That cold January night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco. There I was walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theater. With opening night only a week away, I was still learning my lines. I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time. As I walked, I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco. City life had become too much for me.

As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings, I felt very small and cold. I began running, both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers. Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets.

About a block from my apartment, I heard a sound behind me. I turned quickly, half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun. The street was empty. All I saw was a shining streetlight. Still, the noise had made me nervous, so I started to run faster. Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been. It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk.

Suddenly I wasn't cold or tired any more. I ran out of the door and back to where I'd heard the noise. Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes, my wallet was nowhere to be found.

Just as I was about to give up the search, I heard the garbage truck pull up to the sidewalk next to me. When a voice called from the inside, “Alisa Camacho？” I thought I was dreaming. How could this man know my name？ The door opened, and out jumped a small red-haired man with an amused look in his eyes. “Is this what you're looking for？” he asked, holding up a small square shape.

It was nearly 3 a.m. by the time I got into bed. I wouldn't get much sleep that night, but I had got my wallet back. I also had got back some enjoyment of city life. I realized that the city couldn't be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other.

1... How did the writer feel when she was walking home after work？

A. Cold and sick                            B. Lucky and hopeful

C. Satisfied and cheerful                   D. Disappointed and helpless

2.. From the first paragraph, we learn that the writer was busy          .          .

A. solving her problem at the bank              B. taking part in various city activities

C. learning acting in an evening school         D. preparing for the first night show

3..On her way home the writer        .          .

A. lost her wallet unknowingly             

B. was stopped by a garbage truck driver

C. was robbed of her wallet by a man with a knife

D. found some homeless people following her

4.. In the fifth paragraph, why did the writer say she was dreaming？

A. Someone offered to take her back home    B. A red-haired man came to see her.

C. She heard someone call her name          D. Her wallet was found in a garbage truck

5.. From the text, we can infer that the writer          .          .

A. would stop working at night              B. would stay on in San Francisco

C. would make friends with cleaners.       D. would give up her job at the bank

 

That cold January night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco. There I was, walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theater. With opening night only a week away, I was still learning my lines. I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time. As I walked, I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco. City life had become too much for me.
As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings, I felt very small and cold. I began running, both to keep warm and to keep away any possible robbers(搶劫犯). Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets.
About a block from my apartment, I heard a sound behind me. I turned quickly, half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun. The street was empty. All I saw was a shining streetlight. Still, the noise had made me nervous, so I started to run faster. Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been. It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk.
Suddenly I wasn’t cold or tired anymore. I ran out of the door and back to where I’d heard the noise. Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes, my wallet was nowhere to be found.
Just as I was about to give up the search, I heard the garbage truck(垃圾車) pull up to the sidewalk next to me. When a voice called from the inside, “Alisa Camacho?” I thought I was dreaming. How could this man know my name? The door opened, and out jumped a small red-haired man with an amused look in his eyes. “Is this what you’re looking for?” he asked, holding up a small square shape.
It was nearly 3 a.m. by the time I got into bed. I wouldn’t get much sleep that night, but I had got my wallet back. I also had got back some enjoyment of city life. I realized that the city couldn’t be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other.
【小題1】How did the writer feel when she was walking home after work?

A．Cold and sick	B．Lucky and hopeful
C．Satisfied and cheerful	D．Disappointed and helpless

【小題2】From the first paragraph, we learn that the writer was busy_____.
A .solving her problem at the bank         B. taking part in various city activities
C learning acting in an evening school   D. preparing for the first night show
【小題3】On her way home the writer_____

A．lost her wallet unknowingly

B．was stopped by a garbage truck driver

C．was robbed of her wallet by a man with a knife

D．found some homeless people following her

【小題4】From the text, we can infer that the writer_____

A．would stop working at night	B．would stay on in San Francisco
C．would make friends with cleaners.	D．would give up her job at the bank

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Success story

Yesterday afternoon Frank Hawkins was telling me about his experiences as a young man.Frank is now the head of a very large business company.   1   .It was his job to repair bicycles    2   .He saved money for years and in 1938 he bought a small work-shop of his own.During the war Frank used to make spare parts for aeroplanes.   3   .By the end of the war,  4   which employed seven hundred and twenty-enght people.Frank smiled when he remembered    5   .He was still smiling when the door opened and his wife came in.She wanted him to repair their son’s bicycle!

A．At that time he had two helpers

B．But as a boy he used to work in a small shop

C．He wanted to repair their son’s bicycle

D．And at that time he used to work fourteen hours a day

E.His hard early years and the long road to success

F.The small work-shop had become a large factory

G.He wanted to succeed.

 

Last July, my 12-year-old car died on California's Santa Na Freeway. It was an hour before sunset, and I was 25 miles form home. I couldn't reach anyone to pick me up, so I decided to take a bus. Not knowing the routes, I figured I'd just head east.

A bus pulled up, and I asked the driver how far she was going. "Four more lights," she said. There was another bus I could take form there. This clearly was going to be a long night.

She dropped me off at the end of her route and told me which bus to look for. After waiting 30 minutes, I began to think about a very expensive taxi ride home. Then a bus pulled up. There was no lighted number above its wind-shield. It was out of service. But the door opened, and I was surprised to find that it was the same driver.

"I just can't leave you here, "she said. "This isn't the nicest place. I'll give you a ride home."

“You’ll drive me home in the bus?” I asked, perplexed(迷惑的).

“No, I’ll take you in my car,” she said.

“It’s a long way,” I protested(抗議).

“Come on,”she said. “I have nothing else to do.”

As we drove from the station in her car, she began telling me a story. A few days earlier, her brother had run out of gas. A good Samaritan picked him up, took him to a service station and then back to his car. “I’m just passing the favor along.”she said.

When I offered her money as a thank-you, she wouldn’t hear of it. “That would not make it a  favor,” she said. “Just do something nice for somebody. Pass it along.”

1.The writer thought that he would have a long night because

A．it world be long before he could take another bus

B．no driver would give him a ride

C．he didn’t know the routes

D．he perhaps would have to take a taxi

2.Judging from its context, the place where the writer waited for the second bus was     .

A．very quiet and peaceful	B．dark without street lights
C．neither clean nor beautiful	D．a(chǎn) little unsafe

3.The writer wanted to take a taxi home at the end of the route because         .

A．no bus would come

B．a(chǎn) taxi ride would be more comfortable

C．he became impatient and a bit worried

D．he knew the driver would never return

4.The bus driver drove the writer home later because       .

A．she happened to go in the same direction

B．she wanted to do something good for other people

C．her brother told her to do so

D．she wanted to earn more money

5.The bus driver hoped that the writer         .

A．world do as she did	B．would keep her in memory
C．would give the money to others	D．would do her a favor

 

The door opened and there     .

A. entering our English teacher                            B. entered our English teacher

C. did our English teacher enter                           D. our English teacher entered