三明治然后便走向了卖色拉的窗口，结果一不小心踩上了一

在第四天的时候，我实在受不了那些嘎吱嘎吱又不易嚼碎不仅甜而且

咸的垃圾食品了。我需要的是真正能吃的东西。也许三天的时间让同

学们忘记我应该足够的长了。所以我还是去了自助餐厅。

我小心翼翼地穿过排队打饭的人群，安心地做了下来。突然间我

听到了一声熟悉的破碎声。我抬头看到一个可怜的家伙遇到了原以为

只有我才会遭遇的不幸。当我看到那个可怜的家伙时我更是感到吃惊，

因为他竟然是我几天前看到的那个非常淡定而且超赞的足球运动员。

（尽管现在洒了一身的意大利空心面他看起来并不镇静）。当别人冲

着他像以前对待我一样欢呼雀跃，拍手称快时，我却对他充满了无限

尽所能犯了一些我觉得以后绝不会再犯的错误。

毕业三年后，我仍然在犯错。然而我的一些小错误甚至可以得到

别人的原谅。