【正文】 heir wishes are the cause of everything that happens D As Rosalie Warren stood at the mailbox in the lobby of her apartment building in May 1980, she shared the anxiety of many other college seniors. In her hand was an envelope containing her final grades. As she nervously opened it, Warren wondered whether her hundreds of hours of studying had paid off. They had. “I got five A’s,” she still recalls with elation. “I almost fell on the floor!” Warren would graduate from Suffolk University with a Bachelor of Science degree in philosophy and history at age 80. Three years later, at age 83。t find a better way to express their deep sorrow B. they believe that they were responsible C. they had overlooked the natural course of events D. they didn39。t accustomed to the change in weather. D. They died due to lack of care by family members. 51. The author had to conduct the two women39。s my fault that she died.” At the second home, the son of the other dead woman said, “If only I hadn’t insisted on my mother’s going to Florida, she would be alive today. That long airplane ride, the abrupt change of climate, was more than she could take. It’s my fault that she39。t excuse your actions, and to drink alcohol habitually is a sign of alcoholism. Alcoholics are seen as mentally weak, and are avoided by society due to their inability to have self control.” 46. What does the passage mainly tell about? A. Cultural diversity. B. Cultural differences. C. Cultural revolution. D. Cultural construction. 47. Which is closest in meaning to the underlined word “mandatory” in Para. 3? A. Required. B. Forbidden. C. Permitted. D. Arranged. 48. According to the passage, what are Americans most likely to do? A. Tipping everywhere. B. Sending a surprising business present. C. Drinking a lot. D. Obeying the game rules. 49. Which word do the international travelers probably use to describe Americans? A. Confident. B. Selfdisciplined. C. Selfless. D. Generous. C I had an experience some years ago which taught me something about the ways in which people make a bad situation worse by blaming themselves. One January, I had to conduct two funerals on successive days for two elderly women in my munity. Both had died “full of years” as the Bible would say。 I didn’t seem to know when to stop talking. Whether it was hurting someone’s feelings, or having carelessly told a secret, the incident could have been avoided had I closed my mouth sooner. So I decided to practice the power of quiet. To take this step, I needed to understand how people could sit fortably in a group and not talk. Why does my husband feel pletely content to say nothing in a conversation? He’s highly intelligent and has wonderful opinions but he’ll sit quietly and just listen. Even when he’s asked a pointed question, he’ll answer with few words while still municating effectively. What a talent! Can you imagine being happy just listening? In surveying those I know who talk less than I do, I got two answers—they either didn’t feel confident enough to speak up, or they just didn’t feel the need to participate in the conversation. Of course there were other reasons for not talking, but these were the two most popular answers. The first one didn’t work for me. I’m just fine letting people know what I think about them, and hopefully it will make the conversation much more interesting. The second one didn’t work either. I do feel the need to participate. I feel it physically like an electrical pulse through my body。 Growing up in a military(軍人的 ) family, I moved a lot. I mostly went to 21 with other kids whose parents were also in the military. But when my dad 22 from the army after twenty years of service, I found myself 23 a civilian(平民的 ) school with twelveyearolds who shared no similar life experience with me. I was a stranger in a strange land. Everyone in my class had grown up together, and they had no room to 24 for a newer. I wore different clothes, had different thoughts, and spoke with an accent. I 25 for the first few weeks of school. I had no friends, no activities, and no 26 of a bright future. To deal with it all, I began 27 in my diary every day — stories of adventure, of old friends, of feelings that I could not speak. I wrote as if my life depended on it, as if the very next breath I took could not happen 28 I wrote down words. One day, my teacher, Mrs. Bush, came to me and asked why I always sat there writing instead of playing with others. I told her I enjoyed writing and 29 writing to playing. She smiled at me and walked away. About three weeks later, Mrs. Bush gave us a writing assignment. I was 30 that I could now participate in something I knew I excelled in. That night I worked and worked on the essay. I wrote with great 31 . It was my one chance to feel important and 32 by the class. A few days after we handed in our assignments, Mrs. Bush called me up to the 33 of the classroom. I stood before thirty pairs of eyes looking at me, and I got 34 . Was I in trouble? Did I do something wrong? Then Mrs. Bush told the class how much she 35 all the work that went into the essay and everyone had done a great job. But, she said, one student stood 36 as an excellent writer, one with imagination, creativity, and word mastery. That student was me! The class clapped politely and Mrs. Bush handed me my paper, with the following 37 on it: “Malinda, you are an excellent writer. You fill your paper with the breathing of your heart. Please keep on writing and share your 38 of writing with the world. I am proud of you and glad you are in my class.” Mrs. Bush helped m