When Susan told me that she was terribly ill and probably would die. I cried. I didn't understand why this happened to my best friend. Then Susan1me a red ribbon(丝带) without saying anything.
   A month later, Susan was at a hospital about two hours away from where we lived. I asked my dad to take me to see her. I wanted to give my best friend a 2. So I took out the ribbon and cut it into two pieces with scissors(剪刀). I put one in my pocket and the other in an envelope(信封), along with a letter explaining it to her. I told her to keep her 3 beside her bed, and I would keep mine near me, too. Then I went to the hospital one Friday afternoon, wondering (想知道) if the ribbon would 4anything to her. I walked into the room and ran over to give her a big hug. Then I gave her a teddy bear and the envelope. We talked for a while and then she started looking5, so I asked her to get some rest and left the hospital. All the way home I 6the ribbon close to me.
   For the next four months, the ribbon was with me7 I went: school, home, shopping, and at friends’ houses. Where I went, it went. It was something to remind(提醒)me that I had a friend who would 8 home very soon. Susan said that she wore her ribbon 9 her arm all the time and she always had it close to her when she was being tested and treated.
   Finally, Susan came home! I was so happy. That night, I looked at the ribbon which was still with me. I had a feeling it would never 10, that I would remember what had happened during the time she had been ill.

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    I don't ever want to talk about being a woman scientist again. There was a time in my life when people kept asking me stories about what it's like to work in a field under the control of men. I was never very good at telling those stories because truthfully I never found them interesting. What I do find interesting is the existence of the universe, the shape of space time and the nature of black holes.

    At 19, when I began studying astrophysics(天体物理学), it did not bother me in the least to be the only woman in the classroom. But while earning my Ph.D. at MIT and then as a post-doctor doing space research, the problem started to bother me. My every achievement—jobs, research papers, awards—was viewed from the angle of gender (性别) politics. So were my failures.

    Then one day a few years ago, out of my mouth came a sentence that would finally become my reply to any and all provocations(挑衅): I don't talk about that any more. It took me 10 years to get back the confidence I had at 19 and to realize that I didn't want to deal with gender problems. Why should removing sexism be yet another terrible burden on every female scientist? After all, I don't study sociology or political theory.

    Today I research and teach at Barnard, a women's college in New York City. Recently, someone asked me how many of the 45 students in my class were women. You cannot imagine my satisfaction at being able to answer, 45. I know some of my students worry how they will manage their scientific research and a desire for children. And I don't take no notice of those concerns. Still, I don't tell them “war” stories. Instead, I have given them this: the scene of their physics professor heavily pregnant (怀孕）doing physics experiments. And in turn they have given me the image of 45 women driven by a love of science. And that's a sight worth talking about.