1 . On a trip to California, my family stopped for lunch. As we walked toward the entrance to the restaurant, a man, with a messy beard and dirty hair, jumped up from a bench and opened the door for us. Regardless of his _________, he greeted us in a _________ way.

Once inside, my daughters whispered, “Mom, he smells.” After we ordered our lunch, I explained, telling the kids to look _________ the dirt. We then watched other customers approach the restaurant but many ignored him. Seeing this rudeness truly upset me. The day I became a mother, I had decided to set a good example for my children. Yet sometimes when things didn’t go right, being a good example was _________. When our meal arrived, it suddenly _________ to me that I had left the car-sick pills in the truck. With the windiest trip ahead, the kids needed them, so I excused myself from the meal and went to get them.

Just then, the “doorman” was opening the door for a couple. They rushed past him without even acknowledging his _________. Letting them in first, I said a loud “thank you” to him as I went out.

When I returned, we talked a bit. He said he was not allowed inside _________ he purchased food. I went back and told my family his story. Then I asked our waitress to add one soup and sandwich. The kids looked _________ as we had already eaten, but when I said the order was for the “doorman” they smiled. When it was time to _________ our trip, I noticed the “doorman” enjoying his meal. Upon seeing me, he stood up and thanked me heartily. He then extended his hand for a handshake and I gratefully accepted. I suddenly noticed the tears in his eyes—tears of __________. What happened next drew great astonishment: I gave the “doorman” a hug. He pulled away, with tears breaking down his face.

Back in truck, I fell into deep thought. While we can’t choose many things in life, we can choose when to show gratitude. I said thanks to a man who had simply held open a door for me, and also said thanks for that chance to teach my children by example.

1.

A．service

B．appearance

C．impression

D．attitude

2.

A．rude

B．active

C．cheerful

D．shy

3.

A．beyond

B．over

C．around

D．into

4.

A．stressful

B．easy

C．impressive

D．tough

5.

A．occurred

B．happened

C．reminded

D．informed

6.

A．appearance

B．presence

C．effect

D．absence

7.

A．when

B．unless

C．as long as

D．until

8.

A．anxious

B．shocked

C．puzzled

D．bored

9.

A．make

B．start

C．stop

D．continue

10.

A．hostility

B．affection

C．hesitation

D．gratitude

2 . I was blind, but I was ashamed of it if it was known. I refused to use a white stick and hated asking for help. After all, I was a teenager girl, and I couldn’t bear people to look at me and think I was not like them. I must have been a terrible danger on the roads. Coming across me wandering through the traffic, motorists probably would have to step rapidly on their brakes. Apart from that, there were all sorts of disasters that used to occur on the way to and from work.

One evening, I got off the bus about halfway home where I had to change buses, and as usual I ran into something, “I’m awfully sorry,” I said and stepped forward only to run into it again. When it happened a third time, I realized I had been apologizing to a lamppost. This was just one of the stupid things that constantly happened to me. So I carried on and found the bus stop, which was a request stop, where the bus wouldn’t stop unless passengers wanted to get on or off. No one else was there and I had to try to guess if the bus had arrived.

Generally in this situation, because I hated showing I was blind by asking for help, I tried to guess at the sound. Sometimes I would stop a big lorry and stand there feeling stupid as it drew away. In the end, I usually managed to swallow my pride and ask someone at the stop for help.

But on this particular evening no one joined me at the stop. It seemed that everyone had suddenly decided not to travel by bus. Of course I heard plenty of buses pass or I thought I did. But because l had given up stopping them for fear of making a fool of myself, I let them all go by, I stood there alone for half an hour without stopping one. Then I gave up. I decided to walk on to the next stop.

1. The girl refused to ask for help because she thought          .

A．she might be recognized	B．asking for help looked silly
C．she was normal and independent	D．being found blind was embarrassing

2. After the girl got off the bus that evening, she          .

A．began to run	B．hit a person as usual
C．hit a lamppost by accident	D．was caught by something

3. What was the problem with guessing at the sound to stop a bus?

A．The bus stop was usually crowded with too many people.

B．More lorries than buses responded to the girl.

C．It took too much time for the girl to catch the bus.

D．It was not always reliable to make a good judgement.

4. According to the passage, we learn that the girl was           .

A．confident

B．proud

C．shy

D．brave

4 . Directions: Read the following passage. Fill in each blank with a proper sentence given in the box. Each sentence can be used only once. Note that there are two more sentences than you need.

In 1974, I     graduated     from     Skyline     High     School     in     Oakland,     California, an underachieving   student   with   poor SAT   scores. I couldn't afford tuition for college anyway.

    1    

For thousands of commuting students like me,   Chabot   was   our   Harvard,   offering   courses in physics, stenography,   automechanics,   certified   public   accounting,   foreign   languages, journalism and so on. Classmates included veterans ( 老 兵 )back from Vietnam, married women returning to school, middle-aged men wanting to improve their employment prospects and paychecks. We could get our general education requirements out of the way at Chabot — credits we could transfer to a university — which made those two years an invaluable head start.

Classes I took at Chabot have rippled (起涟漪)through my professional pond. I produced the HBO mini-series John Adams with an outline format I learned from a pipe-smoking historian, James Coovelis, whose lectures were interesting. Mary Lou Fitzgerald’s   “Studies   in Shakespeare” taught me how the five-act structures of Richard III, The Tempest, and Othello focused their themes.

In Herb Kennedy’s “Drama in Performance”， I read plays like The Hot L Baltimore and Desire Under the Elms, then saw their productions. I got to see the plays he taught, through student rush tickets at the American Conservatory Theater in San Francisco and the Berkeley Repertory Theatre.    2    I got an A.       Some hours I stayed in the huge library,       where I        first read the New York Times, frustrated by its lack of comics.

If Chabot’s library still has its collection of vinyl records (黑胶唱片), you will find my name repeatedly on the takeout slip of Jason Robards’s performance of the monologue of Eugene O’Neill.    3    

Chabot College is still in Hayward, though Mr. Coovelis, Ms.   Fitzgerald   and   Mr.   Kennedy are no longer there. I drove past the campus a few years ago with one of my kids and summed up my two years there this way: “    4    ”

A．I listened to it 20 times at least.

B．That place made me what I am today.

C．Community colleges have improved a lot these years.

D．Those plays filled my head with expanded dreams.

E．Of course, I enjoyed the pleasure of eating French fries between classes.

F．So I sent my test results to Chabot, a community college in nearby Hayward, California, which accepted everyone and was free.