The letter was a great disappointment to me. It was from Holy Cross, the only school I really wanted to . I scanned the page, “…. We had a great applicant pool this year. …We can’t offer spaces to … and place you on our waiting list.”
“What does it say, honey?” my dad asked, his voice full of for me.
“I didn’t get in, but I’m on the waiting list.”
“Well, at least it isn’t ,” he said brightly.
“Yeah, but , I don’t want to be on the waiting list; I want to be . No one gets in off the waiting list. It’s a way of saying ‘Thanks for ’.”
“Then let’s go out there and tell them so.”
“That sounds lame（站不住脚的）, dad.” I said sadly, “It doesn’t ,.”
Upset and annoyed, I 39 myself in my room. However，my father’s advice kept in my head. I thought about it for a few days, finally coming to the that he was right. And the next day I seated myself across from Mr. Luis Soto, my admissions officer.
“What can I do for you, Nacie?” he asked pleasantly.
“Well, sir, I am here to tell you that I love this school and would love a to be here. I just wanted to tell you how much going here would to me—it is my only dream college— and that I would use my time here to the best . I wanted to let you know that if you gave me a chance and reconsidered my application, you wouldn’t it.” The words had poured out I could stop them or check their desperate tone.
Mr. Soto looked me over for a minute before he smiled broadly.
“OK, that is the kind of thing we love to hear. Congratulations, you’re in.”
It was so and I asked, “I’m sorry?”
“We want people in the class who want to be here, who will the best of this education. I’m glad you came to talk to me. I’m happy to offer you a position in the Class of 2009.”
The whole experience taught me a lesson: if you truly want something, never, ever .
A．attend B．study C．admit D．visit
A．everyone B．anyone C．someone D．no one
A．trust B．pity C．anxiety D．curiosity
A．admission B．imagination C．restriction D．rejection
A．ever B．again C．also D．still
A．recognized B．received C．accepted D．permitted
A．writing B．trying C．replying D．waiting
A．work B．act C．need D．hope
A．enjoyed B．comforted C．stayed D．buried
A．saying B．ringing C．showing D．reminding
A．point B．conclusion C．agreement D．arrangement
A．chance B．motivation C．degree D．change
A．refer B．turn C．mean D．stick
A．contribution B．condition C．advantage D．result
A．suspect B．disappoint C．refuse D．regret
A．as B．when C．until D．before
A．unbelievable B．unforgettable C．unbearable D．favorable
A．take B．get C．make D．receive
A．patiently B．openly C．carefully D．calmly
A．get through B．give up C．keep on D．try out
I often read of incidents of misunderstanding or conflict. I’m left
. Why do these people create mistrust and problems, especially with those from other ?
I was growing up in Kuala Lumpur in the early 1960s, children from different races and regions played and studied in harmony. At that time my family lived a stone’s from Ismail’s. And no one was bothered that Ismail was a Malay Muslim and I was an Indian Hindu—we just
our differences. Perhaps, our elders had not filled our heads with unnecessary advice, well or otherwise.
We were nine when we became friends. During the school holidays, we’d
the countryside on our bicycles, hoping to the unexpected. At times Ismail would accompany my family as we made a rare shopping trip to town. We would be glad of his .
When I was twelve, my family moved to Johor. Ismail’s family later returned to their village, and I touch with him.
One spring afternoon in 1983, I stopped a taxi in Kuala Lumpur. I
my destination. The driver acknowledged my but did not move off. Instead, he looked at me. “Raddar?” he said, using my childhood nickname(绰号). I was astonished at being so addressed
(称呼). Unexpectedly! It was Ismail! Even after two we still recognized each other. Grasping his shoulder, I felt a true affection, something to describe.
If we can allow our children to be without prejudice, they’ll build friendships with people, regardless of race or religion, who will be their side through thick and thin. On such friendships are societies built and we can truly be, as William Shakespeare one wrote, “we happy few, we band of brothers”.
A．interesting B．pleased C．puzzled D．excited
A．parties B．cities C．villages D．races
A．why B．which C．how D．when
A．together B．around C．alone D．apart
A．drop B．throw C．move D．roll
A．refused B．made C．sought D．accepted
A．paid B．meant C．preserved D．treated
A．explore B．search C．discover D．desert
A．get through B．deal with C．come across D．take away
A．arrival B．choice C．effort D．company
A．lost B．gained C．developed D．missed
A．stated B．ordered C．decided D．chose
A．attempts B．instructions C．opinions D．arrangements
A．anxiously B．carelessly C．disappointedly D．fixedly
A．familiarly B．strangely C．fully D．coldly
A．departures B．months C．years D．decades
A．possible B．funny C．hard D．clear
A．them B．themselves C．us D．ourselves
A．from B．by C．with D．against
A．still B．otherwise C．then D．instead
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know a new classmate. I to look around when a gentle hand my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little lady looking up at me with a smile.
She said, “Hi. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?” I laughed and responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.
“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent ?” I asked. “I always having a college education and now I’m getting !” she told me.
Later, we became close friends. Every day we would leave class together and she her wisdom and experience with me. Over the
of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she made friends wherever she went.
At the of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet(宴会). I’ll forget what she taught us. When she was introduced, frustrated and a little embarrassed, she cleared her
and said, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we
old because we stop playing. There are only two secrets to staying
, being happy, and achieving success. You have to and find humor every day. You’ve got to have a dream. When you your dreams, you die.”
One week after graduation Rose died in her sleep. Many college students attended her funeral in tribute to(悼念)the wonderful woman who taught example that it’s never too to be all you can possibly be.
A．lay down B．stood up C．fell off D．went out
A．touched B．felt C．wounded D．clapped
A．beautiful B．young C．old D．kind-hearted
A．sadly B．coldly C．absently D．enthusiastically
A．age B．speed C．point D．year
A．talked about B．tried out C．looked forward D．dreamed of
A．those B．one C．that D．they
A．learned B．told C．shared D．debated
A．course B．path C．distance D．road
A．easily B．rarely C．unwillingly D．strangely
A．middle B．beginning C．end D．top
A．ever B．never C．still D．already
A．throat B．face C．nose D．eyes
A．grow B．prove C．look D．stay
A．rich B．healthy C．cheerful D．young
A．eat B．cry C．laugh D．shout
A．have B．lose C．get D．keep
A．bitterly B．fortunately C．peacefully D．hopefully
A．to B．for C．in D．by
A．early B．bad C．good D．late
My dad also taught me, by example, that a healthy lifestyle is important. He was ever sick. But I don’t my dad ever even had a cup of coffee. He seldom
alcohol.
He would say, “Bonnie, your is a reflection of your overall physical well-being. So
you want to sing well, take better care of yourself.” If I became hoarse(嘶哑的)or caught a cold, he didn’t
me directly, “Well, Bonnie, you know, if you’d get to sleep a little earlier, that would probably be a good
.” When I decided to get silent about 18 years ago, he told me, “See, Bonnie, it’s so great to see you in such strong voice
.”
He just did not complain, even when he was uncomfortable towards the end, the cancer that eventually
his life. He simply made a
to be positive.
I am so glad that we had the to perform together. I was touched that he tried singing my music,
the bluesy style didn’t come
to him. Then, when I had so much Grammy(格莱美奖)
with my album Nick of Time in 1990, I
, hey, I have one of the greatest
of all time in my family. I was very
about doing The Boston Pops Show on TV with my dad. To
me, he said, “Bonnie, a beautiful song is a beautiful song. Just
it.” I looked in my dad’s
, and there we were singing Irving Berlin’s song. Of all the duets(二重唱)I’ve done, that one will always be a highlight.
A. possibly B. hardly
C. nearly D. almost
A. avoided B. banned
C. served D. touched
A. voice B. beauty
C. habit D. health
A. whether B. when
C. if D. though
A. punish B. scold
C. blame D. order
A. idea B. question
C. decision D. deed
A. all in all B. all over
C. all the time D. all right
A. from B. by
C. in D. at
A. carried B. took
C. changed D. lost
A. plan B. living
C. choice D. promise
A. time B. luck
C. energy D. chance
A. if only B. even though
C. whenever D. unless
A. happily B. fortunately
C. truly D. naturally
A. difficulty B. success
C. process D. effort
A. said B. guessed
C. meant D. realized
A. dancers B. editors
C. listeners D. singers
A. nervous B. shy
C. scared D. upset
A. teach B. train
C. calm D. praise
A. forget B. believe
C. make D. do
A. mind B. thought
C. heart D. eyes
In the doorway of my home, I looked closely at my 23-year-old son, Daniel. In a few hours he would be flying to France to a different life. It was a transitional(过渡的)time in Daniel’s life. I wanted to
him some words of significance. But nothing came from my lips, and this was not the time I had let such moments pass.
When Daniel was five, I took him to the bus stop on his first day of kindergarten. He asked, “What is it going to be like, Dad? Can I do it?” Then he walked the steps of the bus and disappeared inside. The bus drove away and I said nothing. A decade later, a similar played itself out. I drove him to college. As I started to leave, I tried to think of something to say to give him and confidence as he started this new stage of life. Again, words me.
Now, as I stood before him, I thought of those opportunities. How many times have I let such moments ? I don’t find a quiet moment to tell him what they have to me. Or what he might to face in the years ahead. Maybe I thought it was not necessary to say anything.
What does it matter in the course of a lifetime if a father never tells a son what he really thinks of him? as I stood before Daniel, I knew that it did matter. My father and I loved each other. Yet, I always
never hearing him put his into words. Now I could feel my palms sweat and my throat tighten. Why is it so to tell a son something from the heart?
My mouth turned dry, and I knew I would be able to get out only a few words clearly. “Daniel,” I said. “If I could have picked, I would have picked you.” That’s all I could say. He hugged me. For a moment, the world , and there were just Daniel and me. He was saying something, but tears misted my eyes, and I couldn’t understand what he was saying. All I was of was the stubble(短须)on his chin as his face pressed
mine. What I had said to Daniel was . it was nothing. And yet, it was .
A．experience B．spend C．enjoy D．shape
A．show B．give C．leave D．instruct
A．last B．first C．very D．next
A．upward B．into C．down D．up
A．sign B．scene C．scenery D．sight
A．interest B．instruction C．courage D．direction
A．failed B．discouraged C．struck D．troubled
A．future B．embarrassing C．obvious D．lost
A．last B．pass C．fly D．remain
A．counted B．meant C．valued D．earned
A．think B．want C．expect D．wish
A．But B．And C．Instead D．So
A．wondered B．regretted C．minded D．tried
A．views B．actions C．feelings D．attitudes
A．important B．essential C．hard D．complex
A．disappeared B．changed C．progressed D．advanced
A．sensitive B．convinced C．aware D．tired
A．by B．against C．on D．with
A．clumsy B．gentle C．absurd D．moving
A．none B．all C．anything D．everything
Body language is the quiet, secret and most powerful language of all! it speaks than words. According to specialists, our bodies send out more than we realize. In fact, non-verbal communication(非言语交际)takes up about 50% of what we really . And body language is particularly when we attempt to communicate across cultures. Indeed, what is called body language is so a part of us that it’s actually often unnoticed. And misunderstandings occur as a result of it.
, different societies treat the between people differently. Northern European usually do not like having contact even with friends, and certainly not with . People from Latin American countries, , touch each other quite a lot. Therefore, it’s possible that in , it may look like a Latino is a Norwegian all over the room. The Latino, trying to express friendship, will keep moving . The Norwegian, very probably seeing this as pushiness, will keep —which the Latino will in return regard as .
Clearly, a great deal is going on when people . And only a part of it is in the words themselves. And when parties are from cultures, there’s a strong possibility of . But whatever the situation, the best is to obey the Golden Rule: treat others as you would like to be .
A．straighter B．louder C．harder D．further
A．sounds B．invitations C．feelings D．messages
A．hope B．receive C．discover D．mean
A．immediate B．misleading C．important D．difficult
A．well B．far C．much D．long
A．For example B．Thus C．However D．In short
A．trade B．distance C．connections D．greetings
A．eye B．verbal C．bodily D．telephone
A．strangers B．relatives C．neighbours D．enemies
A．in other words B．on the other hand C．in a similar way D．by all means
A．trouble B．conversation C．silence D．experiment
A．disturbing B．helping C．guiding D．following
A．closer B．faster C．in D．away
A．stepping forward B．going on C．backing away D．coming out
A．weakness B．carelessness C．friendliness D．coldness
A．talk B．travel C．laugh D．think
A．different B．European C．Latino D．rich
A．curiosity B．excitement C．misunderstanding D．nervousness
A．chance B．time C．result D．advice
A．noticed B．treated C．respected D．pleased