私醫聯招 英文歷屆試題｜第 128 題

My father picked me up on my last junior high school day. As I showed him my final report card, tears ran down his face. He cried with pride, because he knew how hard I had worked to scrape a borderline pass, and he cried with sadness for what this would mean for my future.

I had  (28)  made it. I spent countless hours torturing my eyes with letters that slid away. No matter how diligently I threw myself at the slope of institutionalized education, my results kept slipping. My teachers didn’t know why. They thought I was just plain stupid.

What  (29)  an average person five minutes to read takes me thirty. Reading for me is like trying to sprint in water. My eyes move quickly across the page, but my mind cannot  (30)  the words in time. The words bounce off a brick wall in my head. The only way they break through is forcing myself to read at a much slower pace.