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篇一:unit 1 A young boy's Ambition

A young boy's Ambition

Mark Twain

1. When I was a boy, there was but one permanent ambition among my comrades in our village on the west bank of the Mississippi River. That was to be a steamboatman. We had transient ambitions of other sorts, but they were only transient. When a circus came and went, it left us all burning to become clowns; the first negro minster show that came to our section left us all suffering to try that kind of life; now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates. These ambitions faded out, each in its turn; but the ambition to be a steamboatman always remained.

2. Once a day a cheap, gaudy packet arrived upward from St. Louis, and another downward from Keokuk. Before these events, the day was a dead and empty thing. Not only the boys, but the whole village, felt this. After all these years I can picture that old time to myself now, just as it was then: the white town drowsing in the sunshine of a summer's morning; the streets empty, or pretty nearly so; one or two clerks sitting in front of the Water Street stores, with their splint-bottom chairs titled back against the wall, chins on breasts, hats slouched over their faces, asleep—with shin-gle-shavings enough around to show that broke them down; a sow and a

litter of pigs loafing along the sidewalk, doing a good business in water-melon rinds and seeds; two or three lonely little freight piles scattered about the "levee";a pile of "skids" on the slop of the stone-paved wharf and the fragrant town drunkard asleep in the shadow of them; two or three wood flats at the head of the wharf, but nobody to listen to the peaceful leaping of the wavelets against them; the great Mississippi, the majestic, the magnificent Mississippi, rolling its mile-wide tide road along, shining in the sun; the dense forest away on the other side; the "point" above the town, and the "point" below, bounding the riv-er-glimpse and turning it into a sort of sea, and withal a very still and brilliant and lonely one; Presently a film of dark smoke appears above one of those remote "points";instantly a negro drayman , famous for his quick eye and prodigious voice, lifts up the cry, "S-t-e-a-m-boat a-comin! and the scene changes! The town drunkard stirs, the clerks wake up, a fu-rious clatter of drays follows, every house and store pours out a human contribution, and all in a twinkling the dead town is alive and moving.

3. Drays, carts, men, boys, all go hurrying from many quarters to a com-mon center, the wharf. Assembled there, the people fasten their eyes upon the coming boat as upon a wonder they are seeing for the first time. And the boat is rather a handsome sight, too. She is long and sharp and trim and pretty;she was two tall, fancy-topped chimneys, with a gilded device

of some kind swung between them; a fanciful pilot-house, a glass and "gingerbread", perched on top of the "texas" deck behind them; the pad-dle-boxes are gorgeous with a picture or with gilded rays above the boat's name; the boiler deck, the hurricane deck, and the texas deck are fenced and ornamented with clean white railings; there is a flag gallantly flying from the jack-staff; the furnace doors are open and the fires glaring bravely; the upper decks are black with passengers; the captain stands by the big bell, clam, imposing, the envy of all; great volumes of the blackest smoke are rolling and tumbling out of the chimneys-- a husband grandeur created with a bit of pitch pine just before arriving at a town; the crew are grouped on the forecastle; the broad stage is run far out over the port bow, and an envied deckhand stands picturesquely on the end of it with a coil of rope in his hand; the pent steam is screaming through the gauge-cocks, the captain lifts his hand; a bell rings, the wheels stop; then they turn back, churning the water to foam, and the steamer is at rest. Then such a scramble as there is to get aboard, and to get ashore, and to take in freight and to discharge freight, all at one and the same time; and such a yelling and cursing as the mates facilitate it all with! Then minutes later the steamer is under way again, with no flag on the jack-staff and no black smoke issuing from the chimneys. After ten more minutes the town is dead again, and the town drunkard asleep by the skids once more.

4. My father was a justice of the peace, and I supposed he possessed the power of life and death over all men and could hang anybody that of-fended him. This was distinction enough for me as a general thing; but the desire to be a steamboatman kept intruding, nevertheless. I first wanted to be a cabin-boy, so that I could come out with a white apron on and shake a tablecloth over the side, where all my old comrades could see me; later I thought I would rather be the deckhand who stood on the end of the stage-plank with the coil of rope in his hand, because he was par-ticularly conspicuous. But these were only day-dreams, --they were too heavenly to be contemplated as real possibilities. By and by one of our boys went away. He was not heard of for a long time. At last he turned up as apprentice engineer of "striker" on a steamboat. This thing shook the bottom out of all my Sunday school teachings. That boy had been noto-riously worldly, and I just the reverse; yet he was exalted to his eminence, and I left in obscurity and misery. There was nothing generous about this fellow in his greatness. He would always manage to have a rusty bolt to scrub while his boat tarried at our town, and he would sit on the inside guard and scrub it, where we could all see him and envy him and loathe him. And whenever his boat was laid up he would come home and swell around the town in his blackest and greasiest clothes, so that nobody could help remembering that he was a steamboatman; and the he used all sorts of steamboat technicalities in his talk, as if he were so used to them

that he forgot common people could not understand them. He would speak of the 'labboard' side of a horse in an easy, natural way that that would make one wish he was dead. And he was always talking about "St.Looy" like an old citizen; he would refer casually to occasions when he "was coming down Fourth Street," or when he was "passing by the Planter's house," or when there was a fire and he took a turn on the brakes of 'the old Big Missouri'; and then he would go on and lie about how many towns the sizes of ours were burned down there that day. Two or three of the boys had long been persons of consideration among us be-cause they had been to St.Louis once and had a vague general knowledge of its wonders, but the day of their glory was over now. They lapsed into a humble silence, and learned to disappear when the ruthless "cub"-engineer approached. This fellow had money, too, and hair oil. Also an ignorant silver watch and a showy brass watch chain. He wore a leather belt and used no suspenders. It never a youth was cordially ad-mired and hated by his comrades, this one was. No girl could withstand his charms. He "cut out" the every boy in the village. When he is boat blew up at last, it diffused a tranquil contentment among us such as we had not known for months. But when he came home the next week, alive, renowned, and appeared in church all battered up and bandaged, a shin-ning hero, stared at and wondered over by everybody, it seemed to us that the partiality of Providence for an undeserving reptile had reached a point

篇二:A young boy was going to buy vegetables

A young boy was going to buy vegetables. On his way to the s_____, he met a friend. "Where are you going?"asked the boy. "Wherever my legs take me,"answered his friend. The boy thought about the answer and he was s_____ it had some deep meanings. When he returned home, he told his mother about it. His mother said,"You should ask him what he would do if he had no l_____."The next day the boy was e______to see his friend coming towards him. "Where are you going?"he asked, and without w____ for an answer, he continued, "Wherever your legs take you, right? Well, let me ask you ..." "Sorry,"his friend interrupted.”Today” I’m going wherever the wind blows."This answer was so d______ from the boy’s expectation that he had nothing to say. Later, the boy told his mother about it. His mother said,"You should ask him what he would do if there were no wind."

Some days later the boy saw his friend a______. He ran to his friend and asked, "Where are you going? Wherever your legs take you or wherever the wind blows? Well, let me ask you …""No, no,"his friend interrupted. "Today” I’m going to buy vegetables."

When I was young, I liked to play jokes on people I knew, especially on my parents and friends. One day my mother was cooking and I was playing with my younger brother Tony.Suddenly I ran to my mother and said,"Tony fell from the open window!"She was very___1__ and ran out of the kitchen. Then said,"Don't worry, I'm just joking."And my mother shouted at me,"If you do it again,I'll hit you."One day I went swimming with my___2__in the sea. I wanted to play a joke on them. In the beginning, I went swimming____3_ ,and I callout,"Help!"All my friends came to help me, only to___4__ that I was joking. But the next time I wasn't joking .I was so____5__ that I swam in deep water. I tried my best to call my frineds for help, but this time nobody came to help me.____6___ ,They found I was telling the truth.They came and saved my life.They took me to the hospital.This is the best____in my life.From then on,I haven't joked on anyone.

1.A.angry B.worried C.sorry D.excited

2.A.friends B.classmates C.brothers D.parents

3.A.fast B.slowly C.well D.alone

4.A.find B.understand C.say D.think

5.A.careful B.careless C.fast D.slow

6.A.In the end B.At first C.Since then D.At that time

7.A.time B.sport C.lesson D.day

篇三:Boys

'Boys, Girls and Other Hazardous Materials' Explores Teen Bullying Bullies - especially aggressively hostile girls - are a topic of major interest to Rosalind Wiseman.

欺凌霸王,特别是具有侵犯性敌视行为的女孩子,这是教育家罗萨琳德·怀斯曼关心的主题。

In her non-fiction best-sellers, "Queen Bees & Wannabes," and "Queen Bee Moms & Kingpin Dads," the educator explored the way adolescent girls relate to the world and how parents relate to their teenagers.

她撰写的非小说类畅销书《 蜂后与跟屁虫》和 《 蜂后妈与王者爸》,探讨了青春期女孩适应世界的方法,以及父母如何和自己的青少年孩子相处。

Wiseman continues the conversation about teenage bullying in the form of a young adult novel, "Boys, Girls and Other Hazardous Materials," which deals with best friends, high school, loyalty and doing the right thing.

"Ironically I discovered, which many authors do, that you can really speak about the truth much more easily in fiction than you do in

non-fiction," says Wiseman, explaining why she decided to write fiction this time around. "I was also curious about how to share the stories that kids have told me for the last several years that I’ve never been able to share in non-fiction because it would reveal who they were or where they come from."

The story opens as Charlie, 13, leaves middle school - and some bad experiences - behind her. Charlie’s friends bully another girl during a school trip and Charlie tries to stay out of it.

"They get roomed together and Charlie’s two other friends start to become incredibly mean to Nidhi because they wanted to invite boys to the room and Nidhi says you know, ‘No way.’ It gets really bad and Charlie does nothing," says Wiseman. "Her neutral stance doesn’t really look neutral. It looks like she is siding with the girls who were being mean and racist."

High school gives Charlie a chance to redeem herself.

In her earlier non-fiction books, author Rosalind Wiseman explored the way adolescent girls relate to the world and how parents relate to their teenagers.

"She meets Nidhi again," says Wiseman. "But that actually is a way for her to truly reconcile and figure out and take responsibility for her behavior from before."

Although she's previously focused on girls, Wiseman notes that boys have never been strangers to bullying or being targeted by bullies. That’s a part of her novel as well.

On the first day of high school, Charlie meets Will, her former best friend,

who had moved away. Now he’s back, looking a lot cuter. And even though he’s only in ninth grade, he’s a member of the school’s Varsity Lacrosse team, playing with older boys. When some of his teammates start bullying him, Charlie tries to get him to report it, but he refuses. Wiseman says that’s not unusual. The fear of embarrassment and pressure from peers and even parents, often prevent boys from admitting they’re being bullied.

"When you have a freshman who is really good at some kind of sport, lacrosse, soccer, football, whatever, the parents are just totally excited. But putting a 9th grade boy with a group of 11th, 12th grade boys has a lot of pressure, I’m not only talking about athletic pressure, but also social pressure," says Wiseman. "That’s a ripe situation for abusive power. But the 9th grade boys don’t want to tell their parents. They wouldn’t come forward and talk about it. That’s the other thing I wanted to talk about in this book."

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Will’s behavior, and Charlie’s reluctance to get involved when her friends were making fun of Nidhi, are two of many situations in "Girls, Boys & Other Hazardous Materials," which reflect the reality about bullying.

Rosalind Wiseman explores teenage bullying in her young adult novel, 'Boys, Girls and Other Hazardous Materials.'

"I didn’t want it to be too preachy, but bullying - if you take away that word, bullying - it’s really about the way that people are bigoted toward each other, discriminatory against each other, for the countries that they come from, the religion that they are, the color of their skin," says Wiseman. "I wanted to talk about that in real ways."

Wiseman believes that, although bullying is unfortunately often part of the high school and middle school experience, it can be stopped. One way to do that is to teach kids what she calls 'social competency’.

"We have children who are growing up who need to be taught how to handle when they are in a social situation that makes them uncomfortable, holding yourself accountable for what you’ve done to take advantage of someone else. I believe parents not only have to teach their kids their values, they have also to teach them how to speak and what to do when you see social injustice. And schools have to do this as well as parents, because if they don’t, it literally does impact the academic performance of the kids."

Wiseman hopes young readers will find "Girls, Boys & Other Hazardous Materials," interesting, funny and useful in that it prompts discussion about bullying, how to stand up to it and how to stop it.

篇四:Boys

Boys' schools are the perfect place

Boys' schools are the perfect place to teach young men to express their emotions and are more likely to get involved in activities such as art, dance and music, according to research released today.

Far from the traditional image of a culture of aggressive masculinity, the absence of girls gives boys the chance to develop without pressure to conform to a stereotype, the US study says.

Boys at single sex schools were said to be more likely to get involved in cultural and artistic activities that helped develop their emotional expressiveness, rather than feeling they had to conform to the "boy code" of hiding their emotions to be a "real man".

The findings of the study go against received wisdom that boys do better when taught alongside girls.

Tony Little, headmaster of Eton, warned that boys were being failed by the British education system because it had become too focused on girls. He criticized teachers for failing to recognize that boys are actually more emotional than girls.

The research argued that boys often perform badly in mixed schools because they become discouraged when their female peers do better earlier in speaking and reading skills.

But in single-sex schools teachers can tailor lessons to boys' learning style, letting them move around the classroom and getting them to compete in teams to prevent boredom, wrote the study's

author, Abigail James, of the University of Virginia.

Teachers could encourage boys to enjoy reading and writing with specifically "boy-focused" approaches such as themes and characters that appeal to them. Because boys generally have more acute vision, learn best through touch, and are physically more active, they need to be given "hands-on" lessons where they are allowed to walk around. "Boys in mixed schools view classical music as feminine and prefer the modern genre in which violence and sexism are major themes," James wrote.

Single-sex education also made it less likely that boys would feel they had to conform to a stereotype that men should be "masterful and in charge" in relationships. "In mixed schools, boys feel

compelled to act like men before they understand themselves well enough to know what that means," the study reported.

篇五:如果再回男孩时代If I were a boy again

如果再回男孩时代If I were a boy again

如果再回男孩时代If I were a boy again

If I were a boy again, I would practice perseverance more often, and never give up a thing because it was or inconvenient. If we want light, we must conquer darkness. Perseverance can sometimes equal genius in its results. "There are only two creatures," If I were a boy again, I would school myself into a habit of attention; I would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. I would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.

The habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. I often hear grown up people say, "I could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although I wished to do so", and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.

If I were to live my life over again, I would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. I would strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. It takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. It only needs early cultivation to become a power.

If I were a boy again, I would cultivate courage. "Nothing is so mild and gentle as courage, nothing so cruel and pitiless as cowardice," says a wise author.

We too often borrow trouble, and anticipate that may never appear." The fear of ill exceeds the ill we fear." Dangers will arise in any career, but presence of mind will often conquer the worst of them. Be prepared for any fate, and there is no harm to be feared.

If I were a boy again, I would look on the cheerful side. Life is very much like a mirror: if you smile upon it, I smiles back upon you; but if you frown and look doubtful on it, you will get a similar look in return. Inner sunshine warms not only the heart of the owner, but of all that come in contact with it. "Who shuts love out, in turn shall be shut out from love."

Importance of learning very early in life to gain that point where a young boy can stand erect, and decline.

If I were a boy again, I would school myself to say no more often. I might write pages on the doing an unworthy act because it is unworthy. If I were a boy again, I would demand of myself more courtesy towards my companions and friends, and indeed towards strangers as well. The smallest courtesies along the rough roads of life are like the little birds that sing to us all winter long, and make that season of ice and snow more endurable.

Finally, instead of trying hard to be happy, as if that were the sole purpose of life, I would, if I were a boy again, I would still try harder to make others happy.

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