While I was waiting to enter university, I saw in a newspaper a teaching job1at a school about ten miles from where I lived. Being very short of money and wanting to do something2I applied (申请). And then, I began to fear that without a degree and with no3of teaching my chances of getting the job were4.
However, three days later, a letter arrived, calling me to Croydon for a meeting with the headmaster. It proved to be a5journey: a train to Croydon station, a ten-minute bus ride and then a walk of at6a quarter of a mile. As a result I arrived there, feeling too hot to be nervous. It was clearly the7himself that opened the door. He was short and round.
“The school,” he said, “is made up of one8of twenty-four boys between seven and thirteen.” I should have to teach all the subjects except art,9he taught himself. I should have to divide the class into three groups and teach them in turn at three different places, and I was10at the thought of teaching maths—a subject at which I wasn't very11at school. Worse perhaps was the idea of12to teach them on Saturday afternoon because most of my friends would be13themselves at that time.
Before I had time to ask about my salary, he got up to his14. “Now” he said, you'd better meet my wife. She is the one who really15this school.
