第四节  完形填空（共20小题；每小题1．5分，满分30分）

阅读下面短文，从短文后各题的A、B、C、D四个选项中，选出适合填入对应空白处的最佳选项。并在答题卡上将该选项涂黑。

September 4 was my first day at Phillips Academy, my new school. It was also my 18th birthday.

I received a warm   26     from my host family--- the Steins. Gena was my host mum, and her daughter Lily would also be a new   27   at Phillips. They took me to the school and       28   me around the campus.

On our way to my dorm (学生宿舍), we saw a truck delivering a student’s  29   to her room. Many students at the school were very rich, and they would fill their dorms with decorations（装饰物）. But I was   30   not to because I thought it was a   31   of time and money.

I had a single room, which was about the   32   of a Chinese college dorm --- the ones which usually hold six people.   33   she helped carry my bags, Lily asked me, “What’s your favorite  34  ，Teresa?” I thought for a moment before answering, “Orange.” I didn’t know why she had asked the question.

We   35  an introduction meeting after dinner.  36   of the students were native English speakers, so I felt a little   37  .  I returned to my room after the   38  , tired and wanted to go to bed after a (n)   39   day.

When I opened my door, I found a big    40  .The bed was perfectly made with blankets and an orange sunflower pillow. On the    41    was a sunflower-pattern mat（地垫，垫子）while a colorful lamp    42  beside the bed.

I opened my mouth,   43   .  How beautiful!

There was also a   44   card. I touched the little pillow on the bed as I read the card. A warm current (暖流) rushed through my   45   .

26. A. heart               B. card                        C. service                            D. welcome

27. A. student        B. teacher                            C. citizen                    D. visitor

28. A. walked            B. introduced            C. showed                  D. invited

29. A. bag                  B. newspaper           C. letters                    D. money

30. A. warned        B. forced                      C. determined          D. supposed

31. A. matter            B. waste                     C. show                      D. use

32. A. design             B. size                         C. pattern                           D. example

33. A. As                     B. Though                  C. Because                D. While

34. A. fruit                 B. weather                C. food                        D. color

35. A. organized       B. planned                 C. attended               D. opened

36. A. All           B. Most                      C. Some                      D. Few

37. A. pleased        B. nervous                   C. angry                      D. afraid

38. A. dinner          B. class                         C. meeting                 D. party

39. A. exciting       B. surprising                C. tired                   D. interested

40. A. secret             B. joke                         C. warmth             D. surprise

41. A. wall                  B. desk                        C. floor                    D. ground

42. A. stood               B. lay                 C. appeared       D. hanged

43. A. frightened      B. moved                    C. satisfied              D. understood

44. A. post                 B. birthday                 C. name                  D. festival

45. A. mind           B. head                         C. face                      D. body

D
The thing is, my luck’s always been ruined. Just look at my name: Jean. Not Jean Marie, or Jeanine, or Jeanette, or even Jeanne. Just Jean. Did you know in France, they name boys Jean? It’s French for John. And okay, I don’t live in France. But still, I’m basically a girl named John. If I lived in France, anyway.
This is the kind of luck I’ve had since before Mom even filled out my birth certificate. So it wasn’t any big surprise to me when the cab driver didn’t help me with my suitcase. I’d already had to tolerate arriving at the airport to find no one there to greet me, and then got no answer to my many phone calls, asking where my aunt and uncle were. Did they not want me after all? Had they changed their minds? Had they heard about my bad luck—all the way from Iowa—and decided they didn’t want any of it to rub off on them?
So when the cab driver, instead of getting out and helping me with my bags, just pushed a little button so that the trunk (汽车后备箱) popped open a few inches, it wasn’t the worst thing that had ever happened to me. It wasn’t even the worst thing that had happened to me that day.
According to my mom, most brownstones in New York City were originally single-family homes when they were built way back in the 1800s. But now they’ve been divided up into apartments, so that there’s one—or sometimes even two or more families—per floor.
Not Mom’s sister Evelyn’s brownstone, though. Aunt Evelyn and Uncle Ted Gardiner own all four floors of their brownstone. That’s practically one floor per person, since Aunt Evelyn and Uncle Ted only have three kids, my cousins Tory, Teddy, and Alice.
Back home, we just have two floors, but there are seven people living on them. And only one bathroom. Not that I’m complaining. Still, ever since my sister Courtney discovered blow-outs, it’s been pretty frightful at home.
But as tall as my aunt and uncle’s house was, it was really narrow—just three windows across. Still, it was a very pretty townhouse, painted gray. The door was a bright, cheerful yellow. There were yellow flower boxes along the base of each window, flower boxes from which bright red—and obviously newly planted, since it was only the middle of April, and not quite warm enough for them.
It was nice to know that, even in a sophisticated (世故的) city like New York, people still realized how homey and welcoming a box of flowers could be. The sight of those flowers cheered me up a little.
Like maybe Aunt Evelyn and Uncle Ted just forgot I was arriving today, and hadn’t deliberately failed to meet me at the airport because they’d changed their minds about letting me come to stay.
Like everything was going to be all right, after all.
Yeah. With my luck, probably not.
I started up the steps to the front door of 326 East Sixty-Ninth Street, then realized I couldn’t make it with both bags and my violin. Leaving one bag on the sidewalk, I dragged the other up the steps with me. Maybe I took the steps a little too fast, since I nearly tripped and fell flat on my face on the sidewalk. I managed to catch myself at the last moment by grabbing some of the fence the gardeners had put up…
67. Why did the author go to New York?
A. She intended to go sightseeing there.
B. She meant to stay with her aunt’s family.
C. She was homeless and adopted by her aunt.
D. She wanted to try her luck and find a job there.
68. According to the author, some facts account for her bad luck EXCEPT that ________.
A. she was given a boy’s name in French
B. the cab driver didn’t help her with her bags
C. her sister Courtney discovered blow-outs  
D. nobody had come to meet her at the airport
69. The underlined phrase “rub off on” in Paragraph 3 probably means _________.
A. have an effect on    B. play tricks on     C. put pressure on      D. throw doubt on
70. From the passage, we can know that _________.
A. the author left home without informing her mother
B. the author arrived in New York in a very warm season
C. her aunt’s family lived a much better life than her own
D. her aunt and uncle were likely to forget about her arrival

Being the head of a high school for many years, I grew tired of budget meetings, funding cuts, and many other administrative chores (杂务). I started to dream of retirement. Sitting in traffic on a weekday morning, I would find my mind wandering, I would imagine spending time with my grandchildren, quiet evenings with my wife, traveling, or rediscovering some great books. I told myself that I wouldn’t sign myself up for any committees, any classes, or anything requiring a schedule.

My first day of retirement came at last! I cooked a great breakfast for my wife and me, leisurely read the paper, cleaned a bit of the house, and wrote a few letters to friends. On the second day, I cooked breakfast, read the paper … On the third day, … This is retirement? I tried to tell myself that it was just the transition（过渡）, that those golden moments were right round the corner, and that I would enjoy them soon enough. But something was missing.

    A former colleague asked a favor. A group of students were going to Jamaica to work with children in the poorest neighborhoods. Would I interrupt my new found “happiness” and return to the students, just this once? One trip. That’s all. My bags were packed and by the door.

The trip was very inspiring. I was moved not only by the poverty I saw but also by the sense of responsibility of the young people on the trip. When I returned home, I offered to work one day a week with a local youth organization. The experience was so positive that I was soon volunteering nearly full-time, working with students across North America to assist them in their voluntary work.

Now, it seems, the tables have turned. Some days I am the teacher, other days I am the student. These young people have reawakened my commitment  (责任感)  to social justice issues by challenging me to learn more about the situation in the world today, where people are still poor and suffer because of greed, corruption and war. Most importantly, they have given me the opportunity to continue to participate in helping to find solutions. In return, I help them do their charitable projects overseas. I’ve gone from running one school to helping oversee the construction of schools in twenty-one countries!

What did the writer expect to do after he retired?

    A. To stay away from busy schedules.       B. To write some great books.

    C. To do some voluntary work.             D. To plan for his future.

Why did the writer decide to go to Jamaica?

    A. He missed his students in that country.    B. He couldn’t refuse his colleague’s favor.

       C. He was concerned about the people there.  D. He was not satisfied with his retired life.

Which of the following could be the best title for the passage?

A. My Retired Life.                     B. Being the Head of a High School.

C. My Attitudes towards Life.             D. An Experience of Being a Volunteer.

What does the writer think of his retired life now?

A. Disappointing.    B. Troublesome.           C. Promising.               D. Meaningful.

Being the head of a high school for many years, I grew tired of budget meetings, funding cuts, and many other administrative chores(杂务). I started to dream of retirement. Sitting in traffic on a weekday morning, I would find my mind wandering. I would imagine spending time with my grandchildren, quiet evenings with my wife, traveling, or rediscovering some great books. I told myself that I wouldn’t sign myself up for any committees, any classes, or anything requiring a schedule.

My first day of retirement came at last! I cooked a great breakfast for my wife and me, leisurely read the paper, cleaned a bit of the house, and wrote a few letters to friends. On the second day, I cooked breakfast, read the paper… On the third day, … This is retirement? I tried to tell myself that it was just the transition(过渡), that those golden moments were right round the corner, and that I would enjoy them soon enough. But something was missing.

A former colleague asked a favor. A group of students was going to Jamaica to work with children in the poorest neighborhoods. Would I interrupt my newfound “happiness” and return to the students, just this once? One trip. That’s all. My bags were packed and by the door.

The trip was very inspiring. I was moved not only by the poverty I saw but also by the sense of responsibility of the young people on the trip. When I returned home, I offered to work one day a week with a local youth organization. The experience was so positive that I was soon volunteering nearly full-time, working with students across North America to assist them in their voluntary work.

Now, it seems, the tables have turned. Some days I am the teacher, other days I am the student. These young people have reawakened my commitment(责任感) to social justice issues by challenging me to learn more about the situation in the world today, where people are still poor and suffer because of greed, corruption and war. Most important, they have given me the opportunity to continue to participate in helping to find solutions. In return, I help them do their charitable projects overseas. I’ve gone from running one school to helping oversee the construction of schools in twenty-one countries!

What did the writer expect to do after he retired?

A. To write some great books.                           B. To stay away from busy schedules.

C. To teach his grandchildren.                            D. To plan for his future.

Why did the writer decide to go to Jamaica?

A. He wasn’t satisfied with his retired life.   B. He couldn’t refuse his colleague’s favor.

C. He was concerned about the people there.       D. He missed his students in that country.

The underlined part “the tables have turned” (Paragraph 5) most probably means that the writer ______.

A. improved the situation in his school        B. felt happy to work with students again

C. changed his attitude toward his retirement       D. became a learner rather than a teacher

What does the writer think of his retired life now?

A. Meaningful.               B. Troublesome.        C. Relaxing.            D. Disappointing.

            Being the head of a high school for many years, I grew tired of budget meetings, fundingcuts, and many other administrative chores and started to dream of retirement．Sitting in trafficon a weekday morning, I would find my mind wandering．I would imagine spending time withmy grandchildren, quiet evenings with my wife, traveling, or rediscovering some great books．Itold myself that I wouldn't sign myself up for any committees, any classes, or anythingrequiring a schedule．

My first day of retirement came at last! I cooked a great breakfast for my wife and me,leisurely read the paper, cleaned a bit of the house, and wrote a few letters to friends．On thesecond day, I cooked breakfast, read the paper …On the third day, ...This is retirement? Itried to tell myself that it was just the transition, that those golden moments were right roundthe corner, and that I would enjoy them soon enough．But something was missing．

A former colleague asked a favor．A group of students was going to Jamaica to work withchildren in the poorest neighbourhood．Would I interrupt my newfound "happiness" and returnto the students, just this once? One trip．That's all．My bags were packed and by the door．

The trip was very inspiring．I was moved not only by the poverty I saw but also by thesense of responsibility of the young people on the trip．When I returned home, I offered to workone day a week with a local youth organization．The experience was so positive that I was soonvolunteering nearly full-time, working with students across North America to assist them intheir voluntary work．

Now，it seems, the tables have turned ．Some days I am the teacher, other days I am thestudent．These young people have reawakened my commitment to social justice issues bychallenging me to learn more about the situation in the world today, where people are still poorand suffer because of greed, corruption and war．Most importantly, they have given me theopportunity to continue to participate in helping to find solutions．In return, I help them do theircharitable projects overseas．I've gone from running one school to helping oversee theconstruction of schools in twenty-one countries!

1.What did the writer expect to do after he retired?

2.Why did the writer decide to go to Jamaica?

3.The underlined part "the tables have turned" （Paragraph 5 ） means that thewriter  ．

4.What does the writer think of his retired life now?