School was over and I was both mentally and physically tired. I sat at the very front of the bus because of my   16 to get home. Sitting at the front makes you  17 out like a shiny coin in a pile of dull pennies.
Janie, the driver, tries to break the  18 atmosphere by striking the match of   194 .
I try to mind my manners and   20 listen, but usually I am too busy thinking about my day. On this day,   21 , her conversation was worth listening to.
“My father's sick,” she said to no one in  22 . I could see the anxiety and fear in her eyes. With a sudden change of attitude and interest, I asked,“What's wrong with him?"
With her eyes wet and her voice tight from  23 the tears, she responded,“Heart trouble.”Her eyes lowered as she  24 . “I've already lost my mum, so I don't think I can stand losing him.”
I couldn't respond. I was  25 . My heart ached for her. I sat on the old, smelly seat thinking of the great  26 my own mother was thrown into when her father died. I saw how hard it was,   27 still is, for her. I wouldn't like anyone to go  28 that.
Suddenly I realized Janie wasn't only a bus driver. That was  29 her job. She had a whole world of family and concerns too. I had never thought of her as  30 but a driver.
I suddenly felt very  31 . I realized I had only thought of people as  32 as what their purposes were in my life. I paid no attention to Janie because she was a bus driver. I had judged her by her job and brushed her off as  33 .
For all I know, I'm just another person in  34 else's world, and may not even be important. I  35 not have been so selfish and self-centered. Everyone has places to go, people to see and appointments (約會) to keep. Understanding people is an art.

My husband has always had a huge affection for older people and has helped out several elderly friends in the past. Mr. Dave   16   the same lake as my husband John for over 15 years．A friendship   17  but when Mrs. Dave died five years ago, it left Mr. Dave   18  . So John took Mr. Dave fishing with him every time he went. Mr. Dave was very   19  for 80 years old and never tired of being with John．
A few years later Mr. Dave had a stroke(中風(fēng))that paralyzed(麻痹)his right side．He lost his speech and was   20  a nursing home. Restricted to his bed and unable to  21 , Mr. Dave began to suffer from   22 .
This almost broke John’s heart. He finally got   23  from the nursing home to take Mr. Dave out for a ride．They were both   24   to be together again but it was very painful for Mr. Dave to be   25  into John’s truck. Because he was paralyzed on one side. The   26  of that side pulled heavily on his good side．
John had gotten his truck a year earlier, a real cowboy Cadillac,   27  was the truck of his dreams. But one day he   28  it so he could buy a van(廂式貨車)that was  29  for a wheelchair. The van isn’t sporty or fast but it surely   30  Mr. Dave’s pain on their outings.
John has made a   31  fishing rod that Mr. Dave can use,   32  they still go fishing together. Even though Mr. Dave can’t   33 , he has led the nursing home staff to believe John is his son. I don’t know anyone who would   34  their prized possession to help a friend. I hope he can be an example for others to take similar steps to   35   those who are in need.

Some years ago when I was in my first year in college, I heard Salome Bey sing for the first time. The moment was exciting. Salome’s   【小題1】 filled the room and brought the theater to life. I was so   【小題2】  that I decided to write an article about her.
I   【小題3】  Salome Bey, telling her I was from Essence magazine, and that I wanted to meet her to talk about her career. She   【小題4】  and told me to come to her studio next Tuesday. When I hung up, I was scared out of my mind. I   【小題5】  I was lying. I was not a writer at all and hadn’t even written a grocery list.
I interviewed Salome Bey the next Tuesday. I sat there   【小題6】 , taking notes and asking questions that all began with, “Can you tell me…” I soon realized that   【小題7】  Salome Bey was one thing, but writing a story for a national magazine was just impossible. The   【小題8】  was almost unbearable. I struggled for days   【小題9】  draft after draft. Finally I put my manuscript (手稿) into a large envelope and dropped it into a mailbox.
It didn’t take long. My manuscript   【小題10】 . How stupid of me! I thought. How could I   【小題11】  in a world of professional writers? Knowing I couldn’t   【小題12】  the rejection letter, I threw the unopened envelope into a drawer.
Five years later, I was moving to California. While   【小題13】  my apartment, I came across the unopened envelope. This time I opened it and read the editor’s letter in   【小題14】 :
Ms. Profit,
Your story on Salome Bey is fantastic. Yet we need some more relevant materials. Please   【小題15】  those and return the article immediately. We would like to   【小題16】  your story soon.
Shocked, it took me a long time to   【小題17】 . Fear of rejection cost me dearly. I lost at least five hundred dollars and the chance of having my article appear in a major magazine. More importantly, I lost years of   【小題18】  writing. Today, I have become a full-time writer.   【小題19】  this experience, I’ve learned a very important lesson: You can’t   【小題20】  to doubt yourself.

A student went to college after 41__ all his school examinations. There he put his name down for world geography. 42_ after the first day, he did not go to 43_ any more. The teacher noticed that this student was 44_ absent and thought that he had changed to 45 class. He was very 46_ when he saw the boy's name on the list(名單) of students 47_ wanted to take the geography examination 48_ the end of the year.
The teacher had prepared a difficult examination paper, which covered 49 he had taught, and he was eager to see 50 this student answered the questions. He expected that his answers would be very 51_; but when he examined his paper carefully, he found only one small mistake in them. 52_ this surprised him very much, he went through the paper 53_, but was still not able to find 54 one mistake, so he sent 55 the student to question him about his work after the exam..
When the student had 56 the room, the teacher said to him, “I know that you came to my class only once on the first day and that you have been absent from all the others. Yet I have found only one small mistake in your paper. 57_ is that?”
“Oh, I'm sorry about that mistake, sir, ”answered the student. “After the examination, I realized 58 I ought to have written. I would not have made that mistake 59 I had been confused(弄糊涂) by your 60_ lecture.”

Once in Japan there lived two frogs, one of whom made his home near the town of Osaka, while the other lived in Kyoto.  36 , they didn’t know each other. Bothof them liked to see a little of the world: the Kyoto frog wanted to visit Osaka, and the Osaka frog wished to go to Kyoto.
So one morning they  37. However, the journey was more  38  than they had expected, for they didn’t know much about traveling. Half-way between the two towns, at the top of a mountain, the two frogs  39  each other! Soon they fell into  40 .
“What a(n)  41  we are too small, ” said the Osaka frog. “Otherwise, we could see both towns from here, and  42  if it is worth our going on.”
“Oh, that is easily  43 ,” replied the Kyoto frog. “We have only got to stand up on our hind (后面的) legs, and hold on to each other  44  we won’t fall down, and then we can both look at the towns we are  45  to.”
This idea  46  the Osaka frog; he stood up and put his front paws on the  47 of the other frog, who had risen also. There they both stood, stretching themselves as  48  as they could. The Kyoto frog turned his nose towards Osaka, and the Osaka frog, towards Kyoto, but the  49  frogs forgot that when they stood up, their eyes were in the backs of their heads, and that  50  their noses pointed to their destinations, yet their eyes looked at the places  51  which they had come.
“Dear me!” cried the Osaka frog. “Kyoto is  52  like Osaka. It is certainly not worth such a long journey.”
“If I had known that Osaka was only a  53  of Kyoto I should never have traveled all this way,”  54  the frog from Kyoto. Then they started off for their  55  again.

That holiday morning I didn’t have to attend school. Usually, on holidays, Mother   36  me to sleep in. And I would certainly take full advantage of it. On this particular morning,  ___37___,I felt like getting up early.
I stood by my window overlooking the ___38___, having nothing better to do. But as it turned out, I was soon to learn about something ___39___ in life.
As I watched several people go by, get into their cars and go off, I ___40___ an old man on a bicycle with a bucket on its ___41___ and a basket rags and bottles on its back-carriage. He ___42___ from one car to another, washing and cleaning them. From the water on the ground, it seemed that he had already ___43___ washing and cleaning about a dozen or more cars. He must have begun to work quite early in the morning.
Several thoughts ___44___my mind as I watched him work. He wasn’t well-dressed. He had on a pair of shorts and a(n) ___45___ T-shirt. The bicycle he rode was not by any means the kind modern ___46___would want to be seen riding on. But he seemed___47___ with life. There he was, working hard at his small business, ___48___ at passers-by and stopping to chat now and then ___49___ elderly men and women on their way to the market nearby.
There was a noticeable touch of___50___ in the way he seemed to be doing things— ___51___the windscreen (擋風(fēng)玻璃), then standing back to admire it; scrubbing (擦凈) the wheels and ___52___, standing back to see what they look like after the scrub.
It was a ___53___ to learn, I felt. At no age need one have to beg for a ___54___if one has good health and is willing to work hard. For a while I felt ___55__ of myself. Young as I am—just sixteen, and there was this old man who must have been usefully engaged perhaps before the sun appeared above the horizon.

Girls are born to imagine, particularly those at the age of seventeen or eighteen.   16 , I was one of them and sometimes I would go to extremes. That was exactly what happened several days ago, causing me great embarrassment.
I was waiting for my train home at the station when a boy   17  at my side. His beautifully-curved face, his fashionable clothing and everything else about him, was so  18  that I just couldn’t help gazing (注視) at him. What was more   19  was that, he was also stealing some   20  at me, which made me blush (臉紅) to the ends of my ears! Still, I tried to be calm and   21  that nothing had happened. However, once again when our eyes met, I could hear my heart   22  wildly, with an inner voice yelling, “Oh, my goodness, he is driving me   23 !” Shortly, I lowered my head to   24  his eyes, but my thoroughly red face had revealed (泄露) 25 .
To my pleasant surprise, my   26  came true this time, as the handsome guy was drawing
  27 ! “Oh, please! Don’t   28 . Look at me. I am so sweaty and sloppy (多情的). Please don’t   29  my telephone number. You know I will give it to you without   30 , and that is so unladylike!” I was still struggling and trembling when he   31  right in front of me. “Excuse me...” he said with a slight hesitation. His voice was so nice, but I wish I had not   32  it, for in the end, he said: “I am sorry, but could you please give me my   33  back? Yours is over there.” Oh, my God! Nothing could have been more   34  when I handed his bag back to him, as shame almost brought me to tears.
From that, I drew a big   35 : never imagine too much if someone gives you a few glances.

I’d been proud that I’d never lost my cellphone until my husband Jack got a call one evening.
We went to visit a friend in hospital last year. When Jack’s  36  rang, it was my mother calling from my  37 . She asked if I had  38  my mobile. I checked my purse. It was  39 !
I used Jack’s phone to call my number. Then a boy, whom I’ll call Rhys,  40  it. “I found your phone!” he said, excitedly. “I have been trying to find you, but  41  it was getting late, I decided to leave.” He gave me the address of a  42  near his home.
Later that evening, I went to  43  him there. I didn’t dare to go  44 , worrying this was some cheater. So Jack came along. After  45  10km, we got to the coffee shop which Rhys  46 .
My  47  were gone. Rhys was just a young boy. “How did you  48  my mum?” I asked. He  49  that when he found my mobile by the roadside, he started calling people in my list of contacts. But all they  50  was my mobile phone number—which didn’t    51 . He’d called many names, starting with the letter A. Finally he got Adam, one of my friends, who  52 my house.
I was  53  to get my phone back with all the contacts, messages and photos I could have lost for ever. I was so  54  to Rhys and offered him some money, but he  55 .
As we drove back, we praised Rhys for his honesty.

I did very badly at school. My headmaster thought I was 1  and when I was 14 he said, “You’re never going to be 2  but a failure.”
After five years of 3  jobs, I fell in love with a very nice middle-class girl. It was the best  4 that could have happened to me. I 5  I wanted to do something positive (積極地) with my life because I wanted to prove to 6  that what people said about me was 7 . Especially her mother, who had said to me, “Let’s 8  it, you’ve failed at everything you’ve ever done.”  So I tried hard with my 9  and went to college. My first novel (小說) 10  while I was at college.
`After college I taught during the 11  in high schools and attended evening classes at London University, where I got a 12 in history. I became a lecturer at a college and was thinking of 13    that job to write full time 14  I was offered a part-time job at Leeds University. I began to feel proud of myself — 15  was a working-class boy who’d 16  school early, now teaching at the university
My writing career (職業(yè)) took off when I discovered my own style. Now I’m rich and 17 , have been on TV, and met lots of film stars. 18  what does it mean? I 19  wish all the people that have put me down had 20 : “I believe in you. You’ll succeed.”

Mr. Hart, a London taxi driver, has a new black taxi. He hurries through the busy   36  every day.
One day when he was having a short rest, a young man jumped into his  37  .
“To the station as 38 as you can,” shouted the man in a very  39  way. “My 40  leaves at three o’clock.”
Mr. Hart did his best, but there was a lot of traffic. At every corner there was a  41 light.
The young man said,” Hurry up, man! I don’t want to  42  my train.”
“And I don’t want to have an  43  ,” replied Mr. Hart quickly.
While he was  44 , Mr. Hart suddenly recognized the man’s  45 . He was a 46 . The police were looking for him. His picture was in the  47  that he read.
Mr. Hart raced through the streets and  48  through red lights. Soon there was a police car  49  him. Mr. Hart raced on until he  50  the station. He stopped in front of the station at two minutes  51  three. The young man quickly jumped out of the taxi, and ran into the station.
“  52 !” cried Mr. Hart. At the moment the police car stopped, too. “Quick! He is the thief!” shouted Mr. Hart. Two policeman  53  into the station. Three minutes later they  54  with the young man.
“Well  55 !” a policeman said to Mr. Hart as they were taking the thief to the police car.