While I was waiting to enter university, I saw in a newspaper a teaching job wanted at a school about ten miles from where I   16   . Because I was in great need of   17   and wanted to do something useful, I applied（申请）.

Three days later, a letter   18   . It asked me to see the   19   at Croydon. It proved to be an    20   journey—a train to Croydon station, a ten-minute bus ride and then a walk of at   21   a quarter of a mile. It was clearly that the headmaster himself opened the door. He was   22   and round.

“The school” he said, “has a group of twenty-four boys   23   seven and thirteen.”

I should have to teach all the   24   except art,   45   he taught himself. I should have to divide the class into   26   groups and teach them at three different   27   , and I was not   28   at the thought of teaching maths—a subject which I didn’t do very well in at school. It was   29   that I had to teach them on Saturday afternoon because most of my friends would be   30   themselves at that time.

Before I had time to ask about my salary（薪水）, he got up to his feet. “ Now,” he said. “ you’d better meet my wife. She is the one who really runs this school.