【文章內(nèi)容簡(jiǎn)介】 tatus(地位 )women.” The cause of this discrepancy is not known， but Dr Pudrovska says： “ Years of social science research suggests that women in authority positions deal with interpersonal anxiety，negative social interactions， negative stereotypes， prejudice， social isolation(社會(huì)孤立 )， as well as resistance(抵抗 )from in authority positions are viewed as lacking in the assertiveness(果斷 )and confidence of strong when these women display such characteristics， they are judged negatively for being unfeminine(不像女性的 )． This causes mental stress.” Men， on the other hand， do not have to face these kinds of negative stereotypes about their abilities. 29． Which of the following might be the best title of the passage? A． Female bosses get less stress from work than male bosses. B． Female bosses get the same stress from work as male bosses. C． Female bosses get the same stress from work as employees. D． Female bosses get more stress from work than male bosses. 30． What conclusion can we draw from the passage? A． The higher levels of authority， the fewer women suffer depression. B． The higher levels of authority， the more women suffer depression. C． The lower levels of authority， the more men suffer depression. D． The lower levels of authority， the more women suffer depression. 31． What did Dr Pudrovska think of the results? A． Exciting. B． Surprising. C． Disappointing. D． Inspiring. 32． What does the underlined word“ discrepancy” in Paragraph 5 mean? A． Difference. B． Excellence. C． Preference. D． Reference. Dear Guys, I’d like to talk to you about the shame you subjected me to last night. Let me first refresh your memory: You, a group of fit, young men, were playing soccer on the field across from my apartment building. I, a betterthanaverage looking young woman, was walking along the sidewalk with my groceries. That’s when your ball came flying over the fence and landed in front of me. One of you approached and asked politely if I would throw the ball back to you. Fighting the urge to drop my bags and run screaming down the street, I reluctantly (勉強(qiáng)地 ) agreed. Before I continue, let me explain something that I didn’t have a chance to mention last night: I hate sports. More specifically, I hate sports involving balls. This results from my lack of natural ability when it es to throwing, catching and hitting. I’m bad at aiming too. So you can understand why I’d be nervous at what I’m sure seemed to you like a laughably simple request. However, wanting to appear agreeable, I put my bags down, picked up the ball and, eyes halfshut, and threw it as hard as I could. It hit the middle of the fence and bounced back to me. Trying to act casually, I said something about being out of practice, and then picked up the ball again. If you’ll remember, at your mand, I agreed to try throwing underhand. While outwardly I was smiling, in my head, I was praying, oh God, oh please oh please oh please. I threw the ball upward with all my strength, terrified by what happened next. The ball hit slightly higher up on the fence and bounced back to me. This is the point where I start to take issue with you. Wouldn’t it have been a better use of your time, and mine, if you had just walked around the fence and took the ball then? I was clearly struggling。 my smiles were more and more forced. And yet, you all just stood there, motionless. Seeing that you weren’t going to let me out of the trouble, I became desperate. Memories of middle school softball came flooding back. I tried hard to throw the ball but it only went about eight feet, then I decided to pick it up and dash with ball in hand towards the baseline, while annoyed thirteenyearold boys screamed at me that I was ruining their lives. Children are cruel. Being a big girl now, I pushed those memories aside and picked up the soccer ball for the third time. I forced a goodnatured laugh while crying inside as you patiently shouted words of support over the fence at me. “ Throw it grannystyle!” one of you said. “ Just back up a little and give it all you’ve got! ” another offered. And, most embarrassing of all, “ You can do it!” I know you thought you were being encouraging, but it only served to deepen the shame. Anyway, I accepted your ballthrowing advice, backed up, rocked back and forth a little, took a deep breath and let it fly. It hit the edge of the fence and bounced back to me. I surprised myself— and I’m sure you as well — by letting out a cry, “ DAMN IT!!!” I then willed myself to have a heart attack and pass out in front of you just so I’d be put out of my misery. Alas, the heart attack didn’t happen, and you continued to look at me expectantly, like you were content to do this all night. I had bee a sort of exhibition for you. I could feel your collective thoughts drifting through the chainlink: “ Can she really not do it? But I mean, really?” Unfortunately for you, I wasn’t really game to continue your experiment. Three failed attempts at a simple task in front of a group of people in a two