Question

That cold January night, I was growing sick of my life in the city I lived. There I was walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theater. 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 the life in this awful place.

As I walked down the empty street under tall buildings, I felt very small and cold. “Run！” I told myself and began to do so, both to keep warm and keep away from any possible danger.

About a block from my flat, I heard a noise behind me. I turned quickly, but the street was empty. The noise had made me nervous, so I started to run faster. I didn't realize what the noise had been until I reached my flat. It had been my wallet falling to the street.

I wasn't cold or tired any more. I ran back to where I had heard the noise. Although I searched the street for fifteen minutes, my wallet was nowhere to be found.

Just as I was about to give up the search, I heard a rubbish truck stop next to me. A voice called from the truck driver,“Alisa Camacho？”I thought I was dreaming. How could this man know my name? The door opened and a man jumped out.“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.

回答下面5个问题，每题答案不超过6个词。

1.How many jobs did the writer do in the city she lived?___________________________________

2.How did the writer keep herself warm and safe in the street?______________________________

3.When did the writer realize that the noise had been her wallet falling to the street?_____________________

4.How long did the writer herself spend looking for her wallet?_____________________________

5.Who found the wallet for the writer?__________________________________________

Answer 1