7．I cheated on a unit test in math class this morning during second period with Mr Burke．Afterward，I was too sick to eat lunch just thinking about it．
I came straight home from school，went to my room，and lay on the floor trying to decide whether it would be better to run away from home now or after supper．Mostly I wished I was dead．It wasn't even an accident that I cheated．
Yesterday Mr．Burke announced there'd be a unit test and anyone who didn't pass would have to come to school on Saturday，most particularly me，since I didn't pass the last unit test．I did plan to study just to prove to him that I'm plenty smart---which I am mostly---except in math．
Anyway，I got my desk ready to study on．Just when I was ready to work，Nicho came into my room with our new rabbit and it jumped on my desk and knocked the flashcards all over the floor．What a mess!Nicho and I finally took the rabbit outside but then Philip came to my room and also Marty from next door and before long it was dinner．
After dinner my father said I could watch a special on television if I'd done all my homework．Of course I said I had．That was the beginning．I felt terrible telling my father a lie about the homework．
It was nine o'clock when I got up to my room and that was too late to study for the unit test so I lay in my bed with the light off and decided what I would do the next day when I was in Mr．Burke's math class not knowing the 8-and 9-times tables．
So，you see，the cheating was planned after all．
The next day，I'd go into class as usual，acting like things were going just great．I'd sit down next to Stanley Plummer---he is so smart in math it makes you sick---and from time to time，I'd glance over at his paper to copy the answers．Everything was okay except that my stomach was upside down and I wanted to die．
The fact is，I couldn't believe what I'd done in cold blood．I began to wonder about myself．I've never been a wonderful kid that everybody in the world loves．I have a bad temper and I like to have my own way and I argue a lot．Sometimes I can be mean．But most of the time I've thought of myself as a pretty decent kid．Mostly I work hard，I care for little kids，and I tell the truth．Now all of a sudden I've turned into this criminal．It's hard to believe I'm just a boy．And all because of one stupid math test．
Lying on the floor of my room，I begin to think that probably I've been bad all along．It just took this math test to clinch it．I'll probably never tell the truth again．
I tell my mother I'm sick when she calls me to come down for dinner．She doesn't believe me，but puts me to bed anyhow．I lie there in the early winter darkness wondering what terrible thing I'll be doing next when my father comes in and sits down on my bed．
"What's the matter？"he asks．"I've got a stomachache，"I say．Luckily，it's too dark to see his face．"Is that all？""Yeah．""Mommy says you've been in your room since school．""I was sick there too，"I say．"She thinks something happened today and you're upset．"That's the thing that really drives me crazy about my mother．She knows things sitting inside my head the same as if I was turned inside out．
"Well，"my father says．I can tell he doesn't believe me．"My stomach is feeling sort of upset．"I hedge（避免做正面答復(fù)）．"Okay，"he says and he pats my leg and gets up．
Just as he shuts the door to my room I call out to him in a voice I don't even recognize as my own．"How come？"he calls back not surprised or anything．So I tell him I cheated on this math test．To tell the truth，I'm pretty much surprised at myself．I didn't plan to tell him anything．
He doesn't say anything at first and that just about kills me．I'd be fine if he'd spank（打屁股） me or something．And then he says I'll have to call Mr．Burke．It's not what I had in mind．"Now？"I ask surprised．"Now，"he says．He turns on the light and pulls off my covers．"I'm not going to，"I say．
But I do it．I call Mr．Burke，and I tell him exactly what happened，even that I decided to cheat the night before the test．He says I'll come on Saturday to take another test，which is okay with me，and I thank him a whole lot for being understanding and all．
"Today I thought I was turning into a criminal，"I tell my father when he turns out my light．
Sometimes my father kisses me good night and sometimes he doesn't．I never know．But tonight he does．
28．By saying"It wasn't even an accident that I cheated"，the author means thatC．
A．he had planned not to study before the test
B．he had planned to cheat with Plummer before the test
C．he decided to cheat after he had wasted the whole evening
D．he decided to cheat when he knew there was going to be a test
29．Before the cheating，the author thought thatD．
A．he was a bad boy in everything
B．he always did what he was told
C．he was a boy that everyone loved
D．he was a decent child but not perfect
30．After he was informed of what he had done，the fatherD．
A．scolded the author severely
B．didn't say anything and left
C．called Mr．Burke immediately
D．let the author make a call to Mr．Burke
31．The author's father kissed the author good night becauseD．
A．he had done something unusual
B．he promised to study math harder
C．he was willing to take a make-up test
D．he realized his mistake and had the courage to admit it．
分析 本文介紹作者在學(xué)校通知要單元測試后，害怕失敗而作弊，但事后因?yàn)樽鞅赘械綗o比自責(zé)，最后在爸爸的幫助下者意識(shí)到自己的錯(cuò)，敢于承認(rèn)了錯(cuò)誤．
解答 28．C．推理預(yù)測題．根據(jù)文章"Anyway，I got my desk ready to study on．"和"the cheating was planned after all．"可知，作者想作弊是有計(jì)劃的，有預(yù)謀的，這不是偶然的．故選C．
29．D．細(xì)節(jié)理解題．根據(jù)文章第八段"I've never been a wonderful kid that everybody in the world loves"和"most of the time I've thought of myself as a pretty decent kid．"可知，作者在作弊前認(rèn)為自己是個(gè)相當(dāng)不錯(cuò)的孩子，只是不夠完美．故選D．
30．D．細(xì)節(jié)理解題．根據(jù)文章倒數(shù)第三段"And then he says I'll have to call Mr．Burke．"可知，爸爸讓作者打電話給Burke先生．故選D
31．D．推理預(yù)測題．根據(jù)文章最后一段"Today I thought I was turning into a criminal，"I tell my father when he turns out my light．"可知，爸爸讓作者意識(shí)到自己的錯(cuò)，敢于承認(rèn)錯(cuò)．故選D．
點(diǎn)評 本文是一個(gè)科教類閱讀理解，題目涉及多道細(xì)節(jié)理解題，做題時(shí)結(jié)合原文和題目有針對性的找出相關(guān)語句進(jìn)行仔細(xì)分析，結(jié)合選項(xiàng)選出正確答案．推理判斷題也是要在抓住關(guān)鍵句子的基礎(chǔ)上合理的分析才能得出正確答案，切忌胡亂猜測，一定要做到有理有據(jù)．
