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　　I met Mrs．Neidl in the ninth grade on a stage-design team for a play and she was one of the directors．Almost instantly I loved her．She had an Unpleasant voice and a direct way of speaking, 　　1　　 she was encouraging and inspiring．For some reason, she was impressed with my work and me．

　　Mrs．Neidl would ask me for my 　　2　　．She wanted to know how I thought we should 　　3　　 things．At first I had no idea how to answer because I knew 　　4　　 about stage design!But I slowly began to respond to her 　　5　　．It was cause and effect：She believed I had opinions, so I began to 　　6　　 them．She trusted me to complete things, so I completed them perfectly．She loved how 　　7　　 I was, so I began to show up to paint more and more．She believed in me, so I began to believe in myself．

　　Mrs．Neidl's 　　8　　 that year was, "Try it．We can always paint over it 　　9　　!"I began to take 　　10　　．I had been so afraid of failing but suddenly there was no failing-only things to be 　　11　　 upon．I learned to dip my brush into the paint and 　　12　　 create something．

　　The shy, quiet freshman achieved success that year．I was 　　13　　 in the program as "Student Art Assistant" because of the time and effort I'd put in．It was that year that I 　　14　　 I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing stage design．

　　Being on that stage-design team 　　15　　 Mrs．Neidl changed me completely．Not only was I stronger and more competent than I had thought, but I also 　　16　　 a strong interest and a world I hadn't known existed．She taught me not to 　　17　　 what people think I should do：She taught me to take chances and not be 　　18　　．Mrs．Neidl was my comforter when I was upset．Her 　　19　　 in me has inspired me to do things that I never imagined 　　20　　．

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　　It has been difficult to sit on the bench the majority of my high school basketball career．To watch my team from the sideline and 　　1　　 why I am not good enough to be on the floor．　　2　　 endless hours of work and devotion, pushing myself through drill after drill, the 　　3　　 thing I want is to be a cheerleader．The feeling of being 　　4　　 is sometimes too much and drives me to 　　5　　 on the spot．I often feel as though my efforts are wasted and my time is eaten away, devoted to 　　6　　．

　　It is heartbreaking to be a spectator(旁觀者)for the game I love, knowing that no one has enough 　　7　　 to give me the chance to 　　8　　 on the floor．Tears well up, but I hold them back．I shouldn't be so 　　9　　 over something so silly．

　　Away from the game, it's easier to put my thoughts together, 　　10　　 letting my emotions drive my reasoning．I consider 　　11　　 I am where I am．I have played basketball my whole life．I have a passion for the 　　12　　 and always have．There is nothing like the excitement of 　　13　　：the swish of the net, the sweat rolling off my cheeks, even the bruises(青腫)are battle wounds worn 　　14　　 after every game．

　　Even if I don't play much, I participate in every 　　15　　．I am part of a team of girls who 　　16　　 together like a family．I am there for them, 　　17　　 they are for me．

　　Should I move on?Or should I stay with my team and pursue my passion just a little longer?

　　The decision isn't difficult when I consider the 　　18　　 that being a part of a team brings me－and not just any team, 　　19　　 my team．I love basketball and my teammates．When I think about that, my view from the bench really isn't so bad 　　20　　．

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　　Just ten years ago, I sat across the desk from a doctor with a serious look．“Yes,” he said, “there is a serious injury in the left lung…” I listened, too 　　1　　 to speak, as he continued, “You'll have to 　　2　　 work at once and go to bed．Later on, we'll see．” He gave no definite promise of recovery．

　　Feeling like a man who has suddenly been placed under 　　3　　 of death．In the next three days, I 　　4　　 my affairs; then I went home, got into bed, and set my watch to tick off not the minutes, 　　5　　 the months．Two and a half years and many crashed hopes later, I left my bed and began the long 　　6　　 back．It was another year before I made it．

　　I speak of this experience because these years that passed so 　　7　　 taught me what to believe and what to 　　8　　．They said to me：Take time, 　　9　　 time takes you．I realize now that this world I'm living in is not my oyster(牡蠣)to be opened but my opportunity to be 　　10　　．To me, each day is such a 　　11　　 gift．The sun comes up and presents me with 24 brand new, wonderful hours－not to pass, but to 　　12　　．

　　I've learned to 　　13　　 those little but all-important things I never thought I had the time to notice before：the play of light on 　　14　　 water, the music of the wind in my favorite pine tree．I seem now to see and hear and feel with some of the recovered 　　15　　 of childhood．I recall the touch of the springy earth under my feet the day I first stepped upon it after the years in bed．It was like 　　16　　 one's citizenship in a world one had nearly lost．　　17　　, I sit back and say to myself, let me make a 　　18　　 of this moment I'm living right now．All this, I owe to that long time spent on the deadlines of life．Wiser people come to this awareness 　　19　　 having to acquire it the hard way．But I wasn't wise enough．I'm 　　20　　 now, a little, and happier．

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　　One Saturday, some five-or-six-year olds in my neighborhood gathered at the lot to play cowboys．Brian came, 　　1　　 the biggest toy gun I'd ever seen．Before we started, I told him I wanted to borrow it 　　2　　．As soon as we broke up for the 　　3　　, I ran to a far corner of the lot and buried the gun in the soft dirt．I wanted to give Brian a 　　4　　．

　　Before long, Brian was demanding his gun back．We all walked 　　5　　 the lot to the corner, and I dug where I 　　6　　 I'd buried it．No gun．I dug some more．　　7　　 no gun．Brian started shouting, “Find my gun!” and I started getting 　　8　　．I knew it was somewhere, but the whole corner was looking 　　9　　 to me．Everyone stood around and watched 　　10　　 I desperately dug at the ground．No one 　　11　　．My eyes started burning, and I knew I was going to cry．I 　　12　　 with Brian screaming, “You bastard!My dad will get you!”

　　That afternoon when I heard Brian calling outside the window, I told Mom everything．She 　　13　　 listened to me, then went out to the garage and got the shovel．We 　　14　　 Brian outside and the three of us returned to the lot．

　　　　15　　 it was very hot outside, and my mom dug in the heat for an hour．She turned up most of the dirt in that corner, 　　16　　 the gun was never found．I stood and watched 　　17　　, and felt worse and worse as she worked and sweated 　　18　　 me．

　　My parents bought Brian a new gun, so he was 　　19　　．Now I realize how lucky I was to have 　　20　　 who stood up for me, and that I still needed Mom to help me out of trouble．

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　　I wouldn't ask for a dressing room．My mom always asked for me．

　　The evening before I had 　　1　　 risen from my seat and piled on excess(過量)noodles．Then I licked(舔)my bowl with the buttered garlic bread, 　　2　　 no evidence of the four servings I had eaten greedily．In the morning I would be forced to lie on my bed and suck in my 　　3　　 just to button my jeans．I feared school 　　4　　．The sale rack, with its slender size markers, knew my number continued to grow．

　　I learned 　　5　　 to eat from my dad：fast and without thinking．In our house, the dinner table involved 　　6　　, with the children on defense．One 　　7　　 move and our dinner would be snatched off our plates without warning and eaten up by our father 　　8　　 than we could blink．We soon learned to keep a hand up while 　　9　　 our chicken, and if Mom decided to cook that night we needed to hurry and get 　　10　　 before it was gone．

　　Only one pair of jeans I tried on fit．I 　　11　　 and told my mother I could button every pair but only needed the jeans that lay 　　12　　 in my hands．We walked to the checkout．

　　I kept my head down as we passed a group of girls．They 　　13　　．I glanced up only long enough to know my place．Their 　　14　　 cut at me, hands cupped over their mouths in secrecy．

　　The shop was about to close and I 　　15　　 two girls in my third grade class out．

　　“I like your pants．Where did you get them?” Marcy asked Alicia．I nodded in agreement, 　　16　　 they had removed their cupped hands and I could hear the 　　17　　．

　　“Really?I like yours better,” Alicia replied．

　　“We should trade．What 　　18　　 are you?” Marcy asked．

　　“I don't know…” Alicia said, finding the tag in the back of her pants．“Seven．”

　　“Me too,” Marcy said．

　　I 　　19　　 in line as I held the jeans, tag folded in so 　　20　　 could see the number on it was 12．I am not a size seven．

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　　It was New Year's night, An aged man was standing at a window．He raised his mournful(悲哀的)eyes towards the deep 　　1　　 sky, where the stars were 　　2　　 like white lilies(百合花)on the surface of a clear calm lake．Then he threw them on the earth．Where a few more 　　3　　 people than himself now moved towards their certain goal-the 　　4　　, He had already passed sixty of the 　　5　　 leading to it, and he had brought from his journey nothing but errors and regret．Now his health was poor, his mind 　　6　　, his heart sorrowful, and his old age short of 　　7　　．

　　The days of his youth appeared like dreams before him．a(chǎn)nd he recalled the 　　8　　 moment when his father placed him at the 　　9　　 to the two roads-one leading to a 　　10　　．sunny place．covered with flowers, fruits and resounding with soft, sweet songs; the other 1eading to a deep, dark cave．which was endless．　　11　　 poison flowed instead of water and where deviIs(惡魔)and poisonous snakes hissed and crawled．

　　He saw the 　　12　　 fading away in the darkness．a(chǎn)nd these were the days of his 　　13　　 life; He saw a star fall from the sky and disappeared, and this was the 　　14　　 of himself．His regret, which was like a sharparrow．Struck deeply into his heart．Then he remembered his friends in his childhood．who entered on life together with him．But they had 　　15　　 to success and were now honored and happy on this New Year's night The clock in the high church tow struck and the sound made him remember his parents' early love for him．They had taught him and 　　16　　 to God for his good．But he chose the 　　17　　 way．With shame and grief he 　　18　　 no longer look towards that heaven where his father lived．

　　His darkened eyes were full of tears, and with a despairing 　　19　　, he burst out a cry; “Come back, my 　　20　　 days!Come back!”

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　　John stood up and studied the crowd of people who were making their way through the station．He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he 　　1　　, the girl with a(an)　　2　　．The story had begun twelve months before in a 　　3　　．Taking a book off a shelf he found himself 　　4　　 by the notes penciled in the margin(空白處，白邊)．The soft handwriting 　　5　　 a thoughtful soul and insightful mind．In the front of the book, he discovered the 　　6　　 owner's name, Rosanna．

　　During the next year the two grew to know each other through the 　　7　　．Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart．The day finally came for their first 　　8　　－7∶00p.m. at the station．

　　A beautiful young girl in a green suit was coming toward him, whose 　　9　　 was(were)tall and slim．John started to walk towards her with delight, entirely forgetting to 　　10　　 that she was not wearing a rose．He 　　11　　 made one step closer to her, and then saw Rosanna, a short and fat woman well past 40, with a rose on her coat was standing almost directly 　　12　　 the girl．The girl in the green suit quickly walked away．

　　John felt 　　13　　 he was split(撕開)in two, and there he stood．His fingers gripped(緊握)the worn leather copy of the 　　14　　 that was to identify him to her．He knew this would not be 　　15　　 something perhaps even better than love．John felt choked by the bitterness of his 　　16　　．“I'm John, and you must be Rosanna．I am so glad you could meet me, may I take you to 　　17　　?”

　　The woman's face broadened into a big smile．“I don't know what this is about, son,” she answered, “but the young lady in the green suit who just 　　18　　 begged me to wear this rose on my coat．And she said 　　19　　 you were to ask me out to dinner, I should tell you that she is waiting for you in the big 　　20　　 across the street．She said it was some kind of test!”

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　　Educators always find it difficult to decide how science should be taught at schools．If it were only necessary to decide whether to teach elementary science to everyone on a mass basis or to find the gifted few and take them as far as they can go, the task would be fairly simple．The public school system, 　　1　　 , has no such choice, for the jobs must be 　　2　　 on at the same time．Because we depend so heavily upon science and technology for our progress, we must produce 　　3　　 in many fields．Because we live in a democratic nation, whose citizens make policies for the nation, large 　　4　　 of us must be educated to understand, to support, and 　　5　　 necessary, to 　　6　　 the work of experts．The public school must educate both 　　7　　 and users of scientific services．

　　In education, there should be a good balance among the 　　8　　 of knowledge that contribute to effective thinking and wise judgment．Such balance is broken by too much 　　9　　 on any one field．This question of balance involves not only the relation of the natural sciences, the social sciences, and the arts, but also relative emphasis among the natural sciences themselves．

　　　　10　　, we must have a balance between current and classical knowledge．The attention of the public is continually drawn to new possibility in scientific fields and the discovery of new knowledge; these should not be allowed to turn our attention away from the sound, established materials that form the basis of courses for beginners．

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　　Exercise is good for you, but most people really know very little about how to exercise properly．So when you try, you can run into trouble．

　　Many people 　　1　　 that when specific muscles are exercised, the fat in the neighbouring area is “　　2　　 up”．Yet the 　　3　　 is that exercise burns fat from all over body．

　　Studies show muscles which are not 　　4　　 lose their strength very quickly．To regain it needs 48 to 72 hours and exercise every other day will 　　5　　 a normal level of physical strength．

　　To lose weight you should always “work up a good sweat” when exercising．No．Sweating only 　　6　　 body temperature to prevent over-heating．This is 　　7　　 water loss．Once you replace the liquid, you replace the 　　8　　．

　　Walking is the best and easy-to-do exercise．It helps the circulation of blood 　　9　　 the body, and has a direct effect on your overall feeling of health．Experience says that 20 minutes' exercise a day is minimum amount．

　　But if your breathing doesn't return to normal state within minutes after you finish exercising, you've done 　　10　　．

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　　School was over and I was both mentally and physically tired．I sat at the very front of the bus because of my 　　1　　 to get home．Sitting at the front makes you 　　2　　 out like a shiny coin in a pile of dull pennies．

　　Janie, the driver, tries to break the 　　3　　 atmosphere by striking the match of 　　4　　．

　　I try to mind my manners and 　　5　　 listen, but usually I am too busy thinking about my day．On this day, 　　6　　, her conversation was worth listening to．

　　“My father's sick,” she said to no one in 　　7　　．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 　　8　　 the tears, she responded, “Heart trouble．”Her eyes lowered as she 　　9　　．“I've already lost my mum, so I don't think I can stand losing him．”

　　I couldn't respond．I was 　　10　　．My heart ached for her．I sat on the old, smelly seat thinking of the great 　　11　　 my own mother was thrown into when her father died．I saw how hard it was, 　　12　　 still is, for her．I wouldn't like anyone to go 　　13　　 that．

　　Suddenly I realized Janie wasn't only a bus driver．That was 　　14　　 her job．She had a whole world of family and concerns, too．I had never thought of her as 　　15　　 but a driver．

　　I suddenly felt very 　　16　　．I realized I had only thought of people as 　　17　　 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 　　18　　．

　　For all I know, I'm just another person in 　　19　　 else's world, and may not even be important．I 　　20　　 not have been so selfish and self-centred．Everyone has places to go, people to see and appointments(約會(huì))to keep．Understanding people is an art．