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    While high school does not generally encourage students to explore new aspects of life,college sets the stage for that exploration. I myself went through this 1 process and found something that has changed my 2 at college for the better:I discovered ASL-American Sign Language(美式手语).

    I never felt an urge to 3 any sign language before.My entire family is hearing,and so are all my friends.The 4 language were enough in all my interactions(交往).Little did I know that I would discover my 5for ASL.

    The 6 began during my first week at college. I watched as the ASL Club 7 their translation of a song. Both the hand movements and the very 8 of communicating without speaking 9me. What I saw was completely unlike anything I had experienced in the 10 .This newness just left me 11 more.

After that, feeling the need to 12further, I decided to drop in on one of ASL club's meetings. I only learned how to13 the alphabet that day. Yet instead of being discouraged by my 14progress,I was excited. I then made it a point to 15those meetings and learn all I could.

    The following term, I  16an ASL class. The professor was deaf and any talking was  17 . I soon realized that the silence was not unpleasant. 18 , if there had been any talking, it would have 19us to learn less. Now, I appreciate the silence and the 20way of communication it opens.

    A couple in South Carolina has been eagerly seeking an organ donor. They haven't found one1 . But they did find something else: friends.

Larry Swilling and his wife Jimmie Sue have been happily 2 for 56 years. So happily, in fact, that Larry has now come to realize he can't 3without his wife. "She's my heart," he said. The problem with Jimmie Sue is that she4a kidney(肾). Jimmie Sue was born with only one, and now that doesn't 5. She needs a transplant but neither her husband, nor anyone tested in her family, is a 6 match.

    Jimmie Sue is trying to get on a donor list, but the7is about two or three years long and that's for a kidney from a dead donor. Transplant patients who get their kidneys from living donors tend to live8. That is why Larry decided to try to ask for it, from total strangers.

"I don't9what people think," Larry said. He tells his wife, "I'm going to10you a kidney." And on the street, wearing a signboard "Need kidney for my wife", he's not shy in asking 11 :"Could I use your kidney?" For the last couple weeks, Larry, at 77, has been walking all over his hometown and the surrounding towns-basically12a kidney. He didn't really think it would work.13he said, "I had to do something." He didn't feel14when the phone rang. "I'm willing to donate a kidney for your15," one caller said. "I'd like nothing more than to help you out," said another.

Believe it or not, over the last few days the 16 hasn't stopped ringing. Hundreds of people who either saw his sign or heard about it have 17 . One volunteer said, "I've got two, but I 18 need one." Larry hasn't found a match for his wife, but at least he has already had enough volunteers and 19 enough awareness to save someone. "If I get a kidney, it's fine. If I don't, I hope someone else does," the wife said. And that's why Larry is still out there, appealing to the 20 of strangers for the love of his wife.

    Were you happy and a little worried at the time? I thought so. Soon it would be the holidays, but before that, there were year exams. All the1had been working hard for some time, reviewing their lessons for the exams. If they didn't 2, they would have to retake them in September. There were usually a few who 3, but Jane didn't want to be one of them. She had worked hard all year, 4 just before the exams she was working so hard that her sister Barbara was 5about her. She went to bed too 6. The night before the first exam, Barbara 7 that she have an early night and take a 8pill. She promised to wake 9 up in the morning.

    She was not relaxed. As she was falling asleep, Jane was afraid that she might oversleep. Her 10 kept jumping from subject to subject. At last, with the help of 11, she went to sleep. In no time（不久）at all, she was sitting in the examination hall, looking at the examination 12 , but she couldn't answer any of the questions. 13 around her was writing pages and gages. 14she thought hard, she couldn't find anything to write 15. She kept looking at her 16. Time was running out. There was only an hour to go. She started one question, wrote two sentences, 17 and tried another one. With only half an hour left she wrote another two sentences. By this time she was so worried that she started 18. Her whole body shook. It shook so much that she 19 up. She was still in bed and it had all been a 20 dream. A minute later, Barbara called her name.

    No one is born a winner. People make themselves into winners by their own 1.

    I learned this lesson from a(n)2many years ago. I took the head 3 job at school in Baxley, Georgia. It was a small school with a weak football program.

    It was a tradition for the school's old team to play against the 4 team at the end of spring practice. The old team had no coach, and they didn't even practise to 5the game. Being the coach of the new team, I was excited because I knew we were going to win, but to my disappointment, we were defeated. I couldn't 6 I had got into such a situation. Thinking hard about it, I came to 7that my team might not be the number one team in Georgia, but they were 8me. I had to change my 9 about their ability and potential.

    I started doing anything I could to help them build a little10. Most important, I began to treat them like11. That summer, when the other teams enjoyed their 12, we met every day and 13 passing and kicking the football.

    Six months after suffering our 14 on the spring practice field, we won our first game and our second, and continued to 15. Finally, we faced the number one team in the state. I felt that it would be a16for us even if we lost the game. But that wasn't what happened. My boys beat the best team in Georgia, giving me one of the greatest 17 of my life!

    From the experience I learned a lot about how the attitude of the leader can 18 the members of a team. Instead of seeing my boys as losers, I pushed and 19them. I helped them to see themselves 20, and they built themselves into winners.

    Winners are made, not born.

    I, a postman, married Kathy twenty-eight years ago. Our marriage life was filled with quarrels, swearing, throwing pots…—it was too much like 1. So I had an idea that our time as husband and 2 was about up but I didn't expect it would 3 with a fight.

    We were 4 at home one evening after tea, one at each end of the table. I was 5a book, and Kathy just sat there. 6 she said, "I do love you, Harry." I was still in the book and said 7.

    Then, "Harry, look at me." My 8 came up, smiled and went down again to my reading. Maybe I was in the wrong, and should have said something, 9 the book was too good.

    "I'm sure all that reading's bad 10 your eyes," she commented. I went on reading, not looking up. She added, "My dad used to say that only fools read books."

    The words 11 me and I couldn't resist replying, "He only said that because he didn't know how to read. He was 12."

    Kathy never read books. She hated 13 like poison. She sneered(冷笑), "No need to be jealous of you. We've got more sense, and too much to do."

    Then I was upset, but in a 14 way, "Let me read, anyway, won't you? It's an interesting book, and I'm tired."

    She 15 out loud, "Tired? You ought to do some real work for a change instead of 16the streets with that stupid post-bag." She snatched the book out of my 17 and screamed, "Nothing but books, books, books," throwing the book into the fire.

    This really 18 me, so I slapped(掌掴) her across the face, not very hard but I did.

    One day, a month after 19 the book, I came back from work and found a note waiting for me, "I am going away and not coming back."

    We 20 six years after we married.

    From childhood, Moira loved to write. Throughout school she1writing, but pursuing it2was never a possibility. Her father was a doctor, her mother a nurse. "Medicine was a fairly3choice," Moira says, "and writing was a career where it wasn't a4that you'd have high income."

    She became a doctor but still wanted to write something. However, being a doctor was so5that she didn't take up writing until her thirties. She6a novel – a fictionalized version of her travel in China after university. She got excellent7. Moira sent it off to as many agents as she could find, and found one who wanted to8her. Suddenly, it seemed she was on her9as an author.

    "I had one lengthy phone call with the agent where we10all possible areas that she thought needed11. I worked on those and sent it back to her but didn't hear anything." It wasn't long12Moira found another agent who was13if she was willing to rewrite it from the first person to the third person. She did the hard work and sent it off again. "I got back a really brief letter: 'Thank you, I'm no longer interested.' It was really14."

    A decade went by, and Moira found herself eager to write again, this time15for her own enjoyment. She16herself the challenge of creating a thriller and chose Western Australia as her setting.

    As she was writing just for herself, something surprising began to happen. "The characters17a life of their own; they started doing things I hadn't thought about. It just18." One day, an agent called from Australia. Three weeks later, Moira had a publication deal. Her novel, Cicada, was published in March.

    "19it hadn't been published I still gained so much from the20," says Moira.