单选题 Passage OneIt was the first day of our youth group ski trip. While I waited for the ski lift, I saw a booth offering ski lessons. I considered taking an hour-long lesson, but then I heard my voice in my head: Nah, you don't need any help. After all, you've skied once before. You'll be fine.As I stood on the edge of the beginner's slope', my confidence shrank. After all, I hadn't skied for two years. And even then, I'd only taught myself to ski well enough to make it down once or twice without falling. But surely, I'd be able to figure it out.So, I pushed off and built up speed. I lasted about 15 feet before collapsing into the snow. No problem. That was just one mistake, I thought. I fell about eight times on the beginner's slope before I finally came to a stop at the bottom by hitting a small tree.The second time down, I only fell four times so I figured I was getting better. I managed to glide down the hill with my friend Jen. But twenty seconds later, my skies turned straight down the hill and I reached maximum speed. BOOM. I plowed into a fence."Todd, you might really hurt yourself, Jen said gently. "I think you should take a lesson."I don't need help! I screamed in my head. With that, I stooped up and rocketed down the hill. Near the bottom of the hill, my left ski flew out from under me. My upper body flew forward. My entire weight landed on my face, and I skidded down the hill about 10 feet.My face hurt. My glasses were 3 feet away. My head throbbed. There was blood all over the snow. People stopped to see if I was OK. "I'm fine," I told the crowd without looking up at them. "I don't need help."As my head pounded and my face started to swell, I finally admitted to myself that I couldn't keep doing this. I was dangerous to myself and others. That's when I finally admitted to myself that I should have taken lessons earlier that morning.After stopping at the First Aid, I swallowed my pride and marched up to the ski lesson booth. "I need lessons" I said with my lips swollen the size of bananas.As I waited for my lesson, I felt foolish for ever thinking I could have done this myself.But still, I worried about what the instructor would think of me. At my lesson, the instructor watched how I skied and offered advice. Before I knew it, I could turn! I could stop! Instead of fear and panic, I felt confidence and enjoyment. I could actually ski—not just careen downhill!After my lesson, I went down the "face plant" hill and completely mastered it. At the bottom, Jen said, "I couldn't believe that was you. You're completely transformed!"As he and I took the ski lift up to go again, I thought about my day. I thought about how much I'd fallen. I also thought about how stubborn I'd been through it all. Only when I'd really hurt myself, had I finally admitted I needed help. I've realized that this doesn't just happen with skiing. I've done it in other ways, too. Real transformation, I thought to myself, only comes when I ask advice from others who are wiser than me and accept it with an open mind小题:How did the author feel after taking the ski lesson