I cheated on a unit test in math class this morning during second period with Mr. Burke. Afterward, I was too sick to eat lunch just thinking about it.
I came straight home from school, went to my room, and lay on the floor trying to decide whether it would be better to run away from home now or after supper. Mostly I wished I was dead. It wasn't even an accident that I cheated.
Yesterday Mr. Burke announced there'd be a unit test and anyone who didn't pass would have to come to school on Saturday, most particularly me, since I didn't pass the last unit test. I did plan to study just to prove to him that I'm plenty smart—which I am mostly—except in math.
Anyway, I got my desk ready to study on . Just when I was ready to work, Nicho came into my room with our new rabbit and it jumped on my desk and knocked the flashcards all over the floor. What a mess! Nicho and I finally took the rabbit outside but then Philip came to my room and also Marty from next door and before long it was dinner.
After dinner my father said I could watch a special on television if I'd done all my homework. Of course I said I had. That was the beginning. I felt terrible telling my father a lie about the homework.
It was nine o'clock when I got up to my room and that was too late to study for the unit test so I lay in my bed with the light off and decided what I would do the next day when I was in Mr. Burke's math class not knowing the 8- and 9-times tables. So, you see, the cheating was planned after all.
The next day, I'd go into class as usual, acting like things were going just great. I'd sit down next to Stanley Plummer—he is so smart in math it makes you sick—and from time to time, I'd glance over at his paper to copy the answers.
Lying on the floor of my room, I begin to think that probably I've been bad all along. It just took this math test to clinch it. I'll probably never tell the truth again. I tell my mother I'm sick when she calls me to come down for dinner. She doesn't believe me, but puts me to bed anyhow. I lie there in the early winter darkness wondering what terrible thing I'll be doing next when my father comes in and sits down on my bed.
"What's the matter?" he asks. "I've got a stomachache," I say. Luckily, it's too dark to see his face. "Is that all?" "Yeah." "Mommy says you've been in your room since school." "I was sick there too," I say. "She thinks something happened today and you're upset." That's the thing that really drives me crazy about my mother. She knows things sitting inside my head the same as if I was turned inside out.
"Well," my father says. I can tell he doesn't believe me. "My stomach is feeling sort of upset." I hedge. "Okay," he says and he pats my leg and gets up.
Just as he shuts the door to my room I call out to him in a voice I don't even recognize as my own. "How come?" he calls back not surprised or anything. So I tell him I cheated on this math test. To tell the truth, I'm pretty much surprised at myself. I didn't plan to tell him anything.
He doesn't say anything at first and that just about kills me. I'd be fine if he'd spank me or something. And then he says I'll have to call Mr. Burke. It's not what I had in mind. "Now?" I ask surprised. "Now," he says. He turns on the light and pulls off my covers. "I'm not going to," I say.
But I do it. I call Mr. Burke, and I tell him exactly what happened, even that I decided to cheat the night before the test. He says I'll come on Saturday to take another test, which is okay with me, and I thank him a whole lot for being understanding and all.
"Today I thought I was turning into a criminal," I tell my father when he turns out my light. Sometimes my father kisses me good night and sometimes he doesn't. I never know. But tonight he does.
【小题1】After the author cheated on the math test, he felt ____________.

I cheated on a unit test in math class this morning during second period with Mr. Burke. Afterward, I was too sick to eat lunch just thinking about it.

I came straight home from school, went to my room, and lay on the floor trying to decide whether it would be better to run away from home now or after supper. Mostly I wished I was dead. It wasn't even an accident that I cheated.

Yesterday Mr. Burke announced there'd be a unit test and anyone who didn't pass would have to come to school on Saturday, most particularly me, since I didn't pass the last unit test. I did plan to study just to prove to him that I'm plenty smart—which I am mostly—except in math.

Anyway, I got my desk ready to study on . Just when I was ready to work, Nicho came into my room with our new rabbit and it jumped on my desk and knocked the flashcards all over the floor. What a mess! Nicho and I finally took the rabbit outside but then Philip came to my room and also Marty from next door and before long it was dinner.

After dinner my father said I could watch a special on television if I'd done all my homework. Of course I said I had. That was the beginning. I felt terrible telling my father a lie about the homework.

It was nine o'clock when I got up to my room and that was too late to study for the unit test so I lay in my bed with the light off and decided what I would do the next day when I was in Mr. Burke's math class not knowing the 8- and 9-times tables. So, you see, the cheating was planned after all.

The next day, I'd go into class as usual, acting like things were going just great. I'd sit down next to Stanley Plummer—he is so smart in math it makes you sick—and from time to time, I'd glance over at his paper to copy the answers.

Lying on the floor of my room, I begin to think that probably I've been bad all along. It just took this math test to clinch it. I'll probably never tell the truth again. I tell my mother I'm sick when she calls me to come down for dinner. She doesn't believe me, but puts me to bed anyhow. I lie there in the early winter darkness wondering what terrible thing I'll be doing next when my father comes in and sits down on my bed.

"What's the matter?" he asks. "I've got a stomachache," I say. Luckily, it's too dark to see his face. "Is that all?" "Yeah." "Mommy says you've been in your room since school." "I was sick there too," I say. "She thinks something happened today and you're upset." That's the thing that really drives me crazy about my mother. She knows things sitting inside my head the same as if I was turned inside out.

"Well," my father says. I can tell he doesn't believe me. "My stomach is feeling sort of upset." I hedge. "Okay," he says and he pats my leg and gets up.

Just as he shuts the door to my room I call out to him in a voice I don't even recognize as my own. "How come?" he calls back not surprised or anything. So I tell him I cheated on this math test. To tell the truth, I'm pretty much surprised at myself. I didn't plan to tell him anything.

He doesn't say anything at first and that just about kills me. I'd be fine if he'd spank me or something. And then he says I'll have to call Mr. Burke. It's not what I had in mind. "Now?" I ask surprised. "Now," he says. He turns on the light and pulls off my covers. "I'm not going to," I say.

But I do it. I call Mr. Burke, and I tell him exactly what happened, even that I decided to cheat the night before the test. He says I'll come on Saturday to take another test, which is okay with me, and I thank him a whole lot for being understanding and all.

"Today I thought I was turning into a criminal," I tell my father when he turns out my light. Sometimes my father kisses me good night and sometimes he doesn't. I never know. But tonight he does.

1.After the author cheated on the math test, he felt ____________.

A．frightened because he might be caught

B．excited that he had succeeded

C．pleased that nobody knew it

D．unhappy because he had done something wrong

2.By “It wasn't even an accident that I cheated”, the author means that ________.

A．he had planned not to study before the test

B．he decided to cheat when he knew there was going to be a test

C．he decided to cheat after he had wasted the whole evening

D．he had planned to cheat with Plummer before the test

3.The author’ mother often drives him crazy because _____-.

A．She really knows what he is thinking

B．she was very strict with him

C．she doesn’t believe him

D．she asks him to come down for dinner

4.After he was informed of what he had done, the father _______.

A．scolded the author severely

B．didn’t say anything and left

C．called Mr. Burke immediately

D．let the author make a call to Mr. Burke

5.The author’s father kissed the author good night because ________-.

A．he had done something unusual

B．he promised to study math harder

C．he was willing to take a make-up test

D．he realized his mistake and had the courage to admit it

I cheated on a unit test in math class this morning during second period with Mr. Burke. Afterward, I was too sick to eat lunch just thinking about it.
I came straight home from school, went to my room, and lay on the floor trying to decide whether it would be better to run away from home now or after supper. Mostly I wished I was dead. It wasn't even an accident that I cheated.
Yesterday Mr. Burke announced there'd be a unit test and anyone who didn't pass would have to come to school on Saturday, most particularly me, since I didn't pass the last unit test. I did plan to study just to prove to him that I'm plenty smart—which I am mostly—except in math.
Anyway, I got my desk ready to study on . Just when I was ready to work, Nicho came into my room with our new rabbit and it jumped on my desk and knocked the flashcards all over the floor. What a mess! Nicho and I finally took the rabbit outside but then Philip came to my room and also Marty from next door and before long it was dinner.
After dinner my father said I could watch a special on television if I'd done all my homework. Of course I said I had. That was the beginning. I felt terrible telling my father a lie about the homework.
It was nine o'clock when I got up to my room and that was too late to study for the unit test so I lay in my bed with the light off and decided what I would do the next day when I was in Mr. Burke's math class not knowing the 8- and 9-times tables. So, you see, the cheating was planned after all.
The next day, I'd go into class as usual, acting like things were going just great. I'd sit down next to Stanley Plummer—he is so smart in math it makes you sick—and from time to time, I'd glance over at his paper to copy the answers.
Lying on the floor of my room, I begin to think that probably I've been bad all along. It just took this math test to clinch it. I'll probably never tell the truth again. I tell my mother I'm sick when she calls me to come down for dinner. She doesn't believe me, but puts me to bed anyhow. I lie there in the early winter darkness wondering what terrible thing I'll be doing next when my father comes in and sits down on my bed.
"What's the matter?" he asks. "I've got a stomachache," I say. Luckily, it's too dark to see his face. "Is that all?" "Yeah." "Mommy says you've been in your room since school." "I was sick there too," I say. "She thinks something happened today and you're upset." That's the thing that really drives me crazy about my mother. She knows things sitting inside my head the same as if I was turned inside out.
"Well," my father says. I can tell he doesn't believe me. "My stomach is feeling sort of upset." I hedge. "Okay," he says and he pats my leg and gets up.
Just as he shuts the door to my room I call out to him in a voice I don't even recognize as my own. "How come?" he calls back not surprised or anything. So I tell him I cheated on this math test. To tell the truth, I'm pretty much surprised at myself. I didn't plan to tell him anything.
He doesn't say anything at first and that just about kills me. I'd be fine if he'd spank me or something. And then he says I'll have to call Mr. Burke. It's not what I had in mind. "Now?" I ask surprised. "Now," he says. He turns on the light and pulls off my covers. "I'm not going to," I say.
But I do it. I call Mr. Burke, and I tell him exactly what happened, even that I decided to cheat the night before the test. He says I'll come on Saturday to take another test, which is okay with me, and I thank him a whole lot for being understanding and all.
"Today I thought I was turning into a criminal," I tell my father when he turns out my light. Sometimes my father kisses me good night and sometimes he doesn't. I never know. But tonight he does

1. 1.

   After the author cheated on the math test, he felt______.

   1. A.
      frightened because he might be caught
   2. B.
      excited that he had succeeded
   3. C.
      pleased that nobody knew it
   4. D.
      unhappy because he had done something wrong
2. 2.

   By “It wasn't even an accident that I cheated”, the author means that______.

   1. A.
      he had planned not to study before the test
   2. B.
      he decided to cheat when he knew there was going to be a test
   3. C.
      he decided to cheat after he had wasted the whole evening
   4. D.
      he had planned to cheat with Plummer before the test
3. 3.

   The author’ mother often drives him crazy because______.

   1. A.
      She really knows what he is thinking
   2. B.
      she was very strict with him
   3. C.
      she doesn’t believe him
   4. D.
      she asks him to come down for dinner
4. 4.

   After he was informed of what he had done, the father ______.

   1. A.
      scolded the author severely
   2. B.
      didn’t say anything and left
   3. C.
      called Mr. Burke immediately
   4. D.
      let the author make a call to Mr. Burke
5. 5.

   The author’s father kissed the author good night because ______.

   1. A.
      he had done something unusual
   2. B.
      he promised to study math harder
   3. C.
      he was willing to take a make-up test
   4. D.
      he realized his mistake and had the courage to admit it

       Having driven almost thirty hours, I decided to stay in South Carolina for a few days．The next morning, I purchased a three-day fishing license and bait （饵料） before heading to the lake．

       Opening my trunk, I carefully took out my fishing gear （用具）, put it on the lake’s edge, baited up and began to fish．

       “Good morning,” said someone, walking up from behind me．

       Turning around, I saw a game warden （猎场管理员） with a clip-board．

       “Good morning,” I said, nodding my head．

       “Catch any fish?” he asked．

       “No sir, just relaxing and killing time．”

       “Can I see your fishing license?”

       I handed him the license I had purchased at the bait shop．

       “Can I see your driver’s license, too?” he requested．

       “I see the name on the driver’s license is spelled Kiser and the name on the fishing license is Kaiser,” said the warden．

       “The gentleman at the bait shop must have written it wrong,” I told him．

       “Well, I’m afraid I’ll have to write you up for fishing with an invalid license and take away your fishing gear．”

       “You’ve got to be kidding,” I responded, with a surprised look on my face．

       Sure enough I was written up and my fishing gear taken away．I was told that I would have to pay a fine and that my stuff would be sold at auction（拍卖）．

       I stood there almost in tears as he drove away．Those rods and reels were very special to me．I had used them over twenty years, fishing with my friends, who were now all dead．

       After returning home in Georgia, I telephoned South Carolina trying to explain the situation, but no one would listen．I was told that the Department of Fish and Game had a “zero tolerance” for fishing and hunting violations．Finally, in tears I paid the fine and gave up the fight．

       Nine months later, I received a letter．I had no idea who it was from as there was no return address．On a plain piece of notebook paper was written “Auction for the Department of Fish and Game held this Saturday at 11:00 am．”

       On Saturday, at six in the morning I headed to South Carolina．By ten o’clock I had found the auction．There were numerous boats and piles upon piles of fishing equipment．All at once, there it was—my wonderful stuff all thrown in a pile as if it was worth nothing．

       As the auction began I took my seat．In my wallet was twenty-seven dollars．For more than an hour I waited for my property to be brought to the auction block．

       “We have three rods and reels here．I guess we will sell this as a unit,” said the auctioneer．

       “50 dollars,” yelled someone in the crowd．

       “51 dollars,” yelled another man．

       I rose from my seat and walked out of the auction．

       “66 dollars,” I heard as the bidding continued．

       “100 dollars,” came another bid．The auction became silent．

       “100 dollars once, 100 dollars twice, 100 dollars three times．Sold for 100 dollars,” went the auctioneer．

       I walked to my truck, got in and just sat there．Suddenly I heard something hit the side of my truck．Turning around, I saw the back of a man putting my three rods and reels into my truck．It was the same game warden who wrote me the ticket almost a year ago!

       As I got out of the truck he stuck out his hand and said, “I wasn’t wrong．It’s the law that is wrong．”

       I shook his hand, thanked him and drove away．I cried as I crossed the South Carolina Georgia state line．

1.Who wrote a letter to the writer telling him about the auction?

       A．The Department of Fish and Game．     B．The game warden．

       C．A person unmentioned in the passage．  D．The auction organizers．

2.Why did the writer walk out of the auction while it was going on?

       A．He realized he was unable to get back his fishing gear．

       B．He was too nervous to stay inside till the auction ended．

       C．He couldn’t bear hearing people selling his fishing gear．

       D．He knew the game warden was waiting for him outside．

3.What did the game warden mean by saying “It’s the law that is wrong”?

       A．It didn’t make any sense to prohibit people from fishing freely in South Carolina．

       B．The writer did break the law by fishing with an invalid license whatever the reason．

       C．The writer should have been allowed a chance to explain and get his things back．

       D．The auction should not have been held to sell the boats and fishing equipment．

Having driven almost thirty hours, I decided to stay in South Carolina for a few days．The next morning, I purchased a three-day fishing license and bait（饵料）before heading to the lake．

       Opening my trunk, I carefully took out my fishing gear（用具）, put it on the lake’s edge, baited up and began to fish．

       “Good morning,” said someone, walking up from behind me．

       Turning around, I saw a game warden （猎场管理员） with a clip-board．

       “Good morning,” I said, nodding my head．

       “Catch any fish?” he asked．

       “No sir, just relaxing and killing time．”

       “Can I see your fishing license?”

       I handed him the license I had purchased at the bait shop．

       “Can I see your driver’s license, too?” he requested．

       “I see the name on the driver’s license is spelled Kiser and the name on the fishing license is Kaiser,” said the warden．

       “The gentleman at the bait shop must have written it wrong,” I told him．

       “Well, I’m afraid I’ll have to write you up for fishing with an invalid license and take away your fishing gear．”

       “You’ve got to be kidding,” I responded, with a surprised look on my face．

       Sure enough I was written up and my fishing gear taken away．I was told that I would have to pay a fine and that my stuff would be sold at auction（拍卖）．

       I stood there almost in tears as he drove away．Those rods and reels were very special to me．I had used them over twenty years, fishing with my friends, who were now all dead．

       After returning home in Georgia, I telephoned South Carolina trying to explain the situation, but no one would listen．I was told that the Department of Fish and Game had a “zero tolerance” for fishing and hunting violations．Finally, in tears I paid the fine and gave up the fight．

       Nine months later, I received a letter．I had no idea who it was from as there was no return address．On a plain piece of notebook paper was written “Auction for the Department of Fish and Game held this Saturday at 11:00 am．”

       On Saturday, at six in the morning I headed to South Carolina．By ten o’clock I had found the auction．There were numerous boats and piles upon piles of fishing equipment．All at once, there it was—my wonderful stuff all thrown in a pile as if it was worth nothing．

       As the auction began I took my seat．In my wallet was twenty-seven dollars．For more than an hour I waited for my property to be brought to the auction block．

       “We have three rods and reels here．I guess we will sell this as a unit,” said the auctioneer．

       “50 dollars,” yelled someone in the crowd．

       “51 dollars,” yelled another man．

       I rose from my seat and walked out of the auction．

       “66 dollars,” I heard as the bidding continued．

       “100 dollars,” came another bid．The auction became silent．

       “100 dollars once, 100 dollars twice, 100 dollars three times．Sold for 100 dollars,” went the auctioneer．

       I walked to my truck, got in and just sat there．Suddenly I heard something hit the side of my truck．Turning around, I saw the back of a man putting my three rods and reels into my truck．It was the same game warden who wrote me the ticket almost a year ago!

       As I got out of the truck he stuck out his hand and said, “I wasn’t wrong．It’s the law that is wrong．”

       I shook his hand, thanked him and drove away．I cried as I crossed the South Carolina Georgia state line．

1．Who wrote a letter to the writer telling him about the auction?

       A．The Department of Fish and Game．     B．The game warden．

       C．A person unmentioned in the passage．  D．The auction organizers．

2．Why did the writer walk out of the auction while it was going on?

       A．He realized he was unable to get back his fishing gear．

       B．He was too nervous to stay inside till the auction ended．

       C．He couldn’t bear hearing people selling his fishing gear．

       D．He knew the game warden was waiting for him outside．

3．What did the game warden mean by saying “It’s the law that is wrong”?

       A．It didn’t make any sense to prohibit people from fishing freely in South Carolina．

       B．The writer did break the law by fishing with an invalid license whatever the reason．

       C．The writer should have been allowed a chance to explain and get his things back．

       D．The auction should not have been held to sell the boats and fishing equipment．