My heart sank when the man at the immigration counter gestured to the back room. I was born and raised in America, and this was Miami, where I live, but they weren’t quite ready to let me in yet.

　 “Please wait in here, Ms. Abujaber,” the immigration officer said. My husband, with his very American last name, accompanied me. He was getting used to this. The same thing had happened recently in Canada when I’d flown to Montreal to speak at a book event. That time they held me for 45 minutes. Today we were returning from a literary festival in Jamaica, and I was shocked that I was being sent “in back” once again.

　　The officer behind the counter called me up and said, “Miss, your name looks like the name of someone who’s on our wanted list. We’re going to have to check you out with Washington.”

　　“How long will it take?”

　　“Hard to say…a few minutes,” he said, “We’ll call you when we’re ready for you.” After an hour, Washington still hadn’t decided anything about me.

“Isn’t this computerized?” I asked at the counter, “Can’t you just look me up?”

“Just a few more minutes,” they assured me.

　　After an hour and a half, I pulled my cell phone out to call the friends I was supposed to meet that evening. An officer rushed over. “No phones!” he said, “For all we know you could be calling a terrorist cell and giving them information.”

　　“I’m just a university professor,” I said. My voice came out in a squeak.

　　“Of course you are. And we take people like you out of here in leg irons every day.”

　　I put my phone away.

　　My husband and I were getting hungry and tired. Whole families had been brought into the waiting room, and the place was packed with excitable children, exhausted parents, and even a flight attendant.

　　I wanted to scream, to jump on a chair and shout: “I’m an American citizen; a novelist; I probably teach English literature to your children.”

After two hours in detention (扣押), I was approached by one of the officers. “You’re free to go,” he said. No explanation or apologies. For a moment, neither of us moved. We were still in shock. Then we leaped to our feet.

　　“Oh, one more thing,” he handed me a tattered photocopy with an address on it, “If you aren’t happy with your treatment, you can write to this agency.”

　　“Will they respond?” I asked.

　　“I don’t know—I don’t know of anyone who’s ever written to them before.” Then he added,” By the way, this will probably keep happening each time you travel internationally.”

　　“What can I do to keep it from happening again?”

　　He smiled the empty smile we’d seen all day, “Absolutely nothing.”

　　After telling several friends about our ordeal, probably the most frequent advice I’ve heard in response is to change my name. Twenty years ago, my own graduate school writing professor advised me to write under a pen name so that publishers wouldn’t stick me in what he called “the ethnic ghetto”—a separate, secondary shelf in the bookstore. But a name is an integral part of anyone’s personal and professional identity—just like the town you’re born in and the place where you’re raised.

　　Like my father, I’ll keep the name, but my airport experience has given me a whole new perspective on what diversity and tolerance are supposed to mean. I had no idea that being an American would ever be this hard.

1.The author was held at the airport because ______.

A. she and her husband returned from Jamaica

B. her name was similar to a terrorist’s

C. she had been held in Montreal

D. she had spoken at a book event

2.She was not allowed to call her friends because ______.

A. her identity hadn’t been confirmed yet

B. she had been held for only one hour and a half

C. there were other families in the waiting room

D. she couldn’t use her own cell phone

3.We learn from the passage that the author would ______ to prevent similar experience from happening again.

A. write to the agency?????????? B. change her name??

C. avoid traveling abroad??????? D. do nothing

4.Her experiences indicate that there still exists ______ in the US.

A. hatred???????????????????? B. discrimination?????

C. tolerance?????????????????? D. diversity

5.The author sounds ______ in the last paragraph.

A. impatient?? B. bitter???????? C. worried??????????? D. ironic (具有讽刺意味的)

　It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80s came to the
hospital .I heard him saying to the nurse that he was in a hurry for an appointment(约会)at 9:30.
The nurse had him take a 21 in the waiting area, 22 him it would be at least 40 minutes 23 someone would be able to see him. I saw him 24 his watch and decided，
because I was 25 busy—my patient didn’t come at the appointed hour. I examined
the man’s wound .While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment.
The gentleman said no and told me that he 26 to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his 27 . He told me that she had been 28 for a while and that she had a special disease. I asked if she would be 29 if he was a bit late. He answered that his wife　no longer knew who he was, that she had not been able to 30 him for five years now. I was 31 , and asked him，“And you 32 go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?”
　 He smiled and said．“She doesn’t know me but I know who she is” I had to hold back my 33 as he left.
Now I 34 that in marriages，true love is acceptance of all that is. The happiest people don’t have the best of everything；they just make the best of everything they have . 35 isn’t about how to live through the storm，but how to dance in the rain.
21. A breath　 　　　　　　 B. test　 　　　　　　　　　　 C seat 　　　　　　　　 D break
22. A persuading　 　　　　　　 B promising　 　　 C understanding　　 D telling
23. A if　 　　　　　　　　　 B before　 　　　　 C since　 　　　　　 D after
24. A taking off　 　　　 B．fixing　 　　　　 C looking at 　　　 D winding
25. A very　 　　　　　　　 B also　 　　　　　　　 C seldom 　　　　　 D not

26. A needed　　　　　　　　 B forgot　　　　　　　 C agreed　　　　　　　 D happened
27. A daughter　 　　　　 B wife　 　　　　　　　　　　 C mother 　　　　　　 D sister
28. A. late　 　　　　　　　 B well　 　　　　　　　 C around 　　　　　 D. there
29. A lonely　 　　　　　　 B worried　 　　　　 C doubtful 　　　　　 D hungry
30. A recognize　 　　　　 B answer　 　　　　 C believe 　　　　　　 D expect
31. A moved　 　　　　　　 B disappointed　 　 C surprised 　 　　　 D satisfied
32. A only　 　　　　　　　 B. then　 　　　　　　 C. thus 　　　　　　　 D still
33. A curiosity　 　　　　 B tears　 　　　　　　 C words　 　　　　　 D judgment

34 A realize 　　　 B suggest　 　　C hope 　　　　　D prove
35. A Adventure　 　　　 B Beauty　 　　　　　 C Trust 　　　　　　　　　　 D Life

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阅读下面短文， 掌握其大意， 然后从1～25各题所给的四个选项中， 选出一个最佳答案．

　“You can have the 　1　neighbours for years,” the old man said． “You love them; 　2　you think you love them． And you 　3　that they love you． But do you ever really 　4　them?”

　“Charlie Kemp and his family lived next door to me for fifteen years． We were good friends for all that time． I enjoy 　5　I am　6　it's the best thing in the world． And good relationship with the Kemps was 　7　it． Because they seemed to 　8　it． ”

　“They were intersting and clever people, but they were always in some sort of 　9　． It was usually 　10　or accident, but there were other things too． For example, their house caught fire twice; and twice the whole family 　11　in mine． They were always 　12　things?—money, keys, a watch, a camera． Pictures 　13　the walls;the children fell out of their beds… I used to 　14　in the mornings and think: What will 　15　to them today? ”

　“I was their friend 　16　their neighbour． Life was always interesting, but never 　17　． Best of 　18　, I liked the whole family．”

　“One late autumn morning I lit a 　19　in order to burn the collected 　20　leaves． After a time Charlie Kemp came out of his house and walked up the road． Morning Charlie,  I said．Lovely day, 　21　?”

　“He smiled at me and 　22　． I went on with my work．”

　“Twenty minutes later a 　23　arrived． He walked into my graden and said: you have to put that fire out． You neighbour has 　24　to us． He doesn't like the 　25　．”

　“My neighbour- I asked．”

　“Yes．The police took out his notebook and read． Charles Kemp． He lives next door, doesn't he ? ”