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)

Listening to music can help me focus better. Since I discovered it two years ago，I've used music to get through boring work or to focus creatively. I've found that it can make even the dullest jobs enjoyable and help clear mental blocks to creativity.
I first noticed the good effects of music while playing video games. It was a few days before Christmas in 2005 and I was playing online video games. My parents had just given me a new MP3，so I decided to listen to music through the headphones while I played. After a few minutes I noticed a great change in my style of play. I was playing more naturally. The music relaxed me，and，to a certain extent，distracted me from the game，allowing my subconscious(潜意识的)talent to come through. The music also helped me block out the outside world. With those headphones on I was like a machine，moving from one task to the next without unnecessary thoughts or actions.  
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Listening to music with relaxing rhythms and a positive message helps you forget your work and think happy thoughts. But the results you see will depend heavily on your personal tastes. Experiment with the types of music you listen to during certain tasks. By trial and error you'll finally discover your best choice.
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【小题1】We can infer that the passage was written in ________.

There are five pairs, but I'm at a loss which _____ to buy.?

　　A. to be chosen   B. to choose from?  C. to choose   D. for choosing

—Did you remember to give Jenny the money?
—Yes. ________ I saw her, I'm sure.

第二节：完形填空(共20小题；每小题l.5分，满分30分) 阅读下面短文掌握其大意，然后从各题所给的四个选项（A、B、C和D）中，选出最佳选项。
I don’t remember when it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. But it    36    annoy me, for    37   felt work-worn and rough against my young skin.    38   , one night, I shouted out at her, “Don’t do that anymore — your hands are too rough!” She didn’t say anything in    39  . But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar    40    of her love. Lying awake long afterward, my words stuck to me. But pride kept my conscience back, and I didn’t tell her I was    41  .
Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts    42    to that night. By then I missed my mother’s hands, missed her goodnight kiss upon my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very    43  , sometimes far away. But always it hid in the back of my    44   .
Well, the years have passed, and I’m not a little girl any more. Mom is    45    her mid-seventies and those hands I once thought to be so rough are    46   doing things for me and my family. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world, gets stains out of blue jeans and still    47    on dishing out ice cream at any hour of the day or night. Through the years, my mother’s hands have put in countless hours of labor.
Now, my own children are grown and gone. Mom no longer has Dad, and on special occasions, I find myself drawn next door to    48    the night with her. So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my    49  , a familiar hand hesitantly stole    50    my face to brush the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my eyebrow.
In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night, when my young voice    51   ,　“Don’t do that anymore — your hands are too rough!” Catching Mom’s hand in hand, I spoke out how sorry I was    52   that night. I thought she’d remember,    53    I did. But Mom didn’t know what I was talking about. She had forgotten — and forgiven — long ago.
That night, I fell asleep with a new    54    for my gentle mother and her    55   hands.
36． A. had          B. did        C.would              D . will
37． A. they         B. What      C.them         D. that
38． A. However     B. Later      C.Unluckily     D. Finally
39． A. Order        B. time      C.reply         D. return
40． A. expression          B. signal     C.impression     D. mean
41． A. sad          B. sorry      C.stupid         D. tired
42． A. adopted       B. hurried       C.returned       D. adjusted
43． A. close         B. serious          C.deep          D. clear
44． A. head         B. mind      C.brain         D. thought
45． A. at            B. on         C.to             D. in
46． A. still         B. already       C.almost          D. even
47． A. insists         B. sticks     C.puts          D. takes
48． A. stay         B. pay        C.spend         D. spare
49． A. youth              B. son        C.daughter       D. father
50． A. over         B. Across    C.through        D. on
51． A. argued        B. Talked    C.explained      D. complained
52． A. to            B. At        C.in             D. for
53． A. when              B. As         C.so             D. since
54． A. understanding  B. connection  C. appreciation     D. relation
55． A. old          B. Caring          C. ugly         D. tiring