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the cardinal sin, strange as it may seem in an institution of learning, is talking. there are others, of course — sins, i mean, and i seem to have committed a good number. yesterday i was playing my record of gielgud4 reading shakespeare. i had brought my own phonograph to school (no one could find the requisition forms for "audio-visual aids" — that's the name for the school record player) and i had succeeded, i thought, in establishing a mood. i mean, i got them to be quiet, when — enter admiral ass,5 in full regalia, epaulettes quivering with indignation. he snapped his fingers for me to stop the phonograph, waited for the turntable to stop turning, and pronounced:
"there will be a series of three bells rung three times indicating emergency shelter drill. playing records does not encourage the orderly evacuation of the class." i mention mchabe because he has crystallized into the
chaos, waste, cries for help — strident, yet unheard. or am i romanticizing? that's what paul says; he only shrugs and makes up
funny verses about everyone. that's paul barringer — a writer who teaches english on one foot, as it were, just waiting to be published. he's very attractive: a tan crew cut, a white smile with lots of teeth;
one eyebrow higher than the other. all the girls are in love with him.
there are a few good, hard-working, patient who manage to teach against insuperable odds; a few brilliantly endowed teachers who — unknown and unsung — work their magic in the classroom; a few who truly love young people. the rest, it seems to me, have either given up, or are taking it out on the kids. "those who can, do, those who can't, teach." like most sayings, this is only half true. those who can, teach; those who can't — the bitter, the misguided, the failures from other fields — find in the school system an excuse or a and dr. bester, my immediate supervisor, chairman of the english department, i can't figure out at all. he is a dour, desiccated little man, remote and prissy.6 like most chairmen, he teaches only one class of seniors; the most experienced teachers are frequently promoted right out of the classroom! kids respect him; teachers dislike him - possibly because he is given to popping up, unexpectedly, to observe them. "the ghost walks" is the grape-vine signal for his visits. bea7 told me he started out as a great teacher, but he's been soured by the trivia-mtriplicate which his administrative duties impose. i hope he doesn't come to observe me until i get my bearings.
2. Must he work hard today? How must he work today? He must work hard today, mustn't he?
3. Are we leaving for Moscow next week? When are we leaving for Moscow? We are leaving for Moscow next week, aren't we?
4. Were we reading the whole evening? What were we doing the whole evening? We were reading the whole evening, weren't we?
5. Don't they go to work on Sunday? When don't they go to work? They don't go to work on Sunday, do they?
6. Is it cold today? What's the weather like today? It is not cold today, is it?
7. Has Ann already begun to read a new book? Who has already begun to read a new book? Ann has already begun to read a new book, hasn't she?
8. Do you learn English at school? What do you learn at school? We learn English at school, don't we?
9. Will they show you how to get there? Who will show you how to get there? They will show you how to get there, won't they?
The role of the main hero in the film was brilliantely performed by a popular American film actor Richard Gere. I highly recommend to watch film "Hachiko" to all those people who haven't seen it yet. This is an amazing story about the dog which was the most faithful and devoted friend in the whole world for her owner. Now in Japan you can see Hachiko's memorial. The plot is remarkable but very tragic: Parker Wilson (Richard Gere), a University Professor, returning home in the evening after work, finds at the train station a lost puppy. After several unsuccessful attempts to find the owner of the dog, Parker decides to keep the puppy, naming him Hachiko. From that moment between Parker and Hachiko occurs deep friendship and sincere affection, they spend much time together.
Every morning, Hachiko accompanies the master, hurrying to work, to the station, and in the evening waits for his return, sitting on the parapet in front of the entrance to the station. This ritual continues for a long time, Hachiko is already known to all the sellers and employees of the station. One day, Parker went to work, where he had a heart attack and he died... but Hachiko continues to come daily to the station and wait for the Parker’s train. Parker's wife moves to another city and wants to take Hachiko, however, he escapes and returns to the station, where remains to live. Ten years later, the wife of Parker arrives to visit the grave of her husband and at the station she sees Hachiko still waiting for his master... After some time, Hachiko dies on the parapet, where he so many years was waiting for Parker.