题型:短文续写 题类:常考题 难易度:困难
山东省泰安市2019-2020学年高二下学期英语期末考试试卷
You never know the difference you might make if you take the time to encourage someone. I gave up the idea of being a writer the summer before I started college. I'd been writing since I was five years old. My little friends wanted toys at that time, but I just wanted paper. Childhood passed and a box of short stories gave way to my middle school days. I wrote for a magazine and by the time I was in my eighth grade, half of the annual publications were written by me. Sometimes I'd dream about being a novelist, writing books that everyone might read. My dad was always sure that it would happen. When he read my poems or stories, his eyes welled up. "That's beautiful, honey," he always told me. "One day, the entire world will know what a gift you have." Those words encouraged me through high school to keep believing that writing was my calling.
But somewhere along the months of my senior year, I became disappointed. The crazy injustice in this world — bad guys getting buck out on the street and doing harm again and again, changed my mind." I m going to be a lawyer in the future," I told my parents. My dad's face fell, but he kept his smile. "Whatever you do, you'll be brialliant at it," he said to me.
One of my first classes at college was Journalism 100. One day, the professor, Bob Scheibel, assigned us a story about an apartment fire. He gave us the facts and we had a few days to write a news story.
I was sure that I had gotten the facts right when I wrote the story. I didn't expect much feedback. But a few days later, Bob Scheibel asked me to talk to him after class. Questions raced through my mind. What had I done wrong? Had I gotten the facts mixed up? Did I miss anything critical in the details? Five minutes after the class, I found myself in front of the professor. His eyes met mine with great seriousness.
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