Reading Comprehension
Reading Comprehension
It is often suggested that teachers and librarians aren’t pushing secondary school
readers towards titles that challenge them enough, and so the organisers of World
Book Day have announced a list which might provide some inspiration for anyone
who’s stuck for ideas. This list of popular books for young adults, voted for by
10,000 people across the UK, features a top 10 to ‘shape and inspire’ teenagers, and
handle some of the challenges of adolescence.
All but one of the books have already been made into films, demonstrating that
when a book makes it to the big screen, it often then acquires more readers thanks
to the film’s success. Of course, this isn’t always the case, as with George Orwell’s
1984, where the rather mediocre film does not compare so favourably with the
book’s ability to conjure up a dark vision of life in a police state.
James Bowen’s A Streetcat Named Bod, published in 2012, is one of the few
relatively contemporary books here. It’s also certainly for me the least predictable
member of the list, but its extended stay on the bestseller list earned it – and its
author – a devoted following. It is the touching story of Bob, the cat who helped a
homeless man called James get his life back on track. Bob sits on James’s shoulder
and sleeps at his feet while he plays the guitar on the street, and soon becomes the
centre of attention. What makes the story particularly powerful is that it is based on
author James Bowen’s real life.
Also on the list are J. K. Rowling’s Harry Potter books. In this case it’s actually the
whole series rather than one particular title that makes the shortlist. Perhaps the
judges struggled to agree which one book to pick. For me, the books are rather
more pre-teen than the rest of the books on the list, which are aimed at a more
mature readership.
But Harry Potter is a special case: as Harry gets older in each successive book in the
series, the stories do become more complex and darker. In a way, readers
themselves grow up with Harry and his friends. Rowling asks some tough questions
about standing up to authority, challenging ‘normal’ views and many other subjects
close to teenage readers’ hearts. This should get rid of the idea that the whole
series is just for young kids. In actual fact, half of all Harry Potter readers are over
the age of 35, but that’s another story.
The list goes right back to the nineteenth century with Charlotte Bronte’s great
romance Jane Eyre, showing that some books never grow old, though the majority
are twentieth-century works such as Anne Frank’s heartbreaking wartime memoir
The Diary of a Young Girl, which even now I find hard to get through without
shedding tears. Personally, I would have swapped J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the
Rings for one of the many classics that didn’t make the final selection, Lord of the
Flies perhaps, William Golding’s nightmare vision of schoolboys stuck on an island.
Of course there’ll always be some choices we don’t agree with, but that’s what I
think makes a list like this so fascinating. I’ve been using it with my class of 16-year-
olds, and I got them to evaluate it and make other suggestions for what to include
or how it could be changed. But what I hope can really make a lasting difference is
if it stimulates them to try out writers on the list, perhaps ones they haven’t come
across before, and be introduced to new styles of writing.
2 What point is made about books which are made into films?
4 How does the writer justify the presence of the Harry Potter books on the list?
A The books’ fame can help the list get more attention.
B The later books in the series are more suitable for teenagers.
C Teenagers should read books that they will also enjoy as adults.
A Jane Eyre
‘I’d never been to London before and it was so busy that I felt a bit overwhelmed at
first. Meeting Trevor for the first time, he seemed really strict, but once he realised I
was taking the challenge seriously we got on like a house on fire and they often had
to stop filming because we couldn’t stop giggling. Fortunately, I didn’t have to do
any of the washing or sweeping floors other people new to the business have to do.
I went straight into blow-drying and cutting instead.’
‘At first I practised on a dummy’s head, which was a welcome safety net, but I did
make a really bad mistake halfway through filming when I was cutting one real
man’s hair. I’d been shown how to use clippers to get a cropped effect but hadn’t
been warned to angle the comb. I ended up shaving off a huge patch of hair! He
couldn’t see what I’d done, but the camera crew couldn’t stop laughing, so it was
obvious I’d made a mistake. Luckily, I managed to rectify the situation and told the
client, who was alright about it, so I forgave them.’
‘By the day of my final test, I knew I was capable but I felt sick with nerves. I didn’t
want to let Trevor down. But even though I failed to convince the client that I was a
real hairdresser, she approved of the haircut and the judges were impressed by it,
too. It didn’t worry me at the time but, looking back now, I think it was a bit unfair
that I was penalised for taking too long – and hour-and-a-half – when I’d been
taught the most important thing was to ensure your client walks out of the salon
feeling like a million dollars.’
‘After the programme, I went home for a week but I decided to come back to
London because I’d fallen in love with the buzz of the city. People in town kept
stopping and staring at me as if I was famous. I found this unnerving at first, but
with time I got used to it. There were a few comments about me being too full of
myself, but I took no notice.’
‘When I agreed to do Faking It, I had no idea how much I was signing my life away,
but I couldn’t say I have any regrets. The thing is that I’ve discovered growing up on
a farm doesn’t mean I can’t work in a creative field. What’s more, I’ve now got
choices I didn’t realise I had, which is brilliant. Although I still keep in contact with
everyone from Trevor’s salon, and we all go out when I’m in London, I’m hardly a
celebrity anymore.’
2 How did Gavin feel about the hairdressing mistake he made one day?
A MEMORABLE EXPERIENCE
Sara Adelardi, 17, tells us about taking part in a TV
cooking competition.
Since I was a child who stood in my grandmother’s kitchen sniffing the delicious
smell of freshly baked bread and homemade soups, I’ve known there is only one
thing I want to do in life: cook. So, when I spotted an advert on a website inviting
young people to apply for a TV cooking competition, there was little doubt I’d be
first in line to take part. I thought ‘This could be the beginning of my cooking
career!’
The application process was far from straightforward, as I soon discovered. First, I
had to fill in a lengthy form, detailing everything from how I became interested in
cooking (that was the easy part), to things like what I hoped to get out of being part
of the show (these were much trickier!). Once I’d got through that stage of the
process, the next step was to cook a test dish for the show’s judges: scary but
exciting, too. If that was good enough, I’d be invited to take part in the four-week
televised competition. One person, selected by the judges, would be voted out of
the competition in each programme, until the winner was announced during the
final.
Until I had to create a test dish, I’d been pretty positive about my cooking ability; I
often cooked big meals for my family at the weekends, and my friends loved the
little snacks I took into school for break times. But suddenly I found myself up
against 11 other young people who’d been cooking for longer. Some of them – I’d
known this might be the case – had even had part-time jobs as waiters, surrounded
by top-class food prepared by professional chefs. Would I really be able to
compete? As I stood at my counter in the test kitchen, ready to start cooking, I
remembered my grandmother’s advice: ‘Stick to what you know best’.
The judges tasted each test dish, made a few notes, and sent us all home. Then the
wait began. Had I made it to the televised competition? Eventually, the phone call
came. I’d be in the first live programme of the series the following week! Our first
challenge would be to make a meal with a selection of ingredients chosen by the
judges. It was impossible to know what they’d pick in advance, and I knew I’d just
have to use my creativity on the day, but I was still desperate to do some
preparation, and rushed straight to my parents’ kitchen, pulling everything from the
cupboards in a panic. All day I experimented with new flavour combinations, testing
them out on my parents and sister. Most things they liked, some they didn’t. What if
the judges weren’t keen on my dishes?
The day of the first programme dawned and suddenly there I was with the other
competitors, waiting to be given our instructions. The lights were hot in the TV
studio, but although I’d expected to be nervous about being filmed for a TV show,
my excitement soon took over. I recognised all the ingredients spread out on the
table in front of me and I was eager to get to work. I knew exactly what I was going
to cook! My grandmother’s words rang in my ears again. ‘Keep it simple,’ I thought,
as I started chopping.
I didn’t make it any further in the competition. The judges liked my dish and said I
showed promise as a cook, but the other competitors were better on the day. I’d
learnt a lot from seeing how they worked, and how imaginative their dishes were
compared to mine, so I wasn’t too disappointed. It had been a memorable
experience, and (line 70) confirmed in my mind that cooking was the career for me.
Years of learning still lie ahead of me, but one day I’d love to own my own
restaurant – and help other young people fulfil their dreams too!
2 What does the writer say about applying for the competition in the second
paragraph?
D She discovered details about the competition which she did not like.
3 How did the writer feel after she met the other competitors for the first time?
4 When it was confirmed that the writer would be taking part in the televised
competition, she
B knew there was little point trying to guess what she’d have to do.
C asked her family to make suggestions about what she should cook.
D felt she ought to find out about ingredients she didn’t ordinarily use.
5 On the first day of the competition, the writer says she felt
D a feeling of disappointment
Pen is married to Mary, a horsewoman, who says he has a ‘spine of steel’ and who
shares his love of the outdoors. She helps to run his polar guide business and
claims to be more worried about him when he’s at home: ‘He’s in more danger
driving along the motorway because I know that in his head he’s somewhere in the
Arctic.’ For fun, she once competed against him in a famous mountain event in
which riders on horseback race against people on foot. Mary and her horse finished
an hour ahead of Pen.
Pen and Mary live in the country with their two children. ‘It’s much harder to be
away from them this time,’ he admits. ‘They were one and five when I last went, and
I made a mistake in the way I said goodbye. I thought it would be a good idea to say
to my son, “You’re the man of the house now, look after your mum and your sister.”
He absolutely took it to heart (line 40), asking his mum how she was all the time,
but the strain eventually became too much. While it was well intentioned, it was an
unfair thing to do.’ For similar reasons he is planning to have very little contact with
them while in the Arctic. ‘If you call them, you remind them how far away you are.’
He is spending these last days before departure preparing his kit, obsessively. ‘Out
on the ice, one is virtually incapable of mending things or doing anything that isn’t
absolutely straightforward,’ he says. With him will be Ann Daniels, one of the
world’s leading polar explorers, and the expedition photographer, Martin Hartley.
They will be supported by a crew of six, flying in supplies. Being part of a team is
actually more stressful to someone with his mentality, says Pen, and something
else is on his mind too. ‘I’m going to be 47 on Thursday. I’ve done far less training
than I’m comfortable with.’ Why? ‘Organisational things always seem more urgent.
So I’m almost fearful of what I’m going to ask of myself.’
Pen believes his mission reconnects exploration with the search for knowledge that
drove previous generations into the unknown. ‘Making it to the North Pole was
ultimately a personal ambition,’ he admits, ‘and of limited value to anyone beyond
the polar adventuring community. This time, scientists will profit from the data, and
we’re creating a platform in which to engage as many people as possible in what’s
happening in the Arctic Ocean. This is important work, and nobody can do it but us,’
he says. ‘Our skills, which are otherwise bizarre and socially redundant, have
become hyper-relevant. Suddenly, we’re socially useful again.’
1 In the first paragraph, what do we learn about Pen Hadow’s opinion of the new
expedition?
3 When talking about leaving his children for long periods, Pen mentions feeling
A ashamed that his wife has had to look after them so much.
6 When he compares the new expedition to his previous ones, Pen feels
Night flight
The flight is busy and the last few passengers to board are searching for places to
stow their hand luggage. The Asian woman in the seat next to me is in her late
twenties, probably travelling on business. I am wondering if I should talk to her
when the man in the window seat shows up and we have to let him in. She settles
back in the middle seat. When I try to strap myself back in I find she’s picked up the
buckle of my belt by accident and we look at each other and laugh.
‘My office is there. It’s where I’m based.’ I notice that she has a North American
accent. She tells me she works for a multinational company that makes clothing
and that she is on her way to Thailand. She has to visit a couple of factories and
meet with some other people from the company. She’s also trying to complete her
PhD thesis, which is on a laptop she has under the seat in front of her. While she’s
talking she puts her passport away in her bag and I see she’s Canadian.
She asks me what I do and I tell her. Then I ask her some more about her job and
she tells me about that. By this time we are in the air and climbing towards our
cruising altitude. The cabin is quiet, lights still dimmed, just the gentle sound of the
air conditioning and the murmur of conversations. The flight to Singapore is three
and a half hours. I can’t decide whether to attempt sleep. It is nearly midnight and it
hardly seems worth it. The man in the window seat has put on eye-shades and has
an inflated pillow around his neck. He has slipped down in the seat with his head
lolling to one side, his blanket pulled up to his chest. The woman shows no
inclination to sleep so I ask her where she grew up.
She tells me her father is a medical doctor and that he went to Canada before she
was born. They spent a few years in Montreal but most of the time she lived in
Saskatchewan. ‘It was OK,’ she says. ‘There are things happening there, it’s not as
dull as you might think.’ She tells me sometimes in the winter it would get down to
minus sixty.
‘Really it was minus thirty,’ she says. ‘But the wind chill factor made it feel like minus
sixty. I remember them saying on the weather forecast “human flesh will freeze in
1.4 seconds.” Things like that.’
‘Somehow it didn’t feel that bad,’ she says. ‘It was like a dry cold. When the sun was
shining it didn’t seem that cold. It makes your skin kind of tingle. We used to play
out in it. You can get seriously cold and not realise it. When you’re back indoors
your face and hands ache as the blood comes back. I suppose that is how polar
(line 52) explorers end up losing toes. They don’t realise how cold they are.
‘I suppose so,’ I say. There’s a pause in the conversation and I wonder what to say
next.
‘Bangalore is fine,’ she says, ‘though we need rain. The drought is very bad in south
India right now.’
The woman asks me how I got into my present job and I tell her a bit about my life.
At least I tell her the story which over time has fashioned itself into what I call my
life. It’s not that I’m being deliberately secretive or deceitful. I just don’t know how
to talk about what really happened.
D She has difficulty finding room for items she brought on board.
A failing to notice how cold some parts of the body really are
B wearing clothes that do not cover the skin in very cold weather
D he had wanted to ask the woman about it while she was talking.
‘Let’s talk in my office,’ she says, leading the way not back to the house, but instead
to an ancient caravan parked up next to it. As we climb inside the compact little van,
the smell of fresh baking greets us. A tiny table is piled high with cupcakes, each
iced in a different colour. Chloe’s been busy, and there’s a real sense of playing tea
parties in a secret den! But what else should I have expected from a woman with
such a varied and interesting career?
Chloe originally trained as a make-up artist, having left her home in the country at
nineteen to try and make her name as a model in London, and soon got work in
adverts and the fashion business. ‘I went to Japan to work for a short period, but
felt very homesick at first,’ she recalls. ‘It was very demanding work and, though I
met loads of nice people, it was too much to take in at nineteen. If I’d stayed longer,
I might have settled in better.’
Alongside the modelling, Chloe was also beginning to make contacts in the music
business. ‘I’d been the typical kid, singing with a hairbrush in front of the mirror,
dreaming of being a star one day,’ she laughs. She joined a girl band which ‘broke
up before we got anywhere’, before becoming the lead singer with the band
Whoosh, which features on a best-selling clubbing album. Unusually though, Chloe
also sings with two other bands, one based in Sweden and another in London, and
each of these has a distinct style.
It was her work with Whoosh that originally led to Chloe’s link with Sweden. She
was offered a song-writing job there with a team that was responsible for songs for
some major stars, but gradually became more involved in writing music for her own
band.
Although she now divides her time between London and Sweden, her first stay
there turned out to be much longer than she’d bargained for. ‘The rooms are very
tall over there and so people have these rather high beds that you climb up to,’ she
explains. ‘I fell as I climbed up the ladder and cracked three ribs. Although the
people at the hospital were very kind, I was stuck there for a while, which was very
frustrating. Sneezing and laughing were so painful at first, let alone singing!’
It was while recovering from her injuries that Chloe hit upon the idea of staging
what she calls vintage fairs. ‘It was snowing in Sweden and I wanted something nice
to look forward to.’ Chloe had always loved vintage clothes, particularly from the
1950s, and decided to stage an event for others who shared her passion. The first
fair was held in her home village and featured stalls selling all sorts of clothes and
crafts dating back to the 1950s. It was a huge hit, with 300 people turning up.
‘When I had the idea of the first fair, it was only meant to be a one-off, but we had
so many compliments, I decided to go ahead with more,’ says Chloe. ‘There’s
something for all ages and people find old things have more character than stuff
you buy in modern shops. It also fits perfectly with the idea of recycling.’ Looking
round Chloe’s caravan, I can see what she means.
‘Wait for me outside Whitechapel station, Ashe,’ Beth had said. She was late and I
kept looking at my mobile to check the time.
The odd thing was that I’d been thinking about Tyler since the previous afternoon.
I’d seen him while walking home from college. He’d got out of a car about ten
metres in front of me. It had taken me only a second to recognise who it was and I’d
darted into the doorway of a closed shop to avoid coming face to face with him.
When eventually I’d peeked out, he was standing on the pavement speaking on the
phone. He had a long coat on over jeans and boots. His hair was cropped and his
face was pale. He wasn’t wearing his glasses and his free hand was cutting the air as
if he was making points while talking. He was looking round but his attention was
on the call. Suddenly, he brought it to an abrupt end and slipped the mobile into a
pocket. He walked a couple of steps and then, to my dismay, he spotted me. He
smiled and headed in my direction. I kept my face towards the glass window and
studied one of the posters that had been stuck there. ‘Ashe!’ he’d called.
‘Oh, hi!’
‘What are you up to?’ he said, glancing at the poster on the shop window. I
stumbled out some words about looking for a gig to go to. I’d no idea what my hair
looked like or if I’d got a spot on my chin or if he’d noticed me earlier watching him
from the shop doorway. ‘Fancy a coffee?’ he said.
‘I’ve got to be somewhere,’ I said, stepping out of the shop doorway and making off.
I’d thought about him on and off during the previous evening. Now, while waiting
for Beth, I thought about him again. I wondered what he was doing. I pictured the
funny brown glasses he’d worn to read with and wondered if he still read books by
George Orwell. Perhaps I should have gone for that coffee, I might not get another
chance to find out what he was really up to these days.
Beth was very late. A couple of cars started hooting and there were some raised
voices from a group of pedestrians who were ignoring the red man and crossing
the road. I looked through the shoppers to see if I could see Beth’s cheery face but
there was no sign. I took my mobile out of my pocket again and stared at the
screen, but again drew a blank. I wondered what to do. I was stamping my feet with
the cold. Something must have happened. Beth wouldn’t just leave me standing in
the freezing cold for no reason. Tyler came into my mind again. That’s when I saw
her brother walking towards me.
32 How did Ashe feel when she’d first seen Tyler the previous day?
B a conversation.
C a way of looking.
D a piece of equipment.
“You can’t be that kid standing at the top of the waterslide, overthinking it.
You have to go down the chute.”
THE DICTIONARY
‘How is the Dictionary getting on?’ said Winston, raising his voice to overcome the
noise.
‘The Eleventh Edition is the definitive edition,’ he said. ‘We’re getting the language
into its final shape – the shape it’s going to have when nobody speaks anything else.
When we’ve finished with it, people like you will have to learn it all over again. You
think, I dare say, that our chief job is inventing new words. But not a bit of it! We’re
destroying words – scores of them, hundreds of them, every day. We’re cutting the
language down to the bone. The Eleventh Edition won’t contain a single word that
will become obsolete before the year 2050.’
He bit hungrily into his bread and swallowed a couple of mouthfuls, then continued
speaking, with a sort of pedant’s passion. His thin dark face had become animated,
his eyes had lost their mocking expression and grown almost dreamy.
‘It’s a beautiful thing, the destruction of words. Of course the great wastage is in the
verbs and adjectives, but there are hundreds of nouns that can be got rid of as well.
It isn’t only the synonyms; there are also the antonyms. After all, what justification
is there for a word which is simply the opposite of some other word? A word
contains its opposite in itself. Take “good”, for instance. If you have a word like
“good”, what need is there for a word like “bad”? “Ungood” will do just as well –
better, because it’s an exact opposite, which the other is not. Or again, if you want a
stronger version of “good”, what sense is there in having a whole string of vague
useless words like “excellent” and “splendid” and all the rest of them? “Plusgood”
covers the meaning, or “doubleplusgood” if you want something stronger still. Of
course we use those forms already. But in the final version of Newspeak there’ll be
nothing else. In the end the whole notion of goodness and badness will be covered
by only six words – in reality, only one word. Don’t you see the beauty of that,
Winston? It was B.B.’s idea originally, of course,’ he added as an afterthought.
A sort of vapid eagerness flitted across Winston’s face at the mention of Big
Brother. Nevertheless Syme immediately detected a certain lack of enthusiasm.
‘You haven’t a real appreciation of Newspeak, Winston,’ he said almost sadly. ‘Even
when you write it you’re still thinking in Oldspeak. I’ve read some of those pieces
that you write in ‘The Times’ occasionally. They’re good enough, but they’re
translations. In your heart you’d prefer to stick to Oldspeak, with all its vagueness
and its useless shades of meaning. You don’t grasp the beauty of the destruction of
words. Do you know that Newspeak is the only language in the world whose
vocabulary gets smaller every year?’
Winston did know that, of course. He smiled, sympathetically he hoped, not trusting
himself to speak. Syme bit off another fragment of the dark-coloured bread,
chewed it briefly, and went on.
‘Don’t you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought?
In the end we shall make thought crime literally impossible because there will be no
words in which to express it. Every concept that can ever be needed, will be
expressed by exactly one word, with its meaning rigidly defined and all its
subsidiary meanings rubbed out and forgotten. Already, in the Eleventh Edition,
we’re not far from that point. But the process will still be continuing long after you
and I are dead. Every year fewer and fewer words, and the range of consciousness
always a little smaller. Even now, of course, there’s no reason or excuse for
committing thought crime. It’s merely a question of self-discipline, reality control.
But in the end there won’t be any need even for that. The Revolution will be
complete when the language is perfect. Newspeak is Ingsoc and Ingsoc is
Newspeak,’ he added with a sort of mystical satisfaction. ‘Has it ever occurred to
you, Winston, that by the year 2050, at the very latest, not a single human being will
be alive who could understand such a conversation as we are having now?’
A in a cafeteria.
B at a party.
C at school.
D in an office.
32 Syme likes
A the food.
D to shout.
A adjectives
C nouns
A He finds it exciting.
B He studies it eagerly.
D He accepts it unhappily.
ALICE IN WONDERLAND
Before she had drunk half the bottle, she found her head pressing against the
ceiling, and had to stoop to save her neck from being broken. She hastily put down
the bottle, saying to herself ‘That’s quite enough – I hope I will not grow any more –
as it is, I can’t get out at the door – I do wish I hadn’t drunk quite so much!’
Alas, it was too late to wish that! She went on growing, and growing, and very soon
had to kneel down on the floor: in another minute there was not even room for
this, and she tried the effect of lying down with one elbow against the door, and the
other arm curled round her head. Still she went on growing, and, as a last resource,
she put one arm out of the window, and one foot up the chimney, and said to
herself ‘Now I can do no more, whatever happens. What will become of me?’
Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full effect, and she grew no
larger: Still it was very uncomfortable, and, as there seemed to be no sort of chance
of her ever getting out of the room again, no wonder she felt unhappy.
‘It was much pleasanter at home,’ thought poor Alice, ‘when one wasn’t always
growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits. I almost
wish I hadn’t gone down that rabbit hole – and yet… and yet – it ’s rather curious,
you know, this sort of life! I do wonder what can have happened to me! When I
used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here l
am in the middle of one! There ought to be a book written about me, that there
ought! And when l grow up, I’ll write one… but I’m grown up now,’ she added in a
sorrowful tone; ‘at least there’s no room to grow up any more in here.’
‘But then,’ thought Alice, ‘will I never get any older than I am now? That’ll be a
comfort, one way… never to be an old woman… but then… always to have lessons
to learn! Oh, I shouldn’t like that!’
‘Oh, you foolish Alice!’ she answered herself. ‘How can you learn lessons in here?
Why, there’s hardly room for you, and no room at all for any lesson books!’
And so she went on, taking first one side and then the other, and making quite a
conversation of it altogether; but after a few minutes she heard a voice outside, and
stopped to listen.
‘Mary Ann! Mary Ann!’ said the voice. ‘Fetch me my gloves this moment!’ Then came
a little pattering of feet on the stairs. Alice knew it was the Rabbit coming to look for
her, and she trembled till she shook the house, quite forgetting that she was now
about a thousand times as large as the Rabbit, and had no reason to be afraid of it.
Presently the Rabbit came up to the door, and tried to open it; but, as the door
opened inwards, and Alice’s elbow was pressed hard against it, that attempt proved
a failure. Alice heard it say to itself ‘Then I’ll go round and get in at the window.’
‘That you won’t’ thought Alice, and, after waiting till she fancied she heard the
Rabbit just under the window, she suddenly spread out her hand, and made a
snatch in the air. She did not get hold of anything, but she heard a little shriek and a
fall, and a crash of broken glass, from which she concluded that it was just possible
it had fallen into a cucumber-frame, or something of the sort.
Next came an angry voice – the Rabbit’s – ’Pat! Pat! Where are you?’ And then a
voice she had never heard before, ‘Sure then I’m here! Digging for apples, your
honour!’
’Digging for apples, indeed!’ said the Rabbit angrily. ‘Here! Come and help me out of
this!’ (Sounds of more broken glass.)
‘An arm, you goose! Who ever saw one that size? Why, it fills the whole window!’
‘Sure, it does, your honour: but it’s an arm for all that.’
31 Why didn’t Alice leave the house when she noticed she was growing?
C be very gentle.
A the Rabbit.
B herself.
C an old woman.
D Pat.
D Alice’s friend.
35 Before the Rabbit called him, Pat was spending his time
D growing food.
36 Why does the Rabbit argue about what they see in the window?
REMEMBERING NAMES
‘Claire, it’s Ruth.’ Claire held back a sigh and walked into the kitchen to put the
coffee machine on. A phone call from her sister was never over quickly.
‘Ruth, darling. How are you?’ As she waited for her sister to start describing in detail
her latest disaster, Claire mulled over how much to reveal about her new business
assignment. Her family would have to be told something, of course. Not that they
ever came to visit, or called her home phone, or sent her letters. Still, it seemed
only right to tell them it meant she was moving out for twelve months. Tuning back
into the phone call, Claire realised she had missed some key information and tried
to catch up with what her sister was talking about.
‘So the doctor said it was probably lack of sleep. You know Sky is a bad sleeper and
her nightmares have been worse since she started Year Two.’ Claire worked out
that someone was unwell, but was unsure whether it was her sister or her six-year-
old niece.
Claire thought about her own schooling. Her parents had paid for the best,
obviously, although Claire often wondered whether that was to ensure their three
children didn’t affect their lifestyle, rather than to give their offspring a good start in
life. The school had encouraged independence and character but had no time for
tears and tantrums. Claire had learned quickly to work hard and stay out of trouble.
More than could be said for Ruth. It had been a constant disappointment to her
parents that, while their first and third children both achieved academic success,
Ruth only acquired a reputation for bad behaviour.
‘The tests are the week after next. That’s why I’m calling. Is there any chance you
could come and look after Sky? It’s half-term and most of her friends are going
skiing. Of course we can’t afford that…’
Claire inhaled deeply and forced herself not to rise to the bait. Ruth was always
poor and begrudged Claire her success. Claire accepted that looking after a child on
your own probably limited your career options, but look at the ‘Harry Potter’ author
J. K. Rowling, it hadn’t held her back. She was convinced Ruth could help herself if
only she’d try harder. Claire was almost too irritated by the thinly-veiled criticism to
react to the request, but not quite.
‘Have Sky? How long for? When?’ Claire could hear panic in her voice and forced
herself to breathe in deeply. Once she was sure she was back in control of her
emotions she said in a slow voice,‘I start a new work assignment on 1st March, and
I’ll… be on the road a lot. You know. Meeting clients.’
‘Dining out on someone else’s credit card.’ Ruth’s voice cut in.
‘There’s more to it than that,’ Claire responded quickly. Then, before Ruth could
start the age-old argument, Claire consciously lowered her voice.
‘Tell me the day you need me to have Sky, I’ll check my diary.’
Thinking about minding a six-year-old for two days almost made Claire choke. She
gulped down her coffee and wondered if she could use the new assignment as an
excuse.
There was something in Ruth’s voice, though, that made her pause.
‘Can’t Mum take care of her? I thought Mum and Dad were the perfect
grandparents?’ It seemed odd to Claire that two people who had no time for their
own children could go mad over someone else’s, even if they were their grandkids.
Ruth’s words finally got through to Claire. ‘Just what tests are you having exactly?’
Claire almost smiled at the petulant tone in Ruth’s voice. For a moment they were
twelve and fourteen again.
31 When Claire realises who is phoning her, she
C Her sister was better suited to that school than she was.
D She may have been sent there for the wrong reasons.
C She thinks Ruth could get any well-paid job she wanted.
A Her relationship with her sister has completely changed since their childhood.
B She realises that her parents treated her very well when she was a child.
C She doesn’t understand why her parents are so close to their grandchildren.
D She accepts that her mother is more interested in Ruth than in her.
As I sat staring out at California’s spectacular Big Sur coastline, I felt fortunate to
have a sister who had persuaded me to spend a year of my degree abroad. It
seems that there are not enough older siblings explaining just how easy it is to take
part in an international exchange.
While most universities offer worldwide exchanges, where students swap places
with others from all over the world for a semester or a year during their degree, the
number and quality on offer, together with the cost and time spent abroad, vary
dramatically.
A deciding factor for me in choosing to study at the University of Edinburgh was the
fact it offered more than 230 exchange places at overseas universities in the US,
Canada, Australia, New Zealand, India, China, South Korea, Japan, Singapore and
South America.
Despite all this choice, I still found that deciding to spend a year abroad was
something of a novelty, with most of my friends giving more thought to embracing
Edinburgh than packing their bags to leave a city that had only just become their
home. Yet, fortified by my sister’s advice and a Californian friend who told me I
would love the coast, I applied to spend my third year at the University of California,
Berkeley – never guessing that this would affect almost every future decision I
would make.
From the start of your exchange, you are aware that the time you have in your new
country is limited and not to be wasted. Your experience is shaped by a
predetermined start and end, which immediately increases the significance of the
time in between.
From the first week I arrived, I started to work at The Daily Californian, Berkeley’s
student newspaper. I moved from an international house with more than 600
students from all over the world into a co-operative house where 60 of us shared
responsibility for management of the building. I met people from Calcutta, Cairo
and Chile, and learnt that holding on to any stereotypes I might have about
Americans would be about as useful as assuming that all European people lived on
farms.
While the expense might seem like an initial barrier to international exchanges, in
reality they can actually save a student money. Visas, health insurance and flights to
the chosen country will have to be bought, but a student will usually only be
charged 25 to 50 per cent of their home university’s annual fees. A student
travelling abroad is entitled to a larger student loan, and grants are available at
many institutions for students going on an exchange.
Taking part in an exchange may not appeal to all students. You have to research the
options independently, apply almost a year before you go away and be aware of
the grades required in the first year to qualify for a place on one. Even so,
Edinburgh’s international exchange officer, Helen Leitch, says: ‘If I had a pound for
every time that students told me it was the best experience of their life, I would be
a very wealthy woman indeed.’
A She was pleased to find the people were exactly as she had expected.
B She knew she wanted to make the most of her stay there.
34 What does Sarah say about the cost of an international university exchange?
B Your fees may be cut by half for every year of your course.
C It can be cheaper overall than studying in your own country.
D She should be paid a far higher salary for organising international exchanges.
SKATING IN SWEDEN
Alex North felt uncomfortable. With little time to pack, she’d forgotten her
professional suit jacket. So she was wearing flat black boots, dark denim jeans, a
longsleeve white T shirt and fawn shawl; she looked more like a protestor than a
journalist. Tiredness added to her misery. As she made her way home last night,
she had expected to be enjoying a Saturday morning lie-in. But after a panicky 2
a.m. phone call from her editor Gerome, a tense cab ride to the hospital and then
an 8 a.m. plane from Heathrow to Prague, her day was far off course. She’d had
little rest on the plane; after embarrassing herself by flinging out an arm in her
sleep and hitting the crew-cut young American sitting next to her, she sat awake
and rigid for the rest of the flight.
Bernie was meant to be in Prague covering this story. ‘It all boils down to this, my
dear,’ he had said last night during their evening out with the others from the office.
‘If I can get a really good story at the international conference, I might actually
retire. Job done. Go home. It’s that important.’
Bernie left earlier than Alex, keen to go over his notes and finish packing. Alex
stayed out with the rest of her colleagues, and she’d barely made it into bed when
Gerome had called to pass on the terrible news. Bernie was in hospital. His wife
said he collapsed when he got home. The doctors diagnosed a stroke. Alex was so
horrified that the Prague conference, and the large number of protestors expected
to turn up there, was the last thing on her mind. But Gerome insisted she go in
Bernie’s place. He told her to get a good night’s sleep, knowing full well she would
get dressed and rush to visit Bernie.
Bernie Cook and his wife Laura had been like parents to Alex since she arrived in
London from Australia four years ago. ‘Aren’t you a bit old to be a trainee?’ was the
first of many questions Bernie asked. Alex explained that journalism wasn’t her first
career choice. She tried her hand at accounting, but found her office job was
torture. Her three-year communications degree was far more satisfying, but left her
jobless and penniless at age 28. So off to London it was, with a traineeship at the
UK’s best investigative daily newspaper, living in the city’s smallest, cheapest flat
and sustained by a weekly roast dinner at Bernie and Laura’s.
Anyone overhearing Alex and Bernie talking would never think there was a 30-year
age difference. Bernie’s passion for political debate – and conspiracy theories – kept
Alex enthralled for hours. And his talent for journalism had rubbed off. Seeing him
lying there unconscious, so still and frail, was a shock to Alex. Laura looked visibly
withered, leaning over Bernie’s face as if frightened she might miss something if
she glanced away. She barely looked up long enough to give Bernie’s iPad to Alex so
she could study his notes for the assignment.
Alex pretended to feel confident as she hurried across Charles Bridge towards the
conference venue – Prague Castle. She was staying near the Old Town Square, in
the predictably modest hotel booked by Bernie. Alex had politely endured the
hotelier’s gossip; Bernie always said the people were the best thing about Prague.
But Alex loved the pastel feel of the city, the swans on the river and the winding
cobbled streets. She knew her way around, having visited once before with a
forgettable ex-boyfriend. She recalled being more impressed with Prague than with
him. It was no wonder the relationship petered out like all the others.
32 What does ‘it all boils down to this’ mean? (Paragraph Two, underlined)
A as far as I am aware
We were on our way back from the mainland. My older brother, Dominic, had just
finished his first year at university in a town 150 km away. Dominic’s train was due
in at five and he’d asked for a lift back from the station. Now, Dad normally hates
being disturbed when he’s writing (which is just about all the time), and he also
hates having to go anywhere, but despite the typical sighs and moans – why can’t
he get a taxi? what’s wrong with the bus? – I could tell by the sparkle in his eyes that
he was really looking forward to seeing Dominic.
So, anyway, Dad and I had driven to the mainland and picked up Dominic from the
station. He had been talking non-stop from the moment he’d slung his rucksack in
the boot and got in the car. University this, university that, writers, books, parties,
people, money, gigs…. And when I say talking, I don’t mean talking as in having a
conversation, I mean talking as in jabbering like a mad thing. I didn’t like it … the
way he spoke and waved his hands around as if he was some kind of intellectual or
something. It was embarrassing. It made me feel uncomfortable – that kind of
discomfort you feel when someone you like, someone close to you, suddenly starts
acting like a complete idiot. And I didn’t like the way he was ignoring me, either. For
all the attention I was getting I might as well not have been there. I felt a stranger in
my own car.
As we approached the island on that Friday afternoon, the tide was low and the
Stand welcomed us home, stretched out before us, clear and dry, beautifully hazy
in the heat – a raised strip of grey concrete bound by white railings and a low
footpath on either side, with rough cobbled banks leading down to the water.
Beyond the railings, the water was glinting with that wonderful silver light we
sometimes get here in the late afternoon which lazes through to the early evening.
We were about halfway across when I saw the boy. My first thought was how odd it
was to see someone walking on the Stand. You don’t often see people walking
around here. Between Hale and Moulton (the nearest town about thirty kilometres
away on the mainland), there’s nothing but small cottages, farmland, heathland and
a couple of hills. So islanders don’t walk because of that. If they’re going to Moulton
they tend to take the bus. So the only pedestrians you’re likely to see around here
are walkers or bird-watchers. But even from a distance I could tell that the figure
ahead didn’t fit into either of these categories. I wasn’t sure how I knew, I just did.
As we drew closer, he became clearer. He was actually a young man rather than a
boy. Although he was on the small side, he wasn’t as slight as I’d first thought. He
wasn’t exactly muscular, but he wasn’t weedy-looking either. It’s hard to explain.
There was a sense of strength about him, a graceful strength that showed in his
balance, the way he held himself, the way he walked…
31 In the first paragraph, what is Caitlin’s main point about the island?
A His writing prevents him from doing things he wants to with his family.
D His son’s arrival is one event he will take time off for.
A is embarrassed that she doesn’t understand what her brother is talking about.
B feels confused about why she can’t relate to her brother any more.
35 In ‘because of that’ in Paragraph Five (underlined), ‘that’ refers to the fact that
A She felt his air of confidence contrasted with his physical appearance.
B She was able to come up with a reason for him being there.
Having made this decision, Jamie was able to look into alternatives – which in the
end turned out to be a degree validated by a university through a distance learning
provider. ‘It was a massive weight off my mind and it was a perfect option for me,’
Jamie says. ‘It has allowed me to stay near my friends and my family and still work
part-time.’
Jamie has been able to take on two part-time jobs – alongside his studies – but has
also been free to undertake work experience for a law firm, which has led to a full-
time job offer before he has even completed his course.
Jonathan Smith, who is studying for a BA in Business, chose to study via a distance
learning course when already in full-time employment. ‘I’d studied History, Politics
and Economics at school but going to university wasn’t even a consideration for
me,’ he explains. ‘My friends were at home, I didn’t want to be burdened with debt
and I wanted to get straight into a career.’
Obviously, one of the downsides to a distance learning course is that students miss
out on the experience of attending university, which means missing out on
traditional lectures. ‘Reading feedback and instructions from a screen isn’t quite the
same as talking to someone face-to-face,’ Jamie says. ‘It’s also a lot of work to do on
your own. I don’t have a close circle of friends going through the same thing, so I
can’t really ask my peers for help and advice. However, I’ve found the online
student forums helpful and the firm I’ve been working for have offered advice and
guidance when I’ve needed it.’
‘I haven’t met as many new people as I would have, had I moved away,’ says Jamie.
‘But I have met new people through work instead. It’s just a different type of
experience, which is just as rewarding and ultimately, in my opinion, makes me
more employable.’
For anyone considering a distance learning course, there are several other factors
to be considered; perhaps most importantly, motivation. ‘Distance learning isn’t an
easy option,’ says Dr Philip Hallam, Chief Executive Officer of a distance and online
learning provider. ‘It’s going to be a substantial commitment, not only financially
but also on your time. We need to make sure that people have really thought it
through and understand why they want a degree. You will need to dig deep
occasionally.’
Jonathan Smith is confident in the choices he’s made regarding education, but
believes more could be done to make young people aware of the choices they have.
‘When I left school with good qualifications, I was shocked at how little advice was
available on options other than university. Everyone is different and education
should reflect that. I’m glad I took the route I did and I think it is important that
more people have the opportunity to study in a way that suits them.’
A work with people who were also studying at the same time.
Daniel Radcliffe
I first meet Daniel Radcliffe at the offices of his agent, just before he takes to the
stage for an evening performance of The Cripple Of Inishmaan. He’s wearing tight
jeans, no glasses, and is a super ball of energy. He is extraordinarily polite, slim,
well turned out. If you’d never seen him before, you might assume he was a
children’s television presenter. But at the age of just 24 he has 16 movies behind
him, eight of them Harry Potter blockbusters. It feels as if he’s been with us forever.
The funny thing is, apart from the facial hair, he doesn’t really look any different
from the schoolboy wizard who made his screen debut in 2001.
Yet over the past half-dozen years, it seems he has done everything he could to
distinguish himself from Harry in the parts he has chosen to play. Radcliffe
disagrees with this, saying ‘I pick films based on scripts and directors and parts. I’m
not interested in making films I’ve seen before. There’s nothing more exciting to me
when I read a script than originality. That’s all it’s governed by, there’s no master
plan to distance myself from Potter.’
He says he doesn’t want to sound ungrateful. ‘I know that Potter is going to be with
me for the rest of my life, so to try to stop people talking about that any more is
stupid. It’s just a fact of your life, so you can’t get annoyed by it. You have to accept
the fact that you were involved in this incredibly cool thing and though you might
not always be happy with the work you did on it, the opportunity it has given you to
make a career for yourself is amazing.’
Was he aware how much Harry would change his life when he was offered the part?
‘No, I knew I was signing on for the first two, that four books had come out. Warner,
the film company, genuinely didn’t know at that stage if they were going to make
more than one film. If it flopped, then they certainly weren’t going to put up all that
money again.’ Did he ever consider exercising his opt-out clause? ‘By the third film, I
thought, if there’s a time to get out, it’s now; there’s still enough time for another
actor to come in and establish himself. For a while, I thought, if I do all of them, will I
be able to move on to other stuff or should I start doing other stuff now? But in the
end I decided I was having way too much fun. And actually there aren’t many great
parts out there for teenage boys, certainly not as good as Harry Potter.’
C he had no idea how many films in the series there would be.
The sun was bright in the cloudless sky as I looked down the runway to the sand-
filled triple-jump pit. Sounds of feet pounding on the track and cheers filled the air.
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it; the perfect jump. I’d only recently taken up
this event and wished I’d had more practice. It’s so much more than a hop, skip and
a jump. It’s a take-off. The announcer’s voice boomed, ‘All triple-jump girls please
sign in now.’ About nine of us meandered down to the pit where he was holding a
clipboard and measuring tape.
Waiting for my turn, I checked out the competition, seeing who had the longest legs
or greatest muscle tone. My legs were still aching a little from the hundred-metre
hurdles. I stretched them out, feeling the lump in my left one, the remnants of a
pulled muscle. When I heard my name called, I began to feel nervous. What if I
didn’t make it? This was the last chance to qualify and I had three jumps to do it. I
bounced on my toes as I watched the girls before me jump. Analysing their form,
you could see those who didn’t have enough momentum from the board.
Finally my turn came. I stepped onto the runway and found my chalk mark.
Steadying myself, I narrowed my eyes and took a deep breath. Pushing off my back
foot, I lunged forward into a sprint. One, two, three, four, five and by six strides I
was on the board. The actual jump is hard to remember; a one-legged hop, a skip
and a long jump into the hot sandy pit. A long breath escaped me as I stepped out
of the pit and waited to hear my measurement. ‘Twenty-eight feet, five-and-a-half
inches’ called the clipboard guy.
I walked down the runway to be met by Paula, and was thankful for her kind face. ‘I
want you to try something. Alright? Where’s a relaxing place for you?’ ‘In the water, I
guess. Swimming.’ It was the first thing that came to mind and I didn’t realise how
silly it must sound. ‘Perfect’, she responded. ‘Right before you jump, I want you to
imagine you’re in the water, just floating, OK?’ I agreed, smiling to show my
appreciation. I paced until my name was called again.
‘Pirog, you’re up!’ I closed my eyes and imagined the water running over me,
soothing me. My muscles relaxed and I exhaled as I pushed into take-off. This sprint
felt loose and free. When I took off from the second board, I was sure my first
phase was too high, that my second was chopped, and my landing wasn’t quite
what it should have been. I stood up, shaking off the sand as the officials drew out
the long measuring tape. The suspense was killing me.
‘Twenty-nine feet, ten inches.’ I couldn’t stop myself from screaming and jumping
into the air. My team-mates rushed to me, I was encircled and soon my hand stung
from the force of all the customary high-fives. It was a relief finally to have made it
and my success couldn’t be put down to sheer luck. My face ached from smiling but
I knew I wouldn’t stop. I found Paula and ran to hug her. ‘That was all thanks to you.’
She smiled in return: ‘Thank the water.’
The list of the ways I use technology is endless: writing, planning, socialising,
communicating and shopping, to name a few. When I reflected on its impact on my
education, I saw that, for my fellow students and I, technology has been significant
in many ways. Returning to the story of my grandfather and the smartphone, he
had asked me more about how I used it and about university life. He said he
thought we had an easy life compared to previous generations. My sister caught my
eye and we exchanged a smile. But whereas she was thinking our grandfather was
just being a typical 65-year-old, I could see his point.
Not only are we lucky enough to have the same educational benefits as those of
previous generations, we have so many more as well. We still have walk-in libraries
available to us, and I can see why some students choose to find and use resources
in these distraction-free locations. However, the only option for studying used to be
sitting in these libraries with as many books from your reading list as you could
find, yet now a single search for your chosen study topic online can immediately
provide access to a huge range of resources. At universities, interaction between
students and university staff is another area that has changed considerably with
developments in technology. We can have face-to-face time with our tutors when
we need it, and also communicate using our electronic gadgets from the comfort of
our homes, or on the bus. The most popular means of doing this is via instant
messaging or social media – email is often considered too slow, and it has become
unacceptable for messages to be unanswered for any length of time. While this
puts an extra strain on the university’s academic support team, who usually have to
answer the queries as they come in, we students are greatly benefitted.
When we compare the student life of the past and that of the present day, it is
tempting to focus on the obvious differences when it comes to technology. In actual
fact, students are doing what they’ve always done: embracing the resources
available and adapting them in ways which allow them to work more efficiently and
to live more enjoyably. The pace of change in technology continuously gathers
speed, so we have to value each innovation as it happens.
31 What does the writer illustrate by describing the incident in the car?
32 What did the writer think of her grandfather’s comment, mentioned in the
second paragraph?
33 What does the writer say about getting study resources from libraries?
A She considers libraries more preferable places for study than home.
C She appreciates the fact that people can still study in libraries if they want to.
D She thinks libraries are limited by the quantity of resources they can store.
34 What disadvantage of new technology does the writer mention in the third
paragraph?
A Those who can afford the best gadgets gain an unfair advantage.
35 What is the purpose of the question ‘Why shouldn’t they be?’ in the fourth
paragraph?
A to express an opinion
C to make a criticism
D to indicate uncertainty
36 What is the writer’s conclusion about students today in the final paragraph?
A They have such different lives to previous generations that it’s unwise to
compare them.
B They deal better with change than previous generations did.
C They take advantage of new resources more quickly than previous generations
did.
Tomorrow’s Homes, however, dared to make predictions which it turned into reality
using an average home belonging to a family called the Forseys. Four miles of cable
were installed in the house so that all the electrics, from lights to the fridge, could
be controlled via the internet, and various other devices and gadgets were
introduced in addition to this. The family were then filmed as they got used to their
new home life. Programme presenter Harry Thwaites is also a consultant who
spends his work life imagining the future, so testing out his ideas for the
programme was a fascinating experiment for him. His approach was to use
technology that was not totally brand new, but had only recently become more
affordable. CCTV cameras for security have been around for years, for example, but
they are no longer only an option for the mega-rich.
The Forsey family consists of a husband and wife with four children and two
grandchildren. They appear to be very natural and ordinary on the programme, and
it was always interesting to see how they reacted to the technology they were
testing. One example that sticks in the mind is when Janine, the mother, enters her
reconstructed, all-white home (after successfully unlocking her new front door by
using her thumb print as a key), and she immediately bursts into tears – quite
understandably it has to be said. A short while later, her husband Ben gets locked
out because the skin on his thumb is too rough. As the series progresses, however,
they slowly come to accept the technology, and even start to believe it could have
some value in their lives.
I was keen to see during the show if anything emerged as potentially future-proof,
and there were some great examples. To help Janine deal with various worries, she
was provided with a mind-controlled relaxation tool. This was a kind of headband
connected to a DVD, which, incredibly, she could control with her thoughts. When
she relaxed mentally, she made an image of the sun go down, as it would at night,
on the DVD. When she had tried the gadget and achieved the sun set, she was
asked how effective the gadget had been. Janine commented, ‘Nothing can
compare to a nice cup of tea and a good soap opera!’
31 The writer makes the point in the first paragraph that predicting how homes will
be in the future
A current ideas
D modern architecture
A blocks something
B remains there
C corrects an error
D highlights something
35 According to the third paragraph, how did the family members react to the new
technology?
Dream Jobs
During our teens, all the pupils at my school had to have a meeting with a ‘careers
advisor’ who only seemed to know about jobs at the local ship-building works. That
was fine for some, but many of us would have liked to hear about a wider range of
opportunities at that time. If only she had known about the jobs I’ve been
researching for this article! It seems there are positions out there that are almost
too good to be true.
Take, for example, the job with the title ‘Ice cream flavour advisor’ for ice cream
manufacturer Frederick’s. Imagine making and tasting ice cream for a living! From
the Fredrick’s website I learned that the people who do this job are all chefs and
food scientists, and often go on what they call ‘taste hunts’ where they travel to
other countries, trying new foods to get inspiration for new products. The website’s
home page also states that ‘every ingredient deserves consideration’, meaning
anything from peanuts to potatoes could make it into the next flavour advisor’s
invention. I guess the one downside of this job could be tasting failed creations.
For those worried about the health implications of eating so much ice cream, then
how about something more active? The perfect job for water sports lovers was
advertised in 2015 by holiday company Travel Now. They needed a water slide
tester! This involved getting into swimming gear and speeding down slides at
various holiday centres around the world to check for any issues. The company was
seeking applicants with strong written and verbal skills, experience in social media
and a willingness to travel.
Another job that seems impossibly wonderful is one for those who dream of living
on a remote island. As the caretaker of a private island in the Maldives, Simon
Grainger gets to enjoy fabulous weather, fishing and boating as part of his job.
However, he says that while it may sound more like an extended holiday than work,
the responsibilities of the job can be very demanding. These include maintaining
and repairing the island owners’ property and cleaning up after storms. On top of
that, being by yourself on an island means that your social life suffers. Seeing
friends involves an hour’s boat ride, which is never easy and sometimes impossible.
Grainger warns anyone considering a job like his to be realistic about it. He explains
you’ve got be very practical with good physical fitness, and happy in your own
company. If you are this type of person, you’ll do the job well and never want to go
back to life on the mainland.
As a writer myself, I would love to create messages for fortune cookies, but I would
be delighted to do any one of these amazing jobs. Listen up careers advisors!
31 How does the writer feel about the careers advisor he met when he was
younger?
B They are able to make most ingredients taste good in ice cream.
C They trial every new flavour creation internationally before it goes on sale.
33 Applicants for the job of water slide tester were required by Travel Now to
B The only thing that is hard about it is being alone on the island.
35 What does the fifth paragraph say about Daisy Cheng getting her job as fortune
cookie writer?
B She got the job because none of her colleagues spoke any English.
C She applied for it when the company grew and needed more people to do the
job.
I tread carefully, trying to crush as few of the beautiful flowers as possible. But I
need to get in the best position to photograph this stunning display of blue, violet
and yellow that fills the view. Where am I? In one of the royal London parks in
spring? Maybe the famous Kawachi Fuji flower gardens of Japan? No, I’m in the
driest place in the world, the Atacama Desert in Chile. And in front of me is the
wonderful sight known as Desert Bloom. I angle my camera, focus and click. Job
done, I can now stand back, breathe in the scent of millions of flowers and enjoy
the moment.
Seeing a rare natural phenomenon like the Desert Bloom is not a one-off for me;
I’ve photographed the Niagara Falls when they were partially frozen over; I’ve
experienced the weird and wonderful rush of darkness during a total eclipse. I’m
lucky that my work as a professional nature photographer takes me to some of the
most amazing places in the world and pays reasonably well. However, it’s the really
unusual sights which nature occasionally provides for us that really fascinate me. As
one of my photographer friends says, ‘It feels a real privilege.’
But in reality, just how rare are events like these? Tabloid headlines need to sell
copies and imply that they are once-in-a-bluemoon events. ‘Niagara Falls
completely frozen over’, shouts one newspaper,’The only total eclipse you’ll see in
your lifetime’, shouts another and ‘Miracle of flowers in the desert’, says a third. In
fact, these phenomena, although unusual, are not as unlikely as the hype suggests.
Niagara Falls have partially frozen over several times – when winds from the North
Pole brought arctic temperatures further south (a symptom of climate change). And
although apparently inexplicable, those stunning flowers in the desert will flower
again in another five or seven years. The seeds lie in the soil and will grow
whenever there is a lot of rainfall.
Real, once-in-a-blue-moon events do happen, but it is only by chance that they are
ever seen or recorded. For example, there’s one spectacular event that I would
desperately love to see. It’s known as a Fire Rainbow, but is actually neither
connected to fire, nor a rainbow! Sadly, I’m never likely to see one anywhere apart
from in a photograph. These incredible optical phenomena, which appear to be
amazing combinations of colours in the sky, only occur when there is a very specific
combination of atmospheric conditions. In addition to this, they are only visible
from high altitudes.
Being in the right place at the right time is what a nature photographer like me
longs for, but it doesn’t happen very often. I got my wish once, and like the Desert
Bloom it was in Chile. I was there to film a volcanic eruption at Volcan Calbuco, a
very dangerous active volcano. While filming, I was treated to a rare display of
volcanic lightning. This is a unique type of electrical reaction that happens inside a
great cloud of ash, otherwise known as a ‘dirty thunderstorm’. I say ‘treated’, but the
experience was so terrifying that my first instincts were to run like mad! The
attraction of photographing one of the greatest light shows on earth was, however,
very strong and those pictures are among the best I have ever taken.
I think my obsession with these rare natural phenomena should be quite clear by
now! I’m very fortunate to have a job which allows me to travel to record as many
as I can. The scientific reasons behind such events are certainly fascinating, but for
me it will always be about their magnificent beauty. The powerful surprises that
nature continues to deliver will never cease to amaze me. Whether they are just
unusual or truly once in a lifetime experiences, I can’t see myself ever getting tired
of chasing them.
D proud to be so well-experienced
36 What does the writer believe about the science behind rare natural events?
THE PENCIL
The pencil feels good in my hand again; an old friend. The recent weeks in hospital
disappear as I move it across the blank page. I’m feeling content and in my element;
one of those rare moments when you just feel pure joy at being where you are. I
can hear the twins squabbling behind the bench, on the grass. ‘I won!’ Melia.
Triumphant. ‘No, you didn’t! I did.’ Katie. Cross. ‘You can’t do that!’ ‘I just did!’ Then
the inevitable, ‘That’s so not fair! Mummee…’ I can see without looking – the cards
thrown down in anger on the grass, and I can feel the air tremble with Katie’s
growing bad temper.
And it kicks off. A screech from Katie. I don’t need to turn. ‘Melia – give Katie back
her cards! Play nicely. Or NO ICE CREAM.’ Silence and I turn to the woman, to offer
an apology for my children doing what children do, but she’s still staring at my tree.
Then I notice something that gives me a little shock. Her fifty-or-so year-old fingers
are curling tightly around a white leather bag on her lap and the ring on her third
finger flashes briefly in the sunshine. It’s large, multi-coloured. I remember that
ring. It flashed in front of me every time she ripped a page from my sketchbook in
Year 10 art class. I used to focus on it as she humiliated my artistic attempts in front
of the group, hoping that my burning cheeks would cool before I had to turn to face
my classmates again.
We all have our trials as a teenager, and mine was that I blushed far more easily
than anyone else. Anything could set me off, not understanding a joke, a comment
about my hair, everyone looking at me when I was asked a question. I just got hot
and went deep pink. And of course, my classmates played on it – they thought I was
hilarious. Teachers, for the most part, were sympathetic. The woman in white
wasn’t one of them.
‘Miss Davenport?’ I say in a small voice. The head turns and I see my reflection in
the glasses, still pale from my illness. The ring flashes again as she removes them,
and I’m looking directly into the cold, blue eyes I remember so well. They drop very
briefly to my sketchbook and then look back at me. ‘Susan Grant,’ she states and
her lips twist as though my name tastes nasty. ‘I should have known. No talent then
and no talent now. It looks like a pineapple.’ And I can’t help it. I’m back in art class
and my cheeks are on fire. I automatically cover my sketchbook so that she can’t rip
the page out. But, of course, she doesn’t. She stands and turns to find another
bench, one without squabbling toddlers or untalented ex-students. As she turns, I
notice, with a naughty pleasure, that I’d missed a chocolate wrapper and her
perfectly white skirt has a dark brown mark on the back. My cheeks cool
immediately.
‘That’s a pretty tree mummy,’ Katie clambers onto the bench. Then she sees Miss
Davenport’s retreating back. Then she states in that loud voice that four-year-olds
have, ‘That lady’s got a dirty skirt!’ Miss Davenport turns, surprised. So do the
people on the opposite bench. I see two pink spots appear on her cheeks and I
think, ‘Yes!’
32 What does the writer suggest about the woman on the bench?
So I lost no time in booking myself a room at one of these hotels and going to see it
for myself. And sure enough, there are the reception desk instead of a friendly
receptionist wearing a uniform was a machine.
‘I’d like to check in please, I shouted, wondering if the machine would respond to
my voice, and feeling thrilled that I was about to have my first ever conversation
with a check-in machine. Nothing. I said it again but there was silence. I was hoping
the machine would say something like ‘If you want to check in, press 1. But then I
noticed a written message in the machine’s screen. ‘Please insert your credit card
and key in your booking reference, then follow the instructions.’ No conversation.
How disappointing.
Staying at the hotel costs from €35 (more if you want a bigger room). That’s a
bargain for Paris, where a stay in a more conventional hotel can easily cost two or
three times that much. And if you did stay there, it wouldn’t necessarily be any
nicer, and certainly wouldn’t be any more memorable. The hotel is located near to
the amusement park, Disneyland Paris, which was created as a visitor attraction on
the east of the city with lots of amusement rides. In fact, many of the guests book
the hotel purely in order to be close to the park.
Back in the hotel, as well as machines to check in, there are vending machines to
serve drinks and snacks and vacuum cleaners that work without a human, using
sensors to navigate around the rooms. According to the owners, the laundry has
robots which do all the washing unaided. Another innovation is the use of face
recognition instead of keys to get into your room. A photograph of the guest’s face
is taken at the reception desk by the check in machines.
With 60 rooms in the building, there is a lot of coming and going. Guests are
actively encouraged to stop and get a coffee from one of the machines in the guest
lounge with other guests, so there is at least some social interaction. One area
where humans are absolutely essential for the hotel is security. There are scanners
and CCTV cameras everywhere, and the footage from these is watched by human
security guards, no matter whether or not the hotel is full. It is their job to make
sure that the guests are safe – and that no-one causes any damage to hotel
property, including of course making off with a costly robot.
Critics say that businesses like these automated hotels will mean that people lose
their jobs, as more and more roles can be performed by robots and machines. But
there are many who see them as a vision of the future and argue that robots can
make our lives easier. But this can only happen if higher manufacturing and (line x)
operating standards are achieved, and if guests are prepared to put their trust in
machines and don’t mind the lack of personal contact. Only then will this type of
hotel be a success. Time will tell if this is the case.
A efficient.
B friendly.
C profitable.
D unusual.
2 What aspect of the writer’s experience at reception was ‘disappointing’ (line X)?
3 What does the writer say about the price of the rooms in the hotel?
A The hotel is good value.
La Mercè Festival
by Adrian Jacobs
Last September, I attended the La Mercè festival in the city of Barcelona, Spain, with
my family. I’d never been to the city before and was looking forward to spending a
few days there. After checking in to our hotel, we wandered into the centre for our
first look around the city I’d heard so much about. With the festival already in full
swing, the footpaths were crowded, making it challenging to move with any speed
around the sights. It was nothing I hadn’t been warned about and we were in no
rush. I could barely take my eyes off the beautiful old buildings as we walked along.
All that fascinating history: I imagined all the stories the buildings would be able to
tell if they had a voice. Traffic buzzed round us, filling the air with sounds of
beeping horns, adding to the atmosphere.
The first event we attended was the building of ‘human towers’. Different teams
competed to create the tallest tower of people by standing on each others’
shoulders. Then the youngest member of each group climbed up the outside to the
very top. I gazed in awe at the height of the towers. They made it look easy but
what an incredible amount of practice and teamwork the activity must need. Now
and then, a tower would collapse to the gasps of the onlookers. The teams had
clearly prepared for this eventuality, though, and caught each other easily. We
stood and watched for ages, transfixed.
Next was the parade of the ‘giants’, where huge brightly painted figures were
carried through the streets representing different neighbourhoods of the city. Kings
and queens dressed in historical costumes hovered over the crowds, spinning and
dancing in pairs to the tunes played on ancient instruments by bands of musicians.
Children stared in wonder, their faces lighting up when they spotted a favourite
character – that was a magical thing. I soon abandoned any attempt at filming the
procession; it was far better just to store the images away in my memory instead.
That evening we saw what, for me, was the highlight of our whole trip: the ‘fire run’.
Another parade, but this one was a procession of huge five-breathing beasts –
again, brightly painted – which were carried along the road, showering the
spectators with sparks from fireworks attached to them. Spectators are advised to
cover up as protection, but there’s no real danger. Even so, I decided to stand well
back away from it! It was an incredible sight and must have been great fun to
participate in. The fire lit up the spectators in the darkness and I recognised my
own feelings of happiness on their faces. I snapped away with my camera, but
when I looked at my pictures the next day, I’d just recorded a blur of movement.
Over the next couple of days we saw everything from a kite flying competition at
the beach to an aerobatic show, sampled local specialities in seaside cafés and sang
and (line 52) danced in the city’s numerous squares. All too soon it was the last
night of the festival. Together with thousands of other people, we stood ready to
watch the final event: the closing of the festival with a magnificent fireworks
display. It was as fantastic as all the other events had been and I knew that even if I
never came back again, I’d go home having made the most of the celebrations I’d so
longed to see, and having gained an insight into another culture.
1 How did Adrian feel when he saw the city of Barcelona for the first time?
A amazed at the number of visitors there
B excited by the interesting architecture
C annoyed by how noisy the city was
D pleased about how easy it was to get around
2 What does Adrian say about the ‘human towers’ event in the second paragraph?
A It made him feel nervous at certain moments.
B It continued for longer than he would have liked.
C It required a lot of skill on the part of the participants.
D It was not as impressive as he had expected it to be.
3 When Adrian saw the parade of giants in the third paragraph, he particularly
liked
A trying to capture the figures on video.
B seeing other people’s enjoyment of it.
C learning about the history of the activity.
D listening to the music which accompanied it.
4 During the ‘fire run’ in the fourth paragraph, Adrian
A thought it wise to keep at a distance from the parade.
B wished he was able to take part in the procession.
C managed to take some atmospheric photos.
D saw someone he knew in the crowds.
5 What does sampled in line 52 mean?
A checked
B experimented
C observed
D tried
6 How did Adrian feel at the end of the festival?
A hopeful that he would return in the future
B regretful that the experience was over
C satisfied to have fulfilled an ambition
D happy to be heading home