To the disappointment of parents and brother, I was assigned as a librarian instead of an English teacher when I was transferred to No 32 Middle School from the Polytechnic School of our county. I was also ashamed of my situation. I think it right for the school authorities to make the decision on account of my incompetence in teaching and inability to keep order in class. In fact, it was a blessing in disguise, for I was exempt from any anxiety and pressure in connection with teaching, and I had more time for reading and learning as well. I did not realize the preciousness of the leisured position until one day I was exiled to a village school far away. Well before the departure I had ever an opportunity to regain my dignity and wipe out my shame to some extent. Owing to a sudden shortage of English teachers, even some Chinese teachers were summoned to fill the vacancies. But there was still a post unoccupied. Under such circumstances, our teaching chief was reminded of my existence and value. He offered me the job as if to do me a favour but met with an immediate rejection. At the rural primary school, my new job as the only English teacher did not please me at all. From time to time, my family members and colleagues suggested me to open a private class after school as some of my counterparts still do. I know I am no match for that sort of money–earners. Moreover, I have no interest or intention to follow suit. Some people around me feel puzzled over my studying English which can bring me no money. They don’t think it worthy to spend any time on something profitless. How can they know and understand what I study English for. I admit that I can’t make money as those teachers who open private classes. But my joy from study is no less than theirs from earning money. Without learning English, how can I appreciate and enjoy the melodious voices of native speakers in the original plays and films that are so fascinating like sweet music？As for those who can only watch translated ones, it’s just like eating food chewed by others. What a pity！ And I feel I am well repaid and rewarded further when I read the original masterpieces in English literature. This may be beyond the comprehension of those profit–seekers who know little of the magic language.