新标准大学学英语综合教程1第二版 Diary of a fresher.doc

1.After a wearisome expedition by car from home, we arrive at my hall of residence, and I check in. The warden gives me a set of keys and a room number. My room is five floors up, and the lift has a sign on it,“out of order”. Finally, with my mother flushed and gasping for breath, we find Room 8, I unlock the door, and we all walk in. After one minute, my father climbs out. The room is barely big enough for one, and certainly not big enough for the whole family. I can stretch out full-length on the bed and touch three walls without moving a muscle. Lucky my brother and my dog didnt come too. Later. My parents have just left. Im here alone, hemmed in by my books and a suitcase. What do I do next? Theres a coffee morning for first-year students. I meet my tutor, a lofty man with sloping shoulders, who looks determined to be affable. Have you come far? he peers down at me. As he speaks, his head jerks wildly from side to side, which makes his coffee spill into the saucer. I live not far from Edinburgh, about six hours away, I explain. Splendid! he says, and moves on to the freshman standing beside me. Have you come far? he asks, splendid, he barks, without waiting for the answer, and moves on. He takes a sip of coffee, and looks thunderstruck to discover the cup is empty. My mother calls. She enquires if Ive met my tutor yet. Am feeling a bit puckish, and it occurs to me that I havent eaten for two days. I go downstairs and stumble across the dining hall, where I can have three meals a day. I go down and join a lengthy file of people winding its way out into the open.Whats for breakfast? I ask the guy in front of me. No idea. I was too late for breakfast. This is for lunch. Its self-service and todays menu includes chicken, rice, potatoes, salad, vegetables, cheese, yoghurt and fruit. The boy in front piles it all onto his plate, pays for it, and goes to sit down. I seem to have lost my appetite.My mother calls. She asks if Im eating proper meals. I have a lecture at 9 am. I wake up at 8.45. No one has woken me. Weird. I pull on some clothes, and dash over to the lecture hall. I sit down beside a girl who looks half asleep. She inspects me. Just got up? she asks. How can she tell? The lecture takes an hour, and at the end I look at my notes. I cant read my handwriting. The girls name is Sophie and shes an English literature major, like me. She looks frighteningly intelligent, and when we chat after the lecture, she tells me she read the whole of this terms reading list during her gap year. Shes a bit impresses, and I feel so ignorantI dont even think I should breathe the same air as her. Mum calls. She asks if I slept OK. Its the Freshers Fair today, and Sophie and I go along to see how many clubs we can join. We concur that we want to make a lot of friends, so I sign up for ballroom dancing, the Artificial Intelligence Society, bell- ringing and the Extreme Sports Club. Sophie signs up for Amateur Dramatics and the Mozart choir. I wonder if Sophie and I are going to stay buddies. Mum calls. My brother has tried to rent out my bedroom back home. Mum reassures me that its mine for as long as I need it, that its my home and that they miss me very much, especially the dog. I burst into tears. In the morning, I go to the library. But it seems I need some from of identification and I dont have an ID card yet. For some reason, I also have to swear that I wont damage the books or break the library rules, and if I do, Ill be sent to prison. (What!? For speaking too loudly?) It seems that its a very old library, and the university is inordinately proud of it. Tonight is Club night at the Students Union, but Ive run out of clean clothes. Im not sure what happens to my dirty clothes after putting them in the clothes basket and before finding them clean, ironed and folded in my wardrobe. Maybe Mum will call soon. 1.我们从家里坐车出发，经过一番疲惫不堪的长途跋涉，终于到达了我的住所，我办理了入住手续。看门人给了我一套钥匙和一个房间号码。我的房间在五层楼上，电梯上有个牌子写着“故障”。最后，我的母亲满脸通红，气喘吁吁，我们找到了8号房间，我打开门，我们都走了进去。一分钟后，我爸爸爬了出来。房间只够一个人住，当然也不够全家住。我可以全身伸展躺在床上，不动一动就能摸到三面墙。幸好我哥哥和我的狗也没来。以后。我的父母刚刚离开。我一个人在这儿，被书和手提箱所包围。接下来我要做什么?一年级的学生有一个喝咖啡的早晨。我遇到了我的导师，一个身材高大，肩膀倾斜的人，他看起来下定决心要和蔼可亲。“你走远了吗?”他低头看着我。当他说话时，他的头疯狂地左右晃动，这使得他的咖啡溅到了茶托里。“我住的地方离爱丁堡不远，大约有六个小时的路程，”我解释道。“太棒了!”他说，然后走向站在我旁边的新生。“你走远了吗?”他问道，“好极了。”他喝了一口咖啡，大吃一惊地发现杯子里空无一物。我妈妈电话。她问我是否见过我的导师。我觉得有点饿，突然想起我已经两天没吃东西了。我下楼，跌跌撞撞地穿过餐厅，在那里我可以一日三餐。我走下去，加入一长串蜿蜒着走向户外的人群。“早餐吃什么?”我问我前面的人。“不知道。我吃早饭太晚了。这是午餐。”这是自助服务，今天的菜单包括鸡肉、米饭、土豆、沙拉、蔬菜、奶酪、酸奶和水果。前面的男孩把钱都堆在盘子里，付了钱，然后坐了下来。我好像没胃口了。我妈妈电话。她问我是否吃得合适。我上午9点有一节课。我8点45分起床。没有人叫醒我。奇怪。我穿上衣服，冲到演讲厅。我坐在一个看起来半睡半醒的女孩旁边。她检查我。“刚起床?”她问。她怎么知道?这堂课花了一个小时，最后我看我的笔记。我看不懂我的笔迹。这个女孩的名字叫苏菲，她和我一样是英国文学专业的。她看起来聪明得吓人，课后我们聊天时，她告诉我，她在间隔年读了这学期的全部阅读清单。她给我留下了深刻的印象，我觉得自己很无知，我甚至觉得我不应该呼吸和她一样的空气。妈妈的电话。她问我睡得好不好。今天是新生博览会，我和苏菲一起去看看我们能加入多少个社团。我们一致认为我们想交很多朋友，所以我报名参加交际舞、人工智能学会、摇铃和极限运动俱乐部。苏菲报名参加业余戏剧表演和莫扎特合唱团。我想知道苏菲和我是否会继续做朋友。妈妈的电话。我哥哥想把我家里的卧