寒假英语60字日记大全

　　July 13th 20** Fine
　　In order to save money, Xu Huishang and I decided to walk to the university, but we never expected that the pavement only extended to the end of the town. We ended up walking on the edge of the highway with cars whistling by.
　　Sandra was highly tensed, complaining all the way. Luckily, it was our idea, not mine alone. I tried to appear more calm while quite aware of the danger we were in. We could have been knocked down by any of the passing cars! Thank God, this didn’t happen.
　　July 21st 20** fine
　　After dinner, Xu Huishang and I took a walk to Rottingdean. When we drew near, we took a different path which leads to the windmill on top of a hill. Once we reached the windmill, we found ourselves in the middle of a golf course, and the English Channel spread before us with the sun setting. What a splendid sight! We were very excited and Sandra began to shout (I made sure that there was no one around). We took some photos and came back by bus.
　　July 22nd 20** Fine
　　To be frank, I don’t like the computer lesson at all. Lily speaks in a very faint voice and she is always on her own. I figured she is not a native English speaker. This afternoon, during her course, I began to feel a severe headache. I am computer-illiterate, feeling like a complete idiot. Then on the way home, Sandra and I dropped in at a DVD shop. I was very much focused looking at the DVDs when I saw in my eyes’ corner that Sandra was already standing outside the door. So without much thinking, I headed for the door. Bang! I bumped my head into the glass window! The embarrassment surpassed the pain. Luckily, I quickly located the right door and fled the shop, knowing that people must be laughing at me… What a day! The thirteenth day of my being in England!
　　July 30 th Friday 20**
　　Damian Slee is another teacher who also gives lessons on teaching methodology and introduces different ways of teaching the English language. His first impression on me was that he was not a native speaker, but a Spanish, and I was bold enough to tell him so. Luckily he didn’t kill me——he is English.
　　I’m absorbed in his interesting lessons and his way of teaching, which is seemingly loose, but very flexible in fact. He can bring out my inspirations and many times I found myself uttering words and expressions that I hadn’t used for a long time. I like the background music he played for us. I like to hear him singing familiar songs and wished I could sing with him. I’m looking forward to the lessons when he will do some songs and poems.