高中英语课外阅读40篇新人教整理.docx

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高中英语课外阅读40篇新人教整理

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AfterDivorce

MyparentsdivorcedwhenIwastwo,andtherepercussionsoftheirsplitlastedlongafteritwasfinal.Mymotherwasaparochialschoolteacherwhoearnedjustenoughtostayoffwelfare,butnotenoughforustolivecomfortably.Utilitiesinourhomewereshutofffromtimetotime,anditseemedlikewewouldnevercatchup.Mymotheralsoworkednights,soafterschoolIwouldgotomygrandparents'house.Ispentlittletimewithmymotherbecausesheworkedduringtheweek,andeventuallyonweekends,too.

Mymostpainfulmemoriesofthattimearenotofbeingteasedformylimitedwardrobe,orthetimeswehadnorunningwaterbecausemymothermissedpayments.Themostdifficultexperiencewaswatchingmymothercryatnight,whileIhuggedherandtoldherIlovedher.

Throughallthis,Ilearnedsomuch.Icametovalueeducation,familyandfaith.Iworkedhardinschool,andearnedgoodgrades.Ilearnedfrommymother'sexample（shewentbacktoschoolafterthreechildrenandadivorce）thatitisimportantforawomantogotocollegeandnotdependonaman.IcametovalueextendedfamilysupportanddevelopedacloserelationshipwithmygrandparentsandcousinsbecauseIwaswiththemsomuchwhilemymotherworked.

Last,myfaithbecameverystrong.Althoughmymotherwasverybusy,shemadesureweallwenttochurchtogethereverySunday.Mostimportant,wedidnotblameGodforoursituation.Instead,wethankedHimforthegoodthingsinourlives.Weweregratefulforthepeoplewhocaredaboutus,fornotbeingonthestreets,andforgoodhealthwhenwedidnothavehealthinsurance.Myparents'divorcecausedhardshipsandpain,butitwasalsoanexperiencethatIwouldnotchangebecauseofhowmuchIlearned.

TheViewfromDownUnder

Goodthingscomeinsmallpackages.Trustme,Iknow.Alltoweringfourfeetandeleveninchesofmecanattesttothetruthofthiswell-knownmaxim.Inmyopinion,Iama17-year-oldmature,responsiblegirlwhoisabouttoembarkonthetumultuousjourneyoftenreferredtoascollege.Whilethisistrue,manypeoplehaveadifficulttimebelievingit.Theyperceivemeasacutelittlegirl,perhapsabouttoembarkonthetumultuousjourneyoftenreferredtoashighschool.Yes,that'sright,highschool.

Myworldisfullofremarkssuchas"Aren'tyoujustthecutestlittlething!

"andanarrayofnicknamesthatemploycleverspin-offsoftheword"short."（It'ssurprisingwhatpeoplecancomeupwith.）Duringheadcountspeopleoftenfindithilarioustocountmeasonlyhalfaperson,andalmostdailyIwitnessthedisbelievingfaceofsomeonewhohaslearnedmytrueage.

IwouldbelyingifIsaidthisneverbothersme.Believeme,I'veusedmyfairshareofage-enhancingtechniques:

experimentingwithmake-up,hairstylesandashortgirl'sbestfriend:

bigshoes.Yes,theygetthejobdonetemporarily,butwhenthemake-upiswashedoff,thehairletdownandtheshoesputaway,whatamIleftwith?

Me.Andisthatreallysuchabadthing?

No!

It'stakenmemostofmyteenagelifetorecognizethatshortdoesnotequalbadandthatpeoplearen'tdoingmeanyharmbythinkingIlook12.Thesepeoplecan'thelpit-Idolookyoung.

IfIweregiventheopportunitytobetall,Iwouldturnitdown.Itwouldchangeme.Myshortnesshasgivenmecharacter;it'sapartofme.I'velearnedhowtotakejokesandreciprocate,butIalsothinktwicebeforecommentingonaperson'sappearancebecauseIknowitcanhurt.I'vebeenthere.

Afteraperiodofdoubtanddiscontentment,I'vefinallyacceptedthefactthatI'llforeverbetellingpeople,"Yes,Ireallyam17（or21,or30）.I'velearnedtodealwiththeharshrealitythatI'llbegettingthekids'menuatrestaurants（oneofthemoreembarrassinghardships）evenwhenI'mwellintomytwenties.Oh,andonemorething:

mypantswillalwaysbejustalittlebittoolong.Butthat'sokaywithme.

ASoakingReverie

TodayItookabathforthefirsttimeinfourmonths.Notasingletile,doororpieceoffurniturestoodinmyunfinishedhome.Theechoesoftherunningwaterplayedscalesupmyspine.Drip,drip,drip,drip.ThiswasthefirsttimeIeverfeltfortunatetohaveabath.Aburdenfelluponmyfamilywhenmysisterfailedtoturnoffthecurlingironandmyhousewentupinflames.Thefirerefusedtostopuntilithadgobbledupalmosteverything.Ilostmuch,butIlearnedevenmore.

Withoutaplacetocallhomeandwarmweathercoming,myparentsmadethedecisiontocamp-outforthesummerasourhousewasrebuilt.Withninepeopleandthreecamperslitteringthebackyard,therewasn'tadoubtinmymindthatthiswouldtakepatienceandunderstanding.Welostourcozybeds,ourtelevision,ourrefrigerator.Weresortedtousingcampercots,ameltedradioandcoolers.Theshowerswereoftencold,butnotnearlyascoldassomeofthenights.Crammedtogether,myfamilysurvivedinisolatedpoolsofpity.Animositypoisonedourair.Ibegantoforgethowconvenientairconditioningandhome-cookedmealswere.Ourdebtincreasedaswerepurchasedourlostpossessions.Flashlights（notcandles,duetoournewbornfearoffire）wereessential,andbugspraybecamethenewfamilyfragrance.However,IdiscoveredthatIwasn'taloneinmysuffering.

NeedingpointsforNationalHonorSociety,Iagreedtogowithmyfriendtoachurchtodovolunteerwork.Inamuggyroomwefedsurplusfoodtofamilieswhohadlittle.Whilepouringdrinks,Ilistenedtoeachfamily'sstory.Thechildrenwerebeyondhungry,andthescoopsofinstantmashedpotatoesandslicesofporkwouldbetheirfirstmealoftheday.Thelingeringsmellofmothballsconvincedmethatmothshadnotcreatedthetinybutnumerousholesintheirclothes.Thechildrennervouslygnawedattheirdirtyfingernails.Theparentsavoidedeyecontact.Thechatterwasminimalandthedeafeningsilencemademystomachchurn.Ileftmysorrowbehindandbroughthomeastomachfullofguilt.Ispenttherestofthatdaytryingtosalvagesomeofourbelongingsbyscrubbingawaythesootandstains.

Afteradrearyday'swork,Ifilledthetubwithnearlyscaldingwater.Iinchedeachtoeintogetusedtothetemperature.Ithadbeensolong.Itwasasiftimehadpaused.ItwasimpossibleformetorememberthelasttimeIappreciatedasimpletubofhotwater.NeveroncedidIthinkhowprivilegedIwastohaveahome,afamilyandlife.

Tearsstainedmycheeks.Inmybackyard,Ifeltsoclosetohome,yetsofaraway.Isulkedandsoakedforwhatseemedlikeages.Ipeeredintothewaterinsearchofmyreflection.Thecloudysubstancesmotheredmyfloatingimage.Mymindyelled,Whyme,whyme?

Myconscienceresponded,Whythem,whyanyone?

ThatdayIhadmetsomanywhowouldgivetheirrightarmtolivemylife,andallIcouldthinkaboutwasmyowninsignificanttroubles.SoonenoughmyagonywouldendandIwouldbelivinginmyhomeagain.Unfortunately,thisisn'ttrueforeveryone.

Childrenstarve,homesarebombed,gunsarefired,andpovertyruinsmanylives.Mostadolescentsfortunateenoughtohavefood,familyandahomedon'trealizethatthesearegiftsfromGod.Lifeisagiftthatweoftentakeforgranted.Losingsomuchforcedmetolookatlifefromanewangle.

Thedaytragedymadeitsunwantedvisittoburndownmyhome,Irealizedmyemptyhouseisbetterthannone,mydistraughtfamilyisbetterthannofamily,andmylifeisbetterthansomanyotherswhohavefarless.It'sironichowsuchatragedy（andabath）taughtmethegreatestlifelessonofall.

ALessonRemembered

Atfirstmyfingerswereawkward.Theyfumbledcarelesslyandsloppilylikefiveuncookedfrenchfries.IwasinthefifthgradewhenIfirstdippedmyfingersintotheendlessoceanofexpressionandallowedmyhandstogrowavoice.

ItbegansimplywiththeAmericanSignLanguagealphabetwhenashort,roundwomancametomyclassonDiversityDaytoteachusafewbasics.Irememberwatchingherchubbyfingersdancefromwordtoword,andIleftschoolthatdayfascinated.Myinterest,though,wasburiedunderamoundofdancerecitalsandbirthdayparties,remaininguntoucheduntilmyfirstdayofhighschool.

IremembermypalmsbeingsweatyasIwanderedanxiouslyintoherclassroom.Fromcornertocorner,thewallsweredecoratedwithclippingsandposterspertainingtoDeafnessandAmericanSignLanguage.Picturesofsigninghandshungfromthebulletinboards.IknewthenthatIhadsteppedintoanotherworld.

Oncetherestofmyclassmatessettledintheirseats,shebegan.Shedidnotspeak.Herhandsflewaboutgracefullyasshesigned,"Hello.MynameMs.Lewison.Yournamewhat?

"Thesesignsdidnotmakesenseuntillaterthatweek,butstillIsatuprightatmydesk,unabletoblink.Myentirefirstimpressionofherwassilent.

Asmonthspassed,myclasstransformedfrom12independentteenagerstakingacoursetoanunusuallylargefamily.Ms.Lewisonwaslikeourmother.Whenwewerefeelingtroubled,wejustletourhandsdothetalking.Weoftenhadintenseclassdiscussionsaboutworldissues...withoutourvoices.Itwasonthesedaysthatthelessonbecamelessaboutfollowingthecurriculumandmoreaboutlife.ItwasalsothenthatIgrewintoamoresensitiveandacceptingperson.

Ms.Lewisonperformedatoughtask.Shesuccessfullyreplacedallthatwasignorantinmewithcuriosityandtolerance.Thenshetookmyopenmindandopeneditevenwiderandstillfoundtimetoturnmeintoafluentsigner.Whensheleftourbelovedclassroomtoearnherdoctorateandopenaschoolofherown,shetaughtmethattherearenolimitsandmyabilitiesareendless.

Todaymyfingersarestronger.Theyhavelearnedtodanceandtell