An Academic Autobiography of David Nunan
My first day as a teacher is almost my last. It is 9.05 on a hot and sunny January morning: the first day of the new school year. I caught the wrong train, and in consequence, I’m five minutes late. I scramble up the stone steps into the Victorian school building after students and teachers have entered their respective classrooms.
The secretary in the school office directs me down the corridor to my classroom. I know which classroom is mine by t ... (全文...)
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