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23. He spoke very slowly, but he still didn’t get his meaning _______.
A. across B. cross C. through D. Though
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I was brought up by my grandparents for the first years of my life. We 36 in a very small community and all of my aunts and uncles lived 37_ . Everyone had a hand in taking care of my safety. Of course in those days 38 everyone in the community spoke the beautiful language of my childhood. When my grandfather spoke I would _ 39_ him carefully.
Then at age six my father 40 from the army. I was forbidden to speak that 41 ever again. My grandfather was 42 . He couldn’t speak English, so my grandmother would 43 for him whenever he spoke to me. With my mother and father we 44 from that small community. I was about to enter public school so I had to learn English. My grandfather 45 when I was eight and we returned to that small community for his funeral. He was 46 in the living room, as was the tradition. I went and stood by him and 47 no one was around I spoke to him in a whisper 48 that beautiful language of my childhood. That was the 49 time I spoke those words.
Almost fifty years later, _ 50 _ I had forgotten the beautiful language of my childhood, I had the opportunity to 51 a newly written paper of it. On my first look at it I recognized 52 . I must have looked it over several times in the following weeks. Then one day I read out loud a word from my past. I almost cried. I was 53 reading over other words. Words came 54 back to me after all these years. When receiving something from someone, you don’t take it from their hand, rather you let them lay it in your hand. For me it was 55 ---The beautiful language of my childhood was Michif. It was not only a language but also a way of life.
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After giving a talk at a high school, I was asked to pay a visit to a special student. An illness had kept the boy home, but he had expressed an interest in meeting me. I was told it would mean a great deal to him, so I agreed.
During the nine-mile drive to his home, I found out something about Matthew. He had muscular dystrophy (肌肉萎缩症). When he was born, the doctor told his parents that he would not live to five, and then they were told he would not make it to ten. Now he was thirteen. He wanted to meet me because I was a gold-medal power lifter, and I knew about overcoming obstacles and going for my dreams.
I spent over an hour talking to Matthew. Never once did he complain or ask, “Why me?” He spoke about winning and succeeding and going for his dreams. Obviously, he knew what he was talking about. He didn’t mention that his classmates had made fun of him because he was different. He just talked about his hopes for the future, and how one day he wanted to lift weights with me. When we had finished talking, I went to my briefcase and pulled out the first gold medal I had won and put it around his neck. I told him he was more of a winner and knew more about success and overcoming obstacles than I ever would. He looked at it for a moment, then took it off and handed it back to me. He said, “You are a champion. You earned that medal. Someday when I get to the Olympics and win my own medal, I will show it to you.”
Last summer I received a letter from Matthew’s parents telling me that Matthew had passed away. They wanted me to have a letter he had written to me a few days before:
Dear Dick,
My mum said I should send you a thank-you letter for the picture you sent me. I also want to let you know that the doctors tell me that I don’t have long to live any more, but I still smile as much as I can.
I told you someday that I would go to the Olympics and win a gold medal, but I know now I will never get to do that. However, I know I’m a champion, and God knows that too. When I get to Heaven, God will give me my medal and when you get there, I will show it to you. Thank you for loving me.
Your friend,
Matthew
【小题1】The boy looked forward to meeting the author because _________.
| A．he was one of the author’s fans |
| B．he wanted to get to the Olympics and win a medal |
| C．he was also good at weight lifting |
| D．he admired the author for his courage very much |
| A．Matthew was an athlete |
| B．Matthew was an optimistic and determined boy |
| C．The author used to have the same disease as Matthew had |
| D．Matthew became a champion before he died |
| A．he thought it was too expensive |
| B．he was sure that he could win one in the future |
| C．he thought it was of no use to him as he would die soon |
| D．he would not be pitied by others |
| A．A sick boy. | B．A special friend. | C．A real champion. | D．A famous athlete. |
In 1974, after filling out fifty applications, going through four interviews, and winning one offer, I took what I could get ----- a teaching job at what I considered a distant wild area: western New Jersey. My characteristic optimism was alive only when I reminded myself that I would be doing what I had wanted to do since I was fourteen ------- teaching English.
School started, but I felt more and more as if I were in a foreign country. Was this rural area really New Jersey? My students took a week off when hunting season began. I was told they were also frequently absent in late October to help their fathers make hay on the farms. I was a young woman from New York City, who thought that “Make hay while the sun shines” just meant to have a good time.
But, still, I was teaching English. I worked hard, taking time off only to eat and sleep. And then there was my sixth-grade class ---- seventeen boys and five girls who were only six years younger than me. I had a problem long before I knew it. I was struggling in my work as a young idealistic teacher. I wanted to make literature come alive and to promote a love of the written word. The students wanted to throw spitballs and whisper dirty words in the back of the room.
In college I had been taught that a successful educator should ignore bad behavior. So I did, confident that, as the textbook had said, the bad behavior would disappear as I gave my students positive attention. It sounds reasonable, but the text evidently ignored the fact that humans, particularly teenagers, rarely seems reasonable. By the time my boss, who was also my taskmaster, known to be the strictest, most demanding, most quick to fire inexperienced teachers, came into the classroom to observe me, the students exhibited very little good behavior to praise.
My boss sat in the back of the room. The boys in the class were making animal noises, hitting each other while the girls filed their nails or read magazines. I just pretended it all wasn’t happening, and went on lecturing and tried to ask some inspiring questions. My boss, sitting in the back of the classroom, seemed to be growing bigger and bigger. After twenty minutes he left, silently. Visions of unemployment marched before my eyes.
I felt mildly victorious that I got through the rest of class without crying, but at my next free period I had to face him. I wondered if he would let me finish out the day. I walked to his office, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
He was sitting in his chair, and he looked at me long and hard. I said nothing. All I could think of was that I was not an English teacher; I had been lying to myself, pretending that everything was fine.
When he spoke, he said simply, without accusation, “You had nothing to say to them.”
“You had nothing to say to them”. he repeated.” No wonder they are bored. Why not get to the meat of literature and stop talking about symbolism. Talk with them, not at them. And more important, why do you ignore their bad behavior”? We talked. He named my problems and offered solutions. We role-played. He was the bad student, and I was the forceful, yet, warm, teacher
As the year progressed, we spent many hours discussing literature and ideas about human beings and their motivations. He helped me identify my weaknesses and strengths. In short, he made a teacher of me by teaching me the reality of Emerson’s words: “The secret to education lies in respecting the pupil.”
Fifteen years later I still drive that same winding road to the same school. Thanks to the help I received that difficult first year, the school is my home now.
【小题1】 It can be inferred from the story that in 1974 ________________.
| A．the writer became an optimistic person |
| B．the writer was very happy about her new job |
| C．it was rather difficult to get a job in the USA |
| D．it was easy to get a teaching job in New Jersey |
| A．She had blind trust in what she learnt at college. |
| B．She didn’t ask experienced teachers for advice. |
| C．She took too much time off to eat and sleep. |
| D．She didn’t like teaching English literature. |
| A．She might lose her teaching job. |
| B．She might lose her students’ respect. |
| C．She couldn’t teach the same class any more. |
| D．She couldn’t ignore her students’ bad behavior any more. |
| A．Her talk about symbolism sounded convincing. |
| B．Her students behaved a little better than usual. |
| C．She managed to finish the class without crying. |
| D．She was invited for a talk by her boss after class. |
| A．They were eager to embarrass her. |
| B．She didn’t really understand them. |
| C．They didn’t regard her as a good teacher. |
| D．She didn’t have a good command of English. |
| A．cruel but encouraging | B．fierce but forgiving |
| C．sincere and supportive | D．angry and aggressive |