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I was in the fifth grade when I first dipped my fingers into the endless ocean of expression and allowed my hands to grow a(n) 41 . I remember my hands being sweaty as I wandered 42 into her classroom. From comer to corner,the 43 were decorated with clippings (剪报）and posters 44 Deafness and American Sign Language. Pictures of 45 hands hung from the bulletin boards (宣传牌）. Once the rest of my classmates 46 in their seats, she began. She did not speak. Her hands 47 about gracefully as she signed, “Hello. My name Ms. Lewison. Your name what?” These signs did not 48 until later that week，but still I sat upright at my desk,trying to figure them out. My entire first impression of her was “ 49 ”. As months passed, my class transformed to an unusually large family. Ms. Lewison was like our 50 .When we were feeling troubled,we just let our 5 1 do the talking. The lesson became less about following the lesson itself and more about 52 . Ms. Lewison performed a tough task. She 53 replaced all the ignorance in me with 54 Then she opened my 55 and opened it even wider. She would find time to turn me into a 56 signer. She taught me that there are no limits and my abilities are 57 . Today my fingers have learned to 58 .Ms. Lewison pushed me 59 into the ocean of Deaf Culture and I have become a strong swimmer in diverse 60 . 41. A. picture B. voice C. order | 
