Steve, Adam, Jenny, Frank和Wendy就自己在学校或学习上遇到的困惑分别给Boy’s Life杂志写信，向编辑咨询。阅读下列编辑的回答（A、B、C、D、E和F）选出可以解答每个人疑问的最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该选项标号涂黑。选项中有一项是多余选项。

1.Steve: One of my friends is always copying me．It’s getting really annoying, and I don’t know what to do．Help!

2.Adam: I did badly in school, so my dad switched me to another school to help me．What can I do to stay out of trouble at my new school? My mouth got me in trouble in the first place．

3.Jenny: Some kids are making fun of me because I’m in honors math and read 800-page books．Isn’t that something to be proud of?

 

4.Frank: I have a problem: I can’t socialize．I’m really shy, and I’m already a freshman in high school．Can you help me, please?

5.Wendy: I always make honor roll, but I’m going to high school next year．How can I manage this: keep up my A’s and B’s, and at the same time, do other after class activities I’m interested in．

A	B
A wise man once said, “It’s better to do a few things well than a lot of things poorly．” As you make the transition to a tougher workload, focus on maintaining a balance of schoolwork, scouting, other activities, friends, family and just the games you are enjoying playing．You may always think of this: we can learn things not only in classes, but outside of classes．You’ll be happier, not to mention more successful at the things you like．	If you’re having trouble keeping up, ask your teachers if they can recommend someone to tutor you for an hour after school．I know it sounds like torture, but trust me．I was struggling through math and eventually my mum made me get a tutor．I was very angry．But it turned out that with the tutor’s help, I could get through my work in an hour instead of three hours at home．So after a few weeks, I caught up with the rest of the class．
C	D
You should be flattered—he looks up to you．But I understand; it’s completely up-setting．My little sister went through a stage in which she constantly bought the same exact clothes as me．But after a few months she turned to someone else．Wait it out for a while, and your friend will probably discover his own sense of style．Then let him know you think he’s cool, especially he does his own thing．Your comment will spare him embarrassment, boost his self-esteem and, ultimately, get him to stop cloning around．	You’re right．Intelligence is a quality that everyone wants, and as you get older it’s going to be what people love and respect about you．And yet, just as hyper-social people need to make time for schoolwork, you might benefit from a little balance as well．In addition to exercising your brain with classes and books, exercise your spirit with music, sports, Scouts or other activities．Bonus: Some of those kids who laughed at you might someday realize how cool you actually are and shut up．
E	F
The fact that you recognize what the problem is and want to fix it is fantastic．Avoid becoming a regular in the schoolmaster’s office, and make a good first impression in the new place．This doesn’t mean you have to be a top student．Jus do your work, speak up in class when the teacher asks a question and seek extra help if your grades start to slip．And stay involved in after-class activities so that you can keep yourself too busy to get into trouble and help you burn off some of the energy that tends to land you in hot water．	A teacher once gave me this great advice: Prepare a conversation in your head before going into an uncomfortable social situation．It sounds like a lot of work, but it’s easy – and it works! For example, if you know you’re hiking a certain mountain with Scouts this weekend, go online and Google the area you’re hiking．Find an interesting or funny fact or two and talk about them when your troop is climbing up the mountain．As for the “cool” kids, forget them．Coolness runs out after high school．

 

 

They were going to Fort Lauderdale — three boys and three girls — and when they boarded the bus, they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags, dreaming of golden beaches and sea tides as the gray, cold spring of New York went behind them.
As the bus passed through New Jersey, they began to notice Vingo. He sat in front of them, completely in silence.
Deep into the night, outside Washington, the bus pulled into Howard Johnson’s, and everybody got off except Vingo. The young people began to wonder about him. When they went back to the bus, one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself.
“Want some wine?” she said. He smiled and took a swig from the bottle. He thanked her and became silent again. After a while, she went back to the others, and Vingo nodded in sleep.
In the morning, they awoke outside another Howard Johnson’s, and this time Vingo went in. The girl insisted that he join them. He ordered black coffee and some cookies as the young people talked about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus, the girl sat with Vingo again, and after a while, slowly and painfully, he began to tell his story. He had been in prison in New York for the past four years, and now he was going home.
“Are you married?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” she said.
“Well, when I was in prison I wrote to my wife,” he said, “I told her that I was going to be away for a long time, and that if she couldn’t stand it, if the kids kept asking questions, and if it hurt her too much, well, she could jus forget me. I’d understand. Get a new man, I said — she’s a wonderful woman. I told her she didn’t have to write me. And she didn’t. Not for three and a half years.”
“And you’re going home now, not knowing?”
“Yeah. Well, last week, when I was sure the parole (假释) was coming through, I wrote her again. We used to live in Brunswick, just before Jacksonville, and there’s a big oak (橡树) just as you come into town. I told her that if she didn’t have a new man and if she’d take me back, she should put a yellow handkerchief on the tree, and I’d get off and come home. If she didn’t want me, forget it — no handkerchief and I’d go on through.”
“Wow,” the girl exclaimed, “Wow.”
She told the others, and soon all of them were in it, looking at the pictures Vingo showed them of his wife and three children.
Now they were 20 miles from Brunswick, and the young people took over window seats on the right side, waiting for the approach of the great oak. Vingo stopped looking, tightening his face, as if protecting himself against still another disappointment.
Then Brunswick was ten miles, and then five. Then, suddenly, all of the young people were up out of their seats, shouting and crying.
Vingo sat there astonished, looking at the oak. It was covered with yellow handkerchiefs — 20 of them, 30 of them, maybe hundreds, flying in the wind. As the young people shouted, Vingo slowly rose from his seat and made his way to the front of the bus to go home.
【小题1】At the beginning of the story, the young boys and girls ______.

A．showed a great interest in Vingo	B．didn’t notice Vingo at all
C．wanted to offer help to Vingo	D．didn’t like Vingo at all

【小题2】The underlined part “Howard Johnson’s” is most probably a(n) ______.

A．bus station

B．apartment

C．hospital

D．restaurant

【小题3】How did Vingo feel on the way home?

A．Ashamed.

B．Relaxed.

C．Nervous.

D．Disappointed.

【小题4】The paragraphs following this passage would most probably talk about ______.

A．Vingo’s experience in prison

B．the young people’s travel to Fort Lauderdale

C．Vingo’s three lovely children

D．the dialogue between Vingo and his family

They were going to Fort Lauderdale — three boys and three girls — and when they boarded the bus, they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags, dreaming of golden beaches and sea tides as the gray, cold spring of New York went behind them.

As the bus passed through New Jersey, they began to notice Vingo. He sat in front of them, completely in silence.

Deep into the night, outside Washington, the bus pulled into Howard Johnson’s, and everybody got off except Vingo. The young people began to wonder about him. When they went back to the bus, one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself.

    “Want some wine?” she said. He smiled and took a swig from the bottle. He thanked her and became silent again. After a while, she went back to the others, and Vingo nodded in sleep.

In the morning, they awoke outside another Howard Johnson’s, and this time Vingo went in. The girl insisted that he join them. He ordered black coffee and some cookies as the young people talked about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus, the girl sat with Vingo again, and after a while, slowly and painfully, he began to tell his story. He had been in prison in New York for the past four years, and now he was going home.

“Are you married?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” she said.

“Well, when I was in prison I wrote to my wife,” he said, “I told her that I was going to be away for a long time, and that if she couldn’t stand it, if the kids kept asking questions, and if it hurt her too much, well, she could jus forget me. I’d understand. Get a new man, I said — she’s a wonderful woman. I told her she didn’t have to write me. And she didn’t. Not for three and a half years.”

“And you’re going home now, not knowing?”

“Yeah. Well, last week, when I was sure the parole (假释) was coming through, I wrote her again. We used to live in Brunswick, just before Jacksonville, and there’s a big oak (橡树) just as you come into town. I told her that if she didn’t have a new man and if she’d take me back, she should put a yellow handkerchief on the tree, and I’d get off and come home. If she didn’t want me, forget it — no handkerchief and I’d go on through.”

“Wow,” the girl exclaimed, “Wow.”

She told the others, and soon all of them were in it, looking at the pictures Vingo showed them of his wife and three children.

Now they were 20 miles from Brunswick, and the young people took over window seats on the right side, waiting for the approach of the great oak. Vingo stopped looking, tightening his face, as if protecting himself against still another disappointment.

Then Brunswick was ten miles, and then five. Then, suddenly, all of the young people were up out of their seats, shouting and crying.

Vingo sat there astonished, looking at the oak. It was covered with yellow handkerchiefs — 20 of them, 30 of them, maybe hundreds, flying in the wind. As the young people shouted, Vingo slowly rose from his seat and made his way to the front of the bus to go home.

1.At the beginning of the story, the young boys and girls ______.

A. showed a great interest in Vingo     B. didn’t notice Vingo at all

C. wanted to offer help to Vingo        D. didn’t like Vingo at all

2.The underlined part “Howard Johnson’s” is most probably a(n) ______.

A. bus station  B. apartment      C. hospital   D. restaurant

3.How did Vingo feel on the way home?

A. Ashamed.     B. Relaxed.     C. Nervous.     D. Disappointed.

4.The paragraphs following this passage would most probably talk about ______.

A. Vingo’s experience in prison

B. the young people’s travel to Fort Lauderdale

C. Vingo’s three lovely children

D. the dialogue between Vingo and his family

 

Does Fame Drive You Crazy?

Although being famous might sound like a dream come true, today’s star, feeling like zoo animals, face pressures that few of us can imagine. They are at the center of much of the world’s attention. Paparazzi (狗仔队) camp outside their homes, cameras ready. Tabloids (小报) publish thrilling stories about their personal lives. Jus imagine not being able to do anything without being photographed or interrupted for a signature.

According to psychologist Christina Villareal, celebrities — famous people — worry constantly about their public appearance. Eventually, they start to lose track of who they really are, seeing themselves the way their fans imagine them, not as the people they were before everyone knew their names. “Over time,” Villareal says, “they feel separated and alone.”

The phenomenon of tracking celebrities has been around for ages. In the 4th century B.C., painters followed Alexander the Great into battle, hoping to picture his victories for his admirers. When Charles Dickens visited America in the 19th century, his sold-out readings attracted thousands of fans, leading him to complain (抱怨) about his lack of privacy. Tabloids of the 1920s and 1930s ran articles about film-stars in much the same way that modern tabloids and websites do.

Being a public figure today, however, is a lot more difficult than it used to be. Superstars cannot move about without worrying about photographers with modern cameras. When they say something silly or do something ridiculous, there is always the Internet to spread the news in minutes and keep their “story” alive forever.

If fame is so troublesome, why aren’t all celebrities running away from it? The answer is there are still ways to deal with it. Some stars stay calm by surrounding themselves with trusted friends and family or by escaping to remote places away from big cities. They focus not on how famous they are but on what they love to do or whatever made them famous in the first place.

Sometimes a few celebrities can get a little justice. Still, even stars who enjoy full justice often complain about how hard their lives are. They are tired of being famous already.

58. It can be learned from the passage that stars today___________.

A. are often misunderstood by the public     

B. can no longer have their privacy protected

C. spend too much on their public appearance

D. care little about how they have come into fame

59. What is the main idea of Paragraph 3?

A. Great heroes of the past were generally admired. 

B. The problem faced by celebrities has a long history.

C. Well-known actors are usually targets of tabloids. 

D. Works of popular writers often have a lot of readers.

60. What makes it much harder to be a celebrity today?

   A. Availability of modern media.                                    B. Inadequate social recognition.

   C. Lack of favorable chances.                                D. Huge population of fans.

61. What is the author’s attitude toward modern celebrity?

   A. Sincere.                       B. Sceptical.                        C. Disapproving.                D. Sympathetic.