用My school days 写篇英语作文

用My school days 写篇英语作文

My School Days Looking over my own school days, there are so many things that I would rather not tell, that it will take very little time and space for me to use in telling what I am willing that the carping public should know about my early history. I began my educational career in a log school house. Finding that other great men had done that way, I began early to look around me for a log school house where I could begin in a small way to soak my system full of hard words and information. For a time I learned very rapidly. Learning came to me with very little effort at first. I would read my lesson over once or twice and then take my place in the class. It never bothered me to recite my lesson and so I stood at the head of the class. I could stick my big toe through a knot-hole in the floor and work out the most difficult problem. This became at last a habit with me. With my knot-hole I was safe, without it I would hesitate. A large red-headed boy, with feet like a summer squash and eyes like those of a dead codfish, was my rival. He soon discovered that I was very dependent on that knot-hole, and so one night he stole into the school house and plugged up the knot-hole, so that I could not work my toe into it and thus refresh my memory. Then the large red-headed boy, who had not formed the knot-hole habit, went to the head of the class and remained there. After I grew larger, my parents sent me to a military school. That is where I got the fine military learning and stately carriage that I still wear. My room was on the second floor, and it was very difficult for me to leave it at night, because the turnkey locked us up at 9 o’clock every evening. Still, I used to get out once in a while and wander around in the starlight. I did not know yet why I did it, but I presume it was a kind of somnambulism. I would go to bed thinking so intently of my lessons that I would get up and wander away, sometimes for miles, in the solemn night. One night I awoke and found myself in a watermelon patch. I was never so ashamed in my life. It is a very serious thing to be awakened so rudely out of a sound sleep, by a bull dog, to find yourself in the watermelon vineyard of a man with whom you are not acquainted. I was not on terms of social intimacy with this man or his dog. They did not belong to our set. We had never been thrown together before. After that I was called the great somnambulist and men who had watermelon conservatories shunned me. But it cured me of my somnambulism. I have never tried to somnambule any more since that time. There are other little incidents of my schooldays that come trooping up in my memory at this moment, but they were not startling in their nature. Mine is but the history of one who struggled on year after year, trying to do better, but most always failing to connect. The boys of Boston would do well to study carefully my record and then–do differently. 我的学生时代 在看我自己的上学的时候,有很多事情我宁愿不告诉,它将以很少的时间与空间,为我使用的告诉我,愿吹毛求疵公众应该知道我的早期的历史. 我开始我的教育事业学校房屋日志中.发现其他伟大的人已经做了那件事,我开始了及早到周围看看我的日志学校房子里我就能开始在很小的程度上浸透我的系统充满难听的话,和信息. 一段时间,我学会了很迅速.学习到我这里来,只需一点小小的努力,放在第一位.我阅读功课超过一次、两次,然后坐我的位子对不对上课了.这不会影响我背诵出我的课,所以我站在头班级的工作.我可以把我的大脚趾knot-hole通过在地板上,制定出最棘手的问题.这成为最后一种习惯和我在一起.我和我的knot-hole是安全的,没有它我可能犹豫. 这是一个大的小男孩,有脚站立,像夏天的挤压和眼睛像那些死鳕鱼,是我的竞争对手.他很快就发现我是非常依赖于knot-hole,所以在一天晚上他偷偷溜进了学校的房子,堵塞了knot-hole,这样我就可以在我的脚趾头不工作,从而使我的记忆. 然后大男孩,这是没有形成了knot-hole习惯,去上课的头就住在那里. 在我的扩大,我的父母都送我去军事学校.这就是我有优良的军事学习而庄严的运输我还是穿. 我的房间在第二层楼,并且它很困难,我想把它在晚上,因为交钥匙锁我们每天晚上九点钟.不过,我习惯于一会儿一旦徘徊在星光一般.我不知道但我为什么那么做,但我想这是一种当.我会去床上思考目不转睛地盯着我的课我可以好起来并失去了,有时因为英里,在庄严的夜晚. 有天夜里我醒来的时候,发现自己正置身于一个西瓜补丁.我从来没有感到羞耻了我的生活.这是一个非常严肃的事如此粗鲁的醒的健全的睡眠,被公牛狗,找到自己在西瓜葡萄园的人不熟悉你在谁那里搜出来.我不是从社会亲近这个人,或是他的狗.他们不属于我们的.我们从来没有麽凑到一起的面前. 以后,被称为大somnambulist人conservatories抛弃了我.西瓜但当治好了我的.我从来没有尝试somnambule了至今. 还有其他的小事件起我的学生时代是在我的记忆中如今已在这一刻,但是他们并不令人吃惊的在他们的本性.我不过是人的历史年复一年的努力,试图做得更好,但是大多数总是不善于接口.男孩子们对波士顿做的很好,我的历史并仔细研究then-do不同.