Dear Guys,

I’d like to talk to you about the shame you subjected me to last night. Let me first refresh your memory: You, a group of fit, young men, were playing soccer on the field across from my apartment building. I, a better-than-average looking young woman, was walking along the sidewalk with my groceries. That’s when your ball came flying over the fence and landed in front of me.

One of you approached and asked politely if I would throw the ball back to you. Fighting the urge to drop my bags and run screaming down the street, I reluctantly (勉强地) agreed.

Before I continue, let me explain something that I didn’t have a chance to mention last night: I hate sports. More specifically, I hate sports involving balls. This results from my lack of natural ability when it comes to throwing, catching and hitting. I’m bad at aiming too. So you can understand why I’d be nervous at what I’m sure seemed to you like a laughably simple request.

However, wanting to appear agreeable, I put my bags down, picked up the ball and, eyes half-shut, and threw it as hard as I could.

It hit the middle of the fence and bounced back to me.

Trying to act casually, I said something about being out of practice, and then picked up the ball again. If you’ll remember, at your command, I agreed to try throwing underhand. While outwardly I was smiling, in my head, I was praying, oh God, oh please oh please oh please. I threw the ball upward with all my strength, terrified by what happened next.

The ball hit slightly higher up on the fence and bounced back to me.

This is the point where I start to take issue with you. Wouldn’t it have been a better use of your time, and mine, if you had just walked around the fence and took the ball then? I was clearly struggling; my smiles were more and more forced. And yet, you all just stood there, motionless.

Seeing that you weren’t going to let me out of the trouble, I became desperate. Memories of middle school softball came flooding back. I tried hard to throw the ball but it only went about eight feet, then I decided to pick it up and dash with ball in hand towards the baseline, while annoyed thirteen-year-old boys screamed at me that I was ruining their lives. Children are cruel.

Being a big girl now, I pushed those memories aside and picked up the soccer ball for the third time. I forced a good-natured laugh while crying inside as you patiently shouted words of support over the fence at me.

“Throw it granny-style!” one of you said.

“Just back up a little and give it all you’ve got!” another offered.

And, most embarrassing of all, “You can do it!”

I know you thought you were being encouraging, but it only served to deepen the shame.

Anyway, I accepted your ball-throwing advice, backed up, rocked back and forth a little, took a deep breath and let it fly.

It hit the edge of the fence and bounced back to me.

I surprised myself—and I’m sure you as well—by letting out a cry, “DAMN IT!!!” I then willed myself to have a heart attack and pass out in front of you just so I’d be put out of my misery.

Alas, the heart attack didn’t happen, and you continued to look at me expectantly, like you were content to do this all night. I had become a sort of exhibition for you. I could feel your collective thoughts drifting through the chain-link: “Can she really not do it? But I mean, really?”

Unfortunately for you, I wasn’t really game to continue your experiment. Three failed attempts at a simple task in front of a group of people in a two-minute period were just enough blows for me for one night. I picked up the ball one last time, approached the fence and grumbled, “Please just come get the damn ball.”

And you did. And thanks to you, I decided at that very moment to never throw anything ever again, except disrespectful glances at people who play sports.

Sincerely,

Jen Cordery

1.The writer agreed to throw the ball because ______.

A.she needed to have a relax carrying the heavy groceries

B.she wanted to refresh her childhood memories

C.she could not refuse the polite request from the young man

D.she had fallen in love with the young man at first sight

2.Which of the following is closet in meaning to the underlined word “game”?

A.anxious B.brave C.afraid D.curious

3.Why did the writer mention her middle school memory?

A.To explain why she failed the attempts to throw the ball back.

B.To complain that she had not mastered the ball throwing skills.

C.To show how cruel those 13-year-old boys were.

D.To express her dislike towards softball.

4.What the boys said before the writer’s third attempt actually made the writer ________.

A.inspired B.encouraged C.awkward D.depressed

5.What happened to the ball at last?

A.The writer managed to throw the ball back.

B.The boy got the ball back by himself.

C.The writer threw the ball away out of anger.

D.The boys got angry and left without the ball.

6.What’s the writer’s purpose in writing this open letter?

A.To express her regret over what she did the day before.

B.To announce that she would never play all games again.

C.To joke on her inability to throw the ball over the fence.

D.To criticize the young men for their cruelty to her dignity.

I have happy memories of trips to Europe, but my trip to Romania (罗马尼亚) was unique. When I was there as recalled, it was like being in a “James Bond” movie. My husband was born there, but his family sent him to study in Italy. Before he left, his mother told him, “As long as I write in pencil, don’t come back. When I write to you in pen, it’s safe to return.” But she never wrote in pen.

My husband lived a poor life in Italy. He applied to go to America, but there was a limit in number and he was rejected. He was accepted by Canada, though, and from Calgary he jumped onto a train to San Francisco. There he stayed —illegally. He became a US citizen when we got married. By then he was a charming European with a Romanian accent and the manners of a prince.

With seven years’ experience in America, a US passport, and two children later, he felt it was safe to visit Romania. He hadn’t seen his mother, two sisters, and two brothers since he was sixteen. We flew to Munich, Germany; picked up the German-made car we had purchased in the States; and drove to Romania via Austria and Hungary. When we reached Bucharest, the capital city of Romania, his family was waiting outside his sister’s house to greet us. After a long time of hugging, kissing, and crying, his family also hugged me, the American wife with two young children. They had great interest in me. Few Americans visited Romania at that time, and most Romanians had little chance to travel. I had brought an English-Romanian dictionary with me and managed to communicate, using only nouns, with no verbs. My Romanian improved, and the family’s stock of English words increased, but mostly I spoke in broken, New York-accented Romanian. The sisters loved their gifts of skirts and purses, the brothers loved the radios, and the children loved the candy. We made side trips to the Black Sea and enjoyed sightseeing in beautiful mountains. Dining at outdoor cafes to the music of violins was fantastic with fancy flavor, but nothing was as special as family dinners.

Romania didn’t have many dry cleaners. Most homes had old-fashioned washing machines but no dryers, and it was a hot summer. My husband’s relatives didn’t want to risk dirtying their clothes. Their solution was as simple as it was shocking: the women only wore their bras(胸罩) and slips (衬裙) at dinner table. The men were eating without shirts. They all had jobs, so time was precious. Having dinner without proper clothes was a small inconvenience compared with the effort of washing clothes —at least in my husband’s home, perhaps all across Romania. I, of course, having just met them, ate fully clothed. I washed my clothes by hand and hung them outdoors to dry.

On the last night of our three-week stay, we had a large family dinner. I was tired of washing my clothes. So I pulled my dress over my head and placed it on the chair behind me. All men and women applauded for my action. Even with my poor Romanian, I understood that they were saying, “She’s part of our family now.”

My children were 4 and 5 at the time, but they still have memories of that trip. They know how to say, “Good morning.” and “There are apricots (杏子) on the tree.” I can still say, “Do you speak Romanian?” and “I swim in the Black Sea.” But most of all, I remember sitting at a long dining-room table in my bra, enjoying meatballs with fresh garlic (大蒜).

1.From Para.1, we learn that ________.

A. a trip to Europe would be dangerous

B. the mother didn’t want to see her son

C. Romania might be unsafe at that time

D. the mother didn’t like to write in pen

2.The writer’s husband became an American citizen through ________.

A. experiences B. application

C. illegal stay D. marriage

3.What made the writer feel special about the family dinner in Romania?

A. The way people dressed .

B. The way people spoke.

C. The fantastic violin music.

D. The fancy food flavor.

4.The writer was completely accepted by her husband’s family when ________.

A. she offered gifts to the whole family

B. she spoke her husband’s language

C. she washed all the clothes by hand

D. she had dinner in bra like other ladies

5.The writer shared her story to say ________.

A. “East or west, home is the best”

B. “When in Rome do as the Romans do”

C. “Marry a dog and follow the dog forever”

D. “The course of true love never runs smooth”

Hello. I’m Jan from Mrs. Lake’s class. My class wants to work together to help the public. We think we have found a great way to do this. Last month we did a class project on the highways near our town. We learned about the Adopt-a-Highway Program. This program brings people together to pick up litter along the roads. We think it would be a great idea for all students in our school to join the program and adopt a highway.

Adopting a highway is not like adopting a pet. When a highway is adopted, only part of the highway is cared for by a group of people. The group agrees to work every week to keep its part of the highway clean. Each group gets its own sign that has the name of the group printed on it. The sign is put up at the side of the road. This sign lets drivers know who is keeping that area of the road clean.

The Adopt-a-Highway Program is a great way for people to help their environment look nicer. Also, the government does not have to send out as many road workers. This saves money. Finally, people may try harder to keep roads clean if they see people, especially teenagers like us, cleaning them up.

We will need helpers to care for our adopted highway. If you want to feel great and keep our roads clean,please come with your parents to the meeting next week. We will meet in Mrs. Lake’ room on Wednesday at 6:00 P.M. At the meeting, we will talk about which roads are the dirtiest as a result of people's unkind acts. Then we' ll try to pick an area to adopt and clean.

I look forward to seeing you at the meeting. Remember to keep our roads clean!

1.What is the purpose of this speech?

A. To introduce the traffic system.

B. To tell a story about adopting a pet.

C. To show drivers how to drive safely.

D. To encourage students to join the program.

2.What is the Adopt-a-Highway Program about?

A. Giving names to the highways.

B. Picking up litter along the roads.

C. Drawing pictures of highways.

D. Putting up signs near the roads.

3.What should the students do first if they want to join the program?

A. Go to a meeting on Wednesday.

B. Pick a spot to care for.

C. Write a letter to their parents.

D. Call Mrs. Lake next week.

4.Which of the following can be the best title for the passage?

A. Adopt-a-Pet B. Ways to Protect the Environment

C. Adopt-a-Highway D. Volunteers on Roads

根据短文内容,从短文后的选项中选出能填入空白处的最佳选项。选项中有两项为多余选项。

Based on Sue Monk Kidd’s best selling novel, The Secret Life of Bees is a movie of hope and faith for even the unloved and oppressed. Just as in the book, 1..

2. . Lily convinces Rosaleen, the black housekeeper to escape with her, after Rosaleen is beaten when she attempts to vote. When Lily asks Rosaleen why she risked her life standing up to the angry men who wanted to kill her, she hears “Giving in to them would be just another way of dying”.

That’s Lily’s story, too. 3. . They come to Tiburon, a town whose name is written on a label from a jar belonging to her mother before her death.

In Tiburon, there is no place where Rosaleen can eat or stay, despite the fact that President Johnson just signed the Civil Rights act in 1964. (It’s still just a piece of paper, Rosaleen says.) So Lily goes in to buy food for them, and sees the jar on sale. 4. .

The goodhearted August who runs a successful company, offers them the honey house to live in. From August, 5. . She sees a world where intelligence, independence and culture are honored and rewarded. She watches Rosaleen begin to understand that the dream of freedom from oppression she gave up when she was beaten is now possible for her. It is August who helps Lily see that love is all around her and all the others.

A. She finally stands up to her father.

B. Lily tries to make a living by keeping bees.

C. Lily learns honey business and a life lesson from the bees.

D. Lily’s life is full of suffering and cruelty, which is unbearable for a young girl.

E. The movie tells the story of the young white girl who runs away from her cruel father.

F. When Lily finds out it is made right there in a farmhouse, they go there and ask for help.

G. young Lily’s thoughts sound and read like poetry, from the first moment when her room fills with bees.

Tips for Cooking on a Tight Schedule

From my experience, there are three main reasons why people don’t cook more often: ability, money and time, __1._____. Money is a topic I’ll save for another day. So today I want to give you some wisdom about how to make the most of the time you spend in the kitchen. Here are three tips for great cooking on a tight schedule.

1. Think ahead. The moments when I think cooking is a pain are when I’m already hungry and there is nothing ready to eat . So think about of the coming week. When will have time to cook ? Do you have the right materials ready ? ______2._________.

2. Make your time worth it. When you do find time to cook a meal, make the most of it and save yourself time later on. Are you making a loaf of bread ? __3._______ It takes about the same amount of time to make more of something. So save yourself the effort for a future meal.

3. ____4.___ This may surprise you , but one of the best tools for making cooking worth your time is experimentation. It gives you the chance to hit upon new ideas and recipes that can work well with your appetite and schedule. The more you learn and the more you try, the more ability you have to take control of your food and your schedule.

Hopefully that gives you a new start. ____5._____ and don’t let a busy schedule discourage you from making some great changes in the way you eat and live !

A . Try new things

B .Ability is easily improved

C. Make three or four instead.

D. Understand your food better.

E . Cooking is a burden for many people.

F. Let cooking and living simply be a joy rather than a burden.

G. A little time planning ahead can save a lot of work later on.

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