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
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
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
B.everywhere
C.somewhere
D.nowhere
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解析：考查副词辨析。anywhere“任何地方”，everywhere“到处”，somewhere“某个地方”，nowhere“无处”。根据句意，无论一堂课是成功、失败，还是介于成功和失败之间，故选C。
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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
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.