The exam was very hard. Only a few students passed it.
A.Not many students passed the exam because it was very difficult.
B.The exam was very hard, and that is why very few students passed it.
C.The majority of students passed the exam although it was very hard.
D.A and B

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Read the passage and choose the best answer.
Jean spent her first few years in Hooper and her family moved to Otsego early in her life. She was only ten when her father died unexpectedly, leaving her mother to raise and support their family alone. Her mother soon went to work outside the home to provide for the family, and Jean, being one of the oldest, had to help care for her younger siblings. Although she had much responsibility at home, Jean thoroughly enjoyed school and was an excellent student. She went on to graduate 10th in her class at Otsego High School in 1953.
While still in high school, Jean met a young man named Charles "Chuck" Holly, at a dance in Alamo; and they were quite taken with each other. Over the next few years, their love for each other blossomed and they were married on February 24, 1953, while Jean was still in school. At the time, Chuck was serving his country in the military, and had come home on leave to marry his sweetheart. Unfortunately, shortly thereafter, he was sent overseas to serve in Korea for the next fifteen months.
Upon his discharge, the couple settled into married life together in the Plainwell, Otsego area. To help make ends meet, Jean went to work at the collection bureau in Kalamazoo for a while, before taking a job at the cheese company in Otsego. In 1964, Chuck and Jean were overjoyed with the birth of their son, Chuck, who brought great joy into their lives. Jean remembered how her mother was always gone so much working after her father died and she did not want that for her son, so she left her job to devote herself to the role of a mother.
Jean's husband was a _______.
A.teacher                    
B.dancer                     
C.doctor                     
D.soldier

Read an article in which a student describes her first day at college and mark the letter A, B, C or D on your answer sheet to indicate the correct answer to each of the questions.
I had dressed quite nicely for my first day as a student. At 16, I had been upgraded from lowly pupil to proud student upon enrolment at St. Anne’s College of Further Education. I would be spending the next two years on a drama foundation course, which I hoped would pave the way for me to become one of the great actresses of British theatre. In celebration of this new beginning and higher status, I had swapped my usual ripped jeans and sloppy jumpers for a pair of clean dungarees with a neatly pressed white shirt and, much to my mother’s shock, I had actually brushed my hair.
Like many young people my age, I was under the impression that the best way to show your individuality and creativity was by wearing the kind of clothing that my despairing mother claimed was not fit to be seen in public. But for my first day as a student I had made an effort to look what my mother called “respectable”.
There were fifteen of us, sitting in a large circle on wobbly old chairs in the theatre hall, while the head of the drama department, Mr. Wilson, gave us a warm welcoming speech and told us all about the course we were about to start. To my horror, he then invited us to say a little bit about ourselves and why we had decided to do a drama course. I had no idea what I would say in front of all these people, which was a bit embarrassing for a would-be actress. The truth was that despite a taste for unusual clothing, I was painfully shy.
My alarm grew as it came closer to my turn. My mind went blank and my mouth dry in dread of making a complete idiot of myself within the first hour of my new life. One by one, the new students enthusiastically explained their reasons for their longing for the stage. Then it was the turn of a girl who I hadn’t really noticed until that moment because I was too busy panicking about what I would say.
While all the other students, including me, looked fresh-faced and eager to please sitting bolt upright on the rickety chairs, this girl stood out like a sore thumb. She was slumped down so low in her chair and her jacket collar was pulled up so high that you could hardly see her face at all. All that was visible was a mop of untidy short brown hair and extraordinarily large, furious blue eyes. She briefly poked her chin above her collar and grunted, “My name’s Tracy and I’m from Blackburn”. She then retreated like a turtle back into her shell leaving only her wild blue eyes on show and added no further information about herself.
Everyone  smiled  politely  in  stunned  silence  but  I  was  both  impressed  and  relieved:  I  was impressed at her bravery in saying almost nothing even under pressure, and relieved that you could get away with saying so little about yourself. It gave me the confidence to say just a few words, without saying too much and sounding foolish.
After Mr.Wilson at long last let us out of the hall to go to lunch. I managed to find the courage to go up to Tracy. She was sitting alone at a table in the cafeteria still slumped in her chair, eating a bar of chocolate. She looked very unfriendly and unapproachable. Taking a deep breath, I introduced myself. To my surprise, she looked up at me with her huge eyes and gave me a very bright, sweet smile. That was twenty-seven years ago, and although we never did become famous stars of the stage or screen, we're still best friends.
When the writer introduced herself to Tracy,
A.she responded more positively than expected.
B.she made it clear that she wanted to be by herself.
C.she totally ignored her and carried on eating.
D.she seemed surprised that anyone had spoken to her.