I’m       you; I expected you to win the game.

  A. disappoint at                   B. disappointed in

C. disappoint in                       D. disappointing to

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科目:高中英語 來源:廣東省湛江第二中學2009-2010學年高二下學期期末考試試題(英語 題型:填空題


V. 信息匹配:(共5題,每小題2分,共10分)
閱讀下列短文及相關(guān)信息,并按照要求匹配信息:

A.When I take notes I always rewrite them. I also add things as I go, especially from the readings that I feel are important. This helps me remember things better and as I look things up in the text and add notes, it brings a deeper understanding of the material.
B.When I have to learn a new word, I write down the word and its meaning in the back of my notebook. Then I make sure to use the word at least 7 times in the next week. I put a check next to the word each time I use it to be sure. This way I can remember that word better.
C.I sit in the front of the classroom. That way there are no distractions between me and the teacher. The further back you sit, the more kids there are in front of you who can distract you.
D.I watch my teachers carefully for clues about what’s most important. Some start moving around a lot, some raise their voice, and some start moving their hands about. When this happens, I write down what they’re saying in my notebook.
E. Here are some tips on how to create a good study environment: Find a place to study and keep it for study only. Tool-up the environment with all study needs. Control the noise level at acceptable levels. Avoid relaxing while working.
F. When I work on math problems, I write each step as I do it. This makes me think carefully about what I am doing. If the answer doesn’t seem right, I can go back through the steps I wrote to see where I went wrong.
閱讀下列學習方面的問題,并與上面的經(jīng)驗相匹配。
51. I love learning new words, but I’m confused about how to remember them well. Whenever I meet a new word, I look it up in the dictionary for its meaning and write it down. However, a few days later, I’ll forget what the word means. It’s really a headache.
52. I can’t concentrate on what the teacher says in class. I sit at the back of the classroom. What the students in the front row do always attracts my attention. I’m wondering if anyone else has the same problem.
53.  It’s impossible to write down everything the teacher says in my notebook. I have been told to take down the important points, but how can I tell which points are important?
54. I take good notes in class. I’m curious to know how to make good use of these notes to improve my understanding. I’m often confused about how to deal with the notes.
55. I enjoy studying at home at night or over the weekend. But sometimes I just can’t focus. I think it’s the study environment that makes me not feel like studying. Who can tell me how to improve the study environment?

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Dear Guys,

 I’d like to talk to you about the shame you subjected me to last night. Let me first refresh your memory: You, a group of fit, young men, were playing soccer on the field across from my apartment building. I, a better-than-average looking young woman, was walking along the sidewalk with my groceries. That’s when your ball came flying over the fence and landed in front of me.

One of you approached and asked politely if I would throw the ball back to you. Fighting the urge to drop my bags and run screaming down the street, I reluctantly (勉強地) agreed.

Before I continue, let me explain something that I didn’t have a chance to mention last night: I hate sports. More specifically, I hate sports involving balls. This results from my lack of natural ability when it comes to throwing, catching and hitting. I’m bad at aiming too. So you can understand why I’d be nervous at what I’m sure seemed to you like a laughably simple request.

However, wanting to appear agreeable, I put my bags down, picked up the ball and, eyes half-shut, threw it as hard as I could.

It hit the middle of the fence and bounced back to me.

Trying to act casually, I said something about being out of practice, then picked up the ball again. If you’ll remember, at your command, I agreed to try throwing underhand. While outwardly I was smiling, in my head, I was praying, Oh God, oh please oh please oh please. I threw the ball upward with all my strength, terrified by what happened next.

The ball hit slightly higher up on the fence and bounced back to me.

This is the point where I start to take issue with you. Wouldn’t it have been a better use of your time, and mine, if you had just walked around the fence and took the ball then? I was clearly struggling; my smiles were more and more forced. And yet, you all just stood there, motionless.

Seeing that you weren’t going to let me out of the trouble, I became desperate. Memories of middle school softball came flooding back. I tried hard to throw the ball but it only went about eight feet, then I decided to pick it up and dash with ball in hand towards the baseline, while annoyed thirteen-year-old boys screamed at me that I was ruining their lives. Children are cruel.

Being a big girl now, I pushed those memories aside and picked up the soccer ball for the third time. I forced a good-natured laugh while crying inside as you patiently shouted words of support over the fence at me.

“Throw it granny-style!” one of you said.

“Just back up a little and give it all you’ve got!” another offered.

And, most embarrassing of all, “You can do it!”

I know you thought you were being encouraging, but it only served to deepen the shame.

Anyway, I accepted your ball-throwing advice, backed up, rocked back and forth a little, took a deep breath and let it fly.

It hit the edge of the fence and bounced back to me.

I surprised myself-and I’m sure you as well-by letting out a cry, “DAMN IT!!!” I then willed myself to have a heart attack and pass out in front of you just so I’d be put out of my misery.

Alas, the heart attack didn’t happen, and you continued to look at me expectantly, like you were content to do this all night. I had become a sort of exhibition for you. I could feel your collective thoughts drifting through the chain-link: “Can she really not do it? But I mean, really?”

Unfortunately for you, I wasn’t really game to continue your experiment. Three failed attempts at a simple task in front of a group of people in a two-minute period was just enough blow for me for one night. I picked up the ball one last time, approached the fence and grumbled, “Please just come get the damn ball.”

And you did. And thanks to you, I decided at that very moment to never throw anything ever again, except disrespectful glances at people who play sports.

Sincerely, Jen Cordery

1.The writer agreed to throw the ball because ______.

A. she needed to have a relax carrying the heavy groceries

B. she wanted to refresh her childhood memories

C. she could not refuse the polite request from the young man

D. she had fallen in love with the young man at first sight

2.Why did the writer mention her middle school memory?

A. To explain why she failed the attempts to throw the ball back.

B. To complain that she had not mastered the ball throwing skills.

C. To show how cruel those 13-year-old boys were.

D. To express her dislike towards softball.

3.What the boys said before the writer’s third attempt actually made the writer _______.

A. inspired                B. encouraged             C. embarrassed                  D. depressed

4.What happened to the ball at last?

A. The writer managed to throw the ball back.

B. The boy got the ball back by himself.

C. The writer threw the ball away out of anger.

D. The boys got angry and left without the ball.

 

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He came into the room to shut the windows while we were still in bed and I saw he looked ill. He was shivering, his face was white, and he walked slowly as though it ached to move.

"What's the matter, Schatz?"

"I've got a headache."

"You better go back to bed."

"No. I'm all right."

"You go to bed. I'll see you when I'm dressed."

But when I came downstairs he was dressed, sitting by the fire, looking a very sick and miserable boy of nine years. When I put my hand on his forehead I knew he had a fever.

"You go up to bed," I said, "You're sick."

"I'm all right," he said.

When the doctor came he took the boy's temperature.

"What's is it?" I asked him.

"One hundred and two."

Downstairs, the doctor left three different medicines in different colored capsules(膠囊) with instructions for giving them. One was to bring down the fever, another a purgative(瀉藥), the third to overcome an acid condition. The germs of influenza(流感)can only exist in an acid condition, he explained. He seemed to know all about influenza and said there was nothing to worry about if the fever did not go above one hundred and four degrees. This was a light epidemic(傳染;傳染性的) of flu and there was no danger if you avoided pneumonia(肺炎).

Back in the room I wrote the boy's temperature down and made a note of the time to give the various capsules.

"Do you want me to read to you?"

"All right. If you want to, " said the boy. His face was very white and there were dark areas under his eyes. He lay still in the bed and seemed very detached(超然的;冷漠的)from what was going on.

I read aloud from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates(海盜);but I could see he was not following what I was reading.

"How do you feel, Schatz?" I asked him.

"Just the same, so far," he said.

I sat at the foot of the bed and read to myself while I waited for it to be time to give another capsule. It would have been natural for him to go to sleep, but when I looked up he was looking at the foot of the bed, looking very strangely.

"Why don't you try to sleep? I'll wake you up for the medicine."

"I'd rather stay awake."

After a while he said to me, "You don't have to stay in here with me, Papa, if it bothers you."

"It doesn't bother me."

"No, I mean you don't have to stay if it's going to bother you."

I thought perhaps he was a little lightheaded and after giving him the prescribed capsules at eleven o'clock I went out with my gun and the young hunting dog….I killed two quail(鵪鶉), and missed five, and started back pleased to have found a covey of quail close to the house and happy there were so many left to find on another day.

At the house they said the boy had refused to let anyone come into the room.

"You can't come in," he said. "You mustn't get what I have."

I went up to him and found him in exactly the position I had left him, white-faced, but with the tops of his cheeks flushed(發(fā)紅)by the fever, staring still, as he had stared, at the foot of the bed.

I took his temperature.

"What is it?"

"Something like a hundred," I said. It was one hundred and two and four tenths.

"It was a hundred and two," he said.

"Who said so?"

"The doctor."

"Your temperature is all right," I said. "It's nothing to worry about."

"I don't worry," he said, "but I can't keep from thinking."

"Don't think," I said. "Just take it easy."

"I'm taking it easy," he said and looked straight ahead, He was evidently holding tight onto himself about something.

"Take this with water."

"Do you think it will do any good?"

"Of course it will."

I sat down and opened the Pirate book and began to read, but I could see he was not following, so I stopped.

"About what time do you think I'm going to die?" he asked.

"What?"

"About how long will it be before I die?"

"You aren't going to die. What's the matter with you? "

"Oh, yes, I am, I heard him say a hundred and two."

"People don't die with a fever of one hundred and two. That's a silly way to talk."

"I know they do. At school in France the boys told me you can't live with forty-four degrees. I've got a hundred and two."

He had been waiting to die all day, ever since nine o'clock in the morning.

"You poor Schatz," I said. "Poor old Schatz. It's like miles and kilometers. You aren't going to die. That's different thermometer(溫度計). On that thermometer thirty-seven is normal. On this kind it's ninety-eight."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," I said, "It's like miles and kilometers. You know, like how many kilometers we make when we do seventy miles in the car?"

"Oh," he said.

But his gaze at the foot of the bed relaxed slowly. The hold over himself relaxed too, finally, and the next day it was very slack(松馳的) and he cried very easily at little things that were of no importance.

1.The author writes about the doctor’s visit in order to _____.

A. show the doctor’s knowledge about influenza and its treatment

B. show the boy’s illness was quite serious

C. create a situation of misunderstanding around which to build a story

D. show the father was very much concerned about the boy’s illness

2.The pronoun “it” in “Papa, if it bothers you” (line 41) refers to _____.

A. the boy’s high temperature

B. the father giving the medicine to the boy

C. the father staying with the boy

D. the boy’s death

3.It can be inferred from the story that it is _____ by the time the father gets home from hunting.

A. early in the afternoon                            B. close to evening

C. at noon                                                      D. late in the morning

4.From the story we know that the boy kept tight control over himself because _____.

A. he did not want to be a bother to others

B. he wanted to recover quickly so that he could go hunting with his father

C. he was afraid that he would die if he lost control over himself

D. he thought he was going to die and he must show courage in the face of death

5.That the boy cried very easily at little things of no importance the next day suggests that _____.

A. he couldn’t control his emotions when he finally relaxed

B. his father would go out hunting without him if he didn’t cry

C. something went wrong with his brain after the fever

D. he often complained about unimportant things as a spoiled boy

6.The theme of the story is _____.

A. death is something beyond a child’s comprehension

B. to be calm and controlled in the face of death is a mark of courage

C. misunderstanding can occur even between father and son

D. misunderstanding can sometimes lead to an unexpected effect

 

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Dear Guys,

I’d like to talk to you about the shame you subjected me to last night. Let me first refresh your memory: You, a group of fit, young men, were playing soccer on the field across from my apartment building. I, a better-than-average looking young woman, was walking along the sidewalk with my groceries. That’s when your ball came flying over the fence and landed in front of me.

One of you approached and asked politely if I would throw the ball back to you. Fighting the urge to drop my bags and run screaming down the street, I reluctantly (勉強地) agreed.

Before I continue, let me explain something that I didn’t have a chance to mention last night: I hate sports. More specifically, I hate sports involving balls. This results from my lack of natural ability when it comes to throwing, catching and hitting. I’m bad at aiming too. So you can understand why I’d be nervous at what I’m sure seemed to you like a laughably simple request.

However, wanting to appear agreeable, I put my bags down, picked up the ball and, eyes half-shut, threw it as hard as I could.

It hit the middle of the fence and bounced back to me.

Trying to act casually, I said something about being out of practice, then picked up the ball again. If you’ll remember, at your command, I agreed to try throwing underhand. While outwardly I was smiling, in my head, I was praying, Oh God, oh please oh please oh please. I threw the ball upward with all my strength, terrified by what happened next.

The ball hit slightly higher up on the fence and bounced back to me.

This is the point where I start to take issue with you. Wouldn’t it have been a better use of your time, and mine, if you had just walked around the fence and took the ball then? I was clearly struggling; my smiles were more and more forced. And yet, you all just stood there, motionless.

Seeing that you weren’t going to let me out of the trouble, I became desperate. Memories of middle school softball came flooding back. I tried hard to throw the ball but it only went about eight feet, then I decided to pick it up and dash with ball in hand towards the baseline, while annoyed thirteen-year-old boys screamed at me that I was ruining their lives. Children are cruel.

Being a big girl now, I pushed those memories aside and picked up the soccer ball for the third time. I forced a good-natured laugh while crying inside as you patiently shouted words of support over the fence at me.

“Throw it granny-style!” one of you said.

“Just back up a little and give it all you’ve got!” another offered.

And, most embarrassing of all, “You can do it!”

I know you thought you were being encouraging, but it only served to deepen the shame.

Anyway, I accepted your ball-throwing advice, backed up, rocked back and forth a little, took a deep breath and let it fly.

It hit the edge of the fence and bounced back to me.

I surprised myself-and I’m sure you as well-by letting out a cry, “DAMN IT!!!” I then willed myself to have a heart attack and pass out in front of you just so I’d be put out of my misery.

Alas, the heart attack didn’t happen, and you continued to look at me expectantly, like you were content to do this all night. I had become a sort of exhibition for you. I could feel your collective thoughts drifting through the chain-link: “Can she really not do it? But I mean, really?”

Unfortunately for you, I wasn’t really game to continue your experiment. Three failed attempts at a simple task in front of a group of people in a two-minute period was just enough blow for me for one night. I picked up the ball one last time, approached the fence and grumbled, “Please just come get the damn ball.”

And you did. And thanks to you, I decided at that very moment to never throw anything ever again, except disrespectful glances at people who play sports.

Sincerely, Jen Cordery

1.The writer agreed to throw the ball because ______.

A. she needed to have a relax carrying the heavy groceries

B. she wanted to refresh her childhood memories

C. she could not refuse the polite request from the young man

D. she had fallen in love with the young man at first sight

2.Why did the writer mention her middle school memory?

A. To explain why she failed the attempts to throw the ball back.

B. To complain that she had not mastered the ball throwing skills.

C. To show how cruel those 13-year-old boys were.

D. To express her dislike towards softball.

3. What the boys said before the writer’s third attempt actually made the writer _______.

A. inspired                B. encouraged             C. embarrassed                  D. depressed

4.What happened to the ball at last?

A. The writer managed to throw the ball back.

B. The boy got the ball back by himself.

C. The writer threw the ball away out of anger.

D. The boys got angry and left without the ball.

 

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科目:高中英語 來源:廣東省20092010學年高二下學期期末考試試題(英語) 題型:信息匹配

V. 信息匹配:(共5題,每小題2分,共10分)

閱讀下列短文及相關(guān)信息,并按照要求匹配信息:

A.When I take notes I always rewrite them. I also add things as I go, especially from the readings that I feel are important. This helps me remember things better and as I look things up in the text and add notes, it brings a deeper understanding of the material.

B.When I have to learn a new word, I write down the word and its meaning in the back of my notebook. Then I make sure to use the word at least 7 times in the next week. I put a check next to the word each time I use it to be sure. This way I can remember that word better.

C.I sit in the front of the classroom. That way there are no distractions between me and the teacher. The further back you sit, the more kids there are in front of you who can distract you.

D.I watch my teachers carefully for clues about what’s most important. Some start moving around a lot, some raise their voice, and some start moving their hands about. When this happens, I write down what they’re saying in my notebook.

E. Here are some tips on how to create a good study environment: Find a place to study and keep it for study only. Tool-up the environment with all study needs. Control the noise level at acceptable levels. Avoid relaxing while working.

F. When I work on math problems, I write each step as I do it. This makes me think carefully about what I am doing. If the answer doesn’t seem right, I can go back through the steps I wrote to see where I went wrong.

閱讀下列學習方面的問題,并與上面的經(jīng)驗相匹配。

51. I love learning new words, but I’m confused about how to remember them well. Whenever I meet a new word, I look it up in the dictionary for its meaning and write it down. However, a few days later, I’ll forget what the word means. It’s really a headache.

52. I can’t concentrate on what the teacher says in class. I sit at the back of the classroom. What the students in the front row do always attracts my attention. I’m wondering if anyone else has the same problem.

53.  It’s impossible to write down everything the teacher says in my notebook. I have been told to take down the important points, but how can I tell which points are important?

54. I take good notes in class. I’m curious to know how to make good use of these notes to improve my understanding. I’m often confused about how to deal with the notes.

55. I enjoy studying at home at night or over the weekend. But sometimes I just can’t focus. I think it’s the study environment that makes me not feel like studying. Who can tell me how to improve the study environment?

 

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