1285727 - Test your Level

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1-Jack ... five cigarettes a day.

SmokeSmokesIs smokingSmoking

2-... she have a cat?

IsDoeshasDo

3-...you come tonight?

Will doDidWillAre

4-John is .... his father.

not smart asmore smart thanmore smarter thansmarter than

5-If I ...time, I’ll show up.

HadHaveWill haveWould have

6-Both of my .... cats need to go to the vet.

Sister'sSisters'SisterSisters

7-No one told Joe and Martha to paint the house. They decided to do it ...

ThemselfThemselvesThemselfs

8-Which time is .... for you?

More goodbetterType option 3The better

9-I’ve thought many times about .... her.

not to tellTo not tellNot having tellNot telling

10-I’m going to talk to ... people.

a littlemanymucha lot

11-I decided to give .... a birthday present.

yourselfmyselfmeherself

12-Do you know if he said .... about the fire?

nothinganythingnonesome

13-Joan was upset about .... to the party.

not having invitednot invitingnot to be invitednot having been invited

14-I stopped .... at the corner.

for smokingto smokingto smokesmoke

15-If I ... you the directions, you’d get lost.

would givehad givengavegive

16-Someone should have told me not to go.

I should have to be told not to goI should have been telling not to goI should have been told not to goI should be told not to go

17-It was snowing, so the flight was delayed.

The weather was due to the plane being delayed.The flight was delayed because the weather.Because of the flight delay was the bad weather.The flight was delayed due to bad weather.

18-The girl is crying. Her doll was broken.

The girl who was broken his doll is crying.The girl whose doll was broken is crying.The girl is crying whose doll was broken.The girl who's doll was broken is crying.

19-Sally is going to do the work.

The work will be being done by Sally.The work will be doing by SallyThe work will be done by Sally.Sally is going to be done by the work.

20-Joe’s father isn’t at home. Joe’s mother isn’t at home.

Neither Joe's father and Joe's mother are at home.Neither Joe's father and mother are at home.Neither Joe's mother nor his father is at home.Neither of Joe's father and mother are at home.

21-We kick with our

nosesheadsarmsfeet

22-Most people have two:

nostrilsbelly buttonstoeschins

23-Every two weeks, she buys groceries. She goes to the:

post officemortuarymarketpharmacy

24-I am an only child. I have no:

cousinsniecessiblingsgodsons

25-There’s nothing I like better than ... when I’m hungry.

brussel sproutsliner notesspare tiresbedspreads

26-A pony is a young dog.

TrueFalse

27- Twenty minus seven equals fourteen.

True.False

28- Firefighters put out fires with water.

TrueFalse

29-Wool is taken from the coats of sheep.

TrueFalse

30-A secretary takes people's orders in a restaurant.

TrueFalse

31-You put out a cigarette in...

a booth.an ashtray.a crop.

32- When you are out of time you can say:

Time's out.Time's up.Time is over.

33-Martin didn't show up at the party. he didn't...

make a spectacle of himself.comeget sick.

34-He called me up out of the blue.

He was sad when he calledI didn't expect his call.He really cheered me up.

35-His story was fishy.

It was silly.It was about fish.It was unbelievable.

36- Reading test: I-Concert Joe: Hey, Luke, how’s it going?-Luke: Fine, how about you?Joe: Not bad. Are you here alone?Luke: No, I’m with my girlfriend. Mary, this is Joe. Mary: Hi Joe, nice to meet you. Joe: Nice to meet you too. How are you? Mary: I’m fine, and you? Joe: I’m doing well, thanks. It’s a very pleasant evening, and I love music. Mary: Me too, and it’s so nice outside. It’s a wonderful concert. Mary's boyfriend is:

JoeLukeNeither.

37-Reading test l- Concert Joe: Hey, Luke, how’s it going?Luke: Fine, how about you?Joe: Not bad. Are you here alone?Luke: No, I’m with my girlfriend. Mary, this is Joe.Mary: Hi Joe, nice to meet you. Joe: Nice to meet you too. How are you?Mary: I’m fine, and you?Joe: I’m doing well, thanks. It’s a very pleasant evening, and I love music.Mary: Me too, and it’s so nice outside. It’s a wonderful concert. Joe likes:

MaryThe theatre.Music

38. Concert.Joe: Hey, Luke, how’s it going?Luke: Fine, how about you?Joe: Not bad. Are you here alone?Luke: No, I’m with my girlfriend. Mary, this is Joe.Mary: Hi Joe, nice to meet you. Joe: Nice to meet you too. How are you?Mary: I’m fine, and you?Joe: I’m doing well, thanks. It’s a very pleasant evening, and I love music.Mary: Me too, and it’s so nice outside. It’s a wonderful concert. Mary says that:

The weather is niceIt's a bit cold this enveningThe concert is no good.

39-Reading test II. What's your eating personality?Judy's 15-year-old son has eaten a peanut butter sandwich for lunch every day since he was four. The last time she suggested something different, he objected. "He said, 'You know, Mom, I have to put up with so much at school; so much is happening and there are so many changes that I just want a lunch that I can count on,'" she says. "It never occurred to me," says Judy, an excellent cook with diverse tastes in food, "that he was using lunch as comfort, as something familiar that he didn't have to worry about."Of course, the best reasons to eat are that you're hungry and that you need food for sustenance, and the best way to respond to those needs is to reach for food that tastes good and is good for you. But everyone knows that emotions, fatigue, hormones, some circumstances and events, certain people, boredom and a lot of other factors can sound the hunger bell, so what we end up eating may have less to do with physical needs than it does with psychological ones. Food, like fashion, can be an expression of personal identity, says Paul Fieldhouse, a professor at the University of Manitoba in Winnipeg, who has a special interest in the social and cultural aspects of food. "Food is like a language that carries messages - the trick is understanding the code," says Fieldhouse. Ylva Van Buuren. 39-Judy's son:

Doesn't want to change his eating habits.has recently switched to eating peanut butter and jellyeats a variety of food for lunchdoes not find schooling challenging

40-Reading test Il. What's your eating personality?Judy's 15-year-old son has eaten a peanut butter sandwich for lunch every day since he was four. The last time she suggested something different, he objected. "He said, 'You know, Mom, I have to put up with so much at school; so much is happening and there are so many changes that I just want a lunch that I can count on,'" she says. "It never occurred to me," says Judy, an excellent cook with diverse tastes in food, "that he was using lunch as comfort, as something familiar that he didn't have to worry about."Of course, the best reasons to eat are that you're hungry and that you need food for sustenance, and the best way to respond to those needs is to reach for food that tastes good and is good for you. But everyone knows that emotions, fatigue, hormones, some circumstances and events, certain people, boredom and a lot of other factors can sound the hunger bell, so what we end up eating may have less to do with physical needs than it does with psychological ones. Food, like fashion, can be an expression of personal identity, says Paul Fieldhouse, a professor at the University of Manitoba in Winnipeg, who has a special interest in the social and cultural aspects of food. "Food is like a language that carries messages - the trick is understanding the code," says Fieldhouse. Ylva Van Buuren. Q40- The mother was surprised because hed son:

is having difficulty in school.wants too much variety for lunch.doesn't like her food.is stressed by too much variety for lunch.

41-II. What's your eating personality?Judy's 15-year-old son has eaten a peanut butter sandwich for lunch every day since he was four. The last time she suggested something different, he objected. "He said, 'You know, Mom, I have to put up with so much at school; so much is happening and there are so many changes that I just want a lunch that I can count on,'" she says. "It never occurred to me," says Judy, an excellent cook with diverse tastes in food, "that he was using lunch as comfort, as something familiar that he didn't have to worry about."Of course, the best reasons to eat are that you're hungry and that you need food for sustenance, and the best way to respond to those needs is to reach for food that tastes good and is good for you. But everyone knows that emotions, fatigue, hormones, some circumstances and events, certain people, boredom and a lot of other factors can sound the hunger bell, so what we end up eating may have less to do with physical needs than it does with psychological ones. Food, like fashion, can be an expression of personal identity, says Paul Fieldhouse, a professor at the University of Manitoba in Winnipeg, who has a special interest in the social and cultural aspects of food. "Food is like a language that carries messages - the trick is understanding the code," says Fieldhouse. Ylva Van Buuren. Q41: put up on the end of line 2 is closest in meaning to:

ignorerejecttoleratebecome useful

42-Reading test: II. What's your eating personality?Judy's 15-year-old son has eaten a peanut butter sandwich for lunch every day since he was four. The last time she suggested something different, he objected. "He said, 'You know, Mom, I have to put up with so much at school; so much is happening and there are so many changes that I just want a lunch that I can count on,'" she says. "It never occurred to me," says Judy, an excellent cook with diverse tastes in food, "that he was using lunch as comfort, as something familiar that he didn't have to worry about."Of course, the best reasons to eat are that you're hungry and that you need food for sustenance, and the best way to respond to those needs is to reach for food that tastes good and is good for you. But everyone knows that emotions, fatigue, hormones, some circumstances and events, certain people, boredom and a lot of other factors can sound the hunger bell, so what we end up eating may have less to do with physical needs than it does with psychological ones. Food, like fashion, can be an expression of personal identity, says Paul Fieldhouse, a professor at the University of Manitoba in Winnipeg, who has a special interest in the social and cultural aspects of food. "Food is like a language that carries messages - the trick is understanding the code," says Fieldhouse. Ylva Van Buuren. Q42: Food, according to the article:

Can be used as a means of self-expression.may be seen as a kine of language.both answersneither answer

43-Reading test:III. Why we hate teachers? As soon as I entered first grade, I began throwing up my breakfast every day, Monday through Friday, usually two or three minutes before the school bus came. I do not recall having what are nowadays referred to as “academic difficulties.” In fact, I was already the good student I would continue to be right through graduate school. Nor do I recall being picked on in any way; that would come later. What I recall is being struck at about the same time as my mother handed me my lunch with an irresistible urge to vomit my breakfast- that, and the sight of my mother on her knees again, wiping up my mess.I have long since marvelled at the way in which my parents, without benefit of formal courses in psychology or any thought of sending me to a psychologist (this was 1959), set about trying to cure me by a psychological stratagem at once desperate, risky, and ingenious. It amounted to the contrivance of an epiphany. One evening they announced that the next day I would not be going to school. Instead, my mother and I would be taking a trip “up country” to see Aunt Em and have a picnic. Aunt Em and her husband were caretakers of a sprawling rural cemetery in which I delighted to play and explore. They lived in a house as old as “George Washington.” Propped against one of their porch pillars was an enormous Chiclet-shaped rock, an object of great fascination for me, which they claimed was a petrified dinosaur tooth. There were few places on earth I would rather have gone.The next morning arrived like an early Christmas. I watched impatiently as my mother packed a lunch for our adventure. Then, just at the time when the school bus would have picked me up, she turned to me and in a tone of poignant resignation said, “Now, you see, Gary, there is nothing wrong with your stomach. You get sick because you don’t want to go to school.” She handed me my lunch and told me that we were not going to Aunt Em’s that day.I did not throw up. Notes on a noble american tradition By Garret Keizer. Q43: The author had which of the following difficulties in his academic career :

problems with bulliesgirlsgradeslunch

44-Reading test: III. Why we hate teachers? As soon as I entered first grade, I began throwing up my breakfast every day, Monday through Friday, usually two or three minutes before the school bus came. I do not recall having what are nowadays referred to as “academic difficulties.” In fact, I was already the good student I would continue to be right through graduate school. Nor do I recall being picked on in any way; that would come later. What I recall is being struck at about the same time as my mother handed me my lunch with an irresistible urge to vomit my breakfast- that, and the sight of my mother on her knees again, wiping up my mess.I have long since marvelled at the way in which my parents, without benefit of formal courses in psychology or any thought of sending me to a psychologist (this was 1959), set about trying to cure me by a psychological stratagem at once desperate, risky, and ingenious. It amounted to the contrivance of an epiphany. One evening they announced that the next day I would not be going to school. Instead, my mother and I would be taking a trip “up country” to see Aunt Em and have a picnic. Aunt Em and her husband were caretakers of a sprawling rural cemetery in which I delighted to play and explore. They lived in a house as old as “George Washington.” Propped against one of their porch pillars was an enormous Chiclet-shaped rock, an object of great fascination for me, which they claimed was a petrified dinosaur tooth. There were few places on earth I would rather have gone.The next morning arrived like an early Christmas. I watched impatiently as my mother packed a lunch for our adventure. Then, just at the time when the school bus would have picked me up, she turned to me and in a tone of poignant resignation said, “Now, you see, Gary, there is nothing wrong with your stomach. You get sick because you don’t want to go to school.” She handed me my lunch and told me that we were not going to Aunt Em’s that day.I did not throw up. Notes on a noble american tradition By Garret Keizer. Q44: The phrase (wiping up) on line 6 is closest in meaning to:

looking atangry atamused bycleaning

45-Reading test: III. Why we hate teachers? As soon as I entered first grade, I began throwing up my breakfast every day, Monday through Friday, usually two or three minutes before the school bus came. I do not recall having what are nowadays referred to as “academic difficulties.” In fact, I was already the good student I would continue to be right through graduate school. Nor do I recall being picked on in any way; that would come later. What I recall is being struck at about the same time as my mother handed me my lunch with an irresistible urge to vomit my breakfast- that, and the sight of my mother on her knees again, wiping up my mess.I have long since marvelled at the way in which my parents, without benefit of formal courses in psychology or any thought of sending me to a psychologist (this was 1959), set about trying to cure me by a psychological stratagem at once desperate, risky, and ingenious. It amounted to the contrivance of an epiphany. One evening they announced that the next day I would not be going to school. Instead, my mother and I would be taking a trip “up country” to see Aunt Em and have a picnic. Aunt Em and her husband were caretakers of a sprawling rural cemetery in which I delighted to play and explore. They lived in a house as old as “George Washington.” Propped against one of their porch pillars was an enormous Chiclet-shaped rock, an object of great fascination for me, which they claimed was a petrified dinosaur tooth. There were few places on earth I would rather have gone.The next morning arrived like an early Christmas. I watched impatiently as my mother packed a lunch for our adventure. Then, just at the time when the school bus would have picked me up, she turned to me and in a tone of poignant resignation said, “Now, you see, Gary, there is nothing wrong with your stomach. You get sick because you don’t want to go to school.” She handed me my lunch and told me that we were not going to Aunt Em’s that day.I did not throw up. Notes on a noble american tradition By Garret Keizer. Q45: The author's feelings about going to his aunt's place were:

resignationdelighted anticipationfear mixed with excitementinconsolable disappointment

46-Reading test:III. Why we hate teachers? As soon as I entered first grade, I began throwing up my breakfast every day, Monday through Friday, usually two or three minutes before the school bus came. I do not recall having what are nowadays referred to as “academic difficulties.” In fact, I was already the good student I would continue to be right through graduate school. Nor do I recall being picked on in any way; that would come later. What I recall is being struck at about the same time as my mother handed me my lunch with an irresistible urge to vomit my breakfast- that, and the sight of my mother on her knees again, wiping up my mess.I have long since marvelled at the way in which my parents, without benefit of formal courses in psychology or any thought of sending me to a psychologist (this was 1959), set about trying to cure me by a psychological stratagem at once desperate, risky, and ingenious. It amounted to the contrivance of an epiphany. One evening they announced that the next day I would not be going to school. Instead, my mother and I would be taking a trip “up country” to see Aunt Em and have a picnic. Aunt Em and her husband were caretakers of a sprawling rural cemetery in which I delighted to play and explore. They lived in a house as old as “George Washington.” Propped against one of their porch pillars was an enormous Chiclet-shaped rock, an object of great fascination for me, which they claimed was a petrified dinosaur tooth. There were few places on earth I would rather have gone.The next morning arrived like an early Christmas. I watched impatiently as my mother packed a lunch for our adventure. Then, just at the time when the school bus would have picked me up, she turned to me and in a tone of poignant resignation said, “Now, you see, Gary, there is nothing wrong with your stomach. You get sick because you don’t want to go to school.” She handed me my lunch and told me that we were not going to Aunt Em’s that day.I did not throw up. Notes on a noble american tradition By Garret Keizer. Q46: The author feelings about his parents' strategy can be described as:

disappointmentaweangersadness

47-Reading test:III. Why we hate teachers? As soon as I entered first grade, I began throwing up my breakfast every day, Monday through Friday, usually two or three minutes before the school bus came. I do not recall having what are nowadays referred to as “academic difficulties.” In fact, I was already the good student I would continue to be right through graduate school. Nor do I recall being picked on in any way; that would come later. What I recall is being struck at about the same time as my mother handed me my lunch with an irresistible urge to vomit my breakfast- that, and the sight of my mother on her knees again, wiping up my mess.I have long since marvelled at the way in which my parents, without benefit of formal courses in psychology or any thought of sending me to a psychologist (this was 1959), set about trying to cure me by a psychological stratagem at once desperate, risky, and ingenious. It amounted to the contrivance of an epiphany. One evening they announced that the next day I would not be going to school. Instead, my mother and I would be taking a trip “up country” to see Aunt Em and have a picnic. Aunt Em and her husband were caretakers of a sprawling rural cemetery in which I delighted to play and explore. They lived in a house as old as “George Washington.” Propped against one of their porch pillars was an enormous Chiclet-shaped rock, an object of great fascination for me, which they claimed was a petrified dinosaur tooth. There were few places on earth I would rather have gone.The next morning arrived like an early Christmas. I watched impatiently as my mother packed a lunch for our adventure. Then, just at the time when the school bus would have picked me up, she turned to me and in a tone of poignant resignation said, “Now, you see, Gary, there is nothing wrong with your stomach. You get sick because you don’t want to go to school.” She handed me my lunch and told me that we were not going to Aunt Em’s that day.I did not throw up. Notes on a noble american tradition By Garret Keizer. Q47: The strategy employed by his parents involved:

removing him from schoolchange his lunchmaking him believe ha was going elsewheretaking him to psychologist

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