1 . In 2001, Nathan Ogden raced down an Oregon ski slope, launching himself off a jump over 30 feet into the air. While he had done this many times, something was
Over the next few months, he remained
But he wanted to progress faster. He worked
When his wife couldn't wake him, he was
Sometimes Ogden felt
He continues to fight a daily battle against
A.pleasant | B.ordinary | C.different | D.realistic |
A.confirmed | B.anticipated | C.suggested | D.recognized |
A.delighted | B.frustrated | C.confident | D.confused |
A.lost | B.caused | C.produced | D.gained |
A.tirelessly | B.efficiently | C.effortlessly | D.painfully |
A.told | B.convinced | C.informed | D.reminded |
A.advance | B.trouble | C.fortune | D.question |
A.led | B.attached | C.accompanied | D.rushed |
A.casually | B.deliberately | C.accidentally | D.occasionally |
A.healed | B.broken | C.examined | D.shaken |
A.making up | B.bringing in | C.resulting in | D.building up |
A.trapped | B.deleted | C.interrupted | D.blamed |
A.active | B.positive | C.negative | D.passive |
A.discipline | B.competition | C.criticism | D.adversity |
A.liberation | B.recognition | C.reputation | D.progress |
2 . For Mother’s Day I asked for one thing: a house cleaning service. Bathrooms and floors specifically, windows if the extra expense was reasonable. The gift , for me, was not so much in the cleaning itself but the fact that for once I would not be in charge of the household office work. Iwould not have to make the calls, get multiple quotes, research and ve t each service, arrange payment and schedule the appointment. The real gift I wanted was to be relieved of the emotional labor of a single task that had been ringing at the back of my mind. The clean house would simply be a bonus.
My husband waited for me to change my mind to an “easier” gift than housecleaning, something he could one-click order on Amazon. The day before Mother’s Day, disappointed by my unwavering desire, he called a single service, decided they were too expensive, and vowed to clean the bathrooms himself. He still gave me the choice, of course. He told me the high dollar amount of completing the cleaning services I requested and asked if I still wanted him to book it.
What I wanted was for him to ask friends on Facebook for a recommendation, call four or five more services, do the emotional labor I would have done if the job had fallen to me. I knew exactly how exhausting it was going to be. That’s why I asked my husband to do it as a gift.
“In general, we classify gender emotions in our society by continuing to emphasize the false idea that women are always able to feel, express, and manage our emotions better than men,” says Dr. Lisa Huebner, a sociologist of gender. “This is not to say that some individuals do not manage emotion better than others as part of their own individual personality, but I would argue that we still have no firm evidence that this ability is biologically determined by sex. At the same time, we find all kinds of ways in society to ensure that girls and women are responsible for emotions and, then, men get a pass.”
1. What can we learn about the author’s husband from the first two paragraphs?A.He was in charge of arranging housework. | B.He didn’t know what the author really wanted. |
C.He would buy a gift to the author from Amazon. | D.He thought housecleaning service cost-effective. |
A.To complete her reservation service piled up. | B.To get a clean house without doing it herself. |
C.To ease the guilt over not doing her housework. | D.To get away from the emotional labor involved. |
A.Natural. | B.Secret. | C.Firm. | D.Humble. |
A.To show it unfair to leave the emotional labor to women. |
B.To show that some individuals can manage emotions better. |
C.To show that naturally women are responsible for emotions. |
D.To show that emotional ability is biologically determined by sex, |
It was an unpleasant, cold Sunday evening. The sun was on its way home and so was Sara. Sara was a health inspector, so she had to check people’s houses to see if they were living a health y life.
Sundays were the only days she got a holiday, so she had been out trying to relax and enjoy the day. She was almost home when a small old house caught her eye. Her curiosity didn’t allow her to pass by without checking it.
Hesitantly, she approached the house and knocked. She did not think anyone would be living in such an old, shabby cabin, but, to her surprise, an old couple answered the door. The house and the couple were quite similar, both old, ragged and very easily broken.
She greeted them and asked if she could come in. Their house was empty, just like their empty stomachs that growled (低吼) aloud. It was a heartbreaking scene to witness the condition they were in.
She gathered her courage and asked the reason behind their condition. The couple were a bit nervous at first, but eventually opened up about their life. The couple, named Razia and Shahid,were going through tough times. Shahid was not educated, so he couldn’t get a decent job and only worked as a laborer, but that also for a short time because he would often fall il l due to old age. Rizia would work as a maid at people’s homes when she was young, but when age caught up with her, she also could not work properly and fell sick.
They had no children, so there was no one to look after them in their old age. Some nights, they slept hungry, while on other nights, they received a meal from some kind people. They explained how hunger was like an unwanted companion, always present, making their stomachs growl.
Sara felt saddened by their tough situation and tried to comfort them. She thought about making some arrangements for their care.
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Suddenly her eyes li t up with, an idea.
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____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________One of my teachers once asked my class what our favorite memory was. Some described grand awards; others described winning a tournament. My answer, however, invited giggles and hesitant smiles. Why? Because I felt the best when I first learned how to ride my bike—at thirteen. I didn’t mind my classmates’ stares and laughter, because I knew there was more to the story.
My sister and I shared a typical sisterly relationship: we couldn’t stand each other. Or, to be honest, she couldn’t stand me. I hero-worshipped her. Her taste was the type of charm, her personality the definition of cool. My clothes mysteriously looked like hers, and even my words tended to copy those I heard from home. Many times, I even wanted to literally follow my sister, sobbing every time I was banned from attending movies with her. Needless to say, I was a trouble and an annoyance to her. Any sort of conversation we had usually ended up fighting, and try as I might, my sister had an extra six years worth of insulting vocabulary (which meant she usually won). After a while, I stopped trying to impress her and learned to be totally indifferent; perhaps the silent treatment would get more approval. I was wrong. We soon fell into a sad pattern—I avoided her, she ignored me, and deep inside, it hurt. So that’s how it was between us. Indifferent or unfriendly, she was only a sister in name. I truly believed that we would forever be apart, two housemates without conversation, two strangers without warmth. And nothing more.
I still remember the day I learned to ride a bike. I had received the bike that Christmas, which was great, until I realized I had no idea how to ride it. My mom had long since abandoned any attempt to teach me; I had proved to be a panicky, frustrating student. I took it upon myself to learn, a little bit each day, but to no avail; I couldn’t ride my bike, and on that fateful day, it was no different. I was coming to the end of my daily one-hour suffering, and I was so frustrated that I threw my bike aside and began to cry.
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I guess that was what caused my sister to come outside.
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_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________5 . As an artist, I am constantly struck by the profound impact that art can have on people’s lives. Recently, I have had an experience that
One day, as I was
As they explored my artwork, the mother began to tell me the little girl’s story. The child used to be an orphan who had experienced a lot of
Finally she came the next morning and quickly paid for the original and take it home with a huge smile.
As an artist, I drew inspiration from my own experiences, emotions, and observations, creating pieces that are very
A.denied | B.highlighted | C.decreased | D.transformed |
A.adjusting to | B.appealing to | C.setting up | D.wiping out |
A.mildly | B.barely | C.apparently | D.potentially |
A.represented | B.exposed | C.predicted | D.clarified |
A.comforting | B.bothering | C.releasing | D.casting |
A.vivid | B.cheerful | C.exceptional | D.abstract |
A.growth | B.hardships | C.changes | D.adventures |
A.organization | B.school | C.team | D.family |
A.copy | B.part | C.photograph | D.draft |
A.sleep | B.insist | C.depend | D.thunder |
A.dramatic | B.logical | C.personal | D.practical |
A.crafted | B.grasped | C.processed | D.interpreted |
A.spiritual | B.ideal | C.fundamental | D.conventional |
A.perception | B.interaction | C.application | D.interruption |
A.separate | B.devote | C.uplift | D.defend |
I loved the spelling bee (拼字比赛). I trained every day after school, the dictionary pages rippling softly in the breeze. But I had never thought my arch-enemy in the spelling bee could become my friend.
Opening my eyes on Friday morning, I felt the hairs on my arm stand up. I glanced at my alarm clock — it’s only 6:27. I usually woke up at 7:01, which meant I had an extra thirty-four minutes to study. I was the best spellers in my class. I wanted to win the bee at Meadowbrook Middle School and beat my arch-enemy, Nathan Fortescue.
Nathan just read many science and math books. Really, he wasn’t a speller at heart — he’s a mathematician. Nathan and I had nothing in common except being good spellers, but since he’s a good speller without even trying, it didn’t count.
I walked into the kitchen, finding Dad cooking breakfast. He served me some porridge. I thanked him and told him the spelling test and my anxiety. My father gave me a quiz. Those words “dexterous, sesquipedalian, truncate” didn’t trouble me at all. Finally came the word “judgment”. “Easy, J-U-D-G-E-M-E-N-T.” I answered quickly, without any thought.
Dad shook his head. Not believing in him, I headed for my room, referred to the dictionary and marched back with a frown. Before parting, he told me that I should thank him, because I would probably get the word in the test.
As soon as I shut the classroom door behind me, I heard a voice from the back of the room. “You are looking pale now, and I’m afraid that you may miss the spelling bee.” Nathan smiled as he closed a giant book with dancing numbers on the cover.
“I bet a literature word will make you out on the first round.” I replied.
As Ms. Hawking walked into the room, she explained the rules—one missed, and you were out—and the spelling test began. After four rounds, only Nathan and I were left. “Olivia, your word is ‘algorithm.’” said Ms. Hawking. I hadn’t heard that word before, but I spelt it A-L-G-O-R-H-Y-H-M.
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Ms. Hawking frowned and said that’s incorrect.
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____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________7 . The Maranhão region of northern Brazil is my ancestral home. For centuries, we have
But today, our environment is being destroyed for capitalist (资本家的)
When we see an illegal camp or
Our resistance is
A.consumed | B.anticipated | C.explored | D.preserved |
A.traditions | B.obstructions | C.possessions | D.antiques |
A.starts out | B.provides for | C.relies on | D.submits to |
A.charity | B.mercy | C.greed | D.temper |
A.logging | B.advertising | C.proceeding | D.bleeding |
A.slicing | B.closing | C.highlighting | D.reserving |
A.swallow | B.develop | C.enroll | D.protect |
A.association | B.spectacular | C.resistance | D.urgency |
A.grab | B.identify | C.visualize | D.launch |
A.priority | B.fellow | C.accent | D.advantage |
A.act | B.arise | C.chew | D.ease |
A.justify | B.toast | C.surround | D.repair |
A.hiking | B.packing | C.boating | D.sightseeing |
A.working | B.swelling | C.freezing | D.withdrawing |
A.investment | B.advertisement | C.motion | D.struggle |
8 . An extreme sport like BMX (Bicycle Motocross) may not be the first thing that comes to mind to help overcome a mental health condition. However, that is
As a child, Ducarroz spent every
The tale began when a BMX video on YouTube inspired her to try the extreme sport. She saved up for a bike. Then she began practicing
“The bike made me get out of the house, go to the skate park, and
The 26-year-old is now one of the world’s best female BMX freestylers. Ducarroz now has her
Though she still suffers occasional
“MindTricks started because of my own
A.precisely | B.automatically | C.roughly | D.temporarily |
A.expectant | B.boring | C.spare | D.urgent |
A.slight | B.mild | C.occasional | D.severe |
A.end | B.fulfill | C.measure | D.resist |
A.put up | B.account for | C.take over | D.settle down |
A.concepts | B.tricks | C.facilities | D.models |
A.confidence | B.muscle | C.patience | D.fortune |
A.likely | B.hesitant | C.ready | D.effortless |
A.slowly | B.abruptly | C.swiftly | D.eventually |
A.blocked | B.pushed | C.left | D.hooked |
A.luck | B.sight | C.standard | D.training |
A.panic | B.heart | C.delight | D.annoyance |
A.carefully | B.privately | C.safely | D.humbly |
A.appearance | B.medals | C.posts | D.choices |
A.astonished | B.encouraged | C.honored | D.reserved |
9 . Six-year-old Ryan Coutinho wasn’t used to smiling. He felt
The boy lives in a
Ryan’s story could have
Ms. Mattos agreed to do it for free. The mother happily
A.upset | B.happy | C.thankful | D.confident |
A.sympathetic | B.hateful | C.grateful | D.sensitive |
A.rich | B.poor | C.happy | D.big |
A.all the time | B.from time to time | C.always | D.hardly |
A.treat | B.meet | C.save | D.research |
A.showed off | B.agreed to | C.turned down | D.hesitated about |
A.operation | B.performance | C.service | D.activity |
A.visit | B.game | C.strategy | D.experience |
A.started | B.ended | C.changed | D.spread |
A.school | B.clinic | C.bank | D.factory |
A.examination | B.decoration | C.improvement | D.discussion |
A.ignored | B.abandoned | C.considered | D.accepted |
A.unnecessary | B.efficient | C.worth | D.random |
A.sees | B.loses | C.shares | D.regains |
A.fairness | B.honesty | C.generosity | D.bravery |
16-year-old Tim looked up to his father Roger, who worked as a firefighter. While the teenager always talked about his dream of joining the fire department, the man didn’t believe the boy was cut out to be a firefighter because Tim left the usual stereotype of a bookworm: a straight-A student who wore large glasses, and was physically weak.
It was a typical school day. Tim’s math teacher announced their weekly test results, and the boy was delighted to learn that he had scored the highest mark. His friend Harry, however, was upset because he got a bad grade.
Seeing him sit in a corner with his head resting on the table, he approached him and said, “Hey, Harry, I know you got a bad grade, but I can teach you these topics. You’ll grasp it in no time, I’m sure. And you can improve your grade next week. What do you say?” “That’s so sweet of you, Tim! Let’s meet at my house after school today,” Harry said with a smile. “Sure!” Tim replied.
Harry lived on the outskirts of town. It took Tim, who passed his driving test recently, half an hour to drive there. Once his car neared Harry’s estate, he was shocked to see a blazing fire. Upon driving closer, he realized his house was on fire. Frightened, he quickly picked up his phone and called 911.
Then, Tim took off his shirt, grabbed a bottle of water from his car, and poured it on the shirt. He wrapped the wet shirt around his face, as he had seen in movies, and entered the house. He started climbing towards the hallway window of Harry’s bedroom.
Tim found a baseball bat in the hall. It took him five whole minutes to swing it hard enough to break the window. Once the glass was broken, he rushed towards Harry’s room. He couldn’t see much because of the thick black smoke floating in the air, but he managed to locate him. He was lying unconscious (昏迷的) on his bed after breathing in the smoke.
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He knew he had to act fast before it was too late.
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Roger received an unexpected call from the hospital telling him of Tim’s heroic act.
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