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 TEXT Trying to make some money before entering university， the author applies for a teaching job. But the interview goes from bad to worse My First Job While I was waiting to enter university， I saw advertised 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 useful， 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. The school was a red brick house 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. It was clearly the headmaster himself 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 surprised disapproval， as a colonel might look at a private whose bootlaces were undone. Ah yes， he grunted. Youd better e 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. Youd 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 boys 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 mon. The school， he said， consisted of one class of twenty-four boys， ranging in age from seven to thirteen. I should have to teach all subjects except art， which he taught himself. Football and cricket were played in the Park， a mile away on Wednesday and Saturday afternoons. The teaching set-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 pletely inpetent at school. Worse 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 could protest， he got to his feet. Now， he said， youd better meet my wife. Shes 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. PHRASES & EXPRESSIONS be short of not having enough of 缺少 smell of have， give out the smell of 有的气味 judging by forming an opinion based on attach importance to consider important 重视 in mon shared with someone else 共有的，共同的 consist of be made up of in turn one after another 轮流 上外版大学英语写作精选第二册(5) UNIT 5 TEXT Seen through the eyes of a young friend Einstein was a simple， modest and ordinary man. The professor and the Yo-yo My father was a close friend of Albert Einstein. As a shy young visitor to Einsteins home， I was made to feel at ease 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 couldnt 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 impressed by my skill and knowledge. Later， I bought a new Yo-Yo and mailed it to the Professor as a Christmas present， 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 e to terms with himself and the world around him. He knew what he wanted and he wanted only this： to understand within his limits as a human being the nature of the universe 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， resentment， or personal ambition. He seemed immune to these emotions. He was beyond any pretension. Although he corresponded with many of the worlds most important people， his stationery carried only a watermark - W - for Woolworths. To do his work he needed only a pencil o