energetic；patient；be strict with...in..；organized；as a result；understand；make sure；
be interested in；tell jokes；avoid；fall asleep；make progress；appreciate；respect.
注意：1.词数80左右；
2.适当增加细节，以使行文连贯。
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| Your favourite teacher | |
| Appearance | long/short hair… |
| Character | patient, gentle |
| Reasons | be strict with, teach in a creative way, make classes lively… |
1. 词数100词左右，开头结尾已给出，不计入总词数;
2. 可适当增加细节，使行文连贯。
Dear Chris,
I’m so glad to receive your email asking about my favourite teacher.
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Who is your favourite teacher?
Looking forward to your reply.
Yours,
Li Jin
No sooner had I finished the midterm exam than I knew I failed in maths again. Mrs. Steward, my maths teacher, asked me to stay after school to talk about my maths study. I was among those students who worked hard and achieved academic success at school — apart from maths. Though I did well in many other subjects, I wouldn’t be on the honor roll (光荣榜) that term if I couldn’t make significant progress in maths. And, the honor roll would be announced in just several weeks. I was frustrated.
Having spotted my depression, Mrs. Steward said, “There will be another important maths test before the honor roll is fixed. Cheer up! I could spare some time after school to help you. You can make it.” “No, thanks,” I declined, adding that I just wanted to go home and never think about maths again. “I am just naturally a poor maths learner.” I almost cried.
Mrs. Steward didn’t give up. She looked me in the eye and said, “You are good at learning. I believe you can change it if we work together.” For a moment, I kept silent, wondering if she might be right. “What time does your bus come?” she asked. “In half an hour,” I replied. She asked if I would like to use the time to deal with the math problems I met in the exam. Encouraged by her, I began to look at my midterm maths paper.
We settled the difficulties in the paper and made a plan to meet every other day after school for the following three weeks. She went over each problem, carefully explaining the solutions. Sometimes I had difficulty understanding her explanation, and she would come up with a different approach to getting across the answer. Soon, the day to take the test came.
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2、请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
Mrs. Steward walked around in the classroom, handing out the test papers.
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________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Yesterday as I flipped through the stack of mostly junk mail that I had fetched from the mailbox, an advertisement for a magazine caught my attention. The cover featured a color photograph of a ball of yarn (纱线) with knitting (编织) needles artistically inserted through the middle. Memories of Mrs. Hudson, my sixth-grade teacher, came to mind. She was tall, with a kind face, and wore little makeup.
Mrs. Hudson taught language arts when I was in sixth grade. Mrs. Hudson also taught knitting lessons in her home to select sixth-grade students every other Saturday from fall through winter. I was a shy girl back then, considered by others as weird.
It took the most pitiful expression I could find to convince my parents to let me take the knitting lessons. It then required pleading and promises of extra chores to get them to agree to drop me off and pick me up every other Saturday. Thankfully, Mrs. Hudson only lived seven miles away, and she offered the knitting lessons for free. She even supplied knitting needles and yarn.
The house was quiet, tidy, and welcoming as Mrs. Hudson guided me to the room, which was already filled with girls looking as shy and nervous as I was. Yet gradually we got to know each other and relaxed. We would grab a snack and drink while everyone arrived and settled for the lesson. I drank iced tea for the first time at one of those Saturday knitting lessons. Trips to Mrs. Hudson’s house were like a treat to me back at that time. I actually made some friends who shared the same hobby.
I don’t recall officially thanking Mrs. Hudson for those Saturdays, and I regretted that. I typed her name and the town where she lived into Google. Within minutes a couple of articles and multiple obituaries (讣告) popped up. There was a recent photograph inserted into one of the obituaries, and as I gazed into those eyes, there was no question that it was Mrs. Hudson. She had passed away only eight years before at the age of 99. I took down the address and decided to pay a visit.
As I stood in front of the door, I gathered my courage and knocked.
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An old lady, who looked like Mrs. Hudson, opened the door.
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It was amazing that she still kept all the knitting needles and yarn.
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I grew up and started my school career in Haiti. Teachers in Haiti were well known for certain skills: some for their ability to scare you with just a look, and others for their consistency in beating kids.
Our fear pushed us to learn whatever we’re assigned, whether it was memorizing a passage or solving a math problem, so in a way, the teachers were effective. I was able to remember a lot, and as a kid I never sat back and wondered if the education I was getting was good enough.
But looking back, I see that I never grew mentally in that school. They didn’t teach us to think broadly or be creative. Instead, my classmates and I were taught what we needed to know to survive inside a classroom, but not the things that would help me survive in the real world.
When I came to the United States, I didn’t know what to expect. On my first day of school, I met my new teacher, Mr Jean Pierre, who was Haitian. He greeted me with Creole (克里奥尔语). It meant that we were equals.
On my first day in his class, I couldn’t even read the English title of the textbook he handed me. But I learned so quickly that by my third week, I understood most questions and was even raising my hand.
He also had us learn 10 to 20 vocabulary words each day. For each word we had to memorize how to spell it and pronounce it and create a sentence with it. At first, I hated this method because I wasn’t used to having to be creative in any way. But gradually, he helped me fall in love with creative writing. Every morning, we’d have 30 minutes to write about anything that came to mind. I discovered I was good at this, and he was the first teacher ever to put in time aside from his regular schedule for me, staying during lunch or after school to help me and another student who loved writing.
注意：1. 续写词数应为150左右；
2. 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
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Through actions like these, Mr. Jean Pierre showed me that he truly cared about me as a person and wasn’t just interested in doing his job and getting paid.
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But he was also the kind of teacher who taught us how to survive in life.
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I’ll never forget the day that one of my fifth-grade students, Jace, shyly raised his hand and said that he had never received a gift during reading discussions. Jace’s honesty surprised me. What was even more eye-opening was the fact that the boy had gone ten years and never experienced the joy and surprise of receiving a present.
I tried to search a reason that he might be saying this. Then I remembered his story. His mother was out of the picture and he lived alone with his dad. His father had a hard time holding down a job, and come to think of it. I didn’t see his father at enrollment(注册)or parent-teacher conferences.
A couple of weeks after Jace’s comment, he was absent from school. This happened to be the day I was sending home the annual note about the classroom Christmas gift exchange. Traditionally, each boy was to bring a gift for a boy in the three-dollar range and the same was true for each girl.
As we were discussing the specifics, a girl raised her hand and suggested that we do away with our traditional policy, and each buy a gift for Jace instead. The enthusiasm grew as the students discussed the kinds of things they knew Jace would like. We took a quick vote and unanimously(意见一致地)agreed to go ahead with this wonderful idea.
With great excitement, the gifts began to come in. Students with bright eyes would eagerly tell me how they found the “perfect gift” and how their parents spent more than three dollars on Jace’s gift! As the gifts poured in, I remember being so proud of my thoughtful, selfless students who were truly showing the spirit of Christmas.
After several days of absences, you can imagine our disappointment when we learned that Jace’s absences were due to the fact that he had moved away! I was sure of one thing. I couldn’t let my students or Jace down.
I found my information sheet and called every number listed. Apparently, Jace’s father had lost his job, causing them to relocate. No one knew where they were, and the cell phone number I had would ring with no response despite my continuous efforts. Even into our Christmas vacation, I constantly gave the phone number a shot.
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1. 续写词数应为150左右；
2. 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
Finally, at 9:30 PM on Christmas Eve, I decided to try one last time.
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As I drove down the road to Jace’s house, I saw the porch light of his father’s trailer(拖车式房屋)signaling which home was his.
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Early in my teaching career, I heard countless excuses — most of them made up, many of them amusing — for why students didn’t have their homework. And, yes, “the dog ate it” was one of them. As time passed, I grew tired of hearing “I don’t have my homework because...”. So I quit accepting any excuse.
When I was transferred to an inner-city middle school, I took my no-nonsense attitude with me. “No excuses, no extensions!” I warned my eighth graders on the first day of school. I collected homework at the beginning of each class. When a student didn’t have it, I never asked why. Instead, I sighed loudly, shook my head in dramatic disgust and with the student looking on — recorded a zero in the grade book. I soon gained the reputation I thought I wanted.
Then, one afternoon, shortly after the dismissal bell rang, Anthony approached me. “Could I talk to you a minute?” he asked shyly, not taking his eyes off the floor. “I know you don’t accept any explanation, but I don't want you to think I’m a slacker because I come to school without mine so often.”
Anthony looked up at me for the first time, and I could see that his lower lip was quivering. “It’s just that...well, my dad moved out, and my mom waits tables at night, so I have to take care of my little brothers. Sometimes they cry a lot, and it makes it hard to concentrate.”
I put my hand on Anthony’s thin shoulder. “Why are you just now telling me..?” I stopped in mid-sentence. I knew why. So I changed the question. “Would it help if you stay here after school and work on it before you go home?”
He swallowed hard and nodded.
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The next day, I made an announcement to all my students.
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Having read their stories, I learned more about these kids.
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Tinky, an eight-year-old girl, was studying in a primary school in a village.Though she belonged to a poor family， her family was rich with cultural and ethical (道德的) values、But children don’t care about ethics when they are in a group which doesn’t know about ethical rules. Tinky was a member of such a naughty (顽皮的) group.
New Year’s Day was about to come. Every shop of the village was full of celebration materials, such as lights, colorful papers and beautiful greeting cards. Children’s eyes started shining and hearts started dancing with joy whenever they see these materials.
One day some naughty kids stole some greeting cards from a shop while its shopkeeper was busy in other activities. Tinky told her friends that stealing was a very bad thing. But her friends didn’t return, instead they gave one card to Tinky. She got excited with that magic greeting card and decided not to tell anybody about these stolen cards.
Next day Tinky was thinking to whom this bcautiful card should be given so she asked her sisters about it. They told her that she should give the card to her teacher and write a few lines for her.
“My teacher is so pretty like a necklace full of diamonds ( 钻石)...”，she wrote. And she mentioned her teacher’s name as well as her own name in it.
On New Year’s Day she gave her greeting card to her leacher saying Happy New Year mum. Her teacher didn’t expect it from her because children used to give grceting cards to their friends only.
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2．请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
So when receiving it, her teacher was surprised but smiled.
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9 . 阅读下面材料，根据其内容和所给段落开头语续写两段，使之构成一篇完整的短文。
Mama was calling to me. I started awake, realizing it must be almost midnight. “Mary,” she said, “where’s your homework?” Then I remembered. I had not finished it. I had not left my completed papers on the kitchen table, where she could see from the last of three jobs that she held. “Oh, Mama, I fell asleep,” I told her weakly.
“Well, you’d better get up now and finish your work. Your studies come first!” she said. I dragged (拖) myself out of bed, found my books and set out to work. As I did so, I could not help grumbling (抱怨). Why me? Why did she always seem to pick me out, for such treatment? Those feelings were nothing new, but I did not give voice to them.
Mama had given me one gift, however, I had the habit of happiness, so even if my small world was not fully sunny, neither was it sad. I also loved to talk, a character not always appreciated by Miss Jordan, my tenth-grade strict English teacher. She was very thin and wore her hair pulled back.
One day in her class I was so busy talking that I didn’t realize she had stopped teaching and was glaring (瞪眼) at me. “Young lady, I would like to see you after school.”
Later Miss Jordan explained that when she was talking she expected me to listen. “For punishment I want you to write a thousand-word article on education and its influence on society,” she said, “and turn it in by next Wednesday.”
Well, I finished it on time. I was confident. It was a good paper. Next day in class, however, she called me forward and returned my paper. “Go back and rewrite it,” she said. “Remember, each paragraph is supposed to begin with a topic sentence.” When she returned my paper a second time, she corrected the spelling. The third time, the grammar. The fourth time, it was rhetoric (修辞). The fifth time, it wasn’t neat enough. I was sick. The sixth time, I rewrote the whole paper slowly, in ink. When she saw it, she smiled. She finally accepted the paper. After that, I put the whole thing out of my mind.
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2. 请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
One day, Miss Jordan came into the class and said, “Class, do you still remember an essay contest held citywide?”
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I was amazed, excited and grateful.
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Of all the people in Lily’s life, one in particular stands out. As Lily thinks of Shanda, a smile spreads across her face. She feels loved and grateful more than ever that she has such a teacher and friend. Thanks to Shanda’s presence, Lily has become a good dancer now.
Eleven years of dance and going on twelve that year, she doubted it would end up like any other year. She might be stuck in any empty spot and didn’t know what to do with her next dance move. Little did she know that year would change her completely.
That year, Lily felt lucky that Shanda would choreograph (编舞) for her dance. Lily expected to work with Shanda, a young talented dancer, to have an okay dance, but she never expected she would have such an impressive impact on her way to dance.
The moment Lily walked into the marble floored, wall-to-wall mirrored rooms, she already felt like Shanda had faith in her. Shanda smiled at her with appreciative eyes. In the following days, Shanda always encouraged her, “Work to the best of your ability and keep going.” When she wanted to give up, Shanda told her that the real importance of dance was to love it.
Throughout their hard work and devotion, not only did Lily s ability to dance grow, but also their friendship grew. Shanda became more than a teacher to Lily. She was also a close friend that Lily could turn to for anything. Shanda gave her encouragement when Lily need edit the most, and Shanda was always there to cheer Lily up when she felt down,
As the year quickly came to an end, it was high time for Lily to show her dance to the audience. As she walked to the backstage filled with other dancers warming up and expecting their performance, she prayed for a good performance that would convey her improvement. The rhythmic music before her rang in her ears. She waited anxiously for her turn. Finally, after what seemed like days, the hostess announced “Lily”.
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1.续写词数应为150左右;
2.请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
Lily had butterflies in her stomach as she stepped onto the big stage.
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Lily felt very excited when the hostess asked her to make a speech.
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