I'm taking a test and have to guess the right answer to the question after the article. Article: When I was 12, all I wanted was a signet ring. They were the "in" thing and it seemed every girl except me had one. On my 13th birthday, my Mum gave me a signet ring with my initials carved into it. I was in heaven. What made it even more special was that it was about the only thing that wasn't being "replaced". We'd been burnt out in fires that swept through our area earlier that year and had lost everything--so most of the " new" stuff we got was really just to replace what we'd lost. But not my ring. My ring was new.www.ks5u.com Then, only one month later, I lost it. I took it off before bed and it was missing in the morning. I was sad and searched everywhere for it. But it seemed to have disappeared. Eventually, I gave up and stopped looking for it. And two years later, we sold the house and moved away. Years passed, and a couple of moves later, I was visiting my parents' when Mum told me that she had something for me. It wasn't my birthday, nor was it Easter or Christmas or any other gift-giving occasion. Mum noticed my questioning look. " You'll recognize this one," she said, smiling. Then she handed me a small ring box. I took it from her and opened it to find my beautiful signet ring inside. The family who had bought our house 13 years earlier had recently decided to do some redecorations, which included replacing the carpets. When they pulled the carpet up in my old bedroom, they found the ring. As it had my initials carved into it, they realized who owned the ring. They'd had it professionally cleaned up by a jeweler before sending it to my mother. And it still fits me. Question: What would be the best title for the passage? Options: A: My New Ring B: Lost and Found C: Lost and Replaced D: An Expensive Ring
B
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I'm taking a test and have to guess the right answer to the question after the article. Article: My family moved around a lot when I was growing up.In 2nd grade,I lived here in Washington D.C,where I made an amazing group of friends.I was upset when my parents told me we were moving again and I would have to leave all my best friends behind. In 7th grade.we moved back to Washington D.C.And I could not have been more excited and I felt like I was finally home again.But things had changed.There were two new girls,who decided that they didn't like me,which meant no one else could,not even all my former best friends. And then one day during school,I opened my locker,only to find a note lying on the floor.The note said:Die.Nobody likes you. My heart started beating faster and I felt the blood rushing to my face.I had no idea what to do.The note wasn't signed and I had no idea who had written it,but I figured the new girls were behind it.I had to sit in class all day with my head down,wondering who else knew about this shame.I felt horrible and sure that nothing would ever be good again. I decided that the perfect way to end all of this was with another note,left on the bathroom mirror at school. It's sad for someone to bully other classmates to make themselves feel better or look cool.Bullying others is a way to impress others.It's common,but that doesn't mean it's okay.Looking cool is not worth making others feel bad.Obviously I'm very happy now,but it doesn't mean I'11 ever forget about that note or how it made me feel.And to those of you that are current victims of bullying--know that you are NOT alone.It will get better.I promise. Question: Why was the author unhappy when she left Washington D.C.? Options: A: She couldn't adapt herself B: She had to leave best friends. C: She was growing up there. D: She hated traveling a lot.
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Ques: I'm taking a test and have to guess the right answer to the question after the article. Article: Once there was a poor farmer and his farm belonged to a rich man. One day he brought a basket of apples to the rich man's house. On the doorsteps, he met two monkeys dressed like children. They jumped onto the basket to eat the apples and threw some on the ground. The farmer politely took off his hat and asked the monkeys to get off. They obeyed and the farmer went into the house. He asked to see the rich man. A servant took him to the room where the rich man was sitting. "I have brought you the basket of apples you asked for," he said. "But why have you brought a half-empty basket?" the rich man asked. "I met your children outside, and they stole some of the apples. Question: What did the monkeys do when the farmer was on the doorsteps? Options: A: They jumped and jumped. B: They played. C: They ran away. D: They ate some of the apples.
Ans: D
I'm taking a test and have to guess the right answer to the question after the article. Article: I IMCKKD up the phone. Without so much as a hello ,a voice said: "What's new? We have an eagle in the backyard. It look me three second* lo recognize my nephew's a voice. He was excited. "He's sitting on top of a dead tree in the backyard .He's been there a long lime. We're tilling in the sunroom watching him." But actually, my nephew is blind. Ketinitis pigmentosa brgan stealing his sight when he was 12. He' s in his 20s now. "It's a big thing. Dad said it must have a wingspan of 6 feet (1.88 meters). We've got an eagle out hack!" I could believe they had the rare pleasure of spotting an eagle. What I couldn't believe was that my nephew, without sight, was giving the comment. It shouldn't have been that surprising,really? His sight might be gone, but he sees plenty. From memory, mostly; from conventions around him; from listening to television and radio. He has an amazing memory. We took him into town with us when we were visiting his parents once. Our GPS wasn' t working, so he gave us directions turn by turn, complete with landmarks, approximate distances and cautions on curves in the road. He knew exactly where we were and got us to where wanted to go. Second to his family, there are two things that have been important in this young man's life: a guide dog and a job. The guide dog gave him the confidence he didn't know he had. The job, "well" as his dad said: "Having a job makes him like everybody else. Now, he has something to come home and complain about at the end of the day." I never have a conversation with my nephew without asking about his job in case lie wants to complain. But I know-and I know that he knows work is a gift. We were created to work. We were made to produce goods and services, to invent and solve problems. Work is what drags us out of bed in the morning. Work gives us something to do and somewhere to go. If that doesn't I sound like a big deal, talk to someone who' s unemployed. It is working hard that enhances the lime that you don't work, from kicking back and reading a book to... Question: According lo the article, a job is very important lo the author's nephew mainly because . Options: A: a job make* him confident and slops him from complaining B: a job enables him lo feel normal C: with a job he can afford to raise his guide dog D: with a job he can help his parents support I he family
B