My dad was one who never knew a stranger. He was a farmer in the Midwest and he spent his winters selling insurance and daily necessities. Daddy could really talk with anyone and his favorite thing was to find out their incomes. Once we were at Chicago's O'Hare Airport — this was when you could still be escorted to your boarding gate. Daddy was sitting with me as I waited for my flight to Fort Lauderdale. A Russian guy sat down next to daddy. The gentleman could not speak a word of English but this did not stop my dad. He found out his business, how many children he had and, of course, how much he made.
I used to feel embarrassed by this. Last year, I was home visiting with my husband and my twins. When I was in the car with my mom, she told me a story about how she was in the doctor's office with daddy and how he was talking to the others in the waiting room as usual. She said he started talking to a young man in a wheel chair who couldn't talk, couldn't move his arms or head, and really couldn't do anything. But daddy was asking questions getting the young man to smile in response. And he carried on like that with the disabled man till he was called back to the doctor's office.
When the young man and his father got up to see the doctor, the father of the young man came and shook my dad's hand and said, “Thank you for speaking to my son. Most people just turn away when they see him.”
My father ended up dying later that month because of a sudden heart attack. Fortunately all 9 of his children had been home that summer to visit. I told this story about his love of talking at the funeral.
1. Why did the author say her father never knew a stranger?A.Her father was well known as a salesman. |
B.Her father treated everyone as his good friend. |
C.Her father was good at communicating with others. |
D.Her father only lived in his familiar surroundings. |
A.Accompanied. | B.Forbidden. | C.Guided. | D.Forced. |
A.Her father was praised by many neighbors. | B.Her mother asked her to be a nice daughter. |
C.Her father brought happiness to a disabled man. | D.Her father has been seriously ill for a long time. |
A.To look back upon her father. | B.To call on people to cherish family. |
C.To stress the importance of talking. | D.To introduce ways to make friends. |
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Getting along well with parents is a big problem for most teenagers. Teenagers are gradually getting more mature---or at least they think they are. So they can’t wait to get themselves free from their so—called bondage. Their parents are in their 40s and they are annoyed by their aging.
First and foremost,
What’s more,
In addition, don’t forget to communicate with your parents.
Last but not the least,
If parents and teenagers work a little more we can all get something back.
A.we need to switch places with our parents. |
B.As we get older, we begin to realize that our parents are not as perfect as we thought. |
C.That’s why people say families at this time are a confrontation between adolescence and the climacteric. |
D.we must respect our parents from the bottom of our heart. |
E.Gradual disappointment with patents is , in some degree, inevitable. |
F.If we refuse to communicate with them, parents will fell so frustrated that they will do anything they can to know us. |
G.it’s important to be grateful to our parents. |
As a writer, I know about winning contests – and about losing them. I know what it is like to work hard on a story only to receive a rejection letter from the publisher. I also know the pressure of trying to live up to a reputation created by previous victories. What if she doesn’t win the contest again? That’s the strange thing about being a parent. So many of our own past scars and destroyed hopes can resurface in our children.
A revelation (启示) came last week when I asked her, “Don’t you want to win again?” “No,” she replied, “I just want to tell the story of an angel going to first grade.”
I had just spent weeks correcting her stories as she spontaneously (自发地) told them. Telling myself that I was merely an experienced writer guiding the young writer across the hall, I offered suggestions for characters, conflicts and endings for her tales. The story about a fearful angel starting first grade was quickly “guided” by me into the tale of a little girl with a wild imagination taking her first music lesson. I had turned her contest into my contest without even realizing it.
Staying back and giving kids space to grow is not as easy as it looks. Because I know very little about farm animals who use tools or angels who go to first grade, I had to accept the fact that I was co-opting my daughter’s experience.
While stepping back was difficult for me, it was certainly a good first step that I will quickly follow with more steps, putting myself far enough away to give her room but close enough to help if asked. All the while I will be reminding myself that children need room to experiment, grow and find their own voices.
1. What do we learn from the first paragraph?
A.A lot of amusements compete for children’s time nowadays. |
B.Children have lots of fun doing mindless activities. |
C.Rebecca is much too busy to enjoy her leisure time. |
D.Rebecca draws on a lot of online materials for her writing. |
A.She was constantly under pressure to write more. |
B.Most of her stories had been rejected by publishers. |
C.She did not quite live up to her reputation as a writer. |
D.Her road to success was full of pain and frustrations. |
A.She believed she possessed real talent for writing. |
B.She was sure of winning with her mother’s help. |
C.She wanted to share her stories with readers. |
D.She had won a prize in the previous contest. |
A.trying not to let her daughter enjoy her own life |
B.trying to get her daughter to do the thing as the author wished |
C.making sure that her daughter would win the contest |
D.helping her daughter develop real skills for writing |
【推荐3】These days,North Kickapoo Street in Shawnee,Oklahoma,is a four-lane road leading out to the highway,and lined with all kinds of places to eat and shop. But in the mid-1950s, it was just a gravel(砂砾) country road, the perfect place for our daddies to teach us how to drive.
We didn’t have driver’s education at Shawnee High Schoo1. We were on our own. Mom took me to pick up an instruction handbook. I was the oldest of my friends, so we were excited at the prospect of a whole new world opening up. We’d have freedom to get around. Best of all, we could go to the Starlite Drive—In theater on 50-cents-a-carload night. We’d have it made.
Mom let me back our 1949 Ford out of the garage a few times to get used to the clutch (离合器) and gearshift (变速排挡杆). I got familiar with the motion but was hardly ready for my road test.
Finally, the day came for Daddy to give me a real lesson. He drove out to the end of the paved section of Kickapoo Street and across to where the gravel started. My daddy had come from a family of 10, and they had been farmers in a poor area in Oklahoma. There was only one way to do things, and that was the right way.
Praises were rare, so when he expressed his approval it was special. I didn’t want to experience his glare if I ground the clutch or the car shook as I tried to get it going.
I took a deep breath, slowly let out the clutch, pushed the stick into second gear, eased down the road, and then carefully moved into third gear. He had me stop and repeat the procedure two or three more times until I came to the end of the section. I was feeling pretty good as I came to a stop and looked to Daddy for approval.
He glared at me and then barked,“You’ve been driving, haven’t you?”
He must have thought I’d been practicing in somebody else’ s car. I quickly explained that my training was all done on the Ford.
That was 60 years ago. I can still see the nod he gave me when he said,“Well, you did a good job. ”
1. How did the author learn to drive at the beginning?A.He was taught by his mother. |
B.He was taught at Shawnee High Schoo1. |
C.He learned to drive with the help of his father. |
D.He taught himself by an instruction handbook. |
A.avoid making him angry | B.pass the road test |
C.show his driving skill | D.stop the car being damaged |
A.He thought he had been cheated. |
B.Something was wrong with the car. |
C.He was disappointed at his son’s driving skill. |
D.The son didn’t operate properly while driving. |
A.untalkative. | B.bad-tempered. |
C.Strict. | D.Helpful. |
At the age of 12, Jeremy was only in second grade, seemingly unable to learn. His teacher, Doris Miller, often became angry with him. He would often disturb the class by squirming(扭动) in his seat, drooling(流口水) and making grunting(呼噜声)noises. Doris had 18 other youngsters to teach and she didn’t want to waste time on Jeremy.
Spring came, and the children talked excitedly about the coming of Easter. Doris told them of the story of Jesus, and stressed the idea of new life springing forth, she gave each of them a large plastic egg. "Now," she said to them, "I want you to take this home and bring it back tomorrow with something inside that shows new life. Do you understand?" "Yes, Miss Miller!" All the children responded except Jeremy. He just listened, his eyes never left her face. He did not even make his usual noises.
The next morning, the children came to school and placed their eggs in a large basket on Doris' desk. After they completed their Math lesson, it was time to open the eggs.
In the first egg, Doris found a flower. "Oh yes, a flower is certainly a sign of new life," she said. The next egg had a plastic beautiful butterfly in it. Then Doris opened the fourth egg. It was empty! Surely it must be Jeremy's she thought, and he did not understand the instructions.
She put that egg down so she wouldn’t embarrass him. Suddenly Jeremy spoke up and said "Aren't you going to talk about my egg?" Doris replied, "But Jeremy - your egg is empty!" He looked into her eyes and said softly, "Yes, but Jesus' tomb was empty too!"
Doris asked him, "Do you know why the tomb was empty?" "Oh yes!" Jeremy exclaimed. "Jesus was killed and put there. Then His Father raised Him up!"
After class the children excitedly ran out, but Doris cried. The cold inside her melted completely away.
Three months later, Jeremy died. Those who paid their respects at the funeral were surprised to see 19 eggs on top of Jeremy’s casket, all of them empty.
1. What can we learn from the first paragraph?
A.Jeremy’s parents sent him to school. |
B.Jeremy was badly ill. |
C.Jeremy liked to go to school. |
D.Jeremy lived a normal life. |
A.was absent-minded in class |
B.slept in class as usual |
C.made noises uncontrollably |
D.listened to the teacher attentively |
A.In one of the eggs is a flower. |
B.Jeremy didn’t understand his teacher’s instructions. |
C.In one of the eggs is a butterfly. |
D.There was nothing in Jeremy’s egg. |
A.Disabled Jeremy |
B.A special class |
C.Doris and her students |
D.Jeremy’s empty egg |
【推荐2】Shortly after the war,my brother and I were invited to spend a few days with an uncle who had just returned from abroad. He had rented a cottage in the country,although he rarely spent much time there. We understood the reason for this after our arrival: the cottage had no comfortable furniture(家具)in it;many of the windows were broken and the roof leaked(渗漏),making the whole house terrible.
On our first evening,we sat around the fire after supper listening to the stories which our uncle had to tell of his many adventures in distant countries. I was so tired after the long train journey that I would have preferred to go to bed;but I could not stand missing any of my uncle's exciting stories.
He was just in the middle of describing a rather terrifying experience he had once had when there was a loud crash from the bedroom above,the one where my brother and I were going to sleep.
"It sounds as if the roof has fallen in!"cried out my uncle,with a loud laugh.
When we got to the top of the stairs and opened the bedroom door,we could see nothing at first because of the thick clouds of dust which filled the room. When the dust began to clear,a strange sight met our eyes. A large part of the ceiling had fallen down,falling right onto the pillow(枕头)on my bed.
I was glad that I had stayed up late to listen to my uncle's stories,otherwise I should certainly have been seriously injured,perhaps killed.
That night we all slept on the floor in the sitting room downstairs,not wishing to risk our lives by sleeping under a roof which might at any moment fall down on our heads. We left for London the very next morning and my uncle gave up his cottage in the country. This was not the kind of adventure he cared for either!
1. Why did the uncle seldom spend much time in the country cottage?A.Because the roof of the cottage had fallen. |
B.Because the cottage was in bad condition. |
C.Because he was used to living abroad. |
D.Because the rooms were too small to live in. |
A.it was completely dark inside |
B.there was too much dust in the air |
C.something strange stopped them |
D.it was a mess inside |
A.he did not miss the exciting stories |
B.he spent more time with his uncle |
C.he had a lucky escape |
D.he saw a strange sight |
A.Adventurous and good at storytelling. |
B.Humorous and good at making jokes. |
C.Dependable and generous with money. |
D.Thoughtful and sensitive to danger. |
【推荐3】At the table sat my new mentees(学员): six eager undergraduates who signed to work on a project 1 designed. "Starting today. I get to learn what it's like to be an adviser." I thought to myself excitedly. But a few minutes later, the students broke the news: They didn't have any training related to the project. I couldn't help sighing. How would this ever work?
My inspiration to engage undergraduates in my research came after two years of working as a teaching assistant. Many of my undergraduate students had voiced the same frustrations I once had: They were expected to absorb facts and use them in exams, without any real critical thinking or chance to apply what they had learned. I believe I could fill that gap by creating a project related to my own work and employing undergraduates as the researchers.
My Ph.D. adviser was supportive, knowing it would be a good experience for undergraduates. My department purchased the fish we would study, and a government research lab offered space. Everything was in place—except for the students' training. I was worried. But backing out was not an option.
I reminded myself how green I had been on my first day in the lab. After 3 hours there, I had to throw everything out and start over the experiment, because I mistook the concentrations of chemicals. But my mentor said nothing and he let me learn from the scene.
His example inspired me. On the first day in my lab. I walked new mentees through the facilities. However, I noticed that some forgot my instructions. My instinct(本能)was to jump in and save the day. But I resisted the urge to intervene(介入)and watched proudly as the students identified the mistakes and learned from them.
Six months later, in a reflection meeting, the students thanked me for letting them find their own way to grow as scientists.
1. Why did the author sigh after meeting her new mentees?A.The author had no experience of becoming an adviser. |
B.The mentees' absence from the training. |
C.The mentees' having no background knowledge about the project. |
D.The mentees showed no interest in the project. |
A.To train them to be her teaching assistants. |
B.To help them achieve better performances in exams. |
C.To fill the gap between advisers and mentees. |
D.To offer them a chance to combine theory with practice. |
A.Nobody supported her project. | B.The author decided to drop out. |
C.The project proved to be not a good option. | D.Despite a little difficulty,the author didn't give up. |
A.Giving students a hand when training them. | B.Sometimes letting go can help students move on. |
C.Walking students through each experiment. | D.Stepping in to help students get out of trouble in time. |