黑龙江省绥化市第九中学九年级英语全册《Unit 3》My life at boarding school文章素材 人教新目标版

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My life at boarding school
Boarding life has never appealed to me. I'm accustomed to family life, but my parents told me that going to boarding school would be an opportunity to make more friends. Both of them had fond, relaxing memories of their times at universities.
"Boarding life is full of amazement and laughter," they extolled. "It's just like a pastoral life. You won't be easily bothered by society. The only thing that you can think about is how to make your life better. Nobody focuses only on their studies. Everybody loves activities. Boys enjoy singing, accompanied by the rising sun. Girls like walking after the night descends. Of course, you also have to study at night.
"After that, you can relax again with a night snack or by reading before you fall into a nice sleep. If you still can't fall asleep, you can watch thousands of glinting stars which tell you about an exotic and occult universe. Gradually you seem to drift into another world until the first cockcrow in the morning when a new day has begun!"
Unfortunately, I found boarding life to be miserable. Every morning I had to force myself away from my warm and lovely bed, and then squeeze into the crowded washroom. Breakfast was always the worst. It was really difficult to make decisions about the poor food selections.
The morning classes were hypnotic and even the bell refused to ring a mere one second earlier. During lunch, I seldom talked and I ate as quickly as possible in order to escape from the cafeteria. Afternoon "activities" were always the most exhausting, such as laundry. Students were always the quietest at night. Teachers acted as guards during night classes and watched the students like tigers. Who dared to talk挂阿
I often felt dubious about being a teenager. Teens should be active and creative! But at boarding school, we all did the same thing each day. Our life seemed to be the same color. Although we enjoyed a modern learning environment, we also lost something valuable that our parents had -- colorful childhoods.。