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What do you want to be when you grow up? A teacher? A doctor? How about an ice-cream taster?
　　Yes, there really is a job where you can get paid to taste ice-cream. Just ask John Harrison, an＂Official Taste Tester＂for the past 21 years. Testing helps manufacturers to be sure of a product’s quality. During his career Harrison has been responsible for approving large quantities of the sweet ice cream－－as well as for developing over 75 flavors (味道).
　Some people think that it would be easy to do this job: after all, you just have to like ice cream, right? No－－there’s more to the job than that, says Harrison, who has a degree in chemistry. He points out that a dairy or food-science degree would be very useful to someone wanting a career in this＂cool＂field.
　　In a typical morning on the job, Harrison tastes and assesses 60 ice-cream samples. He lets the ice cream warm up to about 12℉. Harrison explains,＂You get more flavor from warmer ice cream, which is why some kids like to stir it, creating ice-cream soup.＂
　　While the ice cream warms up, Harrison looks over the samples and grades each one on its appearance.＂Tasting begins with the eyes,＂he explains. He checks to see if the ice cream is attractive and asks himself,＂Does the product have the color expected from that flavor?＂Next it’s time to taste!
Continuing to think up new ideas, try out new flavors, and test samples from so many kinds of ice cream each day keeps Harrison busy but happy－－working at one cool job.
小题1:What is John Harrison’s job?

A．An official.	B．An ice-cream taster.
C．A chemist.	D．An ice-cream manufacturer.

小题2:According to John Harrison, to be qualified in the＂cool field＂, it is helpful to ______.

A．keep a diary of work	B．have a degree in related subjects
C．have new ideas every day	D．find out new flavors each day

小题3:What does Harrison do first when testing ice cream?

A．He stirs the ice cream.

B．He examines the color of the ice cream.

C．He tastes the flavor of the ice cream.

D．He lets the ice cream warm up.

小题4:Which of the following is probably the best title of the passage?

A．Tasting with Eyes	B．Flavors of Ice Cream
C．John Harrison’s Life	D．One Cool Job

There is a problem each of us faces in following advice on emotional healing: apologizing is difficult. We are trapped in what we think of ourselves by holding onto our pride. We can be selfish and not willing to admit our most obvious mistakes. Pride eats away at us as we argue or ignore the mistake.
It's happened to me. I have had too much pride and selfishness to apologize to a loved one I hurt. When I did want to apologize, I couldn't bring myself to face the other person. This is the pride I'm talking about. Maybe apologies come difficult for men because they're expected to be dominant. It's like the joke that a man never asks for directions when lost. Ladies are more emotionally open than guys and are willing to express it. Still, both genders wonder how to correctly apologize.
In shifting the focus on apologizing away from you, what does not apologizing do to other people? They feel hurt that you are not willing to communicate your mistake. They lose trust in you as you hide behind your mistake avoiding reality. They become angry with you, wondering why you do not tell them the truth. They may begin to counter your lack of apologies by not apologizing themselves and from this the relationship goes downhill as the two of you get caught in a power struggle.
You need to communicate your mistakes. A mistake you made is like a scratch and by not apologizing you are making the scratch a deeper wound and rubbing salt into it. You need to stop hurting the other person and yourself by learning to apologize. There is real power in apologizing and emotional healing.
小题1:Why are men more unwilling to make apologies?

A．They don't intend to hurt other people.

B．They expect others to forgive them.

C．They don't want to be considered weak.

D．They aren't good at expressing themselves.

小题2:What bad effect will there be if you refuse to apologize for your mistakes?

A．Other people won't pay attention to you.

B．You will lose confidence in yourself.

C．You won't be forgiven even if you tell the truth.

D．The friendship will get hurt and go worse.

小题3:From the last paragraph, it can be inferred that .

A．communication can stop you making mistakes

B．mistakes would turn into deeper scratches

C．apologizing is good for you and other people

D．apologizing is the most powerful in emotional healing

A person, like a commodity, needs packaging. But going too far is absolutely undesirable. A little exaggeration(夸张) will do no harm when it shows the person’s unique qualities to their advantages. To show personal attractiveness in a casual and natural way, it is important for one to have a clear knowledge of oneself. A skilled packager knows how to add art to nature without any signs of embellishment so that the person so packaged is not a commodity, but a human being, lively and lovely.
A young person, especially a female, shining with beauty and full of life, has all the favor granted. Youth however, comes and goes in a flash. Packaging for the middle-aged is primarily to hide the marks made by years. If you still enjoy life enough to keep self-confidence and work at pioneering work, you are unique in your natural qualities, and your attractiveness and grace will remain. Elderly people are beautiful if their river of life has been, through plains, mountains and jungles, running its course as it should. You have really lived your life, which now arrives at a self - satisfied stage of quietness and calmness with no interest in fame or wealth. There is no need to make use of hair dyeing. The snow-capped mountain itself is a beautiful scene of fairyland. Let your looks change from young to old in step with the natural ageing process so as to keep in harmony with nature, for harmony itself is beauty, while the other way round will only end in unpleasantness. To be in the company of the elderly is like reading a thick book of good edition, which attracts one so much that one is unwilling to part with it. As long as one finds where one stands, one knows how to package oneself, just as a commodity sets up its brand by the right packaging.
小题1:The underlined word in the first paragraph is closest to the word ______ in meaning.

小题2:It can be concluded from the text that ______.

A．people should be packaged at all ages

B．people should be packaged in a special way

C．elderly people also care about packaging

D．proper packaging makes people attractive

小题3:For the middle-aged, attractiveness ______ .

A．hardly exists	B．is the strongest
C．comes from the inside	D．comes from the appearance

小题4:According to the author, if you want to keep in harmony with nature, you should ______.

A．dye your hair	B．make up at a young age
C．follow the ageing process	D．give up fame and wealth

小题5:The underlined sentence means that elderly people ______.

A．are usually packaged like a finely-made book

B．experience a lot and have rich knowledge of life

C．do a lot of traveling and can give you much information

D．enjoy reading thick books about beautiful nature and fairyland

I used to be a very selfcentered person, but in the past two years I have really changed.I have started to think about other people ____ I think about myself.I am happy that I am becoming a ____ person.
I think my ____ started when I was at Palomar College.At first, I just wanted to get my ____ and be left alone.I thought I was smarter than everyone else, so I hardly ever ____ to anyone in my classes.By the end of my first semester, I was really ____.It seemed as if everyone but me had made friends and was having fun.So I tried a(n) ___.I started asking people around me how they were doing, and if they were having trouble I ____ to help.That was really a big ____ for me.By the end of the year, I had several new friends, and two of ____ are still my best friends today.
A bigger cause of my new ____， however, came when I took a parttime job at Vista Nursing Home.One old lady there who had Alzheimer's disease became my ____.Every time I came into her room, she was so ____ because she thought I was her daughter.Her real daughter never ____ her, so I took her place.She let me ___ that making others feel good made me feel good too.When she died, I was ____， but I was also very grateful to her.
I think I am a much ____ person today than I used to be, and I hope I will not ____ these experiences.They have ____ me to care about other people more than about myself.I ____ who I am today, and I could not say that a few years ago.

A．balance	B．homework
C．degree	D．interest

A．argument	B．game
C．experiment	D．defence

A．homeless	B．heartbroken
C．badtempered	D．hopeless

I’d meant to go to Miros that day. I’d packed my bag and was ready. The motor-boat       in on time. The sky was cloudy, but the wind wasn’t too strong for the two-hour        . I stood at my window, staring at the boat. Then I lost        of her, an old light-house partly blocked my view of the harbor. A dozen passengers were          their way there. I was about to join them --- when a man’s face          at the light-house window.
This was strange, because the light-house had been empty, unused and         for thirty years. It was stranger still --- because I’d seen that        before. I couldn’t place it but it was, or had once been, familiar to me. I opened my window and        across. “I know we’ve met before, but I can’t remember where.”
I        him to open his if he could and answer me. He did neither. The face behind the glass        motionless (静止). Seeing him more clearly now, I knew he was not looking at me. He seemed to be looking upwards,        the clouds. How well I’d known that face, sometime, somewhere!
I         again. “We met years ago. Was it in Athens in the 1950s? I used to live in Plaka.”
He didn’t reply nor give any         that he’d heard. I went back further, to        I was in the navy. “Perhaps we met at sea during the war,” and that thought at once         him to mind. Commander Leftis! He was Commander Leftis of course! How could I have forgotten? I’d saved his life once. But surely he …
The motor-boat        her bell. I turned my eyes. The wind had risen, but she was pulling      . Laughing, I called, “Now I’ve missed her, and it’s your        , Commander!”
As the boat drew away, the face at the window faded.        minute it was there. Looking up, I could see the whites of the eyes. The       minute it was gone.
Well, I didn’t rush to the light-house. I knew that Leftis was dead. He died at sea in 1963 or 1964. But there’s one other thing I ought to tell you: the motor-boat never reached Miros. It was lost in a storm, with all the passengers.

Three boys and three girls boarded the bus to Fort Lauderdale, dreaming of golden beaches as the gray cold of New York disappeared behind them. They noticed an old man, who sat in front of them, dressed in a plain, ill-fitting suit, never     , and his dusty face     his age.
He was    in his seat like a stone, and the young people began to      about him, trying to     his life and his age. Deep into the night, outside Washington, one of the girls went up to him and introduced herself. “Want some wine?” He took    the glass and drank.
Slowly and       he told his story. His name was Vingo, he had been in     in New York for the past four years, and now he was going home. “When I was in prison I wrote to my wife,” he said. “I told her that I was going to be away for a long time, and that if she couldn't     it, if the kids kept asking questions, if it     too much, she could just forget me, I'd understand.”
“Last week, knowing I would be     , I wrote her again. We used to live in Brunswick and there's a big oak tree just as you come into town. I told her that if she would     me back, she should put a yellow handkerchief on the tree, and I'd     and come home with her. If she didn't       me, forget it, no handkerchief, and I'd go on through.”
　　“Wow,” the girl exclaimed. She told the others, and soon all of them put their faces against the window, waiting for the       of Brunswick.
Then Brunswick was ten miles, and then five. Then, suddenly, all of the young people were up out of their seats, screaming       , all except Vingo. Vingo sat there     , looking at the oak tree. It was almost        with yellow handkerchiefs, 20 of them, 30 of them, maybe hundreds, a tree that stood like a huge flag of      , blowing in the wind. As the young people shouted, the old man rose and      his way to the front of the bus to go home.

Starting a new book is a risk, just like falling in love. You have to ____ to it. You open the pages knowing a little bit about it, maybe from the back or from a blurb（宣传信息）on the front. But who ____, right? Those bits and pieces aren’t always right.
Sometimes people ____ themselves as one thing and then when you get deep into it you realize that they’re something completely different. Either there was some good marketing ____ to a terrible book, or the story was only explained in a(n) ____ way and once you reach the middle of the book, you realize there’s so much more to this book than anyone could ever have told you.
You start off slow. The story is beginning to ____. You’re unsure. It’s a big commitment reading this tome(巨著). Maybe this book won’t be that great but you’ll feel ____ about putting it down. Maybe it’ll be so awful you’ll set it down immediately and never pick it up again. Or maybe you’ll come back to it some night, drunk or lonely—needing something to ____ the time, but it won’t be any better than it was when you first started reading it.
Maybe you’re ____. You’ve read tons of books before. Maybe you’ve taken some time off from reading because the last few books you read just weren’t ____ it. Do they even write new, great works of literature anymore? Maybe it’s a once in a lifetime feeling and you’re never going to find it again.
Or something ____ could happen. Maybe this will become your new favorite book. There’s always a possibility, right? That’s the ____ of risk. You ____ your time and your brain power in the words and what you get back is a new understanding and pure wonder.
How could someone possibly know you like this? Some stranger, some author, some character. It’s like they’re seeing inside your ____. This book existed inside some book store, on a shelf, maybe handled by other people and really it was just ____ for you to pick it up. It was waiting to speak to you. To say, “You are not ____.”
You just want more of the story. You want to keep reading, maybe everything this author has ever ____. You wish it would never end. The closer it gets to the smaller side of the pages, the ____ you read, wanting to savor(品味) it all. This book is now one of your favorites forever. You will always wish you could go back to ____ having read it and pick it up fresh again, but also you know you’re better for having this close, inside you, ____ your heart and mind.
Reading a book is just like falling in love. Once you get in deep enough, you know you could never put this book down.

The Board Meeting had come to an end. Bob started to stand up and knocked into the table, spilling his coffee over his notes. “How embarrassing! I am getting so clumsy in my old age.”
Everyone had a good laugh, and soon we were all telling stories of our most embarrassing moments. It came around to Frank who sat quietly listening to the others. Someone said, “Come on, Frank. Tell us your most embarrassing moment.”
Frank laughed and began to tell us of his childhood. “I grew up in San Pedro. My Dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. He had his own boat, but it was hard making a living on the sea. He worked hard and would stay out until he caught enough to feed the family. Not just enough for our family, but also for his Mom and Dad and the other kids that were still at home.”
He looked at us and said, “I wish you could have met my Dad. He was a big man, and he was strong from pulling the nets and fighting the seas for his catch. When you got close to him, he smelled like the ocean. He would wear his old canvas, foul-weather coat and his bibbed overalls. His rain hat would be pulled down over his brow. No matter how much my mother washed them, they would still smell of the sea and of fish.”
Frank’s voice dropped a bit. “When the weather was bad he would drive me to school. He had this old truck that he used in his fishing business. That truck was older than he was. It would wheeze and rattle down the road. You could hear it coming for blocks. As he would drive toward the school, I would shrink (畏缩) down into the seat hoping to disappear. Half the time, he would slam to a stop and the old truck would belch (喷出) a cloud of smoke. He would pull right up in front, and it seemed like everybody would be standing around and watching. Then he would lean over and give me a big kiss on the cheek and tell me to be a good boy. It was so embarrassing for me. Here, I was twelve years old, and my Dad would lean over and kiss me goodbye!”
He paused and then went on, “I remember the day I decided I was too old for a goodbye kiss. When we got to the school and came to a stop, he had his usual big smile. He started to lean toward me, but I put my hand up and said, “No, Dad.” It was the first time I had ever talked to him that way, and he had this surprised look on his face. I said, “Dad, I’m too old for a goodbye kiss. I’m too old for any kind of kiss.” My Dad looked at me for the longest time, and his eyes started to tear up. Then he turned and looked out the windshield. “ You’re right,” he said. “ You are a big boy....a man. I won’t kiss you anymore.”
Frank got a funny look on his face, and the tears began to well up in his eyes, as he spoke. “It wasn’t long after that when my Dad went to sea and never came back. It was a day when most of the fleet (船队) stayed in, but not Dad. He had a big family to feed. They found his boat adrift with its nets half in and half out. He must have gotten into a strong wind and was trying to save the nets and the floats.”
I looked at Frank and saw that tears were running down his cheeks. Frank spoke again. “Guys, you don’t know what I would give to have my Dad give me just one more kiss on the cheek…to feel his rough old face… to smell the ocean on him… to feel his arm around my neck. I wish I had been a man then. If I had been a man, I would never have told my Dad I was too old for a goodbye kiss.”
小题1:When his father drove him to the school, Frank would shrink down into the seat hoping to disappear because ________.

A．he was ashamed of his father’s old truck

B．he thought he was old enough to go to school alone

C．he didn’t want his schoolmates to see his father

D．he hated the way his schoolmates stared at his father

小题2:In Frank’s eyes, when his father said “You are a big boy… a man.”, he probably felt ________.

小题3:According to the story we can conclude that Frank’s father ________.

A．was quite confident in his skills in fishing

B．loved his children but hardly expressed it

C．seldom gave up faced with challenges

D．was full of devotion to his family

小题4:Which of the following may be the best title for this passage?

A．The Smell of the Ocean	B．We All Need Love
C．A Goodbye Kiss	D．Father’s Embarrassment

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