Text 1 I remember clearly the last time I cried. I was twelve years old, in theseventh grade, and I had tried out for the junior high school basketball team.I walked into the gym; there was a piece of paper on the wall. It was ,a cut list. The boys whose names were on the list were welcometo keep on coming to practices. The boys whose names were not on the list hadbeen cut; their presence ( 出席 ) was no longer desired． Ihad not known the cut was coming that day．I stood andstared at the list．The list had not been made with agreat deal of consideration；the names of the very bestplayers were at the top，and the other members of theteam were listed in what appeared to be a descending(下降)orderof basketball skills．I kept looking at the bottom ofthe list，hoping against hope that my name would appearif I looked hard enough． Iheld myself together as l walked out，but when Igot home I began to cry．For the first time in my life．I had been told officially that l wasn’t good enough．Sports meant everything to boys that age；ifyou were on the team，it put you in the desirable group．If you were not，you might as well not bealive． Allthese years later，I remember it as if l were still standingright there in the gym．I don’tknow how the mind worksin matters like this；I don’t know what went on in myhead following that day of cut．But I know that mydetermination has been so strong ever since then；I knowthat for all of my life since that day．I have done morework than I had to be doin9，put in more hours than Ihad to be spending．I don’t know if all of that camefrom a determination never to allow my’self to be cui again--never to allowsomeone to tell me that I’m not good enough again--but I know it’s there．And clearly it’s there in a lot of other successful men too Why do youthink the author acted so strongly about the cut（） A: It forced him to change the team． B: It listed his name at the bottom． C: It was open to the public． D: It hurt his pride．