Perhaps the only test score that I remember is the 55 when I was in high school.

The test was the final for a course. I remember waiting anxiously as my teacher Mr. Right passed out our papers one by one. It was a rather difficult test. I heard my classmates groaning（发牢骚）, and I could tell by the groans that the scores weren’t looking good.

Mr. Right put my paper on my desk. There in big red numbers, circled to draw attention, was my score, 55!

I lowered my head, and covered the score up quickly. A 55 is not something that you wanted your classmates to see.

“The scores were not very good, none of you passed,” Mr. Right said. “The highest score in the class was a 55.”

A 55. That’s me!

Suddenly my sad look didn’t look so bad. I had the highest score. I felt a lot better.

I walked home alone that day with the low but high score. My father knew that I had a big test that day and asked me as soon as I got home, “How did you do in your test?”

“I made a 55,” I said.

A frown (皱眉) now stood on my father’s face. I knew I had to explain immediately. “But Dad, I had the highest score in the class,” I proudly stated. I thought that explanation would make a difference.

“You failed!” my father replied.

“But it’s the highest!” I insisted.

“I don’t care what scores others had, but you failed. What matters is what you do!” my father firmly said.

For years, my father was always that way. It didn’t matter what others did, it only mattered what I did and that I did it excellently.

We often don’t understand the wisdom (智慧) of good parents until we ourselves stand in the parents’ shoes. My father’s words have carried me throughout life.

1.In class, to hide my score from my classmates, I ___________ .

A. lowered my head                                B. covered my score up   

C. walked home alone                             D. explained immediately

2. A frown stood on my father’s face because he thought ____. .

A. I did a bad job in the test.                 B. I gave a good excuse.

C. I became the worst student.             D.I stood in his shoes

3. We can infer from the passage that _____..

A. the father was strict with his child.

B. the writer was always poor in tests.

C. Mr. Right was worried about the writer.

D. the writer was always happy with his scores.

4.Which is the best title of the passage?

A. The Final Test       B. That’s Me!     C. My Strict Teacher      D. Scores, Important?

Perhaps the only test score that I remember is the 55 when I was in high school.
The test was the final for a course. I remember waiting anxiously as my teacher Mr. Right passed out our papers one by one. It was a rather difficult test. I heard my classmates groaning（发牢骚）, and I could tell by the groans that the scores weren’t looking good.
Mr. Right put my paper on my desk. There in big red numbers, circled to draw attention, was my score, 55!
I lowered my head, and covered the score up quickly. A 55 is not something that you wanted your classmates to see.
“The scores were not very good, none of you passed,” Mr. Right said. “The highest score in the class was a 55.”
A 55. That’s me!
Suddenly my sad look didn’t look so bad. I had the highest score. I felt a lot better.
I walked home alone that day with the low but high score. My father knew that I had a big test that day and asked me as soon as I got home, “How did you do in your test?”
“I made a 55,” I said.
A frown (皱眉) now stood on my father’s face. I knew I had to explain immediately. “But Dad, I had the highest score in the class,” I proudly stated. I thought that explanation would make a difference.
“You failed!” my father replied.
“But it’s the highest!” I insisted.
“I don’t care what scores others had, but you failed. What matters is what you do!” my father firmly said.
For years, my father was always that way. It didn’t matter what others did, it only mattered what I did and that I did it excellently.
We often don’t understand the wisdom (智慧) of good parents until we ourselves stand in the parents’ shoes. My father’s words have carried me throughout life.
【小题1】In class, to hide my score from my classmates, I ___________ .

We were standing at the top of a church not far from my home. I didn’t know why.
“Look down,” Father said. I tried and saw the square in the center of the village. And I saw the streets to the square. “See, Elsa,” Father said. “There is more than one way to the square. If you can’t get where you want to go by one road, try another.”
Earlier that day, I asked Mother to do something about what we had for lunch at school. But she didn’t think the food was as bad as I said. When I turned to Father for help, he brought me to the church.
At school the next day, I filled a bottle with the soup for our lunch and took it home. I told the cook to pour the soup in a plate and bring it to Mother. She drank it and cried out, “What’s the matter with the soup today?” I at once told her what I had done , and Mother said that she would take up the matter of lunches at school the next day .
Now I really understood why Father had taken me to the church. I began to work as a fashion designer two years ago. I wouldn’t stop working until I tried every way to my goal.
【小题1】The writer’s father took her to the church to.