自考综合英语1-14

Lesson Fourteen Cipher in the Snow

Jean E. Mizer

一个母亲再嫁，与继父一起生活，没有家庭温暖的少年，在学校里成绩不好，沉默寡言，默默无闻，极少参加学校活动。在一个寒冷的早晨，上学的路上，他突然倒了下去，死于“心力衰竭”。一位老师进行了家访，阅读了他的全部档案之后，发出了愤怒的呼声：“是学校的‘教育’扼杀了他的信心，‘教育’对他的早逝有不可推卸的责任。这是为什么 ? ”

1 It started on a biting cold February morning. I was driving behind the Milford Corners bus as I did most snowy mornings on my way to school. It stopped short at a hotel, and I was annoyed, as I had to come to an unexpected stop. A boy staggered out of the bus, stumbled, and collapsed on the snowbank at the curb. The bus driver and I reached him at the same moment. His thin, hollow face was white even against the snow.

2 "He's dead," the driver whispered.

3 I glanced quickly at the scared young faces staring down at us from the school bus. "A doctor! Quick! "

4 "No use. I tell you he's dead." The driver looked down at the boy's still body. "He never even said he felt bad," he muttered, "just tapped me on the shoulder and said, quietly, I'm sorry. I have to get off at the hotel. That's all. Polite and apologizing. "

5 At school, the giggling morning noise quieted as the news went down the halls. I passed a group of girls. "Who was it? Who dropped dead on the way to school?" I heard one of them half-whisper.

6 " Don't know his name; some kid from Milford Corners " was the reply.

7 It was like that in the faculty room and the principal's office. "I'd appreciate your going out to tell the parents," the principal told me. "They haven't a phone and, anyway, somebody from school should go there in person. I'll cover your classes."

8 "Why me?" I asked. "Wouldn't it be better if you did it?"

9 "I didn't know the boy," the principal admitted. "And in last year's sophomore personalities column I note that you were listed as his favorite teacher."

10 I drove through the snow and cold down the bad road to the Evans place and thought about the boy, Cliff Evans. His favorite teacher! I could see him in my mind's eye all right, sitting back there in the last seat in my afternoon literature class. He came in the room by himself and left by himself. " Cliff Evans, " I muttered to myself, " a boy who never talked, a boy who never smiled. "

11 The big ranch kitchen was clean and warm. I blurted out the news somehow. Mrs. Evans reached blindly toward a chair. "He never said anything about being ill."

12 His stepfather said impatiently, "He has said nothing about anything since I moved in here."

13 Mrs. Evans pushed a pan to the back of the stove and began to untie her apron. " Now hold on, " her husband said angrily. " I've got to have breakfast before I go to town. Nothing we can do now anyway. If Cliff hadn't been so dumb, he'd have told us he didn't feel well. "

14 After school I sat in the office and stared at the records spread out before me. I was to close the file and write the obituary for the school paper. The almost bare sheets in the file mocked the effort. [0704:46] Cliff Evans, white, never legally adopted by stepfather, five young half

brothers and sisters. These bits of information and the list of D grades were all the records had to offer. [1004:34]

15 Cliff Evans had silently come in the school door in the mornings and gone out the school door in the evenings, and that was all. He had never belonged to a club. He had never played on a team. He had never held an office. As far as I could tell, he had never done one happy, noisy kid thing. He had never been anybody at all.

16 How do you go about making a boy into a zero? [0810:37] The grade school records showed me. The first and second grade teachers' notes read "sweet, shy child " ; " timid but eager. " Then the third grade note had opened the attack. Some teacher had written in a good, firm hand, "Cliff won't talk. Uncooperative. Slow learner." The other academic sheep had followed with "dull" ; "slow-witted" ; "low I. Q." They became correct. The boy's I.Q. score in the ninth grade was listed at 83. But his I.Q. in the third grade had been 106. The score didn't go under 100 until the seventh grade. Even shy, timid, sweet children have resilience. [0607:42] It takes time to break them.

17 I went angrily to the typewriter and wrote a savage report pointing out what education had done to Cliff Evans. I slapped a copy on the principal's desk and another in the sad file. I banged the typewriter and slammed the file and crashed the door shut, but didn't feel much better.

A little boy kept walking after me, a little boy with a thin, pale face; a skinny body in faded jeans; and big eyes that had looked and searched for a long time and then had become veiled.

18 I could guess how many times he'd been chosen last to play sides in a game, how many whispered child conversations had excluded him, how many times he hadn't been asked. I could see and hear the faces and voices that said over and over, "You're dumb. You're nothing, Cliff Evans."

19 A child is a believing creature. Cliff undoubtedly believed them. [1201:39; 1007:38; 1001:32; 0510:45] Suddenly it seemed clear to me: When finally there was nothing left at all for Cliff Evans, he collapsed on a snowbank and went away. The doctor might list "heart failure" as the cause of death, but that wouldn't change my mind.

20 We couldn't find ten students in the school who had known Cliff well enough to attend the funeral as his friends. So the student-body officers and a committee from the junior class went as a group to the ch …… 此处隐藏：18959字，全部文档内容请下载后查看。喜欢就下载吧 ……