想成為我們的主播，歡迎加微信 xdfbook 投稿。 一段美文，一首英文歌，或是一點生活感想，全由你做主。 《可是，我又一次沒從高中畢業(yè)》 Yet Again, I Won’t Be Moving up at My High School The high school graduation season is ended on Long Island. Summer’s moving into high gear ). The seniors ) have moved on, ready to begin the next stages of their lives. All the students in my junior ) English class are looking forward to senior year. All of them, but not me. I’ve been left back. Again. Stuck in junior English for the 32nd time. I’ve been close to advancement a few times. One year I even spoke at graduation. It was a great honor. People applauded. And still, they didn’t let me graduate. September came around, and I was in the same classroom, reading the same books, knowing all the endings. Everybody else was a stranger. Everything was new for everyone else. I had no friends. Didn’t know a soul except Gatsby ) and Hamlet ) and Emily Webb ). At the start of the school year, everybody else talked so much that the noise reminded me of an orchestra ) warming up. Looking around the classroom, I felt alone and hopeful. I consoled ) myself with the thought that this might be the year. This might be my June. I might finally move up and get out of junior English class. But it didn’t happen. And now all the people in my class whom I gradually came to know and even like are gone. Moved ahead without me. I’ve been left back. Again. So, a strange thing has happened: I’ve grown old in high school. I’ve become an old man. True, far from decrepit )— I’m not ready for the Guinness Book of Records — but still, unnaturally old for high school. I mean, isn’t high school supposed to be a passage? A journey rather than a destination? You endure it. You overcome it. Nowadays, before they even leave it, students become nostalgic ), remembering the good times. But what if you’ve never left? How can I look back when it’s right here all around me each and every year? Again. Over and over. The people change, but the place remains basically the same. Oh, I’ve endured the cosmetic ) changes: celluloid film ) to VHS ) to DVD; the evolution of chalkboard to white board to Smart Board ); the transformation from handwritten grade books and pocket calculators to online grade book programs; and the rise of the ubiquitous ) smartphone. But the bell schedule, the calendar, the cheers at athletic events, the applause at concerts and plays, the snow days, the meetings, the crowded hallways, the excited chatter, the lines of yellow school buses in the mornings and afternoons, the American flag flapping atop the pole in front of the building, these things don’t change. After all these years, that sameness provides comfort. So, July and August will heal my bruised ) ego. I have not been promoted. Again. No matter. A couple of trees in the backyard need trimming. A new path off the back deck needs building. I can awaken to the sound of the birds rather than before them. Sit by the fire pit and watch the stars appear in the darkening sky. Hopefully, by September I’ll be ready to meet some new faces. And I’ll start renewed. I’ll work real hard and do my best. I guess I’ll be OK, even if I get left back . . . again. After all, I’m a teacher. It’s what we do. 長島的高中畢業(yè)季結束了。夏季正快步到來。畢業(yè)班的同學們繼續(xù)前行，準備開始他們?nèi)松南乱粋€階段。高三英語班的同學們都期待著升入畢業(yè)班。他們所有人都期待著，除了我。我又一次被留下了。第32次被留在了高三英語班。 有幾次，我已經(jīng)接近升級。有一年，我甚至在畢業(yè)典禮上發(fā)言了。那真是極大的榮譽，人們熱烈地鼓掌。但結果還是一樣，他們沒有讓我畢業(yè)。9月到來，我還是身處同一間教室，讀著同一些課本，對所有的結局了如指掌。周圍的每個人都不認識。對其他每個人來說，一切都是那么新奇。我沒有朋友。除了蓋茨比、哈姆雷特和埃米麗·韋布，我誰都不認識。 就在這一學年伊始，其他人都在嘰嘰喳喳聊個不停，那嘈雜讓我想起了管弦樂隊的預熱演奏。環(huán)顧教室，我倍感孤單又滿懷希望。我安慰自己今年也許就會畢業(yè)。也許就在今年6月。我也許終于可以升學，離開高三英語班了。 但是事與愿違。 現(xiàn)在班里所有我逐漸熟悉甚至喜歡上的人都走了。他們繼續(xù)前行，沒有帶我。我又一次被留下了。 因此，奇怪的事情發(fā)生了：我在高中變老了。我已變成了一個老頭兒。準確地講，還遠未到垂垂老矣的地步——我還沒準備好被記入“吉尼斯世界紀錄”——但對高中生而言，我還是老得不合情理。 我的意思是說，難道高中不該是一個階段嗎？是一段旅程而不是目的地？你經(jīng)歷它，你戰(zhàn)勝它。而在當前這種即將離校的時刻，學生們充滿懷舊情緒，緬懷過去的美好時光。 但是假如你從未離開過會怎樣呢？我要如何才能回顧年年歲歲在這兒陪伴我的一切？一次又一次，周而復始。 年年歲歲，物是人非。 哦，我已經(jīng)見證了那些表面的變化：從膠片電影到錄像帶，再到DVD的轉換；從粉筆黑板到白板到交互式白板的演變；從手寫成績冊和袖珍計算器到網(wǎng)上成績冊系統(tǒng)的轉變；無處不在的智能手機的興起。但是規(guī)律的鈴聲、教學日歷、體育競賽中的歡呼聲、音樂會和戲劇表演時的掌聲、下雪的日子、各種會議、擁擠的走廊、眉飛色舞的聊天者、早晨和下午集結的一排排黃色校車、樓前旗桿上方飄揚的美國國旗，這些都未曾改變。多年以來，這些一成不變的東西給人以安慰。 因此，7月和8月將會治愈我受傷的內(nèi)心。我又一次沒有升級。不要緊，后院的幾棵樹需要修剪，后面的露臺旁邊需要修一條新的小路。我可以伴著鳥兒的叫聲醒來，而不是醒在它們鳴叫之前。我可以坐在爐火旁邊，望著星辰在暗夜中顯現(xiàn)。希望到了9月，我就會準備好去見一些新的面孔。我也將有一個全新的開始。我將會格外努力，做到最好。我想即使我一如既往地被留下了，我也會好好的…… 畢竟，我是一名老師，這就是我們的工作。 文章摘自：《新東方英語·中學生》雜志2017年8月號