阅读下面短文，从短文后各题的A、B、C、D四个选项中，选出适合填入
对应空白处的最佳选项, 并在答题卡上将该选项涂黑。   
My job was to make classroom observations and encourage a training program that would enable students to feel good about themselves and take charge of their lives. Donna was one of the volunteer teachers who participated in this      .
One day, I entered Donna’s classroom, took a seat in the back of the room and      . All the students were working       a task. The student next to me was filling her page with “I Can’ts.” “I can’t kick the soccer ball.” “I can’t get Debbie to like me.” Her page was half full and she showed no       of stopping. I walked down the row and found       was writing sentences, describing things they couldn’t do.
By this time the activity aroused my      , so I decided to check with the teacher to see what was going on       I noticed she too was busy writing. “I can’t get John’s mother to come for a parents’ meeting.” I felt it best not to      .
After another ten minutes, the students were       to fold the papers in half and bring them to the front. They placed their “I Can’t” statements into an empty shoebox. Then Donna     hers. She put the lid on the box, tucked it under her arm and headed out the door. Students followed the teacher. I followed the students. Halfway down the hallway Donna got a shovel from the tool house, and then marched the students to the farthest corner of the playground. There they began to      . The box of “I Can’ts” was placed at the       of the hole and then quickly covered with dirt. At this point Donna announced, “Boys and girls, please join hands and       your heads.” They quickly formed a circle around the grave.
Donna delivered the eulogy (悼词). “Friends, we gathered here today to       the memory of ‘I Can’t.’ He is       by his brothers and sisters ‘I Can’ and ‘I Will’. May ‘I Can’t’ rest in      . Amen!”
She turned the students       and marched them back into the classroom. They celebrated the       of “I Can’t”. Donna cut a large tombstone from paper. She wrote the words “I Can’t” at the top and the date at the bottom, then hung it in the classroom. On those rare occasions when a student       and said, “I Can’t,” Donna       pointed to the paper tombstone. The student then remembered that “I Can’t” was dead and chose other statement.   

1. A．job B．project C．observation D．course

2. A．checked? B．noticed C．watched D．waited

3. A．on B．with C．as D．for

4. A．scenes? B．senses C．marks D．signs

5. A．nobody B．somebody C．everyone D．anyone

6. A．curiosity B．suspect C．sympathy D．worry

7. A．and B．or C．but D．so

8. A．insert B．interrupt C．talk D．request

9. A．taught B．shown C．forced D．instructed

10. A．added B．wrote C．made D．folded

11. A．cry B．pray C．dig D．play

12. A．back B．bottom C．top D．edge

13. A．drop B．raise C．fall D．lift

14. A．keep B．thank C．forgive D．honor

15. A．remembered B．punished C．removed D．replaced

16. A．silence B．heart C．peace D．memory

17. A．down B．up C．off D．around

18. A．birth B．passing C．loss D．starting

19. A．awoke B．reminded C．forgot D．apologized

20. A．simply B．hardly C．seriously D．angrily

B
On the last day of his life, my dog Otto spent that morning of spring napping in the garden. This was always one of his favorite things to do, even before the days when he was too old and too weak to get out of a car by himself.
I probably would have started crying over Otto right then, if my two other little dogs hadn't suddenly raced past. Larry, who was a puppy, got knocked into Otto, then licked Otto's ear, and that got Otto excited, and Otto barked and tried to stand up again, but it was hard for him.
Soon it was time for me to drive to see Steve, our vet.
When Steve gave Otto the first shot, it made him woozy (眩晕的). Otto wandered over to where Steve and I were sitting and settled down between us. He has always liked to touch everyone in his pack, if possible, while he sleeps.
After Steve gave him the last shot and Otto stopped breathing, he didn't look like Otto anymore. He looked like an old gray-brown piece of beat-up carpet, and I suddenly realized what bad shape he'd been in for a long, long time. I wondered if he'd been in much more pain than I knew. Wondering made me feel even worse.
The week after Otto died was not good. Every morning when I walked Larry and Sticky in the neighborhood, somebody would come up and say they had heard about Otto and they were sorry. They were all Otto's friends and some of them cried. Others, like Debbie who lives on my street, reminded me about how, even at the end. Otto would stand between her twins' stroller (婴儿车) and the street when the garbage truck went by. "Like it was his job to protect them," she marveled.
Otto has left us, but his memory lives on.
60. How did the author feel when Otto was napping in the garden?
A. She felt like crying.                      B. She thought life was beautiful.
C. She found spring was wonderful.           D. She was relieved.
61. According to the passage, how did the dog die?
A. He had an accident on the street.           B. He died naturally.                 
C. He was made to die by a vet.              D. He starved.
62. What can we know about Otto?
A. He was already too old to bark.                            B. He liked people to keep him company.     C. He died a very painful death.                           D. He was protected by the neighbours.
63. We can see from the passage that Sticky is a ______.
A. cat                 B. dog              C. child             D. neighbour

I am a mother of three children and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was social study. The last project of the term was called “Smile”. The last class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.
Soon after we were given the project, my husband, my youngest son, and I went out to McDonald’s one cold March morning. It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.
We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back way. I turned around and found there standing behind me were two poor homeless men with a horrible “dirty body” smell. The short gentleman, close to me, was “smiling”. His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of light as he searched for acceptance. The second man played with his hands uneasily as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation (救赎). The short man just asked for a coffee because that was all they could afford.
I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the men’s table. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman’s cold hand. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes and said “Thank you”.
I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, “That’s why God gave you to me, Honey. To give me hope.”
On the last evening of class, I turned in “my project” and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, “Can I share this?” I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and we all knew that we need to heal people and to be healed.
I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE. “LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS---NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.”
【小题1】 Why did the people around the author back away?

 As I walked________the countryyards, I noticed how the peasants devoted hours to cleaning it
A. across        B. down               C.through        D. along

I saw the old man, with his untidy clothes and messy hair, as he dashed between the rows of the department store. He was trying to be ordinary but he was hard not to __21    .

He    22    the saleswoman and with a slight    23  , possibly German, asked where the women’s shoes were sold. “Fourth floor.” She responded in a voice I could hear 10 miles away. “Pardon? Where did you say they were?” he asked again, apparently    24 . Clearly the old man was somewhat    25    “Fourth floor, sir,” the friendly saleswoman replied patiently, this time so   26   that customers turned to see what was causing the   27    .

I continued watching as the man thanked the saleswoman and   28   for what I assumed was the fourth floor. But rather than walk to the    29    or the lift, he dashed behind a shelf, took out a notebook and started writing hurriedly, with an almost mad   30   on his face. Then he went straight up to another saleswoman and asked where the women’s shoes were sold. Again he asked her to   31   the answer and once more he walked away and took down some notes.

He did this three more times before a department store    32  , thinking him mad, removed him from the store. But rather than be   33   , the old man departed with a huge smile on his face. Although the incident was  34   , it was not until a year later, during my first year of university, that I gave it any further   35   . I walked into my language classroom and met my professor. It was that very same man.