11-12-2“中级听说”部分答案Chapter7-12.doc

Chapter 7 Why Does It Hurt So Much Tapescript Why Does It Hurt So Much? The story started on a normal day when I was only six years old. All of us, mom, dad, my brothers and sister, and I were getting ready for the day’s events, school and work. When we all left, everything seemed fine. The four of us, my older brother and sister and one of my younger brothers, walked to school three blocks away. School was the same as it usually was. I went out for morning recess, then came in and colored with melted crayons and then went to lunch. I didn’t know that within the next hour, my life was about to change and I was going to be thrown into the most “traumatic years of my life” as one psychologist would later say. I came back into the classroom from recess, sat in my chair, and prepared to learn about addition and subtraction. I was excited because when I got home, I was going to show mommy and daddy what I had learned. I didn’t know that at that moment, my dad was standing in the school office, asking for my brother and me to be pulled out of school. I would definitely learn the concept of subtraction later. We walked to our silver Toyota van and joined my older brother and sister. When we pulled into the garage, my mom was sanding in the doorway with a neck brace on. I couldn’t figure out what was going on. My mom had a very angry look on her face, and her nostril were faring. Her eyes scared me the most. They were little slits below her eyebrows. If she had looked my way, she surely would have burnt a hole through my own eyes. I can still remember the scene. My mother stormed out of the doorway to the driver’s side of our van. My dad told us to go upstairs. We got out of the van, all on the passenger side. My mother didn’t seem to notice that we were there. As we walked, rather briskly, inside, I heard screaming and arguing. My dad hadn’t gotten out of the van and he and my mom were arguing their way down the hall into the study. By now, we were upstairs in my brothers