Read the following article and select the best answer. Article: Famous as "the king of chefs and the chef of kings," Auguste Escoffier helped raise the position of cooking from a laborer's task to an artist's job. Escoffier was born on October 28, 1846, in the small village of Villeneuve-Loubet, near Nice, France. Among the key figures in the boy's life was his father, who worked primarily as a blacksmith . His grandmother, an enthusiastic cook, was perhaps more responsible than anyone for introducing the boy to an appreciation of the delights of cooking. Young Escoffier attended the local school until age 12, upon which time his father thought it necessary that the boy learn a trade. In school he had shown a talent for drawing, yet he was told to regard this art only as a hobby, and to find his career in a more practical profession. Thus his father took him to Nice in 1859, where he would work as an apprentice in his uncle's restaurant, the respectable Le Restaurant Francais. At Le Restaurant Francais, Escoffier was not treated as the close relative of the boss. Rather, he experienced a classically demanding apprenticeship. For this strictness of training he would later, in his memoirs , express gratefulness. During this time Escoffier also attended night school, and had to deal with his studies as well as the demands of a promising career. When Escoffier was 19 and had taken on yet more responsibilities in his uncle's restaurant, a customer recognized his skills and offered him work in Paris. This was the owner of Le Petit Moulin Rouge, one of the finest restaurants in Paris, where Escoffier was to become a sous-chef, ranking below the head chef. After three years in this position, he rose to the level of head chef, wearing the respected chef's hat. Question: We can infer that as a schoolboy, Escoffier might hope to be _ . - a chef - a businessman - an artist - a blacksmith
an artist
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Read the following article and select the best answer. Article: Chuck was thirteen when he came home from the hospital. He came home not because he was getting better but because he wanted to be with people he knew and loved when he died. I came by the house to visit him and his family several times a week during his treatment. On most of my visits, Chuck was very weak. But the last time I saw him alive, he was awake. "I have got something for you." He pulled out a piece of crumpled paper from under his pillow. "I want you to give this to my mom and dad after I die. You'll know when it's right, I guess, won't you?" "What is it?" I asked. "It's a list of all the fun we had, and all the happy time when we laughed." I almost gasped in great surprise. "Like what?" I asked quietly, trying to regain my calmness. "Like the time when Mom, Dad, Chrissie, Linda and me were dressed up as fruits and Dad was driving us to a costume party. Dad was a bunch of grapes and I was an apple, and the others were different things like bananas and pears." And a policewoman _ for speeding. When the policewoman came up to the car, she looked and started laughing so hard that she could hardly stand up. And we all started laughing and she said, "Where are you all heading -- a salad bar?" Dad said he was sorry to be speeding, but his kids were getting so ripe that they were starting to draw flies. And she laughed till she had to take off her dark glasses and wiped tears from her eyes." Chuck laughed and so did I. The list was full of laughing and fun. What a wonderful gift, I thought. Question: Why did Chuck go home from the hospital? - He had been cured by the doctors. - He got better and better. - He missed his friends and teachers. - He wanted to be with people who he knew and loved when he died.
He wanted to be with people who he knew and loved when he died.
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Read the following article and select the best answer. Article: My Best Enemy Once again, I was in a new school. So was a girl in my class named Lisa. That's where the similarities ended. I was tall and she was small. My thick black hair had been recently cut short into an untidy style. Her natural blonde hair flowed to her waist and looked great. I was 12 and one of the oldest in the class while she was 11 and the youngest. I was awkward and shy. She wasn't. I couldn't stand her, considering her my enemy. But she liked me and wanted to be friends. One day, she invited me over and I said yes--I was too shocked to answer any other way. My family had moved six times in six years, and I had never managed to develop any friendships. But this girl who wore the latest fashions wanted me to go home with her after school. She lived in a fun part of town that had two pizza places, an all-night bookstore, a movie theater and a park. As we walked from the school bus stop through her neighborhood, I tried to guess which house might be hers. Was it the white one with the perfect lawn or the three-story house with a front porch? I got very surprised when she led me into an old apartment building. She lived on the fourth floor in a two-room place with her mother,her stepfather, her two brothers and her sister. When we got into the room she shared with her sister, she took out a big case of Babies, which was my next surprise. I had never played with them. We sat on the floor,laughing as we made up crazy stories about the Babies. We found out that we both wanted to be writers when we were older and both had wild imaginations. We had a great day that afternoon. Lisa was loved by the whole neighborhood. The bookstore owners lent her fashion magazines; the movie theater gave her free tickets... Soon I was included in her magic world. We slept over at each other's houses and spent every free moment together. Lisa, my first real friend since childhood, helped me get through the rough year of early adolescence and taught me an amazing and very surprising thing about making friends: that your... Question: The writer and Lisa were similar in the way that _ . - they were of the same age - they had the same hair styles - they were both tall - they were both new students
they were both new students
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Read the following article and select the best answer. Article: Everyone needs recognition for his achievements,but few people make the need known quite as clearly as the little boy who said to his father,"Let's play darts .I'll throw and you should say 'Wonderful!'" Fran Tarkenton,former Minnesota Vikings quarterback,once called a play that required him to block onrushing tacklers. FEL quarterbacks almost never block.They're usually vastly outweighed by defenders,so blocking exposes them to the risk of severe injury. But the team was behind,and a surprising play was needed.Tarkenton went into block,and the runner scored a touchdown.The Vikings won the game. Watching the game films with the team the next day,Tarkenton expected a big pat on the back for what he'd done. It never came. After the meeting,Tarkenton approached coach Bud Grant and asked,"You saw my block,didn't you,Coach?How come you didn't say anything about it?" Grant replied,"Sure,I saw the block.It was great,but you're always working hard out there,Fran.I figured I didn't have to tell you." "Well,"Tarkenton replied,"if you ever want me to block again,you do!" Question: What did Fran Tarkenton expect while watching the game films? - Recognition. - Pride. - Cheers. - Reward.
Recognition.
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