综合英语3unit1FreshStart译文
综合英语三册fresh_start
• 6. Let's make a fresh start. • 我们重新开始吧。 • 7. Let's start from zero again. • 我们再从零开始吧。 • 8. Let's get back to the starting point. • 我们回到起点吧。 • 9. I'm afraid we'll have to scrap the plan and redo
• get fresh with someone (American & Australian)
• to talk to someone in an impolite way or behave in a way which shows you do not
respect them. Don't you get fresh with me, young lady!
II Text Analysis
• In this autobiographical essay, Evelyn Herald recounts her embarrassing moments during her first days of college. With a chronologically balanced pattern of narration, the author focuses on three incidents– sitting in the wrong class, falling down in the cafeteria and witnessing the upper-class football player having the same experience. Coupling narration with description, she gives us a detailed account of the process, the after-effect and the significant insight into herself.
Unit 1 Fresh start练习答案综合教程三
Unit 1 Fresh StartKey to the ExercisesText comprehensionI . Decide which of the following is NOT part of the theme of the essay.C(This statement goes to extremes. Though the author stresses the notion that we should find our true selves and be faithful to them in college, she does not mean we should ignore others in pursuit of our true selves.)II. Judge, according to the text, whether the following statements are true or false.1. F (Refer to Paragraph2. Evelyn acted carefully and put on air of assurance for fear that other students might notice she was a freshman.)2. T (Refer to Paragraph 6. When she fell, she seemed to see the failure of her entire life, as if it ended with the first day of college classes.)3. F (Refer to Paragraph 7. All the students in the cafeteria stood up, cheering and clapping, making fun of the most miserable person. And Evelyn knew that they had all noticed her embarrassment and "determined that I would never forget it.")4. T (Refer to Paragraphs 9 and 10. The response of the football player gave her a sudden realization that she had been taking herself far too seriously, and what she had interpreted as a malicious attempt to embarrass a freshman had been merely a moment of college fun.)5. F (Refer to Paragraphs 12 and 13. She did make some mistakes on purpose, but the purpose was to try new experiences like new articles of clothing in order to find out her real self.)III . Answer the following questions.1. Refer to Paragraphs 1 and2. She felt "first-gradish" on her arrival at the campus. The "first-gradish" feeling refers basically to naivety and anxiety, so she attempted to behave in a perfect way with the hope that no one would notice she was a freshman.2. Refer to Paragraph3. She chose to sit in the front row and to the side. This was because the freshman manual suggested sitting near the front to show that one is an intelligent and enthusiastic student, but as she was not confident enough to sit in the professor's direct line of vision, she chose a side seat in the front row.3. Refer to Paragraph 6. She felt as if her life had plunged into total failure and the doom of life had come.4. Refer to Paragraph 9. The football player got up, hands held high above his head in a victory clasp, which is an expression of fun. At this moment, Evelyn realized that she hadbeen too serious and on the contrary her slip could be a moment of fun for other people and herself alike. Everyone may have done something dumb, but they have all survived after all.5. Refer to Paragraphs 13 and 14. She understood that one could live his college life as an experiment. She should not be afraid of making mistakes because it is only through trial and error that one can find his real self and finding his real self is the ultimate purpose of a college education. The college allows one to make massive mistakes. And even after graduation, she was still making mistakes of which she was no longer afraid.IV. Explain in your own words the following sentences.1. I planned to keep silent and act in such a way that nobody would notice that I was only a new-comer in college.2. For three days, I had not been to the cafeteria due to my feeling of humiliation and shame. Instead, I stayed alone in my room and ate junk food of various kinds from a vending machine which was in just the right place to aid me in avoiding others.3. It didn't matter whether or not you were widely accepted or admired; you did not have to behave to the liking of everybody else.Structural analysis of the textUnlike a piece of expository writing, which usually expresses the main idea in a thesis statement, in a piece of narrative writing, the point is shown through dialogues, actions or events. The three incidents that are treated expansively in this essay are related to one another by their implicit messages -- the author made mistakes and her reaction toward the mistakes. It was in this process that the author achieved significant insight into life and herself.Rhetorical features of the text"I knew everyone would stare. Forget it. I settled into my chair and tried to assume the scientific pose of a biology major, bending slightly forward, tensing my arms in preparation for furious notetaking, and cursing under my breath" (Paragraph 5). "Keeping myself upright and getting out of the mess was not going to be easy, and this flailing of my feet was doing no good. Just as I decided to try another maneuver, my food tray tipped and I lost my balance" (Paragraph 6). The italicized parts in the selections offer vivid pictures of what she did or how she looked in the embarrassing situations.Vocabulary exercisesI. Explain the underlined part in each sentence in your own words.1. I had just the feeling of a newcomer at college without the strength a mature student might possess2. my apparent confidence3. some food to appease my hunger (as well as my anxiety)4. going with the tide was no longer crucial to one's success5. foolish and glaring mistakesII. Fill in the blank in each sentence with a word taken from the box in its appropriate form.1. distress2. clutched3. pose4. sneaked5. preoccupation6. shackles7. curse 8. deliberationIII. Fill in the blanks with the appropriate forms of the given words.1. assure2. discretion3. relaxation4. humiliate5. strategy6. embarrassment7. maneuverable 8. immaturityIV. Fill in the blank(s) in each sentence with an appropriate phrasal verb or collocation taken from the text.1. lived up to2. headed for3. seek out4. has broken out5. groped for6. trying on7. go out to8. tipped offV. Give a synonym or an antonym of the word underlined in each sentence in the sense it is used.1. Antonym: vague (indistinct)2. Synonym: inconspicuously (unobtrusively)3. Synonym: self-restraint (self-control)4. Antonym: clever (intelligent, sensible)5. Synonym: manner (behavior)6. Antonym: excited (agitated)7. Synonym: sneak8. Antonym: mature (sophisticated)VI. Explain the underlined phrasal verbs in your own words.1. became popular2. respect3. keep up4. lead to5. understand6. found7. use8. startGrammar exercisesI. Combine each nominal clause in Column A with a sentence fragment in Column B to create a sensible sentence.1. c2. d3. b4. f5. a6. e7. h8. gII. Rewrite the following sentences, beginning each one with a noun phrase or a nominal clause.1. My decision to resign was wise.2. Their readiness to accept the peace agreement really surprised the diplomatic world.3. My determination to pass the test helped me.4. Her failure to get into college disappointed her parents.5. My willingness to cooperate was appreciated.6. His refusal to help surprised me.7. The proposal that we should import more equipment is to be discussed at the meeting.8. Who can have told you that puzzles me.III. C omplete each sentence with what you think is the most appropriate of the four choices given.1. D2. B (That introduces an appositive clause.)3. C4. C5. A6. B (When the antecedent is the way, the relative word can be that or in which.)7. D8. B (Or not is sometimes used at the end of clauses introduced by whether or if. It canalso be used directly after whether, but not if.)IV. Combine the two sentences in each group into one, using so that.1. I spent the afternoon seeking out each of my classrooms so that I could make a perfectly timed entrance before each lecture.2. He wore glasses and a false beard so that nobody would recognize him.3. The stranger spoke very slowly so that I could understand what he said.4. She locked the door so that she wouldn't be disturbed.5. John whispered so that others couldn't hear him.6. Please arrive early so that we can start the meeting on time.7. John has bought a bicycle so that he may save money on bus travel.8. The lecturer showed some slides so that he might illustrate his point.V. Complete the following sentences using the words in the box.1. Although /Though(Very often, both although and though can be used in the same way. Though is more common in informal speech or writing.)2. yet3. however / though4. however / nevertheless / though(Though can be put at the end of a sentence, with the meaning of "however.")5. Although / Though still / nevertheless6. Despite / In spite of7. although / though8. however9. However(However, as an adverb of degree, precedes the adjective or adverb.)10. Despite / In spite ofVI. Make sentences of your own after the sentences given below, keeping the italicized parts in your sentences.1. e.g. We have to get the car fixed no matter how much it costs.You can't go in no matter who you are.2. e.g. He finished all the paper work at five o'clock, getting up, refilling the teapot, then his cup, and adding a touch of skimmed milk.The children ran out of the room, laughing and talking merrily.Translation exercisesI. Translate the following sentences into Chinese.1. 事实是，尽管我满心希望自己老练成熟，我还是感觉自己有那么一点大一新生的菜鸟气。
全新版大学英语综合教程3课文原文与翻译
unit 1 Mr. Doherty Builds His Dream LifeIn America many people have a romantic idea of life in the countryside. Many living in towns dream of starting up their own farm, of living off the land. Few get round to putting their dreams into practice. This is perhaps just as well, as the life of a farmer is far from easy, as Jim Doherty discovered when he set out to combine being a writer with running a farm. Nevertheless, as he explains, he has no regrets and remains enthusiastic about his decision to change his way of life.在美国，不少人对乡村生活怀有浪漫的情感。
许多居住在城镇的人梦想着自己办个农场，梦想着靠土地为生。
很少有人真去把梦想变为现实。
或许这也没有什么不好，因为，正如吉姆·多尔蒂当初开始其写作和农场经营双重生涯时所体验到的那样，农耕生活远非轻松自在。
但他写道，自己并不后悔，对自己作出的改变生活方式的决定仍热情不减。
Mr. Doherty Builds His Dream LifeJim Doherty1 There are two things I have always wanted to do -- write and live on a farm. Today I'm doing both. I am not in E. B. White's class as a writer or in my neighbors' league as a farmer, but I'm getting by. And after years of frustration with city and suburban living, my wife Sandy and I have finally found contentment here in the country.多尔蒂先生创建自己的理想生活吉姆·多尔蒂有两件事是我一直想做的――写作与务农。
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。
综合英语三册fresh start
II Text Analysis
• In this autobiographical essay, Evelyn Herald recounts her embarrassing moments during her first days of college. With a chronologically balanced pattern of narration, the author focuses on three incidents– sitting in the wrong class, falling down in the cafeteria and witnessing the upper-class football player having the same experience. Coupling narration with description, she gives us a detailed account of the process, the after-effect and the significant insight into herself.
Structure of the text (2) – Unlike an expository writing, which usually expresses the main idea in a thesis statement, in a narrative writing, the point is shown through dialogues, actions or events. The three incidents that are treated expansively in this essay are related to one another by their implicit messages- the mistakes the author made and her reaction towards the mistakes. It was in this process that the author achieved significant insight into herself.
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。
新视野大学英语第三版第一册课文原文
Unit 1 Fresh StartText A Toward a brighter future for allToward a brighter future for all1 Good afternoon! As president of the university, I am proud to welcome you to this university. Your achievement is thetriumph of years of hard work, both of your own and of your parents and teachers. Here at the university, we pledge to make your educational experience as rewarding as possible.2 In welcoming you to the university, I am reminded of my own high school graduation and the photograph my mom took of my dad and me. "Posenaturally," Mom instructed us. "Wait!" said Dad, "Let's take a picture of me handing him an alarm clock." The clock woke me up every morning in college. It is still on my office desk.3 Let me share with you something that you may not expect. You will miss your old routines and your parents' reminders to work hard and attain your best. You may have cried tears of joy to be finally finished with high school, and your parents may have cried tears of joy to be finally finished with doing your laundry! But know this: The future is built on a strong foundation of the past.4 For you, these next four years will be a time unlike any other. Here you are surrounded by great resources: interesting students from all over the country, a learned and caring faculty, a comprehensive library, great sports facilities, and student organizations covering every possible interest from the arts to science, to community service and so on. You will have the freedom to explore and learn about new subjects. You will learn to get by on very little sleep, meet fascinating people, and pursue new passions. I want to encourage you to make the most of this unique experience, and to use your energy and enthusiasm to reap the benefits of this opportunity.5 You may feel overwhelmed by the wealth of courses available to you. You will not be able to experience them all, but sample them widely! College offers many things to do and to learn, and each of them offers a different way to see the world. If I could give you only one piece of advice about selecting courses, it would be this: Challenge yourself! Don't assume that you know in advance what fields will interest you the most. Take some courses in fields you've never tried before. You will not only emerge as a more broadly educated person, but you will also stand a better chance of discovering an unsuspected passion that will help to shape your future. A wonderful example of this is the fashion designer, V era Wang, who originally studied art history. Over time, Wang paired her studies in art history with her love of fashion and turned it into a passion for design, which made her a famous designer around the world.6 Here at the university, it may not always be pleasant to have so many new experiences all at once. In your dorm, the student next door may repeatedly play the one song, which gives you a giant headache! You may be an early bird while your roommate is a night owl! And still, you and your roommate may become best friends. Don't worry if you become a little uncomfortable with some of your new experiences. I promise you that the happy experiences will outweigh theunpleasant ones. And I promise that virtually all of them will provide you with valuable lessons which will enrich your life. So, with a glow in your eye and a song in your heart, step forward to meet these new experiences!7 We have confidence that your journey toward self-discovery and your progress toward finding your own passion will yield more than personal advancement. We believe that as you become members of our community of scholars, you will soon come to recognize that with the abundant opportunities for self-enrichment provided by the university, there also come responsibilities. A wise man said: "Education is simply the soul of a society as it passes from one generation to another." You are the inheritors of the hard work of your families and the hard work of many countless others who came before you. They built and transmitted the knowledge you will need to succeed. Now it is your turn. What knowledge will you acquire? What passions will you discover? What will you do to build a strong and prosperous future for the generations that will come after you?8 We take great pleasure in opening the door to this great step in your journey. We take delight in the many opportunities which you will find, and in the responsibilities that you will carry as citizens of your communities, your country, and the world. Welcome！Words and Expressionstriumphn. （尤指苦战后获得的）胜利，成功，成就pledgevt. 发誓；作保证posevi. （为照相或画像而）摆姿势vt. 造成，导致（困难或危险）routinen. 例行公事；常规；惯例a. 常规的；例行的；惯常的attainvt. 得到；获得；赢得foundationn. 基础resourcen. 1 资源；2 自然资源facultyn. 1 全体教员；2 天赋；能力；本领comprehensivea. 综合的；多方面的facilityn. （为某种目的而提供的）设施，设备communityn. 1 （同住一地的人所构成的）社区；2 群体；团体explorevt. 探讨，研究（主题、思想等）v. 勘探；探测；考察fascinatinga. 吸引人的；迷人的；使人神魂颠倒的pursuevt. 1 追求；致力于；2 追赶；追逐passionn. 1 强烈的爱好；热爱n. 2 强烈的情感；激情uniquea. 1 特别的；极不寻常的；极好的；2 不同的；独特的enthusiasmn. 热爱；热情；热心reapvt. 收获；获得v. 收割（庄稼）benefitn. 好处；益处；裨益opportunityn. 机会；时机overwhelmvt. （数量大得）使无法对付availablea. 可获得的；可利用的；现成的samplevt. 1 体验；2 对…作抽样检验n. 样本；样品；货样assumevt. 假定；假设；认为emergevi. 1 出现；为……所公认；2 出现；露出gianta. 巨大的；特大的maten. 同事；同伴roommaten. （尤指大学里的）室友owln. 猫头鹰virtuala. 1 几乎相同的；实质上的；2 虚拟的；模拟的virtuallyad. 1 实际上；几乎；差不多；2 虚拟地；模拟地enrichvt. 使丰富；充实；强化glown. 1 （某种）强烈的情感；2 柔和稳定的光vi. 发出柔和稳定的光confidencen. 1 信心；信赖；信任；2 自信心yieldvt. 1 产生（结果等）；2 出产；产生vi. 屈从；让步abundanta. 大量的；丰富的；充裕的responsibilityn. 1 （道德、社会）责任，义务；2 责任；3 职责；任务；义务inheritvt. 沿袭，秉承（信仰、传统或生活方式）v. 继承（财产）inheritorn. 1 （生活或思想方式的）后继者，继承人；2 遗产继承人transmitvt. 传送；传递；传播acquirevt. 1 学到，获得（知识、技能）；2 取得；获得；3 购得；得到prosperousa. 富裕的；繁荣的；兴旺的remind sb. of sb./sth.1 使某人想起某人或某事2 使某人想起（相似的）人或事get by过活；过得去；勉强应付make the most of sth.最大限度地利用某物reap the benefits (of sth.)得享（某事物的）好处in advance预先；提前stand a chance (of doing sth.)有（做成某事的）希望over time逐渐地；慢慢地turn (sb./sth.) into sth.（使某人/某物）变成all at once1 同时2 一下子；突然take pleasure in (doing) sth.乐于做某事open the door to sth.给…以机会；给…敞开方便之门take delight in (doing) sth.以（做）某事为乐Vera Wang王薇薇（1949–，著名美籍华裔设计师，被誉为“婚纱女王”）Text B What we wishMy dear child,1 You are about top anticipate in the next leg of your journey through life. For us, this part is bittersweet. As you go off to college, exciting new worlds will open up to you. They will inspire and challenge you; you will grow in incredible ways.2 This is also a moment of sadness. Your departure to college makes it undeniably clear that you are no longer a child. There has been no greater joy than watching you arrive at this moment. You have turned our greatest challenge into our greatest pride. Although we have brought you to this point, it is hard to watch you depart. Remember above all things, we will miss you.3 College will be the most important time of your life. It is here that you will truly discover what learning is about. You often ask, "Why do I need to know this?" I encourage you to stay inquisitive, but remember this: "Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school." What you learn is not as important as the fact that you learn. This is the heart of scholarship: moving from teacher-taught to master-inspired, on over to the point where you become a self-learner. So, take each subject seriously, and if something doesn't immediately engage you, don't despair. Embrace it as a challenge. Find a way to make it your own.4 Of course, you must still take care to sign up for courses which stimulate your passion you’re your intellectual capacity. Don't be bound by what other people think. Steve Jobs said, when you are in college, your passion will create many dots, and later in your life you will connectthem. So, don't worry too much about what job you will have; don't be too practical. If you like French or Korean, study it even if someone else tells you that it's not useful. Enjoy picking your "dots". Be assured that one day, you will find your own meaningful career, and you will connect a beautiful curve through those dots.5 You know that we always want you to do your best, but don't let the pressure of grades get to you. We care only that you try your very best, and that you learn. It is better that your greatest effort earns a lesser grade than that no effort earns you a decent or higher grade. Grades in the end are simply letters fit to give the vain something to boast about, and the lazy something to fear. You are too good to be either. The reward is not the grade but what you learn.6 More importantly, make friends and trust others. The friends you make in college can be the best ones you will ever have. During these years, when you move into adulthood, the friends you make in college live closer to you than your family. You will form bonds of friendship that will blossom over many decades. Pick friends who are genuine and sincere. Select a few and become truly close to them. Don't worry about their hobbies, grades, or looks. Instead, trust your instincts when you make new friends. You are a genuine and sincere person; anyone would enjoy your friendship. So be confident, secure, and proactive. If you think you like someone, tell them. You have very little to lose. Don't be afraid to trust. Give others the benefit of the doubt, and don't reduce anyone to stereotypes. Nobody is perfect; as long as others are genuine, trust them and be good to them. They will give back.7 Remember also that your youth is full of strength and beauty, something that you will not comprehend until it is gone. You must guard and cultivate your strength and beauty. A healthy body and a sound mind are the greatest instruments you will ever possess. Enjoy life. Dance if you feel like it. Don't be afraid of what other people think. But also keep yourself safe and sound. Don't let the range of new experiences take your innocence, health, or curiosity away from you. Treasure your youth and the university experience before you.8 College is the time when you have: the first taste of independence, the greatest amount of free time, the most flexibility to change, the lowest cost for making mistakes.9 Approach these years enthusiastically! Make the most of your time. Become the great thinker you were born to be. Let your talents evolve to their fullest potential. Be bold! Experiment! Learn and grow! We are enormously proud that you've made it this far, and we can't wait to see what you will become.Your fatherUnit 2 Loving parents, loving childrenText A A child’s clutter awaits an adult’s return1 I watch her back her new truck out of the driveway. The vehicle is too large, tooexpensive. She'd refused to consider a practical car with good gasefficiency and easy topark. It's because of me, I think. She bought it to show me that she could.2 "I'm 18," she'd told me so often that my teeth ached. "I am an adult!"3 I thought, is that true? Just yesterday you watched some cartoons. What changed between yesterday and today?4 Today she's gone, off to be an adult far away from me. I'm glad she's gone. It means she made it, and that I'm finally free of 18 years of responsibilities. And yet I wonder if she could take good care of herself.5 She left a mess. Her bathroom is anembarrassment of damp towels, rusted shavingblades, hair in the sink, and nearly empty tubes oftoothpaste. I bring a box of big black garbage bags upstairs. Eye shadow, face cream, nail polish — all go into the trash. Idump drawers, sweep shelves clear and clean the sink. When I am finished, it is as neat and impersonal as a hotel bathroom.6 In her bedroom I findmismatched socks under her bed and purple pants on the closetfloor. Desk drawers are filed with school papers, field by year and subject. I catch myself reading through poems and essays, admiring high scores on tests and reading her name, printed or typed neatly in the upper right-hand corner of each paper. I pack the desk contents into abox. Six months, I think. I will give her six months to collect her belongings, and then I will throw them all away. That is fair. Grown-ups pay for storage.7 I have to pause at the books. Comic books, teenfiction, romantic novels,historical novels, and textbooks. A lifetime of reading; each bookbeloved. I want to be practical, to stuff them in paper sacks for the used bookstore. But I love books as much as she does, so I stack them onto a single bookshelf to deal with later.8 I go for her clothes. Dresses, sweaters, and shoes she hasn't worn since seventh grade are placed into garbage bags. I am a plague of locusts emptying the closet. Two piles grow to clumsyheights: one for charity, the other trash.9 There are more shoes, stuffed animals, large and small posters, hair bands, and pink hair curlers. The job grows larger the longer I am at it. How can one girl collect so much in only 18 years?10 I stuff the garbage bags until the plastic strains. Ihaul them down the stairs, two bags at a time. Donations to charity go into the trunk of my car; trash goes to the curb. I'm earning myself sweat andsore shoulders.11 She left the bedroom aridiculous mess, the comforter on the floor, the sheets tossedaside. Istrip off the comforter, blanket, sheets, and pillows. Once she starts feeding coins into laundry machines, she'll appreciate the years of clean clothes I've provided for free.12 I will turn her room into a crafts room. Or create the fancy guest room I've always wanted.13 I turn the bed over. A large brown envelope is marked "DO NOT THROW AW AY." I open it. More papers. I dump the contents onto the floor. There are old family photographs, letters, greeting cards, and love notes from us to her. There are comics clipped from newspapers and magazines. Every single item in this envelope has passed from our hands to hers. These are all things that we gave her. Suddenly, I feel very emotional.14 "DO NOT THROW AW AY."15 My kid — my clutter bug— knows me too well. As I read through the cards and notes, I think maybe the truck wasn't such a bad idea, after all. Maybe it helps her to feel less small in a big world.16 I reverse myself and bring back the garbage bags from the car and the curb. Clothes and shoes go back into the closet. I remake the bed and pile it with stuffed animals. My husband comes home and calls up the stairs.17 "Just straightening up," I tell him. "Can you find some boxes for her stuff?"18 He brings up boxes from the basement.19 "She left a mess," he says.20 "I don't mind," I reply. Silence.21 Then he says softly, "She's not coming back." I feel my throat tighten at the sadness in his voice. I try hard to keep back my tears.22 My little baby, my dependent child, isn't coming back. But someday my daughter, the independent woman, will return home. Tokens of her childhood will await her. So will we, with open arms.Text B Time slows down1 "Daddy, let's take a walk."2 It's an April day in Virginia. He nods, puts his hands on the arms of his wheelchair, whispers something that makes little sense. I try to help him up, but he is too heavy andlimp.3 "Come for a walk, and then — I've brought you a surprise."4 The white curtains surge in the breeze.5 Shivering, he complains it's chilly. "It's cold, I'm tired. Can't we go home now?"6 Suddenly we're far away in a time long past in part of a harbor I've never seen before. December, Chicago, I'm five, and cold. One glove is lost. My feet are tired. His legs are longer; he strides quickly through melting snow, toward buildings like airplane sheds withimmense doors.7 This is the most exciting place I have ever been. Suddenly my fatigue is gone. I could walk along here forever, at least until I find out how to get aboardone of the boats.8 We slow down our pace. Smaller sheds now. A green diner. Smells of fish and smoke. We enter a little hut. Barrels of salty water, string bags ofshellfish, bundles of fish laid out on ice.9 "Daddy, look at that snake!"10 "No, that's an eel," says Daddy. "Smoked. We'll take a portion home for supper."11 "I certainly won't eat that!"12 "All right," he says, and carries the smelly package. As we walk back, he tells me aboutmigrations of eels to the Sargasso Sea: how eels come down Dalmatian rivers and swim across the Mediterranean and then the whole Atlantic, until they reach the warm Sargasso Sea. Here they lay their eggs, and then the baby eels swim back to the native rivers of their parents.13 Back at last in the apartment, he unwraps the eel, opens his pocket knife and slices carefully.14 "I won't eat it," I saysuspiciously.15 "Try one bite, just for me."16 "I won't like it."17 While he hangs up our coats, I test one pinch. Smelly, smoky, and salty.18 He goes into the kitchen to heat milk for me and tea for himself. I test another pinch. Then another. He returns with the steaming cups.19 The eel has vanished.20 Because it is Sunday and I am five, he forgives me. Time slows down and the love flows in —father to daughter and back again.21 At 19, I fly out to Japan. My father and I climb Mount Fuji. High above the Pacific, andhours up the slope, we picnic on dried eel, seaweed crackers, and cold rice wrapped in the eel skin. He reaches thepeak first.22 As the years stretch, we walk along waterways all over the world. With his long stride, he often overtakes me. I've never known anyone with such energy.23 Some days, time flies with joy all around. Other days, time rots like old fish.24 Today in the nursing home in Virginia, anticipating his reluctance, I beg boldly and encourage him, "Please, Daddy, just a little walk.You are supposed to exercise."25 He can't get out of his chair. Not that he often gets up on his own, but once in a while he'll suddenly have a surge of strength. I stoop to lift his feet from the foot restraints, fold back the metal pieces which often scrape his delicate, paper-thin skin. "Come, now you can stand."26 He grips the walker and struggles forward. Gradually I lift and pull him to his feet. Standing unsteadily, he sways and then gains his balance.27 "See, you made it! That's wonderful! All right, I'll be right behind you, my hand in the small of your back. Now — forward, march!"28 He is impatient with the walker as I accompany him to the dining room. I help him to his chair, and hand him a spoon. It slips from his fingers. Pureed tuna is heaped on a plastic plate. I encourage him, sing him old songs, tell stories, but he won't eat. When I lift a spoonful of gray fishy stuff to his mouth, he says politely, "I don't care for any."29 Nor would I.30 Then I take the small smelly package covered in white wrapping paper from a plastic bag. He loves presents, and he reaches forward with awkward fingers to try to open it. The smell fills the room.31 "Look, Daddy, they've been out of it for months, but at last this morning at the fish seller near the Potomac, I found some smoked eel."32 We unwrap it, and then I take out the Swiss Army Knife my beloved aunt gave me "for safekeeping", and slice the silvery flesh.33 "What a beautiful picnic," my father beams.34 He takes a sip of his champagne, and then with steady fingers picks up a slice of eel and downs it easily. Then another, and another, until he eats the whole piece. And again, time slows down and the love flows in — daughter to father and back again.Unit 3 Digital CampusText A College life in the Internet age1 The college campus, long a place of scholarship and frontiers of new technology, is beingtransformed into a new age of electronics by afleet of laptops, smartphones and connectivity 24 hours a day.2 On a typical modern-day campus, where every building and most outdoor common areas offer wireless Internet access, one student takes her laptop everywhere. In class, she takes notes with it, sometimes instant-messaging or emailing friends if the professor is less than interesting. In her dorm, she instant-messages her roommate sitting just a few feet away. She is tied to her smartphone, which she even uses to text a friend who lives one floor above her, and which supplies music for walks between classes.3 Welcome to college life in the 21st century, where students on campus are electronically linked to each other, to professors and to their classwork 24/7 in an ever-flowing river of information and communication. With many schools offering wireless Internet access anywhere on campus, colleges as a group have become the most Internetaccessible spots in the world.4 Students say they really value their fingertip-access to the boundless amount of information online, and the ability to email professors at 2 a.m. and receive responses the next morning. "I always feel like I have a means of communication —in class and out of class," says oneengineering major.5 Many are using smartphones, not only to create their own dialectswhen texting, but also to do more serious work, such as practicing foreign languages and analyzingscripts from their theater classes. In a university class on the history of American radio, students use smartphones to record their own radio shows. The course instructor said, "It's adding to students' sense of excitement about the subject." Professors have been encouraged to tape their lectures and post them online. "We realized there might be some potential for a devicethat could get attention and encouragesophisticated thinking," says one leading university director.6 For mostundergraduates, non-stop Internet connectivity is the fuel of college life. More than just toys, these instruments are powerful tools for the storage and management of virtually every kind of information. And as more people around the world adoptthese instruments, they are becoming indispensable. So, students should use the wonders of the Internet to do homework, review lecture outlines, take part in class discussions and network online with their friends. But in doing so, students must remember to regulate and balance their time. Too much time online can mean too little time in real-life studying or exercising or visiting with friends. Students should not let the Internet world on their computer screens take them away from the real world outside.7 Colleges began embracing Internet access in the mid-1990s, when many began wiring dorms with high-speed connections. In the past few years, schools have taken the lead by turning their campuses intobubbles of Wi-Fi networks. In fact, a recent study in the US found that informationtechnology accounted for 5% to 8% of college budgets, up from an estimated 2% to 3% in the mid-1980s.8 On one campus, students use Wi-Fi to fire off instant messages, review their homeworkassignments, and check their bank balances. Just nine miles down thehighway, another university had been feeling a bit of a technologyinferiority complex. Tocompensate, it spent tens of thousands of dollars to give every one of its incoming freshmen a free Apple iPad.9 Some universities even require that all students own or lease a laptop. Some say the focus on technology prepares students for a wired world. "You have to keep up with the rest of the world. Students expect high-bandwidth information, and if you can't deliver it, you're at acompetitive disadvantage," states a university president.10 Other colleges are straining to stand out from their peers. The race to attract students with the most modern networks and the hottest systems has reached fever pitch. Some business majors are receiving free portablecomputers. In an always-connected mode, they can get information anytime and anywhere they need. One university is even giving its freshmen new smartphones to enrich the student experience and prepare them for success in a rapidly changing world.11 For those who prefer to travel laptop-free, colleges supply several computer labs. And for students who study late into the night, many have set up 24-hour repair shops where students can get their laptops fixed by the next day and receive aloaner in the meantime.12 Colleges around the world have been replacing their computer systems for the past decade, in large part to provide students with the most advanced free system. The anywhere-anytime access has already yieldedamazing benefits in education. With the widespread application of computer technologies, we are going to produce a generation of problem-solvers and intelligentthinkers, which is indispensable for the future of the world.Text B Too much of a good thing-a real addiction1 The college campus, long a place of scholarship and frontiers of new technology, is beingtransformed into a new age of electronics by afleet of laptops, smartphones and connectivity 24 hours a day.2 On a typical modern-day campus, where every building and most outdoor common areas offer wireless Internet access, one student takes her laptop everywhere. In class, she takes notes with it, sometimes instant-messaging or emailing friends if the professor is less than interesting. In her dorm, she instant-messages her roommate sitting just a few feet away. She is tied to her smartphone, which she even uses to text a friend who lives one floor above her, and which supplies music for walks between classes.3 Welcome to college life in the 21st century, where students on campus are electronically linked to each other, to professors and to their classwork 24/7 in an ever-flowing river of information andcommunication. With many schools offering wireless Internet access anywhere on campus, colleges as a group have become the most Internetaccessible spots in the world.4 Students say they really value their fingertip-access to the boundless amount of information online, and the ability to email professors at 2 a.m. and receive responses the next morning. "I always feel like I have a means of communication —in class and out of class," says oneengineering major.5 Many are using smartphones, not only to create their own dialectswhen texting, but also to do more serious work, such as practicing foreign languages and analyzingscripts from their theater classes. In a university class on the history of American radio, students use smartphones to record their own radio shows. The course instructor said, "It's adding to students' sense of excitement about the subject." Professors have been encouraged to tape their lectures and post them online. "We realized there might be some potential for a devicethat could get attention and encouragesophisticated thinking," says one leading university director.6 For mostundergraduates, non-stop Internet connectivity is the fuel of college life. More than just toys, these instruments are powerful tools for the storage and management of virtually every kind of information. And as more people around the world adoptthese instruments, they are becoming indispensable. So, students should use the wonders of the Internet to do homework, review lecture outlines, take part in class discussions and network online with their friends. But in doing so, students must remember to regulate and balance their time. Too much time online can mean too little time in real-life studying or exercising or visiting with friends. Students should not let the Internet world on their computer screens take them away from the real world outside.7 Colleges began embracing Internet access in the mid-1990s, when many began wiring dorms with high-speed connections. In the past few years, schools have taken the lead by turning their campuses intobubbles of Wi-Fi networks. In fact, a recent study in the US found that information technology accounted for 5% to 8% of college budgets, up from an estimated 2% to 3% in the mid-1980s.8 On one campus, students use Wi-Fi to fire off instant messages, review their homeworkassignments, and check their bank balances. Just nine miles down thehighway, another university had been feeling a bit of a technologyinferiority complex. Tocompensate, it spent tens of thousands of dollars to give every one of its incoming freshmen a free Apple iPad.9 Some universities even require that all students own or lease a laptop. Some say the focus on technology prepares students for a wired world. "You have to keep up with the rest of the world. Students expect high-bandwidth information, and if you can't deliver it, you're at acompetitive disadvantage," states a university president.10 Other colleges are straining to stand out from their peers. The race to attract students with the most modern networks and the hottest systems has reached fever pitch. Some business majors are。
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。
(完整word版)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 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。
全新版大学英语综合教程3课文原文和翻译
unit 1 Mr. Doherty Builds His Dream LifeIn America many people have a romantic idea of life in the countryside. Many living in towns dream of starting up their own farm, of living off the land. Few get round to putting their dreams into practice. This is perhaps just as well, as the life of a farmer is far from easy, as Jim Doherty discovered when he set out to combine being a writer with running a farm. Nevertheless, as he explains, he has no regrets and remains enthusiastic about his decision to change his way of life.在美国，不少人对乡村生活怀有浪漫的情感。
许多居住在城镇的人梦想着自己办个农场，梦想着靠土地为生。
很少有人真去把梦想变为现实。
或许这也没有什么不好，因为，正如吉姆·多尔蒂当初开始其写作和农场经营双重生涯时所体验到的那样，农耕生活远非轻松自在。
但他写道，自己并不后悔，对自己作出的改变生活方式的决定仍热情不减。
Mr. Doherty Builds His Dream LifeJim Doherty 1 There are two things I have always wanted to do -- write and liveon a farm. Today I'm doing both. I am not in E. B. White's class as a writer or in my neighbors' league as a farmer, but I'm getting by. And after years of frustration with city and suburban living, my wife Sandy and I have finally found contentment here in the country.多尔蒂先生创建自己的理想生活吉姆·多尔蒂有两件事是我一直想做的――写作与务农。
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。
综合教程第三册课后翻译习题参考答案
综合教程第三册课后翻译习题参考答案综合教程第三册课后翻译习题参考答案Unit 1 Fresh Start1. 听到他屡遭失败的消息，我感到很难过。
（distress）It distressed me a great deal to hear the news that he had suffered repeated failures.2. 他虽然失去了老板的欢心，但仍然装出一副高兴的样子。
（assume）He assumed an air of cheerfulness, even though he lost favor with his boss.3. 格列佛（Gulliver）经历了冒险奇遇，见到了一群光怪陆离的人物。
（assortment）Gulliver met with extraordinary adventures and saw a strange assortment of people.4. 如果你再犯同样的错误，他会对你非常生气的。
（furious）He will be furious with you if you repeat the same mistake.5. 我们都被他坦率的观点、幽默的语言和亲切的态度所深深吸引。
(draw)We were all greatly drawn by his frank views, humorous words and genial manner.6. 等到雷鸣般的掌声平息下来，那位诺贝尔奖获得者开始演讲。
(die dawn)After the thunderous applause died down, the Nobel Prize winner began his speech.Unit 2 Tyranny of the Urgent1. 他时常想起孩提时代的往事。
（haunt）Memories of his childhood haunted him.2. 需要更多的志愿者来完成这项辛苦的工作。
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。
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.。
综3Unit1FreshStart词汇解析
A married woman of low rank: used as a title 妇人（称呼）.
INTERJ a child's exclamation of pleasure and approval 太 好啦; 儿童用语，表开心、赞同
7. junk food
junk shop junk mail
18. square
Square is used after units of length when you are giving the length of each side of something that is square in shape. 平方的 (用于长度单位前表示某面面积) [amount ADJ] If you square two different ideas or actions with each other or if they square with each other, they fit or match each other. 使相适配; 适配 The square of a number is the number produced when you multiply that number by itself. For example, the square of 3 is 9. 二次方; 平方
• V. If your arms or legs flail or if you flail them about, they wave about in an energetic but uncontrolled way. • 用力地胡乱挥动; 用力地胡乱摆动
• frail • 虚弱的，脆弱的
6. goody
15. slink
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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.
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.
I 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
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.
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。
find my way safely to my dorm room .The fact was that no
matter how mature I liked to consider myself ,I was was feeling
just a bit first-gradish. Adding to my distress was the distinct
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。
一个无法改变的事实是无论我认为自己多么成熟，我都觉
得还是有点儿大一新生的稚气。此外我还有一个烦恼就是
总觉得大学里的每一个人好像都在注意我。我只想张开耳
朵闭起嘴巴希望这样就不会有人注意到我是一个大一新生。
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。
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 oeveryone 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 .
我第一次开始思考我的大学要做些什么，不管怎样我的