I remember being a student teacher in1974, sitting for two weeks in the back of my cooperating teacher′s classroomwatching her teach carefully before I had my chance to try. Her lessons flowed 16from beginning to end, leading me to believe that teaching would be easy. Iremember how 17 I was the first time I stood in front of25 ninth-graders and attempted to teach them Spanish.My lesson wasn′t awful, but it was far fromgraceful and 18. Teaching is a highly complex 19 and only the teacher who is veryskilled can make it appear so simple.How do effective teachers 20 the skillsthat make their lessons appear easy and appropriate for all students in theclass? 21 , a lot can be learnedfrom attending university classes, 22 conferences and workshops, readingprofessional literature,23 experienced teachers, discussing 24 and ideas with others and, ofcourse, reflecting 25 one′s own teaching. However, some of the most importantlessons that teachers learn do not come from these standard 26 --they come fromthe students themselves.Most students are probably not aware of theimportant role they 27 in the training of teachers. However, to the wiseteacher, the classroom is a 28 in which various approaches and strategies are29 and refined and in which students communicate, in clear as well as subtleways, whether a lesson was a success, a failure, or 30 in between.第20题选A.develop B.require C.increase D.stimulate
I remember being a student teacher in1974, sitting for two weeks in the back of my cooperating teacher′s classroomwatching her teach carefully before I had my chance to try. Her lessons flowed 16from beginning to end, leading me to believe that teaching would be easy. Iremember how 17 I was the first time I stood in front of25 ninth-graders and attempted to teach them Spanish.
My lesson wasn′t awful, but it was far fromgraceful and 18. Teaching is a highly complex 19 and only the teacher who is veryskilled can make it appear so simple.
How do effective teachers 20 the skillsthat make their lessons appear easy and appropriate for all students in theclass? 21 , a lot can be learnedfrom attending university classes, 22 conferences and workshops, readingprofessional literature,23 experienced teachers, discussing 24 and ideas with others and, ofcourse, reflecting 25 one′s own teaching. However, some of the most importantlessons that teachers learn do not come from these standard 26 --they come fromthe students themselves.
Most students are probably not aware of theimportant role they 27 in the training of teachers. However, to the wiseteacher, the classroom is a 28 in which various approaches and strategies are29 and refined and in which students communicate, in clear as well as subtleways, whether a lesson was a success, a failure, or 30 in between.
第20题选
My lesson wasn′t awful, but it was far fromgraceful and 18. Teaching is a highly complex 19 and only the teacher who is veryskilled can make it appear so simple.
How do effective teachers 20 the skillsthat make their lessons appear easy and appropriate for all students in theclass? 21 , a lot can be learnedfrom attending university classes, 22 conferences and workshops, readingprofessional literature,23 experienced teachers, discussing 24 and ideas with others and, ofcourse, reflecting 25 one′s own teaching. However, some of the most importantlessons that teachers learn do not come from these standard 26 --they come fromthe students themselves.
Most students are probably not aware of theimportant role they 27 in the training of teachers. However, to the wiseteacher, the classroom is a 28 in which various approaches and strategies are29 and refined and in which students communicate, in clear as well as subtleways, whether a lesson was a success, a failure, or 30 in between.
第20题选
A.develop
B.require
C.increase
D.stimulate
B.require
C.increase
D.stimulate
参考解析
解析：考查动词辨析。develop“发展，加强”，require“要求”，increase“增加”，stimulate“刺激”。结合下文可知，教师应该通过各种活动来加强自己的教学技能，故选A。
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阅读下面短文，根据文中意思，从方框中选出恰当的词，并在下面对应题号的横线上写出各单词的完整、正确的形式使短文意义完整。 They, careful, be, fact, take, would, other, stand, what , decideI am eighteen years old this year. I ___66__ a pupil before and now I’m a university student. My mother was my first teacher when I was very little. Then, I had three __67__ teachers in different schools. Now Miss Williams is one of my university teachers.I have never expected that I will be a teacher one day. I am a shy girl and I am afraid of __68__ before many people. I do not know __69__ to say. But I will be a teacher tomorrow! Tomorrow morning!I made this __70__ just two weeks ago. Miss Williams, my English teacher, told me there was a teacher job, just for two weeks in this summer. She asked if I __71__ be interested. I wanted to make some money, so I said ”yes” to her . At once I regretted but it was too late to __72__ my word back.There are about twenty foreign boys and girls in the class. They know very little English. I have__73__ read the book that Williams gave me. Four of the lessons are very simple, in __74__ too simple. I do not know what to do with these few simple words and sentences. I will read the lesson to them, and ask them to read after me, and then ask them to read it___75__. That will be about ten minutes. What shall I do next?66._________67._________68. _________ 69. __________ 70.__________71._________72._________73. _________ 74. __________ 75.__________
AI was in a rush as always, but this time it was for an important date I just couldn’t be late for! I found myself at a checkout counter behind an elderly woman seemingly in no hurry as she paid for her groceries. A PhD student with not a lot of money, I had hurried into the store to pick up some flowers. I was in a huge rush, thinking of my upcoming evening. I did not want to be late for this date.We were in Boston, a place not always known for small conversation between strangers. The woman stopped unloading her basket and looked up at me. She smiled. It was a nice smile-warm and reassuring-and I retuned her gift by smiling back.“Must be a special lady,” whoever it is that will be getting those beautiful flowers,” she said.“Yes, she’s special,” I said, and then to my embarrassment, the words kept coming out. “It’ s only our second date, but somehow I am just having the feeling she’s‘the one ，’”jokingly, I added, “The only problem is that I can’t figure out why she’d want to date a guy like me.”“Well, I think she’s very lucky to have a boyfriend who brings her such lovely flowers and who is obviously in love with her,” the woman said. ”My husband used to bring me flowers every week-even when tines were tough and we didn’t have much money. Those were incredible days; be was very romantic and-of course- I miss him since he’s passed away.”I paid for my flowers as she was gathering up her groceries. There was no doubt in my mind as I walked up to her. I touched her on the shoulder and said “You were right, you know. These flowers are indeed for a very special lady.” I handed the flowers and thanked her for such a nice conversation.It took her a moment to realize that I was giving her the flowers I had just purchased. “You have a wonderful evening,” I said. I left her with a big smile and my heart warmed as I saw her smelling the beautiful flowers.I remember being slightly late for my date that night and telling my girlfriend the above story. A couple of years later, when I finally worked up the courage to ask her to marry me, she told me that this story had helped to seal it for her-that was the night than I won her heart .41．Why was the writer in a hurry that day?A. He was to meet his girlfriend.B. He had to go back to school soon.C. He was delayed by an elderly lady.D. He had to pick up some groceries.
4．I __________my teacher carefully，but l __________nothing．A． listened，listenedB． heard，listened toC．listened to，heardD． listened to，listened
Mary always wanted to be a singer．(11) was the most important part in her life． Un-luckily， she had a (12) voice． Although she took lessons (13) many years， her voice didn't get better． It just got louder． Her teacher finally (14) teaching her， but she kept on practicing herself．One dayshedecided (15) a concert and invited her teacher to it． The teacher was very (16) about what to say after the concert． He knew it would be a (17)． one． At last he got an idea． When the concert (18) ， he went to see Mary． "Well，" said Mary， "What do you (19) my concert? "My dear， said the teacher． "You’ll never be (20) than you are tonight．( )11．A．DrawingB．MusicC．DancingD．Reading
第一节 阅读理解（共15小题；每小2分，满分30分）阅读下列短文，从每题所给的A、B、C和D项中，选出最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。When I was growing up in America, I was ashamed of my mother’s Chinese English. Because of her English, she was often treated unfairly. People in department stores, at banks, And at restaurants did not take her seriously ,did not give her good service ,pretended not to Understand her ,or even acted as if they did not hear her.My mother has realized the limitations of her English as well. When I was fifteen, she used to have me call people on phone to pretend I was she . I was forced to ask for information or even to yell at people who had been rude to her. One time I had to call her stockbroker (股票经纪人).I said in an adolescent voice that was not very convincing, “This is Mrs.Tan.”And my mother was standing beside me ,whispering loudly, “Why he don’t send me cheek already two week lone.”And then , in perfect English I said : “I’m getting rather concerned .You agreed to send the check two weeks ago, but it hasn’t arrived.”Then she talked more loudly. “What he want? I come to New York tell him front of his boss.” And so I turned to the stockbroker again, “I can’t tolerate any more excuse. If I don’t receive the check immediately , I am going to have to speak to your manager when I am in New York next week.”The next week we ended up in New York. While I was sitting there red-faced, my mother, the real Mrs.Tan, was shouting to his boss in her broken English.When I was a teenager, my mother’s broken English embarrassed me. But now, I see it differently. To me, my mother’s English is perfectly clear, perfectly natural. It is my mother tongue. Her language, as I hear it, is vivid, direct, and full of observation and wisdom. It was the language that helped shape the way I saw things, expressed ideas, and made sense of the world.41.Why was the author’s mother poorly served?A.She was unable to speak good English.B.She was often misunderstood.C.She was not clearly heard.D.She was not very polite.
AIt was the first snow of winter – an exciting day for every child but not for most teachers. Up until now, I had been old enough to dress myself, but today I would need some help. Miss Finlayson, my kindergarten teacher, had been through first snow days many times, but I think she may still remember this one.I managed to get into my wool snow trousers. But I struggled with my jacket because it didn’t fit well. It was a hand-me-down from my brother, and it made me wonder why I had to wear his ugly clothes. At least my hat and scarf were mine, and they were quite pretty. Finally it was time to have Miss Finlayson help me with my boots（靴子）.In her calm, motherly voice she said, “By the end of winter, you will all be able to put on your own boots.” I didn’t realize at the time that this was more a statement of hope than of confidence（信心）.I handed her my boots and stuck out my foot. Like most children, I expected grown-ups to do all the work. After much pushing, she managed to get the first one into place and then, with a sigh, worked the second one on too.I announced, “They’re on the wrong feet.”She struggled to get the boots off and went through the joyless task of putting them on again.“They’re my brother’s boots, you know,” I said. “I hate them!”Somehow, from long years of practice, she managed to act as though I wasn’t an annoying（烦人的）little girl, She pushed and pushed, less gently this time. With a greater sigh, seeing the end of her struggle with me, she asked, “Now, where are your mittens（连指手套）?”I looked into her eyes and said, “I didn’t want to lose them, so I hid them in the toes of my boots.”41．The little girl was more satisfied with her__________-.A．trousersB．jacket C．boots D．hat
I was 15 when I met my first real teacher, Mrs Geurin. I didn’t know her well at the time but I thought I hated her.In her first class, she asked us to write a piece about an influencial person, place or memory. I chose to write my lake house, a topic I had already written about and received a vast amount of praise for. Put simply, it was the place that my parents met and fell in love.This teacher knew about my original piece and she was not happy. Throught the school year,we would pass each other in the hall, never saying a word to each other.It was not until February of 2012 that we spoke at the most unusual of places, my father’s funeral. At first, I was angry that she showed up. Did she even care? She didn’t even know him! I stood, watching her give a deep bow to my father’s coffin, completely confused!It was not until she approached me that I realized she was crying even harder than I was.“Kali,” she said, “I am so sorry. My own father passed away just three weeks ago, and I completely feel your pain.” I was shocked. I understood that she had also lost her father, but I didn’t see the connection between us just yet. She had rejected my writing. That was not something that I was willing to so early forgive.A couple of weeks later, she went into my study hall and placed an envelope on my desk.In the letter, she told me her father, also had cancer, also passed away in six months’ time and he was her best friend too. It was not just this letter, but this act of kindness that taught me my,greatest life lesson. Losing has taught us both how to appreciate life. For that lesson, I am always grateful.39. Why did the author hate Mrs. Geurin at first?A. Mrs. Geurin said somethig bad about the author’s father.B. Mrs. Geurin gave the author a hard topic to write about.C. Mrs. Geurin didn’t appreciate the author’s writing.D. Mrs. Geurin didn’t like the author’s lake house.40. Hearing what Mrs. Geurin said at the funeral, the author _____.A. was grateful to herB. still didn’t forgive herC. felt ashamed of herselfD. found they had a lot in common41. What changed the relationship between Mrs. Geurin and the author?A. Her apology to the author.B. Her visit to the lake house.C. Both losing a good friendD. A similar sad experience42. What’s best title for the text?A. My first teacherB. My beloved fatherC. Seeking common groundD. Breaking down the emotional barrier
BIt was the first mow of winter -- an exciting day for every, child but not for most tether. Up until now, l had been able to dress myself for recess（课间休息）, but today I would need some help. Miss Finlayson, my kindergarten teacher at Princess Elizabeth School near Hamilton, Ontario, had been through first snow days ,many times in her long career, but I think struggled still remember this one.I managed to get into my wool snow pants. But I straggled with my jacket because it didn’t fit well. It was a hand-me-down from my brother, and it made me wonder why I had to wear his ugly clothes. At least my hat and matching scarf were mine, and they were quite pretty. Finally it was time to have Miss Finlayson help me with my boots. In her calm, motherly voice she said, “By the end of winter, you will be able to put on own boots. ” I didn’t realize at the time that this was more a statement of hope than of confidence.I handed her my boots and stuck out my foot. Like most children, I expected the adult to do an the work. After mush wiggling and pushing, she managed to get first one into place and then, with a sigh, worked the second one on too.I announced，“They’re on the wrong feet. ”With the grace that only experience can bring，she struggled to get the boots off and went through the joyless task of putting them on again. Then I said，“These aren’t my boots. you know. ”As she pulled the offending boots from my feet，she still managed to look both helpful and interested. Once they were off. I said，“They are my brother’s boots. My mother makes me wear them，and I hate them!” Somehow，from long years of practice，she managed to act as though I wasn’t an annoying little girl. She pushed and shoved. less gently this time，and the boots were returned to their proper place on my feet. With a great sigh of relief，seeing the end of her struggle with me，she asked，“Now，where are your gloves?’’I looked into her eyes and said. “I didn’t want to lose them. so I put them into the toes of my boots. ”60. According to the passage，the little girl got from her brother.A. the wool snow pants and the jacket B. the jacket and the bootsC. the jacket and the hat D. the boots and the gloves
Years ago，l lived in a building in a large city． The building next door was only a few feet away from mine． There was a woman who lived there，whom I had never met，yet I could see her seated by her window each afternoon，sewing or reading．After several months had gone by，l began to notice that her window was dirty． Everything was unclear through the dirty window．I would say to myself，"l wonder why that woman doesn't wash her window． It really looks terrible．”One bright morning I decided to clean my flat，including washing the window on the inside．Late in the afternoon when I finished the cleaning，l sat down by the window with a cup of coffee for a rest． What a surprise! Across the way， the woman sitting by her window was clearly visible． Her window was clean!Then it dawned on me．l had been criticizing(批评) her dirty window，but all the time I ．was watching hers through my own dirty window．That was quite an important lesson for me． How often had I looked at and criticized others through the dirty window of my heart，through my own shortcomings? Since then，whenever I wanted to judge(评判) someone，l asked myself first，"Am 1 100-king at him through my own dirty window?"Then I try to clean the window of my own world so that I may see the world about me more clearly．( )11． The writer couldn’t see everything clearly through the window because ________ ．A． the woman's window was dirtyB． the writer's window was dirtyC． the woman lived nearbyD． the writer was near-sighted
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I didn′ t understand ____________. so I raised my hand to ask.A.what my teacher saysB.what does my teacher sayC.what my teacher saidD.what did my teacher say
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth." I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface". As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not. Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words. What did mother do with her daughter's letter asking forgiveness?A.She had never received the letter.B.For years, she often talked about the letter.C.She didn't forgive her daughter at all in all her life.D.She read the letter again and again till she died.
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth." I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface". As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not. Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words. The passage shows that _______A.mother was cold on the surface but kind in her heart to her daughterB.mother was too serious about everything her daughter had doneC.mother cared much about her daughter in wordsD.mother wrote to her daughter in careful words
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth." I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface". As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not. Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words. The writer began to love her mother's deskA.after mother diedB.before she became a writerC.when she was a childD.when mother gave it to her
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth." I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface". As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not. Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words. What's the best title of the passage?A.My Letter to MotherB.Mother and ChildrenC.Mv Mother's DeskD.Talks hetween Mother and Me
根据下列内容，回答186-190题。I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mothersat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I de-cided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during herfinal illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said a-gain, "it's for Elizabeth."I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in action. Butas a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface".As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy fami-ly. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she chose that she didforgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disap-pointment, then little interest and, finally, peace--it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't besure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and ! could stop try-ing to make her into someone she was not.Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased thatwriting was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photoof my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letterasks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words.The writer began to love her mother's desk__________.A.after mother diedB.before she became a writerC.when she was a childD.when mother gave it to her
I've loved my mother's desk since I was just tall enough to see above the top of it as mother sat writing letters. Standing by her chair, looking at the ink bottle, pens, and white paper, I decided that the act of writing must be the more wonderful thing in the world. Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother."But the desk," she'd said again, "it's for Elizaheth." I never saw her angry, never saw her cry. I knew she loved me; she showed it in acdou. But as a young girl, I wanted heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. They never happened.And a gulf opened between us. I was "too emotional". But she lived "on the surface". As years passed I had my own family. I loved my mother and thanked her for our happy family. I wrote to her in careful words and asked her to let me know in any way she ebose that she did forgive me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, then little interest and, finally, peace-it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn't be sure that the letter had even got to mother. I only knew that I had written it, and l could stop trying to make her into someone she was not. Now the present of her desk told, as she'd never been able to, that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some papers inside--a photo of my father and a one-page letter, folded and refolded many times. Give me an answer, my letter asks, in any way you choose. Mother, you always chose the act that speaks louder than words. The word "gulf" in the passage means _______A.deep understanding between the old and the youngB.different ideas between the mother and the daughterC.free talks between mother and daughterD.part of the sea going far in land
共用题干My Life at RendaI learned very quickly that being a teaching assistant(TA)at the University of Iowa would be different from a teacher at Renmin University.______(46)Eyes staring,mouths open, students examining my big nose,hands nervous,people whispering while I wrote my name on the blackboard.At Iowa,when my first classes began,half my students still hadn't arrived.When everyone finally found a seat,ringing cellphones and loud yawns（哈欠）interrupted my opening remarks.It is not that American students were disrespectful.______(47)They were,however,far more skeptical than the students I had at Renda. The truth is I couldn't fault them for their skepti- cism.Undergraduates at large US universities-especially freshmen and sophomores-often have several classes a semester handled by TAs.In some.cases,the TA sets the course content. ______(48)Most have good intentions,but only a few are as effective as flesh-and-blood pro-fessors.Every teacher has to confront obstacles to learning-no matter what the culture.Students who talk during lectures,students who cheat,students who question the grade they get for a paper or project-dealing with these is all part of the job.______(49)The difference,I think,is that in the US I had to swallow more of my pride.______(50) I had a responsibility to teach them,of course,but I had to do so indirectly-as a guide who himself had a few things to learn from the students.______(50)A: Back at Renda,I had walked into my first classes feeling like a celebrity.B: In my students' minds,I had little to offer them,except perhaps some sample questions for the mid-term exam.C: In others,the TA works as a grader and discussion leader.D: I encountered these in China,and I faced them in the US.E: On the other hand,being taught by a graduate student is not necessarily bad.F: Most were polite,or at least,indifferent.
When I was about 12 1 had an enemy,a girl who liked to point out my shortcomings．Week by week her list grew:I was skinny,I wasn't a good student,I was boyish,I talked too loud,and so on．I put up with her as long as I could．At last,with great anger,I ran to my father in tears.He listened to my outburst quietly．Then he asked,"Are the things she says true or not?"True?I wanted to know how to strike back．What did truth have to do with it?"Mary,didn't you ever wonder what you are really like?Well,you now have that girl's opinion．Go and make a list of everything she said and mark the points that are true．Pay no attention to the other things she said."I did as he directed and discovered to my surprise that about half the things were true．Some of them I couldn't change(like being skinny),but a good number I could and suddenly wanted to change．For the first time in my life I got a fairly clear picture of myself.I brought the list back to Daddy．He refused to take it."That's just for you,"he said．"You know better than anybody else the truth about yourself,once you hear it．But you've got to learn to listen,not to close your ears in anger or hurt．When something said about you is true you'll know it．You'll find that it will echo inside you."Daddy's advice has returned to me at many important moments．What did the girl do when she could no longer bear her enemy?A.She turned to her fatheB.She cried to her heart's contenC.She tried to put up with her agaiD.She tried to be her frien
When I was about 12 1 had an enemy,a girl who liked to point out my shortcomings．Week by week her list grew:I was skinny,I wasn't a good student,I was boyish,I talked too loud,and so on．I put up with her as long as I could．At last,with great anger,I ran to my father in tears.He listened to my outburst quietly．Then he asked,"Are the things she says true or not?"True?I wanted to know how to strike back．What did truth have to do with it?"Mary,didn't you ever wonder what you are really like?Well,you now have that girl's opinion．Go and make a list of everything she said and mark the points that are true．Pay no attention to the other things she said."I did as he directed and discovered to my surprise that about half the things were true．Some of them I couldn't change(like being skinny),but a good number I could and suddenly wanted to change．For the first time in my life I got a fairly clear picture of myself.I brought the list back to Daddy．He refused to take it."That's just for you,"he said．"You know better than anybody else the truth about yourself,once you hear it．But you've got to learn to listen,not to close your ears in anger or hurt．When something said about you is true you'll know it．You'll find that it will echo inside you."Daddy's advice has returned to me at many important moments．Why did the girl's father ask her to make the list?A.He wanted to keep the list at homB.He didn't know what the girl's enemy had saiC.He wanted the girl to talk bacD.He wanted her to check if she really had these weak point
My piano playing has improved significantly since I had a new teacher.A: definitelyB: generallyC: certainlyD: greatly
My piano playing has improvedsignificantly since I had a new teacher.A: definitelyB: generallyC:certainlyD: greatly
I remember being a student teacher in1974, sitting for two weeks in the back of my cooperating teacher′s classroomwatching her teach carefully before I had my chance to try. Her lessons flowed 16from beginning to end, leading me to believe that teaching would be easy. Iremember how 17 I was the first time I stood in front of25 ninth-graders and attempted to teach them Spanish.My lesson wasn′t awful, but it was far fromgraceful and 18. Teaching is a highly complex 19 and only the teacher who is veryskilled can make it appear so simple.How do effective teachers 20 the skillsthat make their lessons appear easy and appropriate for all students in theclass? 21 , a lot can be learnedfrom attending university classes, 22 conferences and workshops, readingprofessional literature,23 experienced teachers, discussing 24 and ideas with others and, ofcourse, reflecting 25 one′s own teaching. However, some of the most importantlessons that teachers learn do not come from these standard 26 --they come fromthe students themselves.Most students are probably not aware of theimportant role they 27 in the training of teachers. However, to the wiseteacher, the classroom is a 28 in which various approaches and strategies are29 and refined and in which students communicate, in clear as well as subtleways, whether a lesson was a success, a failure, or 30 in between.第30题选A.anywhere B.everywhere C.somewhere D.nowhere
Do you know the girl over there?（）AHow can I know?BYes, I remember it now.CIt's Sam, my teacher's daughterDShe is a good girl.
Do you know the girl over there?（）A、How can I know?B、Yes, I remember it now.C、It's Sam, my teacher's daughterD、She is a good girl.
单选题Do you know the girl over there?（）AHow can I know?BYes, I remember it now.CIt's Sam, my teacher's daughterDShe is a good girl.