Eighty-five percent of the jobs that today's students will do in 2030 don't exist yet,the Institute for the Future has predicted.That might seem like a high number to reach in only 10 years.But think about the non-mainstream careers that did not exist just a handful of years ago: social media manager,app developer and cloud computing engineer,etc.What role should colleges and universities play in preparing students for a workplace that is constantly changing? Educational institutions are trying to answer that question."We hope they will not only be prepared for whatever the job market looks like in 10,20 or 50 years but be the ones shaping it," said Jenn Stringer,professor at the University of Californian,Berkeley.Here are some of the approaches they're taking.

Some experts argue that the four-year learning model needs to be rethought in a big way. They say education can no longer be seen as something that stops when a person graduates from college.If students could take a year or two off school,get a job,and then return to school a few years later,the education system would offer true life-long learning and better adapt to changing technology.

Fewer employers are willing to train people on the job than the employers 50 years ago, largely as part of an effort to cut costs.To fill the job skills gap,some courses are offered as an add-on to a student's main degree.For example,the courses may include data analysis,web design and digital marketing.The goal is to offer students,a degree aside,some advantages when they seek jobs or promotions in the future.

Other institutions are trying to imitate the workplace within the traditional classroom. Several colleges have partnered with private companies,such as the software company Adobe, to integrate their products into the classroom.Professors at schools who partner with the company are encouraged to use the product for assignments.The idea is that students learn how to create a project that can be used in the real world and the"soft skills"such as teamwork and creativity.

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I was 28 years old, the age when most young people have their eyes firmly fixed on the promise of success but I was a failure. Six years earlier, fresh from college, I had joined a dramatic producing company, and had been going into small towns and rural communities producing country-style musical comedies. But, in the summer of 1940, the country was in a depression, radio had changed people's tastes, and part-time shows weren't all that big any more. So , jobless and with nothing else in sight, I went back home. Later I got a job as a recreation-room director in my hometown. It paid $50 a month, for which I was grateful, but it sure was a dull job.

I felt so frustrated with my plan to be a dramatic star. Restless and dissatisfied though I was it was nice, in a way, to be back home. I tried to teach some of my town's children music and drama. And when I got a chance, I'd try my luck as a performer myself. I'd dress up as a country girl and tell little stories and jokes that I'd picked up during my years living around country folk. I gave this country girl a name-Minnie Pearl.

One October afternoon I was in the recreation room, waiting for the children when a banker friend, Jim Walker, came in and said, "We're going to have a bankers' meeting here. I understand you've been teaching some children dramatics and dancing and singing. Would you let the children entertain the bankers? "I said, yes. Suddenly, he turned and added, "Oh, by the way, the speaker from Chicago is flying here. If he's late, would you mind doing that Minnie Pearl thing? "I told Jim I'd do it.

That night the children sang and danced to old-time, popular songs when I was backstage. After we finished the performance, Jim came to me. "The speaker's not here yet. You'll have to help us. ""All right, "I told him, "just give me a minute to dress up."

Then I went out in front of the hundred or so men in the audience.

Then I walked off the stage into the audience, and a banker greeted me.

About a half-mile behind our Minnesota farm lay a pond. In summer, my brother Harry and I would run through a stand of oak trees to skip stones there. The pond wore a collar of black mud. It was not a place for swimming.

In late summer, the pond would be covered by a green and bubbly scum（起泡的浮渣）. Sometimes a strong, unpleasant smell rose from it. We stayed away.

When winter came, the pond was once again an inviting place. One day when ice covered it, Harry said to me, “Try walking across.”

The ice looked solid. No water showed through it, but I hesitated. “Go ahead.” Harry urged. “Try it. You’re lighter than I am. If the ice holds, we can run and slide carefully on it. It’ll be fun.” I wanted to please Harry, and I thought about the fun of a long slide on the ice. I began to slide across the pond.

In the middle of the pond, the ice gave way with a sudden crack（裂缝）! I stretched out（伸展）my arms. The next thing I knew I was hanging on to the edge of a hole in the ice by arms outstretched on the ice. From my shoulders down I hung in icy water. I thought of the bottom of the pond. I knew it would be black and awful down there, full of mud and maybe rotting creatures.   

I tried to climb out of the hole, but when I got a knee on the ice, it broke like window glass. Again and again I tried to get out. Again and again the ice broke into pieces. The hole widened. I was wearing a coat of heavy material. As it became completely wet, it dragged me down. I was tired of the struggle and rested with my arms stretched out on the ice.

I looked at Harry on shore. He seemed rooted to the spot. “I can’t get out!” I screamed when I caught some breath.

Harry turned and ran from the pond.

The moment I crashed through the kitchen door, sobbing, mum rushed over.

It was dark and freezing cold outside though it was four o'clock in the afternoon. The wind kept blowing. At that time, the bell rang loudly, and everybody packed their schoolbags and got ready to go home. The teacher dismissed the students, and they walked orderly to the school gate.

David was in Class One, Grade Seven. His mother would come and pick him up from school but today she was absent. David wondered what had happened, but he was not worried at all. It usually took only ten minutes for his mother to get to school by riding an electric bike. David saw his best companion, Tommy, who was his deskmate. Tommy was waiting patiently for his mother as well. They began to talk freely and happily. David congratulated Tommy on his excellent performance in the last math exam. At the same time, Tommy thanked David, without whose help he couldn't have made such rapid progress. Five minutes later, Tommy's. mother picked up Tommy and they said goodbye to each other.

David had to put up with his moments of solitude. He had no choice but to wait until his mother came into his sight. However, half an hour passed, and there was no sign that his mother would come. David was determined to walk home.

On his way home, David could hardly see any passers-by. The trees shook with the wind and the leaves fell from them without making any noise. David was lost in thinking what was wrong with his mother. Some terrible thoughts jumped out of his mind. “Maybe an accident happened to her. Maybe she got hurt by some robbers. Maybe she was seriously ill. ”Little David burst into tears and quickened his step. He did not dare to think over the results. What he could do was pray for the safety of his mother and wish everything was all right.

Time slipped away like an arrow. 2 In the short distance, it was his beautiful house with a garden. “This must, be the worst experience in my life," David thought to himself and felt scared.

David stood in front of the door and opened it hurriedly.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and came a familiar voice.