阅读理解 ThatcoldJanuarynight,IwasgrowingsickofmylifeinSanFrancisco.ThereIwaswalkinghomeatoneinthemo
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That cold January night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco. There I was walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theater. With opening night only a week away, I was still learning my lines. I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time. As I walked, I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco. City life had become too much for me. As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings, I felt very small and cold. I began running, both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers. Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless peopl e under blankets. About a block from my apartment, I heard a sound behind me. I turned quickly, half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun. The street was empty. All I saw was a shining streetlight. Still, the noise had made me nervous, so I started to run faster. Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been. It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk. Suddenly I wasn't cold or tired any more. I ran out of the door and back to where I'd heard the noise. Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes, my wallet was nowhere to be found. Just as I was about to give up the search, I heard the garbage truck pull up to the sidewalk next to me. When a voice called from the inside , "Alisa Camacho?" I thought I was dreaming. How could this man know my name? The door opened, and out jumped a small red-haired man with an amused look in his eyes. "Is this what you're looking for?" he asked, holding up a small square shape. It was nearly 3 a.m. by the time I got into bed. I wouldn't get much sleep that night, but I had got my wallet back. I also had got back some enjoyment of city life. I realized that the city couldn't be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other. |
1.How did the writer feel when she was walking home after work? |
A. Cold and sick B. Lucky and hopeful C. Satisfied and cheerful D. Disappointed and helpless |
2.From the first paragraph, we learn that the writer was busy _____. |
A. solving her problem at the bank B. getting used to the city life C. learning acting in an evening school D. preparing for the first night show |
3.On her way home the writer______. |
A. lost her wallet unknowingly B. talked a lot with a garbage truck driver C. was robbed of her wallet by a man with a knife D. found some homeless people following her |
4.From the text, we can infer that the writer_____. |
A. would stop working at night B. would stay on in San Francisco C. would make friends with cleaners. D. would give up her job at the bank |