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　　School was over and I was mentally and physically tired．I sat at the very front of the bus because of my 　　1　　 to get home．Sitting at the front makes you 　　2　　 out like a shiny coin in a pile of dull pennies．

　　Janie, the driver, tried to break the 　　3　　 atmosphere by striking the match of 　　4　　．I tried to mind my manners and 　　5　　 listen, but usually I was too busy thinking about my day．On this day, 　　6　　, her conversation was worth listening to．

　　“My father's sick”, she said to no one in 　　7　　．I could see the anxiety and fear in her eyes．With a sudden change of attitude and interest, I asked,“What's wrong with him?”

　　With her eyes wet and her voice tight from 　　8　　 the tears, she responded,“Heart trouble…”Her eyes lowered as she 　　9　　．“I've already lost my mum, so I don't think I can stand losing him．”

　　I couldn't respond．I was 　　10　　．My heart ached for her．I sat on the old, smelly seat thinking of the great 　　11　　 my own mother was thrown into when my father died．I saw how hard it was, 　　12　　 still is, for her, I wouldn't like anyone to go 　　13　　 that．

　　Suddenly I realized Janie wasn't only a bus driver．That was 　　14　　 her job．She had a whole world of family and concerns too．I had never thought of her as 　　15　　 but a driver．

　　I suddenly felt very 　　16　　．I realized I had only thought of people as 　　17　　 as what their purposes were in my life．I paid no attention to Janie because she was a bus driver．I had judged her by her job and brushed her off as 　　18　　．

　　For all I know, I'm just another person in 　　19　　 else's world, and may not even be important．I 　　20　　 not have been so selfish and self-centered．Everyone has places to go, people to see and appointments to keep．Understanding people is an art．

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　　It was a market day, so people and traffic had been pouring into the town since early morning．　　1　　 it was an old town, even the main street was very 　　2　　 and soon became overcrowded．There was not enough 　　3　　 for all the people on the sidewalk at the roadside, 　　4　　 they overflowed into the road, 　　5　　 danger to their lives from 　　6　　 cars and buses, the drivers of 　　7　　 were constantly blowing their horns(喇叭)to 　　8　　 people to get out of their 　　9　　．

　　Yet it was a(n)　　10　　 scene．Peasants walked along the street, their heads piled high with baskets or beautifully woven blankets which they hoped to 　　11　　 to the townsfolk．Men with carts 　　12　　 their way along, shouting their goods at the top of their 　　13　　．They were selling apples, oranges and grapes－the 　　14　　 of their fields．　　15　　 it all, women in bright summer clothes made their way, laughing and talking, 　　16　　 children rushed in and out of the crowds screaming with laughter when they didn’t ask for something they could not have, or crying with 　　17　　 because they were lost．

　　The noise went on all day．People did not even stop for a meal, but preferred to buy bits of meat cooked over a fire or bread or ice-cream from the street sellers．The 　　18　　 from this and from all the activities of the day began to collect in the street．And finally, when night at last came, the street 　　19　　 and only the rubbish 　　20　　 sadly blowing in the cooling night wind．