Dogs are generally called “man's best friend”. They are loyal, funny and loving. They seldom complain and always obey their owners. People who have dogs seem to be happier and healthier than those who live alone. One reason for this is that people with dogs lead more active lives. Who can say no to a lovely dog when he pulls on your arm and asks you to take him for a walk?

Dogs are really amazing animals. They not only provide great help for humans but also offer emotional support. Think about guide dogs for blind people, or dogs that help people in wheelchairs.

However, it is the emotional side of owning a dog that has been studied in detail by Dr Julie Davis of Chicago University. I have interviewed office workers and farmers, policemen and construction workers," says Dr Davis. Everyone wants to talk about their dogs. Many people said they cried much more when their dogs died than when their parents did. They said the sadness was much deeper. People tell me all the time that they get more emotional support from their dogs than they do from their husbands or wives."

1.What is the dog regarded as? (No more than 3 words)

2.Why do people with pet dogs seem happier and healthier than those having no dogs? (No more than 8 words)

3.Why does the writer think dogs are amazing animals? (No more than 11 words)

4.What can be concluded from Dr. Davis’ interview? (No more than 10 words)

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

 (山东省淄博市2009届高三三模)

As I entered the already crowded church, my stomach jumped. What if I ___36___ how to play my piece? What if I skipped a note? My parents gave me a look of ___37___ as I sat at my place. I kept looking over at my parents and they would smile back at me ___38___. Dad started to unpack the seen-too-often video camera. How I ___39___ that thing! He pulls it out constantly!

This is my night, I thought to myself as Mrs. Depperman introduced the ___40___. This is the night I could really ___41___ them. I had to play perfectly. I noticed that we were all seated according to our ___42___ to play. I was number fourteen and there were 1, 2, 3...twenty-two students here, which ___43___ I was about in the middle. Well, that wasn’t so bad. I couldn’t ___44___ to hear the last two performers. They were ___45___ to be the best.

I am next! I played the ___46___ of my pieces in my head. I was playing a sonatina and a contemporary piece. I knew them by ___47___, which helped. I can play them with my eyes closed. This should be ___48___, I thought, reassuring myself. It seemed as if I had gone through what seems to be permanent ___49___ this girl finished. Then it was my ___50___ ....

I stood up, walked toward the piano, and placed my fingertips on the ivory keys. By now, the keys were ___51___ from the fingers before mine. I waited a couple of seconds and ___52___ into the deep waters of my piece. With each note my confidence grew. By the end of my piece, I ___53___ myself in Symphony Hall with the crowd roaring! I was completely ___54___ myself in my second piece. When I was finished, I stood up from the bench, smiled confidently, and bowed. I felt ___55___! I was actually proud of myself. My first recital went well.

36. A. mentioned          B. forgot               C. remembered      D. neglected

37. A. strength                   B. doubt                C. confidence        D. courage

38. A. proudly             B. sadly                 C. wildly               D. bravely

39. A. enjoy                  B. appreciate          C. admire                     D. dislike

40. A. schedule             B. plan                  C. program            D. calendar

41. A. frighten             B. impress             C. please            D. strike

42. A. ages                 B. grades               C. order                D. ability

43. A. meant                 B reflected             C. explained           D. represented

44. A. stay                  B. wait                  C. delay                 D. expect

45. A. arranged           B. designed            C. supposed           D. guessed

46. A. record              B. comments         C. remarks            D. notes

47. A. heart                 B. head                 C. hand                 D. mind

48. A. natural                B. easy                  C. smooth             D. comfortable

49. A. when                B. after                  C. before               D. while

50. A. turn                  B. circle                C. command          D. control

51. A. cool                    B. cold                  C. hot                   D. warm

52. A. fell                            B. dove                 C. dropped            D. jumped

53. A. introduced         B. described           C. pictured            D. faced

54. A. involved            B. included            C. confused           D. puzzled

55. A. moved                B. excited              C. worried             D. surprised

As I entered the already crowded church, my stomach jumped. What if I ___36___ how to play my piece? What if I skipped a note? My parents gave me a look of ___37___ as I sat at my place. I kept looking over at my parents and they would smile back at me ___38___. Dad started to unpack the seen-too-often video camera. How I ___39___ that thing! He pulls it out constantly!  

This is my night, I thought to myself as Mrs. Depperman introduced the ___40___. This is the night I could really ___41___ them. I had to play perfectly. I noticed that we were all seated according to our ___42___ to play. I was number fourteen and there were 1, 2, 3...twenty-two students here, which ___43___ I was about in the middle. Well, that wasn’t so bad. I couldn’t ___44___ to hear the last two performers. They were ___45___ to be the best.  

I am next! I played the ___46___ of my pieces in my head. I was playing a sonatina and a contemporary piece. I knew them by ___47___, which helped. I can play them with my eyes closed. This should be ___48___, I thought, reassuring myself. It seemed as if I had gone through what seems to be permanent ___49___ this girl finished. Then it was my ___50___ ....  

I stood up, walked toward the piano, and placed my fingertips on the ivory keys. By now, the keys were ___51___ from the fingers before mine. I waited a couple of seconds and ___52___ into the deep waters of my piece. With each note my confidence grew. By the end of my piece, I ___53___ myself in Symphony Hall with the crowd roaring! I was completely ___54___ myself in my second piece. When I was finished, I stood up from the bench, smiled confidently, and bowed. I felt ___55___! I was actually proud of myself. My first recital went well.