Please speak in natural speed
Part8
Men generally continue to use the study methods they used in college or high school. This is
all very well if those methods are good. As a rule, students have to develop their own methods
based on trial and error and perhaps some good advice from teachers. The schools require
students to do a great deal of studying, but too often they neglect to teach students how to
study. When a student fails, his failure is usually considered to come from the lack of effort
or ability, but sometimes study methods make the difference between failure and success.
Part9
Mr. Jones was never friendly to anyone. He never laughed or smiled. So his family was not
happy, and the shopkeeper he worked for didn't like him. At last he lost his job.Mr. Jones went
to the gate of a parking lot and said, "Can I get a job here?" "Yes," said the man at the gate.
"We need another an to take money from the drivers." "I'll take the job," said Mr. Jones
without a smile. "There's one thing you mustn't forget," said the man. "You must say 'thank
you' when you take the money." "Thank you ! " cried Mr.Jones. "Why should I thank them?
The drivers should say 'thank you' to me." "If you want the job, you must say it," said the
man.The next day Mr.Jones started his new job. The first car came up, and the driver gave
him the money. It was very hard for Mr. Jones to say 'thank you', so he said the words in a
very small voice. When the driver heard that, he smiled. Another driver came, and Mr. Jones
did the same thing. Again, the driver smiled. Then Mr. Jones began to look for smiles from the
drivers. On that day he said it more than a hundred times.After the day's work he came home.
His wife opened the door. Thank you," he said. His little boy came up to him. "Thank you,"
he said with a big smile. Mrs. Jones was so surprised that she fell into the nearest chair.
"My new job is better than any I have ever had," he said to his wife. "It has changed me very
much."
Part10
I was seven when my father took my mother and me out of the village in England. He had a
small shop there, but his uncle who lived in New York asked him to come and help him in his
big store there. My father was young then and decided to leave England and start a new life
in a different country. Our life in a new country was a happy one. But it was difficult for my
father to forget the village in his old country. When he grew old, he often said, "My parents
sleep in the yard of the church there. I will visit it one day." But last autumn he became very
sick and died. I thought he was sorry he could not fulfill his wish. So this summer I flew to
the land of my birth to fulfill it. I hired a car in London and drove for about five hours. But
when I thought I was quite near the village I came to a lake. I tried another road. Again I came
to the lake. I didn't know what to do because I could not find it on the map I had with me.
Just then an old man came along in an old car. I stopped it and asked him the way to the
village. He said, "There's no village now. It went under water last summer." And he pointed
to the lake. I understood everything. It was a man-made lake.
