The sun shines brightly as I leave school, get into my car, and head for Bradley Hospital. This year, as a senior at Seekonk High School, I have been given the opportunity to leave the usual classroom setting once a week to volunteer.
I   21  to spend this valuable time working with mentally disabled children at Bradley Children’s Hospital. I work   22  a teacher in the outpatient/pre-school section, in a classroom with two children— a classroom very different from   23  I have ever known. The difference of this classroom is   24  the children have been diagnosed with a mental disease. One child is autistic and non-verbal（自闭和不说话的）, using supportive   25 . The other has a condition called PDD (one step above autism), and is   26  non-verbal. Both children require strong   27  and a lot of attention. This combination creates an atmosphere which is both demanding and sympathetic.
My   28  in the classroom is not only to help the teacher, but to become part of the children’s   29  experience. I work one-on-one completing academics with a student.   30 , we work as a group on such activities as cooking, artwork, abstract reasoning. Everyday activities, which may be taken for granted by others,   31  a lot of strength from the children. This has opened my eyes vastly.
One of the   32  reasons why I volunteer to take the work is that I desire to help those who are less   33 . However, it has also helped me to realize my competence. I now know that I have the   34  to work with the disabled. I have lost my fear, and I   35  myself a lot more.
It is true that my work is very   36 ; there are many days that I   37  Bradley exhausted emotionally and physically. There have been times when I have left on the edge of tears   38 . But pity doesn’t heal, love does. And I have grown to love these children in my own way,   39  I see them only once a week. This experience has been both rewarding and satisfying. I’ve learned also that I do have the ability to make a difference in their lives, no matter how small it may be. One smile makes it all   40 .

The sun was shining when I got on No. 151 bus. We passengers sat jammed in heavy clothes. No one spoke. That’s one of the 36 rules. Although we see the same faces every day, we prefer to 37 behind our newspapers. People who sit so close together are using those thin sheets of newsprint to keep their 38.
As the bus came near the Mile, a 39 suddenly rang out, “40! This is your driver speaking.” We 41 the back of the driver’s head. “Put your papers down. All of you.” The 42 came down. “Now, turn and face the person next to you. Go 43.” 
Surprisingly we all did it. Still no one smiled. I faced an older woman, her head wrapped in a red scarf. I saw her 44 every day. Our eyes met. We waited for the next  45 from the driver. “Now repeat after me. Good morning, neighbor!”
Our voices were 46. For many of us, these were the 47 words we had spoken that day. But we said them together, like 48, to the strangers beside us. We couldn’t help 49. There was the feeling of relief(解脱) that we were not being robbed. Moreover, there was the sense of ice being 50. “Good morning, neighbor.” It was not so 51 after all. Some of us repeated it, others shook hands, and many laughed.
The bus driver said nothing more. He didn’t 52 to. Not a single newspaper went back up. I heard laughter, a warm sound I had 53 heard before in bus No. 151.
When I 54 my stop, I said goodbye to my seatmate, and then jumped off the bus. That day I was 55 off happily.

The sun shines brightly as I leave school, get into my car, and head for Bradley Hospital. This year, as a senior at Seekonk High School, I have been given the opportunity to leave the usual classroom setting once a week to volunteer.
I   1  to spend this valuable time working with mentally disabled children at Bradley Children’s Hospital. I work   2  a teacher in the outpatient/pre-school section, in a classroom with two children— a classroom very different from   3  I have ever known. The difference of this classroom is   4  the children have been diagnosed with a mental disease. One child is autistic and non-verbal（自闭和不说话的）, using supportive   5 . The other has a condition called PDD (one step above autism), and is   6  non-verbal. Both childrenrequire strong   7  and a lot of attention. This combination creates an atmosphere which is both demanding and sympathetic.
My   8  in the classroom is not only to help the teacher, but to become part of the children’s   9  experience. I work one-on-one completing academics with a student.   10 , we work as a group on such activities as cooking, artwork, abstract reasoning. Everyday activities, which may be taken for granted by others,   11  a lot of strength from the children. This has opened my eyes vastly.
One of the   12  reasons why I volunteer to take the work is that I desire to help those who are less   13 . However, it has also helped me to realize my competence. I now know that I have the   14  to work with the disabled. I have lost my fear, and I   15  myself a lot more.
It is true that my work is very   16 ; there are many days that I   17  Bradley exhausted emotionally and physically. There have been times when I have left on the edge of tears   18 . But pity doesn’t heal, love does. And I have grown to love these children in my own way,   19  I see them only once a week. This experience has been both rewarding and satisfying. I’ve learned also that I do have the ability to make a difference in their lives, no matter how small it may be. One smile makes it all   20 .

The sun shines brightly as I leave school, get into my car, and head for Bradley Hospital. This year, as a senior at Seekonk High School, I have been given the opportunity to leave the usual classroom setting once a week to volunteer.

I   1  to spend this valuable time working with mentally disabled children at Bradley Children’s Hospital. I work   2  a teacher in the outpatient/pre-school section, in a classroom with two children— a classroom very different from   3  I have ever known. The difference of this classroom is   4  the children have been diagnosed with a mental disease. One child is autistic and non-verbal（自闭和不说话的）, using supportive   5 . The other has a condition called PDD (one step above autism), and is   6  non-verbal. Both childrenrequire strong   7  and a lot of attention. This combination creates an atmosphere which is both demanding and sympathetic.

My   8  in the classroom is not only to help the teacher, but to become part of the children’s   9  experience. I work one-on-one completing academics with a student.   10 , we work as a group on such activities as cooking, artwork, abstract reasoning. Everyday activities, which may be taken for granted by others,   11  a lot of strength from the children. This has opened my eyes vastly.

One of the   12  reasons why I volunteer to take the work is that I desire to help those who are less   13 . However, it has also helped me to realize my competence. I now know that I have the   14  to work with the disabled. I have lost my fear, and I   15  myself a lot more.

It is true that my work is very   16 ; there are many days that I   17  Bradley exhausted emotionally and physically. There have been times when I have left on the edge of tears   18 . But pity doesn’t heal, love does. And I have grown to love these children in my own way,   19  I see them only once a week. This experience has been both rewarding and satisfying. I’ve learned also that I do have the ability to make a difference in their lives, no matter how small it may be. One smile makes it all   20 .

1.                A．promise        B．claim           C．bother   D．choose

2.                A．for            B．on             C．alongside D．besides

3.                A．it             B．one            C．the other D．which

4.                A．that           B．what           C．whether  D．how

5.                A．Transportation   B．communication   C．application    D．direction

6.                A．simply          B．completely      C．frequently D．naturally

7.                A．treatment       B．commitment     C．motivation D．sympathy

8.                A．choice         B．wish           C．decision  D．role

9.                A．agricultural      B．professional     C．technological  D．educational

10.               A．Additionally     B．Finally          C．Eventually D．Gradually

11.               A．get back        B．build up        C．call for    D．pick out

12.               A．chief          B．legal           C．awkward  D．vital

13.               A．unforgettable    B．fortunate       C．hopeless  D．active

14.               A．honor          B．opportunity     C．courage   D．ability

15.               A．believe in       B．laugh at        C．worry about    D．care for

16.               A．depressing      B．challenging      C．inspiring   D．relaxing

17.               A．approach       B．visit           C．leave D．desert

18.               A．as well         B．so far          C．in time    D．at all

19.               A．if only          B．even though     C．now that   D．in case

20.               A．amusing        B．enjoyable       C．costly D．worthwhile

The sun was shining when I got on No. 151 bus. We passengers sat jammed in heavy clothes. No one spoke. That’s one of the 36 rules. Although we see the same faces every day, we prefer to 37 behind our newspapers. People who sit so close together are using those thin sheets of newsprint to keep their 38.

As the bus came near the Mile, a 39 suddenly rang out, “40! This is your driver speaking.” We 41 the back of the driver’s head. “Put your papers down. All of you.” The 42 came down. “Now, turn and face the person next to you. Go 43.” 

Surprisingly we all did it. Still no one smiled. I faced an older woman, her head wrapped in a red scarf. I saw her 44 every day. Our eyes met. We waited for the next  45 from the driver. “Now repeat after me. Good morning, neighbor!”

Our voices were 46. For many of us, these were the 47 words we had spoken that day. But we said them together, like 48, to the strangers beside us. We couldn’t help 49. There was the feeling of relief(解脱) that we were not being robbed. Moreover, there was the sense of ice being 50. “Good morning, neighbor.” It was not so 51 after all. Some of us repeated it, others shook hands, and many laughed.

The bus driver said nothing more. He didn’t 52 to. Not a single newspaper went back up. I heard laughter, a warm sound I had 53 heard before in bus No. 151.

When I 54 my stop, I said goodbye to my seatmate, and then jumped off the bus. That day I was 55 off happily.