Unit-1-Fresh-Start課文翻譯綜合教程三

1、精選優(yōu)質(zhì)文檔傾情為你奉上精選優(yōu)質(zhì)文檔傾情為你奉上專心專注專業(yè)專心專注專業(yè)精選優(yōu)質(zhì)文檔傾情為你奉上專心專注專業(yè)Unit 1 Fresh StartEvelyn HeraldI 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 fac

2、t was that no matter how mature I liked to consider myself, 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 th

3、ought in mind, I raised my head, squared my shoulders, and set 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 glimpse of a real live college football player. What confidence,

4、what reserve, what muscles! I only hoped his attention was drawn to my airs of assurance rather than to my shaking knees. I spent the afternoon seeking 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 whereab

5、outs.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 advised sitting near the front, showing the professor in intelligent and energetic demeanor. After deliberation, I chose a seat in the first row an

6、d to the side. I was in the foreground (as advised), but out of the professors 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

7、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? Wouldnt the professor be angry? I knew everyone would stare. Forget it ,I settled into my chair and tried to assume the scientific pose of

8、 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 cafeteri

9、a. I accidentally stepped in a large puddle of ketchup. Keeping myself 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

10、saw my entire life pass before my eyes: it ended with my first day of college classes. In the seconds 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 notic

11、ed ,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 thre

12、e 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 couldnt take another crunchy-chewy-saltly-sweet bite. I needed some real food. Perhaps three days was long enough for the campus popul

13、ation 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 collapsed in relief. Suddenly I heard a crash that sounded vaguely familiar. I looked up to see that another poor soul had met the fate Id thought was reserved only for me.

14、 I was even more surprised when I saw who the poor soul was: the very composed, very upper class football player Id seen just days before (thought he didnt look quite so composed 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

15、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 thats when I realized I had been taking myself far too seriously. What I had interpre

16、ted as a malicious attempt to embarrass a nave 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 freshmanand had lived to tell about it. Who cared whether I dropped a tray, where I sat in class, or even whether I

17、 showed up in the wrong lecture? Nobody. This wasnt like high school. Popularity was not so important: running with the crowd was no longer a law of survival. In college, it didnt matter. This was my bid chance to do my own thing, be my own womanif I could get past my preoccupation with doing everyt

18、hing perfectly. Once I recognized that I had no ones expectations to live up to but my own, I relaxed. The shackles of self-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

19、. I broke a few rules to test my conscience. I dressed 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 wasnt drama school) and began not acting at all. College, I decided, was pr

20、obably the only time I would be completely forgiven for massive mistake (including stepping in puddles of ketchup and dropping food trays). So I used the opportunity to make all the ones I thought Id never make.Three years after graduation, Im still making mistakes. And Im even being forgiven for a

21、few.全新的開始我第一次開始思考我的大學(xué)要做些什么，不管怎樣我的父母把我送到大學(xué)校園便開車離開了，我一個人孤零零地站在停車場，此時此刻我只想平安地找到去我宿舍的道路。一個無法改變的事實是無論我認為自己多么成熟，我都覺得還是有點兒大一新生的稚氣。此外我還有一個煩惱就是總覺得大學(xué)里的每一個人好像都在注意我。我只想張開耳朵閉起嘴巴希望這樣就不會有人注意到我是一個大一新生?；谶@種想法，我抬起頭，聳聳肩，于是一邊看著手里的校園地圖，一邊朝著宿舍走去。當我第一眼看到一個真正的大學(xué)足球運動員時我情不自禁地盯著他看。那是是一個多么自信，多么淡定，肌肉多么有型的人啊。此時我只希望能引起他注意的是我的外貌而不

22、是我顫抖的膝蓋。我花了一下午的時間來找每一間教室的位置，這樣以后上課時就可以準時趕到，而不用問我們教室在哪兒這樣愚蠢的問題。第二天的早上我去上第一節(jié)課。然而我剛進教室，又遇到了另一件麻煩事。我該坐哪兒呢?新生手冊上說我們最好盡量往前坐。這樣就會給教授留下聰明好學(xué)又精力旺盛的印象。仔細考慮之后，我選擇了第一排靠邊的一個位置。雖然我坐在前排，但是沒有在教授的視線范圍之內(nèi)。我打開了我的美國文學(xué)選集然后在排版整齊的書上隨便地寫上日期。“歡迎來到101教室的生物課堂，”教授開始了他的開場白。然而我的脖子后面卻冷汗直冒，我摸到了我的時間表，然后校對了一下門牌號。我才發(fā)現(xiàn)我進對了教室卻跑錯了教學(xué)樓。現(xiàn)在怎么

23、辦呢?上課期間起身離開?這樣教授難道不會生氣嗎?我知道如果這樣每個人都會盯著我看。別胡思亂想了。我坐在椅子上裝成生物專業(yè)的學(xué)生的樣子，身體稍微地向前傾，我繃緊胳膊準備瘋狂地做筆記，并悄悄地罵娘。墻上掛著的那些瓶裝的蛇似乎也在暗示我應(yīng)該認真點。下課后我餓的肚子直叫，于是我飛奔到自助餐廳。我的托盤上放著美味的三明治然后便走向了賣色拉的窗口，結(jié)果一不小心踩上了一堆番茄醬。此時想要站直并擺脫窘境一點也不容易，我也開始控制不住我的腿。正在我準備想別的辦法時，我的托盤開始傾斜，我一下子失去了平衡。當我摔得四腳朝天時，我覺得我這輩子都完了，我在大學(xué)上課的第一天就這么結(jié)束了。在我摔倒后的幾秒鐘我想要是沒有人看

24、到我的丑態(tài)該多好啊。可是餐廳里的同學(xué)們就站在眼前，一桌挨著一桌，他們在鼓掌，在歡呼。我知道他們不僅看到了，而且讓我永遠不會忘記這一刻。我慢慢地踢開被番茄醬浸透的涼鞋，跳過打翻的一干二凈的托盤和灑出的飯菜。一群清潔工過來用拖把把垃圾沖出了餐廳。當我身后的掌聲漸漸地平息的時候我偷偷地溜出了自助餐廳。有三天的時間我都是一個人進餐，然而吃的只不過是從我們宿舍外面的一個處在一個搶眼位置的機器里取出的各種各樣的垃圾食品。在第四天的時候，我實在受不了那些嘎吱嘎吱又不易嚼碎不僅甜而且咸的垃圾食品了。我需要的是真正能吃的東西。也許三天的時間讓同學(xué)們忘記我應(yīng)該足夠的長了。所以我還是去了自助餐廳。我小心翼翼地穿過排