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Dear Editor,
I have just returned home after studying for a year in Germany. But it seems that my parents don’t understand me now. They expect me to be the same person I was before I went abroad, but I’m not! Why can’t they let me be myself?
Jimmy
Hi, Jimmy,
As far as I know, people who have lived abroad often find that the adjustment （调整） to returning home is more difficult than their adjustment to living in a foreign culture. Why? We expect to have some problems when we go to a new place, speak a different language and learn the rules of a different culture ... But home? ... we know that place!
Your parents expect that the same person who boarded the airplane one year ago will be returning. Especially if they have never been abroad themselves, your parents probably won’t understand the changes that living abroad can cause in a person. On the other hand, you may have maintained (保持) an ideal mental image of your loved ones while abroad, an image that is broken into pieces when you return.
Remember you have been living a different lifestyle in your host country, and you have probably become very independent while staying there alone. Now that you’re home, you will be expected to conform （顺应） again to the lifestyle of your family. As a result, you may be upset about your parents’ involvement in your life.
Communication is the key to overcoming this problem. Tell your parents how you are feeling. Share with them information about cultural re-entry（重归）, and ask them to be patient. This does not mean that you have to forget your experience and give up everything you’ve learned! Learn to find a balance between the old and new, just as you did when first adjusting to your host country’s culture.
【小题1】What is Jimmy’s main purpose in writing the letter?
| A．To criticize his parents. |
| B．To ask for advice about his studies. |
| C．To complain about his parents. |
| D．To ask for help. |
| A．It’s unusual. | B．It’s normal. | C．It’s serious. | D．It’s interesting. |
| A．have changed in the past year |
| B．have unrealistic expectations of each other |
| C．need to behave like they did before |
| D．need to find a balance between the good and bad |
| A．patience and trust |
| B．patience and politeness |
| C．better communication between family members |
| D．a deeper understanding of the host country’s culture |
It was only 5 o’clock in the morning. The house was quiet and Tim' s mother was still asleep. Only the sound of the big freezer broke the quiet. He’d dreamt of the cave last night. The purring (轻微颤动声) of the freezer had been the sea.
Tim pulled on a sweater and put some apples into his schoolbag. It was too early for breakfast. He' d eat after he' d been through the cave, sitting on the rocks and staring at the sea.
He wished he had a proper pack. His schoolbag would have to do. What else? Sandwiches-but his mother might wake up if he started pulling out bread for sandwiches, she’d want to know why he had to leave so early. He settled for some biscuits, and left a note stuck to the table:
Gone to Michael’s. Back tonight, Tim.
The sky was high and soft and light outside, though the sun still wasn't up. Even the highway up the hill was quiet as he made his way down the street. The wind from the sea was fresh and sweet.
The sand hills still breathed heat from yesterday’s sun, though the top of the sand was cool. He ran down to the beach impatiently, but there was no one, just dry sand dancing in the early wind and seabirds marching up and down watching the waves.
The light changed suddenly. The first rays of sunlight stretched (延伸) across the sea. The sun was pushing its way over the edge of the world.
Over the first rocks, along to the point, Tim glanced back. The beach was still empty. The sun sailed higher in the sky.
He could see the cave now, even darker in the morning light. The sand turned silver then dark gold as the water flowed away from it. He had to force himself to go closer. Why was it so much more mysterious (神秘的) now? But it would be silly to go back now after so much trouble. He needn't go in all the way...
【小题1】What did Tim do at the beginning of the story?
| A．He put a sweater in his schoolbag. | B．He left the house quietly. |
| C．He had breakfast at home. | D．He left a note on the freezer. |
| A．had to take biscuits instead of sandwiches |
| B．liked biscuits better than sandwiches |
| C．had to leave the biscuits on the table |
| D．could only find some biscuits in the kitchen |
| A．The height of the first rocks. | B．The ups and downs of the waves. |
| C．The vast stretch of the sunlit beach. | D．The change in the position of the sun. |
| A．loneliness to craziness | B．anxiousness to excitement |
| C．eagerness to nervousness | D．helplessness to happiness |
Blogs allow readers to post comments. There were millions of blogs out there, so I 36 expected anyone to read mine, 37 respond. But almost immediately they did. Twelve messages were 38 after my first entry. I went to the library five times that day—each time there were more.
The next morning I couldn’t wait to get up and hurry to the library. 39 I told my story. It gave structure and a purpose to my day.
For so long I’d been unable to 40 in the real world, afraid of rejection or pity or scorn(轻蔑). 41 here it was safe. This 42 with people on the other side of the screen, many on the other side of the world, was 43 me back to life again.
One particularly cold Tuesday I opened my 44 to see, among emails from bloggers 45 how I was surviving the snow, one saying: “New York Times Journalist Trying to Contact You.” Ian Urbina had discovered my blog 46 when researching an article on people living in their 47 in the U.S. exchanged emails and later he called me up. I hadn’t spoken to 48 for months but, as rain streamed down the glass 49 , the words came. I had been living in the car for almost nine months.
The article 50 on the front page. I didn’t know until I opened my computer. There were emails from people around the world. For almost a year on one had known I 51 existed but now here were hundreds wishing me well. They said they were 52 for me.
Now every time I pressed “Check Mail”, there were more messages. I watched the numbers of the visitors counter on my blog 53 by the hundreds. These were people at their computers all over the world. I felt as of I was viewing a miracle unfold(展开).
Over the next week, in libraries and in the car 54 under lamp posts at night, I wrote my papers. I had notepaper spread 55 the dashboard(仪表盘). And every morning in the quiet of the lane, I wrote for my life.
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