I climbed the stairs slowly, carrying a big suitcase, my father with two more. By the time I got to the third floor, I was (16) and at the same time feeling lonely. Worse still, Dad (17) a step and fell, sending my new suitcases (18) down the stairs. "Damn!" he screamed, his face turning red. I knew (19) was ahead. Whenever Dad’s face turns red, look out. How could I ever get him to finish unloading the car (20) screaming at me and making a scene in front of the other girls, girls I would have to spend the (21) of the year with Doors were opening and faces peering out (探出), as Dad walked (22) close behind. I felt it in my bones that my college life was getting off to a(n) (23) start. " (24) the room, quickly," I thought. "Get him into a chair and calmed down." But then again, would there be a chair in Room 316 Or would it be a(n) (25) room (26) I turned the key in the lock and (27) the door open, with Dad still complaining (抱怨) about a hurting knee or something. I put my head in, expecting the (28) . But to my (29) , the room wasn’t empty at all! It had furniture, curtains, a TV, and seven paintings on the walls. And there on a well-made bed sat a my new (30) , dressed neatly. Greeting me with a nod, she said in a soft voice, "Hi, you must be Cori." Then, she (31) the music and looked over at (32) , "And of course, you’re Mr. Faber," she said smiling. "Would you like a glass of iced tea" Dad’s face turned decidedly (33) before he could bring out a "yes." I knew (34) that Amy and I would be (35) and my first year of college would be a Success.