Unit-1-Fresh-Start课文翻译综合教程三
Unit1FreshStart课文翻译综合教程三
Unit 1Fresh 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 fact 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 thought 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, 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 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 advised sitting near the front, showing the professor in intelligent and energetic demeanor. After deliberation, I chose a seat in the first row and to the side. I was in the foreground (as advised), but out of the professor’s direc t 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 settled into my chair and tried to assume the scientific pose 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 myself upright and getting out of the mess was not going to be easy, and this flailing ofmy 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 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 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 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 I’d thought was reserved only for me. I was even more surprised when I saw who the poor soul was: the very composed, very upper class football player I’d seen just days before (thought he didn’t 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 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 bega n preparing another tray. And that’s when I realized I had been taking myself far too seriously.What I had interpreted as a malicious attempt to embarrass a naïve 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 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 andjudging their worth. 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 wasn’t drama school) and beg an 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 used the opportunity to make all the ones I thought I’d never m ake.Three years after graduation, I’m still making mistakes. And I’m even being forgiven for a few.全新的开始我第一次开始思考我的大学要做些什么,不管怎样我的父母把我送到大学校园便开车离开了,我一个人孤零零地站在停车场,此时此刻我只想平安地找到去我宿舍的道路。
Unit-1-Fresh-Start课文翻译综合教程三
Unit 1Fresh 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 fact 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 thought 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, 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 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 advised sitting near the front, showing the professor in intelligent and energetic demeanor. After deliberation, I chose a seat in the first row and to the side. I was in the foreground (as advised), but out of the prof essor’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 settled into my chair and tried to assume the scientific pose 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 myself upright and getting out of the mess was not going to be easy, and this flailing ofmy 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 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 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 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 I’d thought was reserved only for me. I was even more surprised when I saw who the poor soul was: the very composed, very upper class football player I’d seen just days before (thought he didn’t 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 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 ar ound and began preparing another tray. And that’s when I realized I had been taking myself far too seriously.What I had interpreted as a malicious attempt to embarrass a naïve 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. Populari ty 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 recogniz ed that I had no one’s 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 andjudging their worth. 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 wasn’t drama sc hool) 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 used the opportunity to make all the ones I though t I’d never make.Three years after graduation, I’m still making mistakes. And I’m even being forgiven for a few.全新的开始我第一次开始思考我的大学要做些什么,不管怎样我的父母把我送到大学校园便开车离开了,我一个人孤零零地站在停车场,此时此刻我只想平安地找到去我宿舍的道路。
Unit 1 Fresh Start课文翻译综合教程三
Unit 1Fresh 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 fact 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 thought 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, 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 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 advised sitting near the front, showing the professor in intelligent and energetic demeanor. After deliberation, I chose a seat in the first row and to the side. I was in the foreground (as advised), but out of the professor’s direc t 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 settled into my chair and tried to assume the scientific pose 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 myself upright and getting out of the mess was not going to be easy, and this flailing ofmy 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 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 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 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 I’d thought was reserved only for me. I was even more surprised when I saw who the poor soul was: the very composed, very upper class football player I’d seen just days before (thought he didn’t 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 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 bega n preparing another tray. And that’s when I realized I had been taking myself far too seriously.What I had interpreted as a malicious attempt to embarrass a naïve 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 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 andjudging their worth. 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 wasn’t drama school) and beg an 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 used the opportunity to make all the ones I thought I’d never m ake.Three years after graduation, I’m still making mistakes. And I’m even being forgiven for a few.全新的开始我第一次开始思考我的大学要做些什么,不管怎样我的父母把我送到大学校园便开车离开了,我一个人孤零零地站在停车场,此时此刻我只想平安地找到去我宿舍的道路。
Unit 1 Fresh Start课文翻译综合教程三
Unit 1 Fresh Start课文翻译综合教程三XXX StartWhen my parents drove off。
XXX parking lot。
I began to wonder what I was doing on a XXX was to find my way safely to my dorm room。
Despite considering myself mature。
I couldn't help but feel a bit first-grade-ish。
To make matters worse。
it seemed like XXX me。
My plan was to keep quiet and hope noone would XXX I was a freshman.As I walked through campus。
I XXX buildings were massive。
and the number of students rushing around made me feel like a small fish in a big pond。
But I reminded myself that this was a fresh start。
a XXX.My first day of classes was XXX-XXX I wouldn't be late。
but ended up sitting awkwardly in the front row for what felt like hours。
When the professor arrived。
I XXX。
hoping that Iwouldn't say or do anything embarrassing。
To my surprise。
the lecture was fascinating。
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Unit 1Fresh 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 fact 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 thought 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, 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 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 advised sitting near the front, showing the professor in intelligent and energetic demeanor. After deliberation, I chose a seat in the first row and to the side. I was in the foreground (as advised), but out of the professor’s direc t 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 settled into my chair and tried to assume the scientific pose 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 myself upright and getting out of the mess was not going to be easy, and this flailing ofmy 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 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 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 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 I’d thought was reserved only for me. I was even more surprised when I saw who the poor soul was: the very composed, very upper class football player I’d seen just days before (thought he didn’t 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 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 bega n preparing another tray. And that’s when I realized I had been taking myself far too seriously.What I had interpreted as a malicious attempt to embarrass a naïve 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 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 andjudging their worth. 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 wasn’t drama school) and beg an 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 used the opportunity to make all the ones I thought I’d never m ake.Three years after graduation, I’m still making mistakes. And I’m even being forgiven for a few.全新的开始我第一次开始思考我的大学要做些什么,不管怎样我的父母把我送到大学校园便开车离开了,我一个人孤零零地站在停车场,此时此刻我只想平安地找到去我宿舍的道路。
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Unit 1Fresh 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 fact 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 thought 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,what reserve, what muscles! I only hoped his attention was drawn to my airs of assurance rather than to my shaking knees。
Unit 1 Fresh Start课文翻译综合教程三
Unit 1Fresh 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 fact 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 thought 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, 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 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 advised sitting near the front, showing the professor in intelligent and energetic demeanor. After deliberation, I chose a seat in the first row and to the side. I was in the foreground (as advised), but out of the professor’s direc t 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 settled into my chair and tried to assume the scientific pose 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 myself upright and getting out of the mess was not going to be easy, andthis 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 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 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 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 I’d thought was reserved only for me.I was even more surprised when I saw who the poor soul was: the very composed, very upper class football player I’d seen just days before (thought he didn’t 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 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 myself far too seriously.What I had interpreted as a malicious attempt to embarrass a naïve 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 self-consciousness fell away, and I began to view collegeas 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 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 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 used the opportunity to make all the ones I thought I’d never m ake.Three years after graduation, I’m still making mistakes. And I’m even being forgiven for a few.全新的开始我第一次开始思考我的大学要做些什么,不管怎样我的父母把我送到大学校园便开车离开了,我一个人孤零零地站在停车场,此时此刻我只想平安地找到去我宿舍的道路。
Unit1FreshStart课文翻译综合教程三
Unit1FreshStart课文翻译综合教程三1991单元新起点9《伊芙琳先驱报》9我第一次开始想知道我在大学校园里做什么时,我的父母开车走了,留下我可怜地站在停车场,除了想找到安全回到宿舍的路之外什么也不想。
事实是,不管我喜欢考虑自己有多成熟,我都觉得自己有点第一。
让我更加苦恼的是,校园里的每个人都在看着我。
我的计划是保持警觉,闭上嘴,希望没人会注意到我是新生。
想到这一点,我抬起头,挺起肩膀,朝宿舍方向走去,瞥了一眼(然后非常小心地)我手里拿着的校园地图。
当我第一次瞥见一个活生生的大学足球运动员时,我用了所有我不用看的东西。
多么自信,多么矜持,多么强健!我只希望他的注意力被吸引到我自信的姿态上,而不是我颤抖的膝盖上。
我花了一下午的时间寻找我的每一间教室,这样我就可以在每次讲课前准时进入教室,而不必问关于教室在哪里的愚蠢问题。
第二天早上,我找到了我的第一堂课,走进教室。
然而,一旦我进入房间,另一个问题就等着我了。
坐在哪里?新生手册建议坐在前排,展示教授的智慧和活力。
经过深思熟虑,我选择了第一排靠边的座位。
我在前台(按照建议),但不在教授的视线范围内。
9年,我翻出了我的美国文学选集,在一页清晰的横线页上潦草地写下了日期。
“欢迎来到生物学101,”教授开始说道。
我的脖子后面冒出了冷汗。
我摸索着我的时间表,检查了房间号。
我在正确的房间。
只是走错了楼。
9现在怎么办?在演讲中途起身离开?教授不会生气吗?我知道每个人都会盯着看。
算了,我坐在椅子上,试图摆出生物学专业学生的科学姿势,微微前倾,绷紧双臂准备疯狂记笔记,嘴里还咒骂着。
墙上那些瓶装的蛇应该会给我通风报信的。
下课后,我觉得我的胃(以及我的自我)需要一点营养,于是我赶紧去了自助餐厅。
我不小心踩到了一大摊番茄酱。
让自己保持直立并摆脱困境并不容易,这种199199199199米的甩动并不好。
就在我决定尝试另一个策略时,我的餐盘翻倒了,我失去了平衡。
当我的屁股碰到地板时,我看到我的整个人生就在眼前过去了:它随着我上大学的第一天而结束。
unit1freshstart课文翻译综合教程三
Unit 1Fresh 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 fact 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 thought 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, 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 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 advised sitting near the front, showing the professor in intelligent and energetic demeanor. After deliberation, I chose a seat in the first row and to the side. I was in the foreground (as advised), 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 settled into my chair and tried to assume the scientific pose 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 myself upright and getting out of the mess was not going to be easy, andthis 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 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 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 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 I’d thought was reserved only for me.I was even more surprised when I saw who the poor soul was: the very composed, very upper class football player I’d seen just days before (thought he didn’t 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 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 myself far too seriously.What I had interpreted as a malicious attempt to embarrass a naïve 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 o ne’s expectations to live up to but my own, I relaxed. The shackles of self-consciousness fell away, and I began to view collegeas 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 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 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 used the opportunity to make all the ones I thought I’d never make.Three years after graduation, I’m still making mistakes. And I’m even being forgiven for a few.全新的开始我第一次开始思考我的大学要做些什么,不管怎样我的父母把我送到大学校园便开车离开了,我一个人孤零零地站在停车场,此时此刻我只想平安地找到去我宿舍的道路。
Unit 1 Fresh Start课文翻译综合教程三
Unit 1 Fresh Start课文翻译综合教程三Unit 1 Fresh StartPart 1: The Choice to ChangeIn life, we all encounter moments when we feel the need for a fresh start. Whether it's because of a personal setback or a desire to explore new opportunities, the decision to change can be both exciting and daunting. In this unit, we will delve into the theme of starting anew and discover the different ways people embrace change.Chapter 1: Embracing Change1.1 Recognizing the Need for ChangeChange often begins with an acknowledgment of the need for it. When circumstances become stagnant or unsatisfactory, people start questioning their current situation and wondering if there could be something better out there. Recognizing the need for change is the crucial first step towards a fresh start.1.2 Overcoming FearWhile change can be invigorating, it is also frequently accompanied by fear and uncertainty. Leaving behind familiarity and venturing into the unknown requires courage. Overcoming fear becomes essential in order to embrace change and fully commit to a fresh start.Chapter 2: Exploring New Horizons2.1 Trying New ThingsA fresh start often involves trying new things. Stepping out of our comfort zones and exploring unfamiliar territories can be intimidating, but it is through these experiences that we grow and discover hidden potentials within ourselves. By embracing new opportunities, we open doors to endless possibilities.2.2 Expanding PerspectivesExploring new horizons broadens our perspectives and helps us see the world in a different light. By engaging with people from different cultures and backgrounds, we gain valuable insights and develop a more inclusive mindset. A fresh start allows us to expand our horizons and cultivate a greater understanding of the world around us.Part 2: The Journey of Self-DiscoveryChapter 3: Reflecting on the Past3.1 Learning from MistakesA fresh start offers an opportunity for self-reflection and learning from past mistakes. By examining our actions and understanding the consequences, we can make better choices in the future. The ability to learn from our past experiences is crucial in order to grow and develop as individuals.3.2 Embracing GrowthReflecting on the past also enables us to appreciate our personal growth. Change allows us to shed old habits and behaviors that no longer serve us,paving the way for personal development. Embracing growth is an essential part of the journey towards a fresh start.Chapter 4: Rediscovering Passions4.1 Pursuing Meaningful GoalsA fresh start often involves reevaluating our goals and considering what truly brings us fulfillment. Rediscovering our passions and aligning our actions with our values allows us to pursue meaningful endeavors. By chasing after goals that ignite our passion, we can find a renewed sense of purpose in life.4.2 Cultivating Self-CareAs we embark on a journey of self-discovery, it is important to prioritize self-care. Taking care of our physical, emotional, and mental well-being is essential for a fresh start. Cultivating healthy habits and practicing self-compassion allows us to navigate through challenges with resilience and nurture our overall well-being.ConclusionIn conclusion, a fresh start is not just a mere change of circumstances, but a transformative journey of self-discovery and growth. By recognizing the need for change, overcoming fear, exploring new horizons, reflecting on the past, and rediscovering our passions, we can embrace a fresh start and embark on a path towards personal fulfillment. May each of us find the courage and determination to embrace change and create our own fresh start.。
最新Unit-1-Fresh-Start课文翻译综合教程三
Unit 1Fresh 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 fact 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 thought 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, 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 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 advised sitting near the front, showing the professor in intelligent and energetic demeanor. After deliberation, I chose a seat in the first row and to the side. I was in the foreground (as advised), but out of the prof essor’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 settled into my chair and tried to assume the scientific pose 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 myself upright and getting out of the mess was not going to be easy, and this flailing ofmy 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 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 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 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 I’d thought was reserved only for me. I was even more surprised when I saw who the poor soul was: the very composed, very upper class football player I’d seen just days before (thought he didn’t 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 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 ar ound and began preparing another tray. And that’s when I realized I had been taking myself far too seriously.What I had interpreted as a malicious attempt to embarrass a naïve 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. Populari ty 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 recogniz ed that I had no one’s 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 andjudging their worth. 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 wasn’t drama sc hool) 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 used the opportunity to make all the ones I though t I’d never make.Three years after graduation, I’m still making mistakes. And I’m even being forgiven for a few.全新的开始我第一次开始思考我的大学要做些什么,不管怎样我的父母把我送到大学校园便开车离开了,我一个人孤零零地站在停车场,此时此刻我只想平安地找到去我宿舍的道路。
Unit 1 Fresh Start课文翻译综合教程三
Unit 1 Fresh Start课文翻译综合教程三嗨,伙计们!今天我们要聊聊一个超级棒的主题:Fresh Start!是的,你没听错,就像我们每个人都有过的那种感觉,有时候我们需要重新开始,摆脱过去的阴影,迎接全新的自己。
让我们一起来探讨一下如何实现这个美好的愿景吧!我们要明确一点:Fresh Start并不意味着我们要把过去的一切抛到脑后。
相反,它是关于从过去的经验中吸取教训,然后用这些教训来塑造一个更好的未来。
第一步就是接受过去,但不要被它束缚。
记住那句话:“过去的事情就让它过去吧,重要的是我们怎么面对现在和未来。
”我们要学会原谅自己。
每个人都会犯错,但是关键是要从错误中学习。
当我们意识到自己犯了错时,不要责怪自己,而是要对自己说:“没关系,我可以从这里学到东西。
”这样一来,我们就能更容易地放下过去的包袱,迈向新的开始。
现在,让我们来谈谈如何改变自己的生活。
我们要设定目标。
有了目标,我们才能有方向地前进。
你可以问自己:“我想成为什么样的人?我想要过怎样的生活?”把这些目标写下来,每天都看着它们提醒自己。
我们要制定计划。
有了目标之后,我们需要想一想如何实现它们。
这可能需要我们学习新技能、改变生活习惯或者寻求他人的帮助。
不管怎样,关键是要付诸行动。
记住:“行动胜于空谈。
”我们还要学会珍惜当下。
很多时候,我们总是在为未来而努力,却忽略了眼前的幸福。
其实,生活中的每一刻都是宝贵的。
当你感到快乐时,请尽情享受;当你遇到困难时,请勇敢面对。
因为这些经历都会成为你成长的动力。
我们要学会感恩。
感恩是一种美德,也是一种力量。
当我们感恩生活中的点滴美好时,我们会发现世界变得更加美好。
请珍惜身边的人,感激他们对你的关爱和支持。
也要感谢那些曾经帮助过你的人,因为正是他们的帮助让你成为了更好的自己。
实现Fresh Start并不是一件容易的事情,但只要我们勇敢地面对过去,积极地追求未来,我们就一定能够实现这个美好的愿景。
新世纪高等院校英专本科生系列教材《综合教程》第三册 unit1 Fresh Start课文翻译
Unit1 新开始艾芙琳赫洛尔德当我的父母把车开走,留下我一个人不知所措地站在停车场时,我第一次开始琢磨我会在大学校园内做些什么,而此时我除了想安全到达寝室外别无所求。
事实上,尽管我把自己想象得尽可能成熟,我还是感到一种大一新生的稚气。
我确切地感到,校园里所有人都在注视着我,这更是加剧了我的紧张。
我打算竖起耳朵,闭上嘴巴,希望没有人会注意到我是个新生。
就这么想着,我抬起头,耸正了肩,以一副前所未有的小心翼翼的样子浏览着紧握在手中的地图,朝着寝室的方向走去。
当我第一眼瞥见一个活生生的校足球队员时,我再也不能自制了。
那样的自信!那样的沉稳!那样的肌肉!我只希望他注意到的是我表现出的自信的样子,而不是我颤抖的膝盖!我花了一个下午的时间到我上课的每间教室踩点,这样一来在每节课开始前我就能准点到课,而不用问别人“教室在哪”这种愚蠢的问题了。
第二天早上我找到了第一堂课的教室,然后信步而入。
进去以后,另一个问题却又等着我呢。
坐哪里好呢?新生手册上建议我们坐得靠近前边,好把自己的机敏和活跃展现给教授看。
一番思虑后,我选择了第一排靠边的位置坐下了。
这样一来,我既坐在前面(像建议的那样),又不在教授的视线范围内。
我打开那本美国文学选,接着潦草地在卷边的横线本顶端写下了日期。
教授这时开口了,“欢迎来到101教室的生物课堂!”一阵冷汗从我后脖颈沁出。
我摸出我的日程表,核对了一下教室号。
嗯,房间号码没错。
就是楼号错了。
所以现在该怎么办呢?在课上到一半时起身离去?教授不会生气吗?我知道大家都会盯着我看的。
还是算了。
我在椅子上坐定,试着摆出一副生物专业学生所特有的很“科学家”的姿势,身姿稍微前倾,绷紧手臂以便疯狂地写一通笔记,但内心却咒骂不休。
沿墙摆放的玻璃瓶内的蛇标本已经暗示过我,这不是文学教室!下课后,我很确定我的胃(和我的脑子)都需要补充一点营养,于是我急忙去了餐厅。
我正一边往餐盘里放着三明治小点心,一边朝沙拉档口走去,这时我不小心踩上了一滩番茄酱。
综合英语3-unit1 Fresh Start译文
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. 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。
With that thought 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, 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 whereabouts. 基于这种想法,我抬起头,耸耸肩,于是一边看着手里的 校园地图,一边朝着宿舍走去。当我第一眼看到一个真正的 大学足球运动员时我情不自禁地盯着他看。那是是一个多么 自信,多么淡定,肌肉多么有型的人啊。此时我只希望能引 起他注意的是我的外貌而不是我颤抖的膝盖。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。
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Unit 1Fresh 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 fact 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 thought 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, 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 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 advised sitting near the front, showing the professor in intelligent and energetic demeanor. After deliberation, I chose a seat in the first row and to the side. I was in the foreground (as advised), but out of the professor’s direc t 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 settled into my chair and tried to assume the scientific pose 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 myself upright and getting out of the mess was not going to be easy, and this flailing ofmy 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 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 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 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 I’d thought was reserved only for me. I was even more surprised when I saw who the poor soul was: the very composed, very upper class football player I’d seen just days before (thought he didn’t 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 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 bega n preparing another tray. And that’s when I realized I had been taking myself far too seriously.What I had interpreted as a malicious attempt to embarrass a naïve 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 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 andjudging their worth. 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 wasn’t drama school) and beg an 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 used the opportunity to make all the ones I thought I’d never m ake.Three years after graduation, I’m still making mistakes. And I’m even being forgiven for a few.全新的开始我第一次开始思考我的大学要做些什么,不管怎样我的父母把我送到大学校园便开车离开了,我一个人孤零零地站在停车场,此时此刻我只想平安地找到去我宿舍的道路。