题目内容
As a young social worker in a New York City psychiatric clinic, I was asked to see Roz, a 20-year-old woman who had been referred to us from another psychiatric clinic. It was an 36 referral in that no information was received 37 her first appointment. I was told to “play it by ear”, and to 38 what her problems were and what she needed.
39 an examination to go on, I saw Roz as an unhappy, misunderstood young woman who hadn’t been listened to in her earlier treatment. Her family situation was unpleasant. I didn’t see her as disturbed, 40 rather as lonely and misunderstood. She responded so 41 to being heard. I encouraged her to start a life worth living — to find a job, a satisfying place to live and new relationships. We hit it off well, and she 42 making important changes in her life.
The records from the previous psychiatric clinic arrived a month after Roz and I began our successful work together. To my complete surprise, her records were several inches thick, 43 a long period of psychiastric hospitalization. Her diagnosis was “paranoid schizophrenic(妄想型精神分裂症)”, with a 44 that she was “hopeless”.
That had not been my experience with Roz at all so I decided to forget those pieces of paper. I never treated her as if she had that “hopeless” treatment. I did find out about the horrors for Roz of the hospitalization, of being drugged, separated and abused. I also learned a lot from her about 45 such deeply and unforgettably shocking circumstances.
First Roz found a job, then a place to live away from her difficult 46 . After several months of working together, she introduced me to her husband-to-be, a successful businessman who adored her.
When we 47 our treatment, Roz gave me the gift of a silver bookmark and a note that said, “Thank you for believing and encouraging me.”
36. A. uncertain | B. unfortunate | C. unconscious | D. unusual |
37. A. apart from | B. away from | C. ahead of | D. out of |
38. A. figure out | B. clear up | C. turn out | D. bring up |
39. A. On | B. Without | C. From | D. In |
40. A. then | B. but | C. still | D. and |
41. A. slowly | B. briefly | C. effectively | D. positively |
42. A. delayed | B. resisted | C. started | D. avoided |
43. A. requiring | B. describing | C. repeating | D. reporting |
44. A. comment | B. suggestion | C. note | D. decision |
45. A. surviving | B. improving | C. mastering | D. explaining |
46. A. clinic | B. house | C. job | D. family |
47. A. shared | B. conducted | C. completed | D. received |
36-40 DCABB 41~45 DCBAA 46~47 DC
I’ve loved my mother’s desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as Mother sat doing letters(学问). Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the most wonderful thing in the world.
Years later, during her final illness, Mother kept different things for my sister and brother. “But the desk”, she said again, “is for Elizabeth.” I never saw her anger, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in action. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened. And a gulf opened between us. I was too emotional. But she lived “on the surface”.
As years passed, I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she did forgive（原谅）me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn’t be sure that the letter had even got to Mother. I only knew that I had written in, and I could stop trying to make her into someone she was not.
Now the present of her desk told me, as she’d never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside－a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you chose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.
【小题1】The writer began to love her mother’s desk _______.
| A．after Mother died. | B．before she became a writer. |
| C．when she was a child. | D．when Mother gave it to her. |
| A．Mother was cold on the surface but kind in her heart to her daughter. |
| B．Mother was too serious about everything her daughter had done. |
| C．Mother cared much about her daughter in words. |
| D．Mother wrote to her daughter in careful words. |
| A．deep understanding between the old and the young. |
| B．different ideas between the mother and the daughter. |
| C．free talks between mother and daughter. |
| D．part of the sea going far in land. |
| A．She had never received the letter. |
| B．For years, she often talked about the letter. |
| C．She didn’t forgive her daughter at all in all her life. |
| D．She read the letter again and again till she died. |
| A．My Letter to Mother. | B．Mother and Children. |
| C．My Mother’s Desk. | D．Talks between Mother and Me. |