上海新世紀英語高二全部課文及重點詞組

some fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang, and in came mary, another girl in our class.
but after that nobody came. no one.
when it got to be after five, mrs swenson called marget inside. she was there for a long time, and when she came out, she looked very, very sad. “my mother does not think they are coming,” she said.
“why not?” mary blurted.
marget cast a quick glance at me, but she didn’t say anything.
i took marget’s hand. “it’s me, isn’t it?” i said. oh! i remember so painfully today how much i wanted her quick and positive “no!” to my question. but i was only aware of marget trying to slip her hand from mine. i opened my hand and let her go.
it was different between us after her birthday. marget stopped coming to my house, and when i asked her when she would, she looked as though she would cry.
one day, uninvited, i went to her house, climbed up the hill, and a restless feeling grew within me at every step.
marget almost jumped when she opened the door. she stared at me in shock. then, quickly, in a voice i’d never heard before, she said, “my mother says you can’t come to my house any more.”
i opened my mouth, and closed it without speaking. the awful thing had come; my suspicion was confirmed; marget was white and i was not. i did know it deep within myself.
since that meeting marget and i did not speak to each other at all.
on the last day of school, getting up a strange courage, i handed my autograph book to marget. she hesitated, then without looking up, wrote words i don’t remember now; they were quite common words, the kind everyone was writing in everyone else’s book. i waited. slowly, she passed her book to me and in it i wrote with a slow, firm hand some of the words she had taught me. i wrote adjo min van---goodbye, my friend. i released her, let her go, told her not to worry, told her that i no longer needed her. adjo.
24. ryan, his friends, and his incredible torch run
we met in a biology class. ryan sat in the front so that his wheelchair wouldn’t get in the way. i, however, believed that he wouldn’t have gotten in the way wherever he sat. i greeted him with a “hello!” and he replied cheerfully. later it proved that this simple “hello!” was all it took for ryan and me to become great friends.
ryan suffered from brain damage and had endured many an obstacle. yet, he is able to go on living his life to the fullest. he knows the old saying, “when the going gets tough, the tough get going.” to the deepest and most personal extent.