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nullBefore Reading_mainBefore Reading_mainBefore ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter Reading1. Story — Mother’s Love 2. American Women in the Working World 3. The Cost of Attending Colleges in the U.S.4. Poem Appreciation 5. Warm-up QuestionsBefore Reading_2.1Before Reading_2.1Story — Mother’s Love Directions: Listen to the story and then answer the questions.Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter Reading■Before Reading_1.2Before Reading_1.2Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingA little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper and handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it and this is what it said: For cutting the grass: $5.00 For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00 For going to the store for you: 50 cents Baby-sitting my little brother while you went shopping: 25 cents Taking out the garbage: $1.00 For getting a good report card: $5.00 For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00 Total owed: $14.75 Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he’d written on, and this is what she wrote:Before Reading_1.3Before Reading_1.3Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingFor the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: No charge For all the nights that I’ve sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you: No charge For all the trying times and all the tears that you’ve caused through the years: No charge For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead: No charge For the toys, food, clothes and even wiping your nose: No charge. Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is: No charge When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes and he looked straight at his mother and said, “Mom, I sure do love you.” And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: “PAID IN FULL”. Before Reading_2.2Before Reading_2.21. What did the boy ask for from his mother? 2. What did the mother do to answer the boy? 3. What did the boy do after reading the answer? 4. What did the boy write as the answer? 5. What did you get from the story?Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingMoney for what he had done for her.She turned over the paper and wrote her answer on it.He was moved and there were big tears in his eyes.Paid in full.Before Reading_3.1Before Reading_3.1 In the United States, more than of the women over 16 years old are now reported to be in the labor force, full or part time. Women hold more than of all the jobs in the nation and their rushing into the job market continues at a rapid pace. Most of them, of course, are still employed in jobs traditionally filled by women: clerical , sales and service. Growing numbers, however, are moving into those higher level , well-paid positions and exclusively for men, such as , law and management. Most women work because their families need the fuel, housing, transportation and education rising steadily, more and more families are depending upon a second Many women work also because they want to have careers of their own and enjoy full with men.■Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter Reading50%____Directions: Listen to the passage and fill in the blanks. American Women in the Working World 42%____jobs_____professions__________medicine________money______income______equality_______once reserved almost .jobs____. With the prices of food,Before Reading_3.2Before Reading_3.2 With more and more women going out to work, it is now hard to find the once “typical” family of father at work, mother in apron at home, and two children in the nest. Today it is far more for both parents to be working and for husbands to in the household work of taking care of the children, cooking the meals, doing the dishes and washing the clothes.Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter Readingcommon________share______Before Reading_4.Before Reading_4.Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingThe Cost of Attending Colleges in the U.S.Directions: Listen to the passage and fill in the blanks.1. Tuition fees for public elementary and secondary schools: 2. Proportion of students entering college: 3. Two types of colleges: 1) 2) 4. Average tuition fees for college and university a year: 5. Resources for tuition fees: 1) 2) 3) 6. Ways to pay back loans: 1) 2) 3)free____half of them__________public______private______$12, 000 -14, 000 ______________work during vacation_________________do part-time job during term time__________________________apply for loan from the government____________________________Students may take up 11 years to repay._________________________________If the student becomes a teacher in public school, he / she only pays a portion of the loan.________________________________________ ________________________________________If the student becomes a teacher in depressed areas, 15% of the loan will be wiped out each year.____________________________________________________________________________________■Before Reading_1.1Before Reading_1.1Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter Reading In the United States, every child has the right to attend public elementary and secondary schools without tuition fees. About 12% of all children of elementary and secondary school age attend parochial (教区) and other private schools and their parents have to pay tuition fees. Today about half of the high school graduates go to colleges and universities, of which about one-third are public institutions supported and controlled by federal, state, or local governments. A student at a state college or university doesn’t have to pay a lot if his or her parents live in the state. But private colleges and universities can be very expensive. It has been a very common practice for students to work to earn money, not only by taking full-time jobs during vacations but also by taking part-time jobs during term-time. As the total cost of study and living on campus averages $12,000 —14,000 a year those earnings are useful and often essential. Students can also borrow a certain amount of money form the government if they are in need of it. The Higher Education Act of 1965 allows students to receive loans in their first year in college. Students may take up to 11 years to repay the loans, and those who themselves become teachers in public schools only have to repay a portion of the loan. Those who teach in depressed areas are specially favored and teaching in depressed-areas each year wipes out 15% of the loan. Before Reading_5.Before Reading_5.Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingPoem Appreciation Not until I became a mother did I understand How much my mother had sacrificed for me; Not until I became a mother did I feel How hurt my mother was when I disobeyed; Not until I became a mother did I know How proud my mother was when I achieved; Not until I became a mother did I realize How much my mother loves me. — Victoria Farnsworth■Before Reading_6.Before Reading_6.Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingWarm-up Questions1. Does your mother work? 2. What’s her job? 3. Who does the household work, your father or your mother or both of them? 4. Do you often help out a little at home? Why or why not? 5. Do your parents understand you? 6. Do you really understand your parents? 7. Have you ever seen your mother ( or father) cry? When was that and why?Globe Reading_mainGlobe Reading_main1. Part Division of the Text2. Further UnderstandingBefore ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter Reading3. Information Finding 4. Chronology of the StoryFor Part 1 Questions and AnswersFor Part 2 Multiple ChoiceFor Part 3 Blank FillingFor Part 4 Question and AnswerGlobe Reading.1Globe Reading.1Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingPart Division of the TextMain IdeasParagraphsPart 11 ~ 627 ~ 17318 ~ 21I was shocked at finding my mother crying because she would probably lose her new job.I previously assumed my mother was a capable woman. She tried all she could to save up money to send us to university.I realized my mother’s pressure and vulnerability as a human being.422 ~ 24I understood my mother’s perseverance and its influence on me.Globe Reading.2.1Globe Reading.2.1Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingQuestions and Answers 1. What did the author plan to do when he came home from school one winter day? 2. Who did he see in the living room? What was she doing? Why was his mother in tears? 5. How did he feel when he saw his mother crying?He planned to read a new issue of his favorite sports magazine.He saw his mother there.She was crying.She was going to lose her new job.He felt helpless and out of place. Globe Reading.2.2.1Globe Reading.2.2.1Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingMultiple Choice A) a failure B) a fruitless attempt C) a success D) a profitable thing2. His mother was a _______ person once she set her mind to something.1. Mother’s plan to open a day nursery turned out to be______.A) resolute B) strong C) powerful D) learnedGlobe Reading.2.2.2Globe Reading.2.2.2Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingA) was busy helping her mother with the household work B) cared very little about the household work C) was busying with schoolwork D) understood his mother’s trouble at work4. The author said that the typewriter his mother bought was_____.3. In this part, we can conclude that the author__________. A) useless B) useful C) of some use D) of little useGlobe Reading.2.2.3Globe Reading.2.2.3Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingThe author didn’t feel any surprise when he learnt that his mother got a job at the radio station because he was sure that_________.A) anybody could do it B) it was an easy job C) his mother was always a good typist D) his mother was able to do anythingGlobe Reading.2.3Globe Reading.2.3 , Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingBlank FillingDirections: Read part 3 of the text and fill in the blanks with the proper words from the text. She then. She put her against my shoulder and . I held her close and didn’t try to . I knew I was doing what I should, what I , and that it was enough. In that , feeling Mother’s back racked with I understood for the first time her . She was still my mother, but she was something more: a person like me, capable of fear and hurt and . I could feel her as she must have felt mine on a thousand when I had sought in her arms.face____broke______sobbed______talk____could_____moment_______emotion_______vulnerability__________failure_____pain_____occasions________comfort______Globe Reading.2.4Globe Reading.2.4Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingQuestion and AnswerWhy did the author mention the old typewriter several times in this part?a. It serves as a symbol of Mother’s persistence in the face of setbacks and failures. b. It often reminds the author of his mother’s courage to go on. c. It becomes a kind of stimulus for the author when he meets any difficulty or failure.Globe Reading.3.1Globe Reading.3.1Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingInformation Finding Directions: Go through the text again and pick out the jobs the author’s mother has done.Globe Reading.3.2Globe Reading.3.2Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingGlobe Reading.4Globe Reading.4Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingChronology of the Story Directions: Fill in the blanks with the facts from the text.TimeHappeningsSome years beforeThe family moved to town.A few months after they’d sold the motelMother started to learn typing.Near ChristmasMother got a job at the radio station.MondayMother went to work for the first day.TuesdayMother had some trouble with her typing.WednesdayMother cried.A week laterMother took a new job selling dry goods.Two years laterMother got a better job.Several years later when I graduatedMother had already been a journalist.NowI keep the old typewriter as the best memento.Article1Article1Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingA mother and her son learn more from a moment of defeat than they ever could from a victory. Her example of never giving up gives him courage for the rest of his life.Article1_SArticle1_SI was shocked into stillness by what I saw. Mother, pulled into a tight ball with her face in her hands, sat at the far end of the couch. She was crying. I had never seen her cry. I approached cautiously and touched her shoulder. “Mother?” I said. “What’s happened?” She took a long breath and managed a weak smile. “It’s nothing, really. Nothing important. Just that I’m going to lose this new job. I can’t type fast enough.” Coming home from school that dark winter’s day so long ago, I was filled with anticipation. I had a new issue of my favorite sports magazine tucked under my arm, and the house to myself. Dad was at work, my sister was away, and Mother wouldn’t be home from her new job for an hour. I bounded up the steps, burst into the living room and flipped on a light.Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingThe Day Mother CriedGerald MooreArticle2_SArticle2_S“But you’ve only been there three days,” I said. “You’ll catch on.” I was repeating a line she had spoken to me a hundred times when I was having trouble learning or doing something important to me. “No,” she said sadly. “I always said I could do anything I set my mind to, and I still think I can in most things. But I can’t do this.” Before ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingI felt helpless and out of place. At age 16 I still assumed Mother could do anything. Some years before, when we sold our ranch and moved to town, Mother had decided to open a day nursery. She had had no training, but that didn’t stand in her way. She sent away for correspondence courses in child care, did the lessons and in six months formally qualified herself for the task. It wasn’t long before she had a full enrollment and a waiting list. I accepted all this as a perfectly normal instance of Mother’s ability. Article3_SArticle3_SBefore ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingBut neither the nursery nor the motel my parents bought later had provided enough income to send my sister and me to college. In two years I would be ready for college. In three more my sister would want to go. Time was running out, and Mother was frantic for ways to save money. It was clear that Dad could do no more than he was doing already — farming 80 acres in addition to holding a fulltime job.A few months after we’d sold the motel, Mother arrived home with a used typewriter. It skipped between certain letters and the keyboard was soft. At dinner that night I pronounced the machine a “piece of junk.” “That’s all we can afford,” Mother said. “It’s good enough to learn on.” And from that day on, as soon as the table was cleared and the dishes were done, Mother would disappear into her sewing room to practice. The slow tap, tap, tap went on some nights until midnight.Article4_SArticle4_SBefore ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingIt was nearly Christmas when I heard Mother got a job at the radio station. I was not the least bit surprised, or impressed. But she was ecstatic. Monday, after her first day at work, I could see that the excitement was gone. Mother looked tired and drawn. I responded by ignoring her. Tuesday, Dad made dinner and cleaned the kitchen. Mother stayed in her sewing room, practicing. “Is Mother all right?” I asked Dad. “She’s having a little trouble with her typing,” he said. “She needs to practice. I think she’d appreciate it if we all helped out a bit more.” “I already do a lot,” I said, immediately on guard. “I know you do,” Dad said evenly. “And you may have to do more. You might just remember that she is working primarily so you can go to college.” I honestly didn’t care. I wished she would just forget the whole thing. My shock and embarrassment at finding Mother in tears on Wednesday was a perfect index of how little I understood the pressures on her. Sitting beside her on the couch, I began very slowly to understand.Article5_SArticle5_SBefore ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter Reading“I guess we all have to fail sometime,” Mother said quietly. I could sense her pain and the tension of holding back the strong emotions that were interrupted by my arrival. Suddenly, something inside me turned. I reached out and put my arms around her. She broke then. She put her face against my shoulder and sobbed. I held her close and didn’t try to talk. I knew I was doing what I should, what I could, and that it was enough. In that moment, feeling Mother’s back racked with emotion, I understood for the first time her vulnerability. She was still my mother, but she was something more: a person like me, capable of fear and hurt and failure. I could feel her pain as she must have felt mine on a thousand occasions when I had sought comfort in her arms.Article6_SArticle6_SBefore ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingA week later Mother took a job selling dry goods at half the salary the radio station had offered. “It’s a job I can do,” she said simply. But the evening practice sessions on the old green typewriter continued. I had a very different feeling now when I passed her door at night and heard her tapping away. I knew there was something more going on in there than a woman learning to type.When I left for college two years later, Mother had an office job with better pay and more responsibility. I have to believe that in some strange way she learned as much from her moment of defeat as I did, because several years later, when I had finished school and proudly accepted a job as a newspaper reporter, she had already been a journalist with our hometown paper for six months. Article7_SArticle7_SBefore ReadingGlobal ReadingDetailed ReadingAfter ReadingThe old green typewriter sits in my office now, unrepaired. It is a memento, but what it recalls for me is not quite what it recalled for Mother. When I’m having trouble with a story and think about giving up or when I start to feel sorry for myself and think things should be easier for me, I roll a piece of paper into that cranky old machine and type, word by painful word, just the way Mother did. What I remember then is not her failure, but her courage, the courage to go ahead. It’s the best memento anyone ever gave me. Article1_S_1Article1_S_1Coming home from school that dark winter’s day so long ago, I was filled with anticipation. I had a new issue of my favorite sports magazine tucked under my arm, and the house to myself. Dad was at work, my sister was away, and Mother wouldn’t be home from her new job for an hour. I bounded up the steps, burst into the living room and flipped on a light.The Day Mother CriedGerald MooreI was shocked into stillness by what I saw. Mother, pulled into a tight ball with her face in her hands, sat at the far end of the couch. She was crying. I had never seen her cry. I approached cautiously an