综英5 Unit4 课后练习参考答案

Unit 4

Part I Listening Task

Script for the recording:

You may recall from Unit One, the author Eudora Welty telling us how she, in her early childhood, developed a love for reading under the influence of her parents. Perhaps you'd like to know what her teachers were like. Well, let's listen to what she has to say about them:

Every school week, visiting teachers came on their days for special lessons. On Mondays, the singing teacher blew into the room fresh from the early outdoors, singing in her high soprano "How do you do?" to do-mi-sol-do, and we responded in chorus from our desks, "I'm ve-ry well", to do-sol-mi-do. Miss Johnson taught us rounds —"Row row row your boat gently down the stream", — and "Little Sir Echo," with half the room singing the words and the other half being the echo, a competition. She was from the North, and she was the one who wanted us all to stop the Christmas carols and see snow. The snow falling that morning outside the window was the first most of us had ever seen, and Miss Johnson threw up the window and held out wide her own black Cape and caught flakes on it and ran, as fast as she could go, up and down the ais1es to show us the real thing before it melted.

Thursday was Miss Eyrich and Miss Eyrich was Thursday. She came to give us physical training. She wanted no time on nonsense. Without greeting, we were marched straight outside and summarily divided into teams (no choosing sides), put on the mark, and ordered to get set for a relay race. Miss Eyrich cracked out "Go!" Dread rose in my throat. My head swam. Here was my turn, nearly upon me. (Wait, have I been touched —was that slap the touch? Go on! Do I go on without our passing a word? What word? Now am I racing too fast to turn around? Now I'm nearly home, but where is the hand waiting for mine to touch? Am I too late? Have I lost the whole race for our side?) I lost the relay race for our side before I started, through living ahead of myself, dreading to make my start, feeling too late prematurely, and standing transfixed by emergency, trying to think of a password. Thursdays still can make me hear Miss Eyrich's voice. "On your mark —get set — go!"

V ery composedly and very slowly, the art teacher, who visited each room on Fridays, paced the aisle and looked down over your shoulder at what you were drawing for her. This was Miss Ascher. Coming from behind you, her deep, resonant voice reached you without being a word at all, but a sort of purr. It was much the sound given out by our family doctor when he read the thermometer and found you were running a slight fever, " Um-hm. Um-hm." Both alike, they let you go right ahead with it.

After Listening

1.On Mondays, Miss Johnson, our singing teacher, would blow into the room, singing in her

high soprano "How do you do?" to do-mi-sol-do, and we students would respond in chorus from ouir desks, "I'm very well", to do-sol-mi-do.

2.Miss Eyrich gave us physical training on Thursdays. She wanted no time on nonsense.

Without greeting, she ordered us to march straight outside and get set for a relay race.

3.In a very composed and slow manner, the art teacher Miss Ascher would pace the aisle and