短文内容包括：1）记述选择的经过；

      2）结合此次经历，简要说明自主选择的重要性。

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An important choice I have made

    There was no question of what I wanted to be when I grew up—a radio announcer. The silky voices of the announcers served as a constant companion who brought life, music and hopes to a nine-year-old only child in the 1930s.

    My family settled in Wagga in 1938. Every Saturday at five o'clock the local radio station 2WG would air a children's programme. Kids were invited to perform their talents. I used these opportunities to polish my voice for the time when my dream might come true.

    Working in radio might involve typing. So, I went to the Wagga Commercial College to learn to type. In 1945, when I graduated, I wrote a letter to apply to the Wagga radio station for a job. Surprisingly, I received a telegram asking me to attend an interview. On the day of the interview, I waited in the reception area with mixed feelings of excitement and calm resolution to do my best. The kind-looking manager surprised me by saying, "I'm afraid we have no plans for young women announcers."

   "In any case, your preference is for classical music?" he asked. "We use all manners of music here."

    "Oh," I said in a confident voice. "I have catholic(广泛的) taste in music." He took me to meet the copy chief. "This is the man you will be working for," he smiled. I was to work six days a week from nine to five, plus Friday nights. The salary was pitiful with the long hours, but I was in!

    After a short while I settled into my responsibilities. On quiet Friday evenings, a helpful announcer offered to show me how to operate the controls at the announcer's desk. He taught me how to put the records on the turntable, bring in the relayed news, and all sorts of tricks I could ever never have mastered alone. This man became my mentor(导师). It certainly wasn't part of any formal training scheme but the experience was invaluable. Sadly, after about six months, it seemed that I would never get the chance to use these skills.

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    However, one Friday night the evening announcer suddenly collapsed with appendicitis(阑尾炎) and was rushed to hospital.

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    After that, things happened swiftly. Within a fortnight I had my own afternoon programme, Music of the Masters.

Jack took a long look at his speedometer (车速表) before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a man get caught so often?

The policeman was stepping out of his car, the big pad in his hand.

Bob? Bob from church? Jack sank farther into his coat. This was worse than the coming ticket. A policeman catching a man from his own church. A man who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office.

Jumping out of the car, he approached the man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform. "Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this." "Hello, Jack." No smile. "Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids." "Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.

"I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit — just this once." Jack toed at a stone on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?"

"I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our neighborhood." Ouch. This was not going in the right direction.

"What did you clock me at?" "Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?" "Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I was merely 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.

"Please, Jack, in the car." Anxious, Jack ducked through the still-open door. Banging the door, he stared at the dashboard (仪表盘). The minutes ticked by. Bob wrote something on the pad. Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?

Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat near this policeman again.

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1）续写词数应为 150 左右；

2）请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。

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Bob tapped on the door, with a folded sheet of paper in his hand.

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Having read the "ticket", Jack jumped out of his car to find Bob.

"Were you Mark's math teacher?" an old man came to my office and asked. I nodded. "Mark talked about you a lot. I want to show you something," he said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on him when he was killed in the battle. We thought you might recognize it. "

Opening the wallet, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. And that happened 20 years ago.

Mark was in the third grade class I taught. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, he had that happy­to­be­alive attitude that made even his occasional misbehavior delightful.

Mark also talked without stopping. I tried to remind him again and again that talking without permission was unacceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was the sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving. "Thank you for correcting me, Sister!" I didn't know what to make of it at first but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day.

One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often. I made a new teacher's mistake. I looked at Mark and said, "If you say one more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut！"

It wasn't ten seconds later when Chuck shouted, "Mark is talking again." I hadn't asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it.

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I walked to my desk and took out a roll of tape.

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One day I decided to do something different when Mark talked again in class.

It is natural that every student remembers the first day at school well. It gave me a terrible feeling of fear and anxiety but I also made a good friend.

When I was of the school-going age,it was my mother who first thought of sending me to school. When she expressed it I thought that she was a heartless woman. It seemed to me that my happy days of playing with my toys were taken from me forever.

As I went to school with my father, my mind was disturbed at first. Although I had heard about school, I had not visited it earlier. My father took me to school which was an unknown place for me. Teachers and students were strangers to me. When I entered the school I felt nervous. It was a big building with tall walls.The atmosphere of the school was calm and quiet. However, as a small child I could not feel stable at the sight of the building. I was not acquainted with such atmosphere earlier.

It was an old and famous school in our community. My father was a student there in his childhood and youth. The headmaster was well known to my father and greeted him with a smile. My father introduced me to the headmaster and requested him to admit me to the school. Then I was admitted as a student. The headmaster allowed me to attend the class. I became nervous. My father left me at the door of a classroom and went away. I was about to cry. Finally, I made up my mind and knocked at the door. A lady allowed me in. It was a classroom filled with students of all size. They looked at me curiously and I just wanted to find a place to hide. The lady led me to a desk behind a girl named Jane and asked us to introduce ourselves one by one.

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One weekend when I was about six years old, my family and I went to Disneyland and had a wonderful day full of excitement. I didn't know that the real excitement didn't begin until that night.

While we were watching the fireworks, I started to get an urge to go to the bathroom, but I didn't want to miss the show. I overheard a conversation between my sister Isabel and my mother, and I approached them to hear what they were saying.

"Mom, I'm going to the bathroom with Lizette, okay?" said Isabel.

"Okay," my mom replied, "but stay together. I don't want any of you to get lost."

The second I saw my sisters leaving, I didn't think twice before running after them — without telling my parents. As I followed them through the huge crowd of people, I started to lose sight of them. I began to panic as I scanned the crowd for them. Crazy thoughts ran through my head like "What if I never see my family again?"

I gave up trying to find my sisters and tried to get back to my family, but I was completely mixed up. After searching for what seemed like forever, I couldn't hold back my tears, and I started crying like I had never cried before.

"Mommy!" I cried out. But everyone around me was too caught up by the fireworks to pay any attention to me.

I tried to stop the scary thoughts that were going through my head and started running as fast as I could ... anywhere ... every where. I was going crazy. "I'm only six, and I've gotten lost. What have I done? How could I have been so dumb to run off without telling anyone?" I thought.

With my face wet from tears, I kept running, pulling at people's pants and crying, "Mommy!" I was hoping that one of these adults would be one of my parents.

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Luckily, I felt a pat on my shoulder and a gentle voice came,

"Are you lost?"

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Finally, through the crowd of people, I recognized a face.

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