I got my first driver’s license in 1953 by taking driver education in my first y

I got my first driver’s license in 1953 by taking driver education in my first y

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I got my first driver’s license in 1953 by taking driver education in my first year at Central High School in Charlotte,North Carolina.Four years later when it was time to renew my license I was a married woman.Henry and I were living in Baltimore,Maryland.Two weeks before my 20th birthday,Henry drove me to the motor vehicle office on a hot July afternoon.When I got to the office and showed to the man behind the counter my North Carolina driver’s license,ready to renew,the man told me that I was under age by Maryland law since I was not yet 21.“Mr. Henry Smith,your husband,will have to sign for you,” he said.
I argued,pointing to a very large belly(肚子) of mine,“I am married.I am having a baby.Why should I have to have someone sign for me to drive?”He answered coldly.“It’s the law,madam.”
Henry encouraged me to calm down,just go ahead and get the license and be done with it.“No,”I said.I refused to have him sign for me.So I left without a Maryland license.
I called the North Carolina Motor Vehicle office and renewed my NC license by mail--using my name Susan Brown.And thus it was for the next twelve years.Since Henry was in the army I could drive under my home state license.By the time Henry left the army we were once again living in Maryland,and I had to take the Maryland driver’s exam.Since then I just go in and renew every four years--sign the name Susan Brown,have my new picture taken, and walk out with a license to drive.
小题1:Susan got her first driver’s license_______.
A.before she got married to Henry
B.when she was twenty years old
C.after she finished high school
D.when she just moved to Maryland
小题2:Susan failed to renew her license the first time in Maryland because_____.
A.she was forbidden to drive by Maryland law
B.she lacked driving experience in Maryland
C.she was to give birth to a baby soon
D.she insisted on signing for herself
小题3:We can infer from the text that in the U.S.___________.
A.American males should serve in the army
B.different states may have different laws
C.people have to renew their licenses in their home states
D.women should adopt their husbands’ family names after marriage

答案

小题1:A
小题2:D
小题3:B
解析
文章通过一个小故事告诉我们在美国各个州的法律是不一样的。
小题1:A 推理题。根据文章第一段前三行可知我是在in 1953获得驾照,4年以后我结婚要更新驾照,说明我在结婚前拿到驾照的。
小题2:D 细节题。根据根据文章第二段I am married.I am having a baby.Why should I have to have someone sign for me to drive?”可知他坚持要自己签名,不需要别人,故D正确。
小题3:B 推理题。根据文章可知我1953年就在北卡罗莱纳州获得了驾照,但是4年以后到马里兰州去被拒绝说明各个州的法律是不一样的。故B正确。
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I lost my sight when I was four years old by falling off a box car in a freight yard in Atlantic City and landing on my head. Now I am thirty two. I can slightly remember the brightness of sunshine and what color red is. It would be wonderful to see again, but a calamity(灾难) can do strange things to people. It occurred to me the other day that I might not have come to love life as I do if I hadn"t been blind. I believe in life now. I am not so sure that I would have believed in it so deeply, otherwise. I don"t mean that I would prefer to go without my eyes. I simply mean that the loss of them made me appreciate the more what I had left.
Life, I believe, asks a continuous series of adjustments to reality. The more readily a person is able to make these adjustments, the more meaningful his own private world becomes. The adjustment is never easy. I was totally confused and afraid. But I was lucky. My parents and my teachers saw something in me--a potential to live, you might call it--which I didn"t see, and they made me want to fight it out with blindness.
The hardest lesson I had to learn was to believe in myself. That was basic. If I hadn"t been able to do that, I would have collapsed (崩溃) and become a chair rocker on the front porch for the rest of my life. When I say belief in myself I am not talking about simply the kind of self confidence that helps me down an unfamiliar staircase alone. That is part of it. But I mean something bigger than that: an assurance(确信) that I am, despite imperfections, a real, positive person; that somewhere in the sweeping, intricate(错综复杂的) pattern of people there is a special place where I can make myself fit.
It took me years to discover and strengthen this assurance. It had to start with the simplest things. Once a man gave me an indoor baseball. I thought he was making fun of me and I was hurt. "I can"t use this." I said. "Take it with you," he urged me, "and roll it around." The words stuck in my head. "Roll it around! "By rolling the ball I could hear where it went. This gave me an idea how to achieve a goal I had thought impossible: playing baseball. At Philadelphia"s Overbrook School for the Blind I invented a successful variation of baseball. We called it ground ball.
All my life I have set ahead of me a series of goals and then tried to reach them, one at a time. I had to learn my limitations. It was no good to try for something I knew at the start was wildly out of reach because that only invited the bitterness of failure. I would fail sometimes anyway but on the average I made progress.
小题1:We can learn from the beginning of the passage that _______
A.the author lost his sight because of a car crash.
B.the author wouldn"t love life if the disaster didn"t happen.
C.the disaster made the author appreciate what he had.
D.the disaster strengthened the author"s desire to see.
小题2:What"s the most difficult thing for the author?
A.How to adjust himself to reality.
B.Building up assurance that he can find his place in life.
C.Learning to manage his life alone.
D.How to invent a successful variation of baseball.
小题3:According to the context, "a chair rocker on the front porch" in paragraph 3 means that the author __________
A.would sit in a rocking chair and enjoy his life.
B.would be unable to move and stay in a rocking chair.
C.would lose his will to struggle against difficulties.
D.would sit in a chair and stay at home.
小题4:According to the passage, the baseball and encouragement offered by the man _____
A.hurt the author"s feeling.
B.gave the author a deep impression.
C.directly led to the invention of ground ball.
D.inspired the author.
小题5:What is the best title for the passage?
A.A Miserable LifeB.Struggle Against Difficulties
C.A Disaster Makes a Strong PersonD.An Unforgetable Experience

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My work is done.” Those words were some of the last penned by George Eastman. He included them in his suicide note. They mark an ignoble end to a noble life, the leave taking of a truly great man. The same words could now be said for the company he left behind. Actually, the Eastman Kodak Company is through. It has been mismanaged financially, technologically and competitively. For 20 years, its leaders have foolishly spent down the patrimony of a century’s prosperity. One of America’s bedrock brands is about to disappear, the Kodak moment has passed.
But George Eastman is not how he died, and the Eastman Kodak Company is not how it is being killed. Though the ends be needless and premature, they must not be allowed to overshadow the greatness that came before. Few companies have done so much good for so many people, or defined and lifted so profoundly the spirit of a nation and perhaps the world. It is impossible to understand the 20th Century without recognizing the role of the Eastman Kodak Company.
Kodak served mankind through entertainment, science, national defense and the stockpiling of family memories. Kodak took us to the top of Mount Suribachi and to the Sea of Tranquility. It introduced us to the merry old Land of Oz and to stars from Charlie Chaplin to John Wayne, and Elizabeth Taylor to Tom Hanks. It showed us the shot that killed President Kennedy, and his brother bleeding out on a kitchen floor, and a fallen Martin Luther King Jr. on the hard balcony of a Memphis motel. When that sailor kissed the nurse, and when the spy planes saw missiles in Cuba, Kodak was the eyes of a nation. From the deck of the Missouri to the grandeur of Monument Valley, Kodak took us there. Virtually every significant image of the 20th Century is a gift to posterity from the Eastman Kodak Company.
In an era of easy digital photography, when we can take a picture of anything at any time, we cannot imagine what life was like before George Eastman brought photography to people. Yes, there were photographers, and for relatively large sums of money they would take stilted pictures in studios and formal settings. But most people couldn’t afford photographs, and so all they had to remember distant loved ones, or earlier times of their lives, was memory. Children could not know what their parents had looked like as young people, grandparents far away might never learn what their grandchildren looked like. Eastman Kodak allowed memory to move from the uncertainty of recollection, to the permanence of a photograph. But it wasn’t just people whose features were savable; it was events, the sacred and precious times that families cherish. The Kodak moment, was humanity’s moment.
And it wasn’t just people whose features were savable; it was events, the precious times that familes cherish.  Kodak let the fleeting moments of birthdays and weddings, picnics and parties, be preserved and saved. It allowed for the creation of the most egalitarian art form. Lovers could take one another’s pictures, children were photographed walking out the door on the first day of school, the person releasing the shutter decided what was worth recording, and hundreds of millions of such decisions were made. And for centuries to come, those long dead will smile and dance and communicate to their unborn progeny. Family history will be not only names on paper, but smiles on faces.
The cash flow not just provided thousands of people with job, but also allowed the company’s founder to engage in some of the most generous philanthropy in America’s history. Not just in Kodak’s home city of Rochester, New York, but in Tuskegee and London, and at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. He bankrolled two historically black colleges, fixed the teeth of Europe’s poor, and quietly did good wherever he could. While doing good, Kodak did very well. Over all the years, all the Kodakers over all the years are essential parts of that monumental legacy. They prospered a great company, but they – with that company – blessed the world.
That is what we should remember about the Eastman Kodak Company.
Like its founder, we should remember how it lived, not how it died.
History will forget the small men who have scuttled this company.
But history will never forget Kodak.
小题1:According to the passage, which of the following is to blame for the fall of Kodak?
A.The invention of easy digital photography
B.The poor management of the company
C.The early death of George Eastman
D.The quick rise of its business competitors
小题2:It can be learnt from the passage that George Eastman         .
A.died a natural death of old age.
B.happened to be on the spot when President Kennedy was shot dead.
C.set up his company in the capital of the US before setting up its branches all over the world.
D.was not only interested in commercial profits, but also in the improvement of other people’s lives.
小题3:Before George Eastman brought photography to people,             .
A.no photos has ever been taken of people or events
B.photos were very expensive and mostly taken indoors
C.painting was the only way for people to keep a record of their ancestors.
D.grandparents never knew what their grandchildren looked like.
小题4:The person releasing the shutter (Paragraph 5) was the one        .
A.who took the photograph
B.who wanted to have a photo taken
C.whose decisions shaped the Eastman Kodak Company
D.whose smiles could long be seen by their children
小题5:What is the writer’s attitude towards the Eastman Kodak Company?
A.DisapprovingB.RespectfulC.RegretfulD.Critical
小题6:Which do you think is the best title for the passage?
A.Great Contributions of KodakB.Unforgettable moments of Kodak
C.Kodak Is DeadD.History of Eastman Kodak Company

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My father had always been an alert observer of human character. Within seconds of meeting someone, he could sum up their strengths and weaknesses. It was always a challenge to see if any of my boyfriends could pass Dad’s test. None did. Dad was always right---they didn’t pass my test either. After Dad died, I wondered how I’d figure it out on my own.
That’s when Jack arrived on the scene. He was different from any other guy I’d dated. He could sit for hours on the piano bench with my mother, discussing some composers. My brother Rick loudly announced that Jack wasn’t a turkey like the other guys I’d brought home. Jack passed my family’s test. But what about Dad’s?
Then came my mother’s birthday. The day he was supposed to drive, I got a call. “Don’t worry,” he said, “but I’ve been in an accident. I’m fine, but I need you to pick me up.”
When I got there, we rushed to a flower shop for something for Mom. “How about gardenias?” Jack said, pointing at a beautiful white corsage(胸花). The florist put the corsage in a box.
The entire ride, Jack was unusually quiet. “Are you all right?” I asked. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” he said. “I might be moving.” Moving? Then he added, “Moving in with you.” I nearly put the car on the sidewalk. “What?” I asked. “I think we should get married,” he said. He told me he’d planned his proposal in a fancy restaurant, but after the accident, he decided to do it right away. “Yes,” I whispered. We both sat dumbfounded, tears running down our cheeks. I’d never known such a tender moment. If only Dad were here to give his final approval.
“Oh, let’s just go inside.” Jack laughed. My mother opened the door. “Happy Birthday!” we shouted. Jack handed the box to her. She opened it up. Suddenly, her eyes were filled with tears. “Mom, what’s wrong?” I asked. “I’m sorry,” she said, wiping her eyes. “This is only the second gardenia corsage I’ve ever received. I was given one years ago, long before you kids were born.” “From who?” I asked. “Your father,” Mom said. “He gave me one right before we were engaged.” My eyes locked on Jack’s as I blinked away(眨掉) tears. Dad’s test? I knew Jack had passed.
小题1:According to the text, we know the writer’s father was __________.
A.interested in observing things around
B.good at judging one’s character
C.strict with her boyfriend
D.fond of challenges
小题2:What is the main idea of Paragraph 2?
A.Jack got the family’s approval except Dad’s.
B.Jack was different from any other boy.
C.Jack was getting on well with Mother.
D.Jack knew a lot about piano.
小题3:The underlined word “proposal” in Paragraph 5 means __________.
A.piece of adviceB.wedding ceremony
C.celebration of birthdayD.offer of marriage
小题4:On hearing “moving in with you”, the writer felt          .         .
A.pleasedB.worriedC.surprisedD.disappointed
小题5:Why did the writer’s mother cry?
A.The gift was the same as the one her husband gave her.
B.She had never received such a beautiful gift.
C.Her daughter found her life partner at last.
D.The gardenia corsage was too expensive.

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About this time every year, I get very nostalgic(怀旧的). Walking through my neighborhood on a fall afternoon reminds me of a time not too long ago when sounds of children filled the air, children playing games on a hill, and throwing leaves around in the street below. I was one of those children, carefree and happy. I live on a street that is only one block long. I have lived on the same street for sixteen years. I love my street. One side has six houses on it, and the other has only two houses, with a small hill in the middle and a huge cottonwood tree on one end. When I think of home, I think of my street. Only I see it as it was before. Unfortunately things change. One day, not long ago, I looked around and saw how different everything has become. Life on my street will never be the same because neighbors are quickly grown old, friends are growing up and leaving, and the city is planning to destroy my precious hill and sell the property to contractors.
It is hard for me to accept that many of my wonderful neighbors are growing old and won’t be around much longer. I have fond memories of the couple across the street, who sat together on their porch swing almost every evening, the widow next door who yelled at my brother and me for being too loud, and the crazy old man in a black suit who drove an old car. In contrast to those people, the people I see today are very old neighbors who have seen better days. The man in the black suit says he wants to die, and another neighbor just sold his house and moved into a nursing home. The lady who used to yell at us is too tired to bother any more, and the couple across the street rarely go out to their front porch these days. It is difficult to watch these precious people as they near the end of their lives because at once I thought they would live forever.
The “comings and goings” of the younger generation of my street are now mostly “goings” as friends and peers move on. Once upon a time, my life and the lives of my peers revolved around home. The boundary of our world was the gutter at the end of the street. We got pleasure from playing night games or from a breathtaking ride on a tricycle. Things are different now, as my friends become adults and move on. Children who rode tricycles now drive cars. The kids who once played with me now have new interests and values as they go their separate ways. Some have gone away to college like me, a few got married, two went into the army, and one went to prison. Watching all these people grow up and go away makes me long for the good old days.
Perhaps the biggest change on my street is the fact that the city is going to turn my precious hill into several lots for now homes. For sixteen years, the view out of my kitchen window has been a view of that hill. The hill was a fundamental part of my childhood life; it was the hub of social activity for the children of my street. We spent hours there building forts, sledding, and playing tag. The view out of my kitchen window now is very different; it is one of tractors and dump trucks tearing up the hill. When the hill goes, the neighborhood will not be the same. It is a piece of my childhood. It is a visual reminder of being a kid. Without the hill, my street will be just another pea in the pod.
There was a time when my street was my world, and I thought my world would never change. But something happened. People grow up, and people grow old. Places changes, and with the change comes the heartache of knowing I can never go back to the times I loved. In a year or so, I will be gone just like many of my neighbors. I will always look back to my years as a child, but the place I remember will not be the silent street whose peace is interrupted by the sounds of construction. It will be the happy, noisy, somewhat strange, but wonderful street I knew as a child.
小题1:The writer calls up the memory of the street _____________.
A.every year when autumn comes
B.in the afternoon every day
C.every time he walks along his street
D.now that he is an old man
小题2:The writer finds it hard to accept the fact that _____________.
A.many of his good neighbors are growing old
B.the lady next door who used to yell at him and his brother is now a widow
C.the life of his neighbors has become very boring
D.the man in his black suit even wanted to end his own life
小题3:The writer thinks of the past all the more when he sees those who had grown up with him _____________.
A.continue to consider home to be the center of their lives
B.leave the neighborhood they grew up in
C.still enjoy playing card games in the evenings
D.develop new interests and have new dreams
小题4:The biggest change on the writer"s street is _____________.
A.removing the hill to make way for residential development
B.the building of new homes behind his kitchen window
C.the fact that there are much fewer people around than in the past
D.the change in his childhood friends" attitude towards their neighborhood
小题5:What does the writer mean by saying “my street will be another pea in the     pod”?
A.his street will be very noisy and dirty
B.his street will soon be crowded with people
C.his street will have some new attractions
D.his street will be no different from any other street
小题6:Which could be a good title for the passage?
A.The Past of My Street will Live Forever
B.Unforgettable People and Things of My Street
C.Memory Street Isn"t What It Used to Be
D.The Big Changes of My Street

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On May 23,1989, Stefania Follini came out from a cave at Carlsbad , New Mexico.She hadn’t seen the sun for eighteen and a half weeks .Stefania was in a research program, and the scientists in the program were studying body rhythms (节奏)。In this experiment Stefania had spent 130 days in a cave ,30 feet in depth.
During her time in the cave, Stefania had been completely alone except for two white mice.Her living place had been very comfortable ,but there had been nothing to feel her the time .She’d had no clock or watches , no television or radio.There had been no natural light and the temperature had always been kept at 21℃
小题1:Stefania stayed in the cave for a long time because___________.
A.she was asked to do research on mice
B.she wanted to experience loneliness
C.she was the subject of a study
D.she needed to record her life
小题2:What is a cause for the change of Stefania’s body clock?
A.Eating fewer hours
B.Having more hours of sleep
C.Lacking physical exercise.
D.Getting no natural light.
小题3:Where does the text probably come from?
A.A novel.B.A news story.
C.A pet magazine .D.A travel guide.

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