I was a newcomer of Miss Burn’s seventh grade. Past“newcomer”experiences had been difficult, so I was
very anxious to fit in.
Lunchtime was a pleasant surprise when the girls all crowded around my table. Their chat was friendly, so
I began to relax. My new classmates filled me in on the school, the teachers and the other kids. it wasn’t long
before the class herd(书呆子)was pointed out to me: Mary Lou. Actually she called herself Mary Louise. A
formal, overmodest young girl with old-fashioned clothes, she wasn’t ugly—not even funny looking. Practical
shoes, long wool skirt and a blouse completed the image of a complete herd. The girls’ whispers got louder and
louder. Mary Lou didn’t notice this. After school, the girls invited me to join them in front of the school.
Arms wrapped around her backpack, Mary Lou came down the school steps. The taunting began—rude,
biting comments and disrespectful words from the girls. I paused, then joined right in. My force began to pick
up as I approached her, mean(卑劣)remarks falling from my lips. I even pulled the belt of her backpack and then
pushed her. The belt broke, Mary Lou fell. Everyone was laughing and patting me. I fit in. But I was not proud.
Something inside me hurt.
Mary Lou got up, gathered her books and—without a tear shed—off, she went. She held her head high as a
small trickle of blood ran down from her injured knee.
I turned to leave with my laughing friends and noticed a man standing beside his car. His skin, dark hair
and handsome features told me this was her father. Respectful of Mary Lou’s proud spirit, he remained still and
watched the lonely girl walk toward him. Only his eyes—shining with both grief and pride—followed. As I
passed, he looked at me in silence with burning tears that spoke to my shame and scolded my heart. He didn’t
speak a word.
No scolding from a teacher or a parent could linger(逗留)as much as that hurt in my heart from the day a
father’s eyes taught me kindness and strength and dignity. I never again joined the cruel herds. I never
again hurt someone for my own gain.
【小题1】 The writer felt she fit in when      .

I cry easily. I cried when a boy in the film suffered from an incurable disease. I cried when an athlete broke a world record.

 One night my wife and I were going to dinner at a friend ' s．As we went towards the house, I noticed a car pulling out from the sidewalk．Just ahead, another car was waiting to back into the parking space．But before he could do so a yellow car came up from behind and sneaked into the space．

While my wife went ahead into our friend' s house, I stepped into the street．

“Hey,” I said, “this parking space belongs to that guy．” I gestured towards the man ahead, who was looking back angrily．At that moment I was feeling pretty manly．

 “ Mind your own business!” the driver told me．

 “No,” I said．“You don' t understand．That fellow was waiting to back into this space．”

 Things quickly heated up, until finally he jumped out of the car．My God, he was extremely large．He grabbed me and shook his rock of a fist at me．I tasted blood．I was terrified．

Almost in a panic, I ran to my friend ' s front door．As a former Marine （海军） , as a man, I felt absolutely embarrassed as my wife and friends asked me what had happened．All I could say was that I had had an argument about a parking space．They were sensitive and let it go at that．

Perhaps half an hour later, the doorbell rang．For some reason I was sure that the huge man had returned for me．My blood ran cold．My hostess got up to answer it, but I stopped her．I knew I had to face up to my fear．

I opened the door．There he stood．“I came back to apologize,” he said in a low voice．“I am ashamed of myself．The Brooklyn Navy Yard where I've worked for ten years is closing．Today I got laid off．I' m not myself．I hope you’ ll accept my apology．”

 I remembered that after I closed the door, I stood there for a few minutes alone with tears in my eyes．

1.What did the author do when a yellow car drove into the parking space?

 A．He beat the driver．

 B．He blamed the driver．

 C．He asked the driver to apologize．

 D．He ran to his friend' s house for help．

2.What do we know about the yellow car' s driver?

 A．He was rude and liked fighting．

 B．He was famous for his bad temper．

 C．He lost his job and felt terrible that day．

 D．He tried to get the author' s parking space．

3.What does the underlined sentence mean?

 A．I became quite calm．

 B．I felt extremely frightened．

 C．I couldn't move with cold．

 D．I was too angry to say anything．

4.What kind of person is the author?

 A．Direct and serious．           B．Humorous and open - minded．

 C．Honest and ambitious．         D．Warm - hearted and understanding

I was a newcomer of Miss Burn’s seventh grade. Past“newcomer”experiences had been difficult, so I was

very anxious to fit in.

    Lunchtime was a pleasant surprise when the girls all crowded around my table. Their chat was friendly, so

I began to relax. My new classmates filled me in on the school, the teachers and the other kids. it wasn’t long

before the class herd(书呆子)was pointed out to me: Mary Lou. Actually she called herself Mary Louise. A

formal, overmodest young girl with old-fashioned clothes, she wasn’t ugly—not even funny looking. Practical

shoes, long wool skirt and a blouse completed the image of a complete herd. The girls’ whispers got louder and

louder. Mary Lou didn’t notice this. After school, the girls invited me to join them in front of the school.

   Arms wrapped around her backpack, Mary Lou came down the school steps. The taunting began—rude,

biting comments and disrespectful words from the girls. I paused, then joined right in. My force began to pick

up as I approached her, mean(卑劣)remarks falling from my lips. I even pulled the belt of her backpack and then

pushed her. The belt broke, Mary Lou fell. Everyone was laughing and patting me. I fit in. But I was not proud.

Something inside me hurt.

   Mary Lou got up, gathered her books and—without a tear shed—off, she went. She held her head high as a

small trickle of blood ran down from her injured knee.

   I turned to leave with my laughing friends and noticed a man standing beside his car. His skin, dark hair

and handsome features told me this was her father. Respectful of Mary Lou’s proud spirit, he remained still and

watched the lonely girl walk toward him. Only his eyes—shining with both grief and pride—followed. As I

passed, he looked at me in silence with burning tears that spoke to my shame and scolded my heart. He didn’t

speak a word.

   No scolding from a teacher or a parent could linger(逗留)as much as that hurt in my heart from the day a

father’s eyes taught me kindness and strength and dignity. I never again joined the cruel herds. I never

again hurt someone for my own gain.

1. The writer felt she fit in when       .

   A. she relaxed and talked with her new classmate    B. she became a leader of a school club

   C. she picked a wing off a butterfly       D. others cheered for her after she treated Mary badly

2.What does the underlined word“taunting”mean in the article?

   A. Playing a game        B. Joining a club

   C. Criticizing a person     D. Watching a movie

3.Mary’s father      after he saw what happened to her daughter.

   A. felt shameful and angry for his daughter      B. felt sad and proud for his daughter’s bravery

   C. felt it necessary to teach the writer a lesson    D. felt it a pity that she didn’t fight back

4.The writer would never hurt someone for her own gain because she     .

   A. was impressed by Mary’s calmness    

B. was afraid to be scolded by Mary’s father

   C. was sorry she hurt Mary’s knee

   D. was aware that it was a shame to make fun of Mary

5.According to the article, the writer is probably      .

   A. a rude girl who enjoys making fun of others

   B. a clever girl who is good at making friends with others

   C. a shy girl who isn’t good at communicating with others

   D. a brave girl who is willing to correct her mistakes

I cry easily. I cried when a boy in the film suffered from an incurable disease. I cried when an athlete broke a world record.
One night my wife and I were going to dinner at a friend ' s．As we went towards the house, I noticed a car pulling out from the sidewalk．Just ahead, another car was waiting to back into the parking space．But before he could do so a yellow car came up from behind and sneaked into the space．
While my wife went ahead into our friend' s house, I stepped into the street．
“Hey,” I said, “this parking space belongs to that guy．” I gestured towards the man ahead, who was looking back angrily．At that moment I was feeling pretty manly．
“ Mind your own business!” the driver told me．
“No,” I said．“You don' t understand．That fellow was waiting to back into this space．”
Things quickly heated up, until finally he jumped out of the car．My God, he was extremely large．He grabbed me and shook his rock of a fist at me．I tasted blood．I was terrified．
Almost in a panic, I ran to my friend ' s front door．As a former Marine （海军） , as a man, I felt absolutely embarrassed as my wife and friends asked me what had happened．All I could say was that I had had an argument about a parking space．They were sensitive and let it go at that．
Perhaps half an hour later, the doorbell rang．For some reason I was sure that the huge man had returned for me．My blood ran cold．My hostess got up to answer it, but I stopped her．I knew I had to face up to my fear．
I opened the door．There he stood．“I came back to apologize,” he said in a low voice．“I am ashamed of myself．The Brooklyn Navy Yard where I've worked for ten years is closing．Today I got laid off．I' m not myself．I hope you’ ll accept my apology．”
I remembered that after I closed the door, I stood there for a few minutes alone with tears in my eyes．
【小题1】What did the author do when a yellow car drove into the parking space?

Mary Lou

It was my first day to Miss Hargrove’s seventh grade. Past “newcomer” experiences had been difficult, so I was very   36   to fit in. After being introduced to the class, I bravely put on a smile and took my seat.

Lunchtime was a pleasant surprise when the girls all crowded around my table. They were friendly, so I began to   37  . My new classmates told me about the school, the teachers and the other kids. They   38   out the class nerd (书呆子) to me: Mary Lou. She was a pretty girl with dark eyes and olive-skin,   39   she wore a long woolen skirt and an old-fashioned blouse. She looked stupid. The girls whispered and giggled   40   Mary Lou walked by. She ate alone.

After school, the girls invited me to   41   them in front of the school. I was thrilled to be  a(n)   42   of the club. We waited. For what, I didn’t know. Then Mary Lou came down the school steps. The girls started making fun of her, shouting rudely, biting comments. I   43  , then joined right in. Mean remarks fell from my   44  . No one could   45   I’d never done this before. The other girls stepped back and started cheering for me. Feeling   46  , I pulled on her backpack and then pushed her. Her backpack broke, Mary Lou fell and I backed off. Everyone was laughing. I   47   in. I was a leader.

I was not proud. Something inside me   48  . If you’ve ever picked a wing off a butterfly, you know how I felt.

Mary Lou got up,   49   her books and left without a tear or saying anything. She held her head   50   as blood ran down from her knee. I   51   her limp away down the street.

I turned to leave with my   52   friends and noticed a man standing beside his car. He must have been Mary Lou’s father ––– he had the same olive skin, dark hair and handsome look. He remained still and watched the   53   girl walk toward him. Only his eyes ––– shining with both sadness and pride ––– followed. As I passed, he looked at me in silence with burning tears that reminded me of my   54  .

       Mary Lou’s father’s eyes taught me a good lesson that day. I never again hurt someone for my own   55  .

36. A. anxious           B. excited                C. eager                D. afraid

37. A. talk                B. hesitate               C. relax                 D. suspect

38. A. picked            B. pointed                C. worked             D. found

39. A. because                 B. so                       C. and                   D. but

40. A. as                  B. before              C. after                 D. since

41. A. consult           B. fight                   C. support             D. join

42. A. leader             B. member                     C. assistant            D. organizer

43. A. paused            B. refused               C. hurried              D. escaped

44. A. eyes               B. heart                   C. lips                   D. mind

45. A. tell                        B. say                     C. report            D. announce

46. A. ashamed         B. guilty                  C. encouraged     D. powerful

47. A. turned            B. went                   C. took                  D. fitted

48. A. sank               B. hurt                    C. touched             D. screamed

49. A. tore               B. closed                 C. gathered            D. grasped

50. A. cautiously       B. casually            C. low                   D. high

51. A. watched         B. noticed                C. glared            D. glanced

52. A. caring             B. laughing              C. puzzling            D. satisfying

53. A. silly                B. only                    C. lonely             D. friendly

54. A. pain                B. pity                     C. weakness          D. shame

55. A. loss                B. gain                    C. effort             D. duty