An Ancient Memento
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An Ancient Memento
Sierra had been volunteering at the Caswell Natural History Museum for two weeks. She loved getting ready for work in the morning, patting the bronze triceratops on the head as she arrived, and finding out each day what her tasks would be. The week before, the Native American room had required some renovations to fix a leak in the ceiling. All the artifacts needed to be carefully packed and moved into a storage area until the repairs were made. Sierra touched the arrowheads, the birch bark canoe, and beaver skins, and the hand thrown pottery with great reverence. This was exactly what she loved so much about the museum. It allowed her a glimpse into lives and time periods totally different from her own.
That Wednesday morning, Mr. Rockwell had asked Sierra to shelve some books in the museum\'s mini science library. When she had finished, her next assignment was to dust the fossils in the \"hands-on science\" area of the prehistoric room. Her favorite part of the room held the miniature dioramas of prehistoric life. There were different ones for various eras in time, but the one Sierra liked best held tiny cavepeople draped in furs in a wintry setting. A frozen lake lay at the far end of the display, and a family of early humans huddled over a tiny faux fire. Sierra paused for a few moments to marvel at the details before she moved to the hands-on area.
She carefully picked up an ammonite and dusted the ridges of stone before she returned it to the tray above its label and information card. The crinoids, or corals, were next. Finally, Sierra reached the trilobites, the bug like creatures that always reminded her of cockroaches, even though they were more closely related to crabs and lobsters. She was returning the last one to the tray when two little boys sprinted into the room. Their father strode quickly after them, speaking in a low but stern tone. Sierra was startled by the unexpected activity, and the trilobite she was holding slipped from her hand to the polished concrete floor.
Sierra felt her face flush as she knelt to pick up the pieces. The trilobite [pieces she was holding were at least 240 million years old! Why on earth has she been entrusted with such an ancient piece of history Sierra was certain that she would lose her position, even though she was just a volunteer. Even worse was the embarrassment she felt. she was certain that she\'d never be able to return to the museum again. Sierra couldn\'t believe that the mood of the morning had changed so rapidly.
Sierra briefly considered putting the pieces back on the tray, but she knew she would be unable to lie if Mr. Rockwell asked her what happened. The only thing to do was to take responsibility for what had happened. Sierra inhaled deeply and headed for Mr. Rockwell\'s office.
\"I\'m so sorry,\" Sierra blurted out, \"but I accidentally dropped one of the trilobite fossils when I was dusting, and it broke. I can try to reimburse the museum for it if you want. I was trying really hard to be careful, but I got startled and I dropped it.\"
\"Whoa, whoa, Sierra, please don\'t worry about it,\" said Mr. Rockwell reassuringly. \"It happens all the time,\" he added. \"We wouldn\'t leave anything out for patrons to touch that we couldn\'t stand to see break. Why don\'t you take the pieces of the trilobite home with you as a memento of the day you truly became a member of the museum staff. I can\'t think of a single person who works here who hasn\'t broken something at some point in time!\"
Sierra breather a sign of relief. \"I feel so much better,\" she admitted. She put the trilobite pieces in her bag. \"I promise that this will be my one and only memento!\"
單詞：
reverence- n. 崇敬，尊敬
faux- adj. 人造的
trilobite- n. 三葉蟲
memento-n. 紀念品
問題：
1. What is Sierra’s favorite part of the prehistoric room
2. Who is the protagonist in this story
3. What is Sierra’s reaction when she drops the trilobite
4. Which word best described Mr. Rockwell’s response to Sierra （選擇題）
a. dismayed
b. sympathetic
c. regretful
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Sierra had been volunteering at the Caswell Natural History Museum for two weeks. She loved getting ready for work in the morning, patting the bronze triceratops on the head as she arrived, and finding out each day what her tasks would be. The week before, the Native American room had required some renovations to fix a leak in the ceiling. All the artifacts needed to be carefully packed and moved into a storage area until the repairs were made. Sierra touched the arrowheads, the birch bark canoe, and beaver skins, and the hand thrown pottery with great reverence. This was exactly what she loved so much about the museum. It allowed her a glimpse into lives and time periods totally different from her own.
That Wednesday morning, Mr. Rockwell had asked Sierra to shelve some books in the museum\'s mini science library. When she had finished, her next assignment was to dust the fossils in the \"hands-on science\" area of the prehistoric room. Her favorite part of the room held the miniature dioramas of prehistoric life. There were different ones for various eras in time, but the one Sierra liked best held tiny cavepeople draped in furs in a wintry setting. A frozen lake lay at the far end of the display, and a family of early humans huddled over a tiny faux fire. Sierra paused for a few moments to marvel at the details before she moved to the hands-on area.
She carefully picked up an ammonite and dusted the ridges of stone before she returned it to the tray above its label and information card. The crinoids, or corals, were next. Finally, Sierra reached the trilobites, the bug like creatures that always reminded her of cockroaches, even though they were more closely related to crabs and lobsters. She was returning the last one to the tray when two little boys sprinted into the room. Their father strode quickly after them, speaking in a low but stern tone. Sierra was startled by the unexpected activity, and the trilobite she was holding slipped from her hand to the polished concrete floor.
Sierra felt her face flush as she knelt to pick up the pieces. The trilobite [pieces she was holding were at least 240 million years old! Why on earth has she been entrusted with such an ancient piece of history Sierra was certain that she would lose her position, even though she was just a volunteer. Even worse was the embarrassment she felt. she was certain that she\'d never be able to return to the museum again. Sierra couldn\'t believe that the mood of the morning had changed so rapidly.
Sierra briefly considered putting the pieces back on the tray, but she knew she would be unable to lie if Mr. Rockwell asked her what happened. The only thing to do was to take responsibility for what had happened. Sierra inhaled deeply and headed for Mr. Rockwell\'s office.
\"I\'m so sorry,\" Sierra blurted out, \"but I accidentally dropped one of the trilobite fossils when I was dusting, and it broke. I can try to reimburse the museum for it if you want. I was trying really hard to be careful, but I got startled and I dropped it.\"
\"Whoa, whoa, Sierra, please don\'t worry about it,\" said Mr. Rockwell reassuringly. \"It happens all the time,\" he added. \"We wouldn\'t leave anything out for patrons to touch that we couldn\'t stand to see break. Why don\'t you take the pieces of the trilobite home with you as a memento of the day you truly became a member of the museum staff. I can\'t think of a single person who works here who hasn\'t broken something at some point in time!\"
Sierra breather a sign of relief. \"I feel so much better,\" she admitted. She put the trilobite pieces in her bag. \"I promise that this will be my one and only memento!\"
單詞：
reverence- n. 崇敬，尊敬
faux- adj. 人造的
trilobite- n. 三葉蟲
memento-n. 紀念品
問題：
1. What is Sierra’s favorite part of the prehistoric room
2. Who is the protagonist in this story
3. What is Sierra’s reaction when she drops the trilobite
4. Which word best described Mr. Rockwell’s response to Sierra （選擇題）
a. dismayed
b. sympathetic
c. regretful
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