| I climbed the stairs slowly, carrying
a big suitcase, my father following with two more. By the time I got to the
third floor, I was {{U}}(36) {{/U}}and at the same time feeling lonely.
Worse still, Dad {{U}}(37) {{/U}} a step and fell, sending my new
suitcases {{U}}(38) {{/U}} down the stairs. "Damn!" he screamed, his
face turning red. I knew trouble was ahead. Whenever Dad's face turns red,
{{U}}(39) {{/U}} ! How could I ever {{U}}(40) {{/U}} him to finish unloading the car {{U}}(41) {{/U}} screaming at me or making a scene in front of the other girls, girls I would have to spend the {{U}}(42) {{/U}} of the year with? Doors were opening and faces were peering out (探出), as Dad walked {{U}}(43) {{/U}} close behind. I felt it in my bones that my college life was getting off to a bad start. {{U}} (44) {{/U}} the room quickly," I thought. "Get him into a chair and to calm down." But {{U}}(45) {{/U}}, would there be a chair in Room 316? Or would it be an empty room? {{U}} (46) {{/U}} I turned the key in the lock and {{U}}(47) {{/U}} the door open, with Dad {{U}}(48) {{/U}} complaining about a hurting knee or something. I put my head in, expecting the worst. But to my {{U}}(49) {{/U}}, the room wasn't empty at all! It had furniture, curtains, a TV, and even paintings on the walls. And there on a well-made bed sat Amy, my new roommate, dressed neatly. Greeting me with a nod, she said in a soft voice, "Hi, you must be Gori." Then, she {{U}}(50) {{/U}} the music and looked over at {{U}}(51) {{/U}}. "And of course, you're Mr. Faber," she said, {{U}}(52) {{/U}}. "Would you like a glass of iced tea?" Dad's face turned decidedly {{U}}(53) {{/U}} before he could bring out a "yes". I knew {{U}}(54) {{/U}} that Amy and I would be {{U}}(55) {{/U}} and my first year of college would be a success. |