Every night after dinner, my mother and I would sit at the kitchen table. She would present new tests, taking her examples from stories of amazing children she had read in Ripley’s Believe It or Not, or Good Housekeeping, Reader’s Digest, and a dozen other magazines she kept in a pile in our bathroom. My mother got these magazines from people whose houses she cleaned. And since she cleaned many houses each week, we had a great assortment. She would look through them all, searching for stories about remarkable children.
The first night she brought out a story about a three-year-old boy who knew the capitals of all the states and even most of the European countries. “What’s the capital of Finland?” my mother asked me, looking at the magazine story.
All I knew was the capital of California, because Sacramento was the name of the street we lived on in Chinatown. “Nairobi!” I guessed, saying the most foreign word I could think of. She checked to see if that was possibly one way to pronounce “Helsinki” before showing me the answer. The tests got harder. One night I had to look at a page from Bible for three minutes and then report everything I could remember. “Now Jehoshaphat had riches and honor in abundance and. . .
that’s all I remember, Mother,” I said.
Seeing my mother’s disappointed face once again，something inside of me began to die. I hated the tests，the raised hopes and failed expectations. Before going to bed that night, I looked in the mirror above the bathroom sink and when I saw only my face staring back—and that it would always be this ordinary face -- I began to cry. I made high-pitched noises like a crazed animal， trying to scratch out the face in the mirror.
The first night she brought out a story about a three-year-old boy who knew the capitals of all the states and even most of the European countries. “What’s the capital of Finland?” my mother asked me, looking at the magazine story.
All I knew was the capital of California, because Sacramento was the name of the street we lived on in Chinatown. “Nairobi!” I guessed, saying the most foreign word I could think of. She checked to see if that was possibly one way to pronounce “Helsinki” before showing me the answer. The tests got harder. One night I had to look at a page from Bible for three minutes and then report everything I could remember. “Now Jehoshaphat had riches and honor in abundance and. . .
that’s all I remember, Mother,” I said.
Seeing my mother’s disappointed face once again，something inside of me began to die. I hated the tests，the raised hopes and failed expectations. Before going to bed that night, I looked in the mirror above the bathroom sink and when I saw only my face staring back—and that it would always be this ordinary face -- I began to cry. I made high-pitched noises like a crazed animal， trying to scratch out the face in the mirror.
- The passage is mainly about .
- how Mother taught “me” the basic skills
- how Mother tried to find “my” talent
- the result of Mother’s stimulation
- how Mother changed “my” life
- It can be concluded from the passage that “other magazines” (Para. 1) _.
- focused only on talented young kids
- was bought by Mother to find stories
- was the source of the stories of remarkable children
- D.was gained by cleaning Mother’s house
- Which one of the following statements is TRUE?
- Nairobi is the capital city of California.
- Mother didn’t know the capital of Finland clearly as well.
- “My” guess of the capital turned out to be the right answer to Mother’s question.
- Mother was satisfied with “my” performance.
- Which of the following words best describes “my” overall reaction to Mother's stimulation?
- Contented and thankful. B. Bored and unbearable.
答案BCBB
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