2024年3月17日发(作者：妫妙晴)

记叙文

(A)

On Saturday mornings I worked in the family shop. I started cycling down to the shop with Dad on

Saturday as soon as I was big enough. I thought of it as giving him a hand and so I didn't mind what 1

did, although it was mostly just fetching and carrying at a run all morning. I managed not to think of it as

work and I looked forward to the bar of chocolate my grandmother passed me unsmilingly as I left. I tried

not to look at her; I had reason to feel guilty because I'd generally already eaten some dried fruits or a

sliver of cheese when no one was looking. As soon as I was fifteen, though, Dad said, "That's it, our

Janet. You're of working age now and you're not coming to work unless your grandmother pays you

properly.' He did his best to make his chin look determined. "1 shall speak to her."

The next Saturday, Gran called me into her little office behind the shop. I always hated going in

there. She had an electric heater on full blast, and the windows were always kept tightly closed whatever the

weather. There were piles of dusty catalogues and brochures on the floor. "You're wanting to get paid, I

hear," Gran said. "Yes, please," I replied. It was rather like visiting the head mistress at school, so I was

very quiet and respectful. Gran searched through the mess of papers on her crowded desk, sighing and

clicking her tongue. Eventually she produced an official-looking leaflet and ran her fingers along the

columns of figures. "How old are you?" "Fifteen ... Gran," I added for extra politeness, but she looked at

me as if I had been cheeky. "Full-timers at your age get two hundred and forty pounds for a

thirty-five-hour week," she announced in such a way as to leave no doubt that she wasn't in favor of this.

"No wonder there's no profit in shop keeping! So, Janet, what's that per hour?" Question like that always

flustered me. Instead of trying to work them out in my head, 1 would just stand there unable to think

straight. "I'll get a pencil and paper," 1 offered. "Don't bother," snapped Gran angrily, "I'll do it myself. I'll

give you 6 pounds an hour; take it or leave it," "I'll take it, please," "And I expect real work for it, mind.

No standing about, and if I catch you eating any of the stock, there 'II be trouble. That's theft, and it's a

crime."

From then on, my main job at the shop was filling the shelves. This was dull, but I hardly expected

to be trusted with handling the money. Once or twice, however, when Dad was extra busy, I'd tried to

help him by serving behind the counter. I hated it. It was very difficult to remember the prices of

everything and I was particularly hopeless at using the till. Certain customers made unkind remarks

about this, increasing my confusion and the chances of making a fool of myself.

It was an old-established village shop, going back 150 years at least and it was really behind the times

even then. Dad longed to be able to make the shop more attractive to customers, but Gran wouldn't hear of

it. I overheard them once arguing about whether to buy a freezer cabinet. "Our customers want frozen

food," Dad said. "They see things advertised and if they can't get them from us, they'll go elsewhere." "Your

father always-sold fresh food-Gran replied. People — come here for quality, they don't want all that frozen

stuff."

did Janet feel when she first started her Saturday morning job?

enjoyed the work that she was given.

was pleased to be helping her father.

worried that she was not doing it well.

was only really interested in the reward.

do we learn about her grandfather’s office in the second paragraph?

A. It was untidy. B. It was dark.

C. It needed decorating. D. It had too much furniture in it.

68. The word "flustered" (para.2) means _____ .

A. bored B. angered C. confused D. depressed

69. What did Janet's father and grandmother disagree about?

A. How to keep their customers loyal to the shop.

B. The type of advertising needed to attract customers.

C. The type of customers they wanted to attract. _

D. How to get new customers to come to the shop.

78. ６６－６９ ＤＡＣＣ

议论文

Section A (15分，每题1分)

Directions: For each blank in the following passage there are four words or phrases marked A, B, C and D.

Fill in each blank with the word or phrase that best fits the context.

My name is Amy. I’m a 25-year-old graduate student who likes yoga, home-decorating shows and

eating spoonfuls of peanut butter from the jar. Oh yeah, and I’m an iPhone addict.

I wasn’t always an addict. 51 for many years I told myself I didn’t want a fancy cellphone.

They seemed like too much work, always beeping, ringing and 52 attention. I was perfectly 53

with my simple old one, and I didn’t consider changing my mind any time soon.

However, about a year ago, I found myself envious of all those 54 iPhone owners.I started to

show interest in conversations about “iPhone apps”, feeling like a 55 listening to a language I

couldn’t ally I couldn’t ignore my iPhone desire any longer, and I welcomed my new iPhone

into my life. I 56 fell in love with it and could no longer imagine a life without it.

To my surprise, I suddenly found myself with a whole new circle of friends—other iPhone owners. I

could go for advice and 57 and then I learned that various functions of my new device. They

58 to my iPhone-related questrions when my other friends couldn’t. I checked my e-mail about 20 times

a day. I also experienced 59 when I left my iPhone in the change room at the gym. What if she rang

and needed my response? Or, even worse,what if a 60 student knocked her out of my bag and caused

het screen to crack? Okay, so i was addicted to my iPhone.

I 61 something had to be done. But, as I quickly realized, iPhones are like cigarettes and not

easy to quit. 62 I still forced myself to power it off. After a couple of hours without any text alerts or

2024年3月17日发(作者：妫妙晴)

记叙文

(A)

On Saturday mornings I worked in the family shop. I started cycling down to the shop with Dad on

Saturday as soon as I was big enough. I thought of it as giving him a hand and so I didn't mind what 1

did, although it was mostly just fetching and carrying at a run all morning. I managed not to think of it as

work and I looked forward to the bar of chocolate my grandmother passed me unsmilingly as I left. I tried

not to look at her; I had reason to feel guilty because I'd generally already eaten some dried fruits or a

sliver of cheese when no one was looking. As soon as I was fifteen, though, Dad said, "That's it, our

Janet. You're of working age now and you're not coming to work unless your grandmother pays you

properly.' He did his best to make his chin look determined. "1 shall speak to her."

The next Saturday, Gran called me into her little office behind the shop. I always hated going in

there. She had an electric heater on full blast, and the windows were always kept tightly closed whatever the

weather. There were piles of dusty catalogues and brochures on the floor. "You're wanting to get paid, I

hear," Gran said. "Yes, please," I replied. It was rather like visiting the head mistress at school, so I was

very quiet and respectful. Gran searched through the mess of papers on her crowded desk, sighing and

clicking her tongue. Eventually she produced an official-looking leaflet and ran her fingers along the

columns of figures. "How old are you?" "Fifteen ... Gran," I added for extra politeness, but she looked at

me as if I had been cheeky. "Full-timers at your age get two hundred and forty pounds for a

thirty-five-hour week," she announced in such a way as to leave no doubt that she wasn't in favor of this.

"No wonder there's no profit in shop keeping! So, Janet, what's that per hour?" Question like that always

flustered me. Instead of trying to work them out in my head, 1 would just stand there unable to think

straight. "I'll get a pencil and paper," 1 offered. "Don't bother," snapped Gran angrily, "I'll do it myself. I'll

give you 6 pounds an hour; take it or leave it," "I'll take it, please," "And I expect real work for it, mind.

No standing about, and if I catch you eating any of the stock, there 'II be trouble. That's theft, and it's a

crime."

From then on, my main job at the shop was filling the shelves. This was dull, but I hardly expected

to be trusted with handling the money. Once or twice, however, when Dad was extra busy, I'd tried to

help him by serving behind the counter. I hated it. It was very difficult to remember the prices of

everything and I was particularly hopeless at using the till. Certain customers made unkind remarks

about this, increasing my confusion and the chances of making a fool of myself.

It was an old-established village shop, going back 150 years at least and it was really behind the times

even then. Dad longed to be able to make the shop more attractive to customers, but Gran wouldn't hear of

it. I overheard them once arguing about whether to buy a freezer cabinet. "Our customers want frozen

food," Dad said. "They see things advertised and if they can't get them from us, they'll go elsewhere." "Your

father always-sold fresh food-Gran replied. People — come here for quality, they don't want all that frozen

stuff."

did Janet feel when she first started her Saturday morning job?

enjoyed the work that she was given.

was pleased to be helping her father.

worried that she was not doing it well.

was only really interested in the reward.

do we learn about her grandfather’s office in the second paragraph?

A. It was untidy. B. It was dark.

C. It needed decorating. D. It had too much furniture in it.

68. The word "flustered" (para.2) means _____ .

A. bored B. angered C. confused D. depressed

69. What did Janet's father and grandmother disagree about?

A. How to keep their customers loyal to the shop.

B. The type of advertising needed to attract customers.

C. The type of customers they wanted to attract. _

D. How to get new customers to come to the shop.

78. ６６－６９ ＤＡＣＣ

议论文

Section A (15分，每题1分)

Directions: For each blank in the following passage there are four words or phrases marked A, B, C and D.

Fill in each blank with the word or phrase that best fits the context.

My name is Amy. I’m a 25-year-old graduate student who likes yoga, home-decorating shows and

eating spoonfuls of peanut butter from the jar. Oh yeah, and I’m an iPhone addict.

I wasn’t always an addict. 51 for many years I told myself I didn’t want a fancy cellphone.

They seemed like too much work, always beeping, ringing and 52 attention. I was perfectly 53

with my simple old one, and I didn’t consider changing my mind any time soon.

However, about a year ago, I found myself envious of all those 54 iPhone owners.I started to

show interest in conversations about “iPhone apps”, feeling like a 55 listening to a language I

couldn’t ally I couldn’t ignore my iPhone desire any longer, and I welcomed my new iPhone

into my life. I 56 fell in love with it and could no longer imagine a life without it.

To my surprise, I suddenly found myself with a whole new circle of friends—other iPhone owners. I

could go for advice and 57 and then I learned that various functions of my new device. They

58 to my iPhone-related questrions when my other friends couldn’t. I checked my e-mail about 20 times

a day. I also experienced 59 when I left my iPhone in the change room at the gym. What if she rang

and needed my response? Or, even worse,what if a 60 student knocked her out of my bag and caused

het screen to crack? Okay, so i was addicted to my iPhone.

I 61 something had to be done. But, as I quickly realized, iPhones are like cigarettes and not

easy to quit. 62 I still forced myself to power it off. After a couple of hours without any text alerts or