A young man found out? Wandering aimlessly in the street can also bring legal trouble. One misunderstanding leads to another misunderstanding? Until he finally had to appear in court. ........................................................................................................................................... .............................'s whole process from being arrested to being taken to court was a very unpleasant experience at that time? But now it has become the material of a good story. What is particularly irritating is the arbitrary situation during my arrest and the subsequent court trial. It happened in February twelve years ago? It has been several months since I graduated from middle school. But 10 can only go to college? So I'm still at home. One morning? I came to Richmond, a suburb of London not far from where I live? Am I looking for a temporary job? At the same time, save some money to travel. Because the celestial body is clear? Is there anything urgent? I will take a leisurely look at the window in the window. To the park? Sometimes I just stop and look around. This obvious laziness must have ruined me. It happened around half past eleven? When I failed in the local library. Just got out of there? Just saw a man coming across the street? He obviously wants to talk to me. I like to think that he wants to ask me the time. I can't believe he said he was a policeman? Arrest me. At first I thought it was a joke. But then a policeman in police uniform came? Now I have no doubt. "Why did you arrest me?" I asked. "Wandering around? Suspected of committing a crime? " He said. "What case?" I asked again. "Steal?" He said. "Steal what?" I asked. "Bottle", he said? The expression is extremely serious. "Oh?" Here's the thing. There are frequent cases of petty theft in this area? Especially stealing milk bottles from the front steps. then what I made a big mistake? I was only 19 years old? With long, messy hair? He considered himself a member of the "youth counterculture" in the 1960s. So what? I have to show indifference to this? An indifferent attitude? So he said in a casual and indifferent tone? "How long have you been with me?" That's it? I'm in their eyes? I'm used to this situation? This convinced them that I was a total villain. A few minutes later, a police car came. "Sit in the back?" They said? "Put your hand on the back of the chair? Do not move. " They sit on my left and right respectively? This is no joke. At the police station? They questioned me for hours. I keep pretending to be sophisticated? You are used to such things. When they asked me what I was doing? I told them I was looking for a job. "Aha"? Now I can see them thinking. The unemployed. Finally? I've been formally charged? He was told that he would be tried in Richmond District Court next Monday. They just let me go. I want to defend myself in court? But once father finds out what happened. I just hired a very good lawyer. On that Monday? We bring all kinds of witnesses to court? This includes my middle school English teacher as my parallel witness. But the court did not summon him to testify in court. My "trial" is not that deep? Fifteen minutes in court? The judge dismissed the case. I was acquitted. The poor policeman has no chance of winning. My lawyer even succeeded in making the police bear the legal expenses. Like this? I didn't leave any criminal record. But then what? The most shocking thing is the evidence that I was acquitted? I have a standard accent? Have respected middle-class parents taken the case to court? Are there any reliable witnesses? What else is there? Obviously, I can afford a good lawyer. Think about the ambiguous characteristics of this accusation? I bet? What if I was born in a family with different backgrounds? Really lost your job? It is entirely possible to be found guilty. When my lawyer asked for compensation. His defense obviously revolves around the fact that I have "excellent academic performance". At the same time. Outside the courtroom? One of the policemen who arrested me complained to my mother in frustration? There is another young man who wants to do the right thing with the police. He said to me in a reproachful tone? "When did we catch you? You could have helped. " What does he mean by saying that? Maybe it's because I should be angry? And say? "hello? Do you know who you are talking to?

I am ambitious and have excellent academic performance. How dare you arrest me? "In that case? Maybe they will apologize to me? Maybe you can take off your hat? Let me go.

2 unit

A woman who doesn't want to report "I never hated Yankees" What I hate is war ... "My aunt Betty always tells her stories like this. I heard her story many times when I was a child. She lived in an old house in Liville, Virginia? Whenever our family visits her. She always tells this story. He's almost eighty years old? But I can imagine her in the story-just turned 20? Young and beautiful? And a pair of clear and beautiful blue eyes. Betty van mitter has every reason to hate the civil war? One of her brothers was killed in Gettysburg? The other became a prisoner. Then his young husband, James, a Confederate officer, was also captured? Locked in an unknown prison camp. Someday in late September? Hot weather? Betty's former slave Duclent came to tell her a strange thing. He is checking Li Fan. A farmhouse half a mile from Mitt's house thought it was empty? But there was a low groan from the farmhouse? He followed the sound to the top floor? Found a wounded union soldier? There is a rifle beside me. Aunt Betty told me about the first time she met that bearded man? Wearing a bloody blue uniform? She always said? "Just like people walked into a nightmare? Terrible bandage? A disgusting smell. Children? Is this the true face of war? No bugles, no flags. Only pain and filth? Die in vain. " In Betty Van Mitt's eyes? Isn't this man the enemy? But compatriots in distress. She drinks water for him? Try to clean his terrible wound. Out of the farmhouse? Go out and get some fresh air? He leaned against the farmhouse and remembered what he saw-the smashed right hand? Lost left leg-try to control yourself from vomiting. Betty found this man's ID card on the top floor? Confirmed his identity? Captain Henry Bedell of the 1 1 volunteer team in Vermont? Thirty years old. She knew that she should report the situation of this federal government official to the Coalition forces? But she also knew that she wouldn't do that. Is that how she explained it to me? I've been wondering if he has a wife somewhere. Wait for him? Looking forward to his return? But I haven't heard from you.-Just like me. For me? The only important thing is to get her husband back to her. "James van metre's wife take your time? Patient? Cleverly ignited the spark of Henry Bedell's dying life. She hardly has any medicine. I don't want to take it from the few supplies in the Southern Federal Hospital. But she tried her best to help him. When Bedell's body recovered slightly. He told Betty that his wife and daughter were in westerfield, Vermont. Biddle also heard her talk about his brother and husband James. I know his wife must be praying for her? "What did Aunt Betty say to me?" Just like I prayed for James. I feel close to Bedell's wife? This is really weird. "The night in the valley in October is already very cold? Bedell's wound infection has worsened? With the help of Dick and his wife? Betty used the night to move federal officials to an undiscovered attic above her warm kitchen. But what about the next day? Bedell has a high fever. Betty knew that he had to ask for help? Or will he die? So she went to see her family doctor? And old friend Graham Osborne. Dr Osborne examined Bedell? Still shaking your head? Say if you can't get the medicine you need? I'm afraid there is no hope. " Okay, then. Betty said I would buy medicine from the Yankees at Harper's Ferry. "The doctor said she was crazy? The federal government headquarters is nearly twelve miles away? Even if we find them? The Yankees will never believe her. " I'll bring the evidence, "said Betty? He climbed into the attic and got a bloody document? It has the official seal of the war department. "Is this the record of his last promotion? "She said?" When I'm not here. They will believe me. She asked the doctor to make out a list of drugs she needed. I set off early the next morning. She drove for five hours before she stopped, okay? Thank you. When she finally stood in front of the commander of Habos ferry. The sun is going down.

John D Stevenson heard her story? Don't believe it. He said? "Madam, we have received the news of Bedell's death." "But he's still alive?" Betty insisted. "If you can't get the medicine on the list? I'm afraid he will not live long. " "okay?" The general finally said? "I don't want to find out about it? Risking the life of the patrol. " He turned to a junior officer and said? "You are responsible for taking these medicines to Mrs. Van Mitt." He doesn't care about Betty's thanks? Just saying? "No matter what you said is true or not? You are a brave woman. " Betty brought back belleville's medicine. Dr Osborne has just rescued Biddle from danger. Ten days later, Bedell was able to limp with the help of a crutch made by Dick. "I can't make you tired any more?" Bedell said to Betty, "My health is much better"? You can walk around already? I want to go back as soon as possible. So they arranged for Betty's neighbor and friend, Mr. Sam, to use his carriage to help Betty take Biddle to the federal government headquarters stationed at Habos Ferry. They hitched Betty's horse to Sam's mule cart. Bedell is lying in an old wooden box full of hay? Keep his rifle and crutches by his side. This is a long, long journey? And almost ended in failure. The federal line is only an hour away. Suddenly, two riders appeared. A man with a gun wants money? Someone tried to pull Sam out of the carriage. Betty was so scared that she just sat there motionless. Just then? Only heard a gunshot? Shooter down? Dead. Another drink? Another gangster also collapsed to the ground. Bedell shot him? Betty watched him put the gun down? Dust the hay from his hair. "Get in the car? "Did he say Mr. Sam?" Let's move on. "In Harper's town? The soldiers looked at the old farmer and the young girl in surprise. When a federal official with a missing leg stands up from a wooden box full of hay. They were even more surprised. Biddle was sent to Washington? There, he told the story to Edwin m Stanton, secretary of the army. Stanton wrote Betty a thank-you note? And signed an order to release James Van Mitt from the prison camp. But first we have to find James, okay? Is it arranged? Accompany Bedell to find her husband. According to the document? A man named James Van Mitt was sent to a prison camp in Ohio. But? When the prisoners in rags walked by Betty one by one? James is not one of them. Have you checked another prison camp? Still the same result. Betty van mitter fought back a great fear? She is afraid that her husband is dead. Finally in Fort Delaware? From the end of a row of prisoners of war? A tall man came out of the queue and giggled and threw himself into Betty's arms. Betty hugged him? She was in tears. Henry Bedell, who was on crutches, also shed tears.

Unit 3

Why do I teach? Why do you teach? When I told my friends that I didn't want to do any administrative work? He asked me this question. What puzzles him is? Why are all Americans taught to pursue money and power when they grow up? Instead of wanting a job that is obviously a "ladder" to this goal, of course? I don't teach because teaching is easy for me. I've done all kinds of jobs to make money? As a mechanic? Woodworking? A writer? Teaching is the most difficult. Teaching is a red eye for me? Sweating palms? A depressed occupation. My eyes are red and swollen, because no matter how late I prepare lessons, I have no confidence. Is the palm sweating because before entering the classroom? I'm always nervous? The students will surely find out that I turned out to be an idiot. I am depressed because when I walk out of the classroom after an hour, I always feel that this class is more boring than usual. I don't teach because I think I can answer questions? Or because I think I have knowledge to share with others. I'm shocked again? Because of what I said in class, students actually took notes. Then why should I teach? I teach? Because I like the rhythm of the teaching calendar. June? July? August provides thinking? Opportunities for research and writing. I teach? Because teaching is a career based on change. When the textbook remains the same? I am changing-more importantly, my students are changing. I teach? Because I like freedom? My freedom to make mistakes again? Freedom to learn lessons? Motivate yourself? Encourage students' freedom. As a teacher? I am my own boss. What if I let the first-year students write their own textbooks to learn to write? Who will interfere with me? Such a course may be a complete failure? But we can all learn a lot from failure. I teach? Because I like to ask students some questions that need to be racked up to answer. The world is full of right answers to poor questions. I am teaching? Sometimes you will find some good problems. I teach? Is it because I like to find some? Is it because I walked out of the ivory tower with my students? The way to step into the real world. I once taught a course called "How to reinvent yourself in a technological society". 15 of my students have read Emerson? Works of Thoreau and Huxley? They keep diaries? Wrote a term paper. But we also set up a company? Borrowed money to buy a crappy house? Through the renovation of this house? We practiced the topic of self-reliance. At the end of the semester? We sold the house and paid off the loan? Do you pay taxes? The profits are shared by all. So teaching is my lively and colorful life? Challenge me? Gave me a chance to continue studying, but? I haven't talked about the most important reason why I teach. One reason is Wikipedia. She was my first doctor? Is an energetic student. He tirelessly wrote a paper about an unknown14th century poet. He also wrote several articles. And sent it to academic journals. She did it alone? Only occasionally get some inspiration from me. I saw her finish the paper with my own eyes? Her article was adopted. I saw her get a job? And got a postgraduate position at Harvard University? Write a book about my budding ideas as a student. Another reason is George. He is my engineering student? Later, he decided that he loved others more than things? I turned to learning English. Where's Jenny He dropped out of school But I was pulled back by my classmates? Because they want her to see the results of their renovation of the old house. I want to see her come back? Did you hear what she said to me? She later became interested in the urban poor? Later he became a civil rights lawyer. Also mentioned the cleaning lady Jackie? She is more intuitive than most of us through analysis. Jackie has decided to go to college after graduating from high school. These grow in front of my eyes? Changing talents is the real reason why I became a teacher. Being a teacher means seeing the clay figurine begin to breathe this creative achievement. "Promotion"? No more teaching? Maybe it will bring me money and power. But I have money? I get paid to do what I like? Reading? Talking to people? Ask some questions, such as "What's the point of having money?" Questions like this. I have rights, too? I have the right to give inspiration? Inspire talent? Have the right to open a bibliography? Show people the way Is there any greater right than this? And can teaching bring things other than money and power? This is love. Not only love learning? Love reading? Love thoughts? And there are teachers who are interested in leaving their lives? And began to get rid of the love of students. Is it inappropriate to learn the word "love" here? "Magic" might be more appropriate. I teach? Is it because of being with students who are starting to get a new life? I sometimes feel that I also got Unit 4 with them.

Every big city has a floating population. But most of the time? They are all men who are addicted to alcohol. It seems that only new york attracts a group of strange people? A homeless and lonely woman. They live alone? And full of doubts. The lady carrying the shopping bag doesn't drink? They don't want to be as warm as beggars and huddle with their friends? They don't seem to like each other? I don't like being close to different people either. I thought social scientists called them "urban hermits". Do they know when the restaurant will dump the leftovers into the trash can? Where they can find food. What if local residents see a woman in the same corner every day? I often give him some change when I pass by.

Women with shopping bags don't beg in public? But they don't refuse charity from others. Once a homeless woman becomes a frequent visitor to that neighborhood? It's hard for you to walk past her without giving her some money. Just like you have to donate some money when you walk through the dedication box in the church. And then what? Although you may not like it? But what if she chooses your corridor as her place to sleep at night? Morally Is it difficult for you to get rid of her? Just like it's hard for you to get rid of a lost dog. There are many kinds of ladies carrying shopping bags? Sleeping on the street? Claiming that you like freedom? Don't want to be bound by society? Some become homeless vagrants? Because their loved ones died? Or can't they continue to pay the rent? I don't know where to apply for relief. How to apply for relief? And some are quasi-vagrants? They have a fixed place to live-a brother and sister can go to their place to take a bath occasionally. Most street girls are between 40 and 65 years old. Even in summer, they wear several layers of clothes. There is a newspaper between the clothes? Bad weather? A little more protection. Generally speaking, the more shopping bags homeless women carry? The more prepared they are for street life. "You may think all my bags are rubbish?" A homeless woman was having lunch at a church soup kitchen. She said, "But here is everything I need. Changed clothes? Newspapers keep out the cold. " Vagrant women don't like to talk much? Take ordinary conversation as an invasion. But after a while? Chicken soup to warm up? She began to speak. "Is this place good?" She volunteered? "The people here are very friendly. Most people in new york are cold. My city has sisters? But people still have to go their own way when they grow up. Right? " "Because the tooth is broken? I often go out. You may not know this? As long as you pick up something to eat in the restaurant? No matter how careful you are. Teeth will be bad? I don't care. The cups in the restaurant are not cleaned. I haven't waited for you to figure out what is going on. Your teeth are broken. This is what happened to me? Before the teeth are fixed? I don't want to see anyone. So I went out? Forget your troubles. I often find a place to sit? Do you want something to eat? Then go where you have to go. I brought everything? Because you can't trust others. " The story of filling teeth is the fantasy of a typical wandering lady. The psychiatrist said? Even after talking to these homeless women for a long time? They can't distinguish fact from imagination. A quasi-homeless woman rented a room in a cheap hotel nearby? But she spends eight hours every day under the central escalator of the railway station. A priest in a nearby church found out that she was entitled to disability allowance? She never asked for it? I helped her find a place to live. But every morning from 8 am to 5 pm? She is still sitting next to the escalator at the station, with a crate full of milk bottles in her hand. Do nothing? And don't talk to anyone? It's almost like her job. No one knows that there are few princesa in new york. These figures are still rising. Some priests, nuns and researchers spend a lot of time taking care of them? And try my best to make these poor female hermits live better.

Unit 5

The day my mother cried a long time ago, a dark winter day? I never came home from school full of expectations. I have the new issue of my favorite sports magazine under my arm? I'm the only one in the house. Dad goes to work? Sister is not at home? Mom found a job? Won't be home for an hour. I jumped up the steps? Rush into the living room? Pop the light on. What I saw shocked me? Mom's body is huddled up? With a face in your hand? Sit at the other end of the sofa. She is crying. I've never seen her cry? I approached cautiously? Pat her on the shoulder. "Mom?" I said? "What's the matter?" She breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed out a smile. "Nothing? Really? What's the big deal? It's just that I'm going to lose this new job? I can't type fast enough? " "But you only went for three days?" I said? "You will keep up." I will repeat what my mother told me a hundred times. Whenever I have difficulties in studying or doing something important to me? That's what she said. "No," she said sadly. "in the past, I always said that I could accomplish everything I set my mind to do? Now I still think I can do most things. But not this time. "

I take it for granted that my mother has this ability. But neither the day care center nor the motel my parents bought later could provide enough money for my sister and me to go to college. I should go to college in two years? My sister will go to school in three years. Time is running out? Mom desperately wants to make money. Very clear? Dad has done his best-there are still 80 acres left. A few months after selling the motel. Mom brought an old typewriter home? This typewriter sometimes leaks words? The keyboard is also very loose. At dinner that night? I said this machine is "a pile of rubbish" and "it's the only thing we can afford". Mom said? From that day on, "enough contact"? As soon as the table is cleared? Have you finished washing the dishes? Mom just went into her sewing room to practice? How many nights did the slow tick last? Ta？ The click continued until midnight. Is it almost Christmas? I heard that mom got a job in the radio station? I'm not surprised, okay? Not seriously. But she's happy. Monday? She came back from work on her first day? I found that she was no longer excited? She looks sleepy? Long face? I ignored her. Tuesday? Dad made dinner? Cleaned the kitchen? Mother stayed in her sewing room to practice. "Is mom okay?" I asked dad. "Does she have any difficulty in typing?" He said, "She needs practice? I think if we help her a little more? She will be grateful. " "I did a lot?" I said? I immediately raised my vigilance. "I know?" Dad said quietly? "But you can do more. You must remember that her main job is to let you go to college. " Honestly. I don't care if I can go to college. I hope she can forget this code. Wednesday? Surprise and embarrassment when I found my mother crying? It completely proves how I don't understand the pressure she is under. Sitting on the sofa next to him? I'm beginning to understand. "I suppose we all fail sometimes?" Mom said quietly? I can feel her pain. I can also feel her nervousness about the strong emotional venting caused by my intrusion. Suddenly? My heart was touched? I stretched out my arm? Hold her. Mom can't control it anymore? She leaned her face on my shoulder? Sobbing? I held her tightly? I don't want to talk. I know I'm doing what I have to do, okay what can I do? That's enough. That moment? Feel mom's north shaking with excitement? The first time I realized her vulnerability? Is she still my mother? But it's more than that? She is still the same person as me. Do you get scared? Will it hurt? Will fail. I can feel her pain. Just like thousands of times when I seek comfort in her arms, she can feel me. A week later? Mom got a job selling textiles? Earn half as much as radio. "I did this job?" She simply said? But the practice on the old green typewriter continues at night. Now? When I passed her room at night. Did you hear her typing? My mood is completely different. I know more than one woman is practicing typing. When I left home for college two years later. Mom has a job with a higher salary? A job with more responsibility. I can't help wondering. Mother learned as much from her failure as I did? Because a few years later. When I graduated. When you proudly accepted a job as a newspaper reporter. Mother has been a reporter for the newspaper in our town for six months. Now? That old green typewriter hasn't been repaired for too long, and it's in my office? She's a souvenir? But the memories it evokes are different for me and my mother. When I have difficulty writing an article and want to give up? Or when I feel sorry for myself and think that life should not be hard for me? I just typed a piece of paper on that old typewriter? Like mom? Struggling word by word. This is what I thought, not her failure? But what about her courage? The courage to move on. This typewriter is the best souvenir I have ever received.