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I promised Michael I wouldn’t mention this until the season was over.Now l think it's time.
Early last season, I wrote a column about an art of kindness I had seen Jordan do to a disabled child outside the stadium.After it ran,I got a call from a marl in the western suburbs.He said,“I read what you wrote about Jordan.but I thought I should tell you another thing I saw.”
Here it comes, I thought. It always does. Write something nice about a person, and people call you up to say that the person is not so nice.
A few weeks later Jordan and I were talking about something else before a game, and I brought up what the man had said. Was the man right? Had
"Not two boys,"
And he named them. He said four names. And what did they talk about?
"Everything,”
It's just one more part of Michael Jordan's life one more thing that no one knows about, and one more thing
45. The writer wrote this story about
A. he thought highly of
B. he hated to see
C. he believed it was time to help the disabled
D. he felt sure he needn't keep the promise then
46. A man in the western suburbs made a call to_______
A. know why
B. get a chance to become famous himself
C. let the writer know
D. offer an example to show how
47.
A. needed their support
B. had promised to do so
C. liked to teach them to play basketball
D. wanted to make sure they all studied well
48. The text implies that
A. an excellent basketball player
B. good at dealing with problems of life
C. always ready to make friends with young people
D. willing to do whatever he can for the good of society
College is a big deal for American students as well as for Chinese students. During the college __41__, some parents become extremely worried. This may only __42__ the pressure.
Before I applied to the college, I told my parents I would get everything __43__ out. If I needed any help, I promised that I would ask them.
As it __44_ out, I had no problem putting everything together on my __45__, including my resume(履历) and a basic outline of my activities in high school. The __46__ part where I asked for my parents' advice was the essays. In writing and revising the essays, I needed feedback(反馈) from an audience. As my parents know me better than __47__ else, they were __48__for the job.
The essays are extremely important in college admissions. In a competitive pool of applicants, the test scores and activities, as well as the recommendations are all going to be very __49__. The essays are the one area in which students can make themselves stand __50__. Essays don't have to be big and complicated. I wrote three essays, all __51__ on small matters and using simple sentences. The admission officers have to read hundreds of essays a day; they are already __52__ of SAT vocabularies and long sentences. __53__, a straightforward writing style is refreshing to their eyes as well as their minds. Essays were the key to my success in the admission game. I just wrote about what I wanted to say, not what I thought the admission officers __54__ to hear.
In my main narrative-style __55__, I told the story of my American journey at the age of 14. During that time, I was not bogged down(陷入) by trying to fit into a new __56__; instead, I looked up to Mother Teresa for guidance and strength. I found my new __57__ and grew to love the name Teresa and the memories it held.
In my two minor essays, I __58__ the major events of my life, why I loved writing and why my dad is the person who has the greatest influence on me. Both provided details of my character. The essay about writing, which is titled, “I Shall Not Live in Vain” (__59__ by an Emily Dickinson poem), earned a lot of praise.
It is __60__ I really looked into my heart and thought deeply in order to reach my answers.
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The old shopkeeper led me through to the back of the shop. The room was filled with boxes and photographs of people dressed in old-fashioned clothes, holding packages in their hands.
“Who are these people?” I asked.
“Satisfied customers,” answered young Mr. Hopkins. “We have a very wide choice of items for sale. Whenever I serve a new customer, I always take their picture.” Mr. Hopkins pointed to an ancient camera standing next to one wall. “Now, how can I serve you?” he added.
By this time, I had started to trust Mr. Hopkins and had begun to appreciate the lovely items on sale. I needed to buy Christmas presents for my family and friends, and this seemed to be the perfect place to purchase them. I spent a very pleasant hour being shown the commodities in Mr. Hopkins’shop. No matter what I asked for, Mr. Hopkins found it for me. Finally, I bought an antique jewelry box, a pair of riding boots, a leather-bound edition of the Complete Works of Mark Twain, and a sewing machine.
I was very excited that I had found such a good little shop. I promised Mr. Hopkins that I would come back soon. “I will tell all my friends about your lovely place,” I told the shopkeeper.
“Please do not do that, sir”, said Mr. Hopkins. “This is a special place for special people. You must keep this shop a secret.” Then he took my photograph, and handed me the picture straight away.
“That was quick!” I exclaimed. I looked at the photograph. In the picture I looked proud and excited holding the presents I had bought in Mr. Hopkins’ dusty shop.
On Christmas Day, my friends and relatives were delighted with the presents I had bought for them. For weeks, my brother begged me to show him where to find this wonderful little shop. I finally agreed to take him to London to show him.
When we arrived in London, we walked along Oxford Street, past the department store and found...nothing. The little shop was no longer there. In its place was an empty space being used as a car park. I checked the area again. There was the music shop, and there was the department store. In between should have been Hopkins and Son, but it wasn’t there.
As I was staring at the place where the shop should have been, an old policeman came along. “Are you looking for something sir?” he asked.
I turned and said “I am looking for a little shop called Hopkins and Son. I thought it was here.”
“Oh yes,” said the policeman. “There was a shop here once called Hopkins and Son. It sold all sorts of things, but it was knocked down over 30 years ago.”
I looked again at the place where the shop had been. Then I reached into my pocket and took out the photograph that Mr. Hopkins had taken of me holding my presents in the little shop.
“How strange” I exclaimed.
【小题1】How did the writer like the shop?
A.He found it a modern big shop. |
B.He thought it a wonderful shop for all Christmas presents. |
C.He thought it a good shop with an ancient camera. |
D.He found it a dusty, old but friendly and lovely little shop. |
A.It was knocked down a few weeks ago. |
B.It was a well-known little shop in London. |
C.It was a special shop selling special presents. |
D.It was between a music shop and a department store. |
A.the writer’s works |
B.the goods in the shop |
C.Mr. Hopkins’ photographs |
D.Some presents left by other customers |
A.Christmas Shopping |
B.Hopkins and His Son |
C.The Strange Little Shop |
D.The Strange Experience |