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Passage
PROSE FICTION: Moving Day
Two sodas, four candy bars, a packet of trail mix,
and one bathroom break later, we’d made it. As far as
I was concerned, it was just in time. After spending
six hours in the car, my legs were in need of some
(5) serious stretching. I opened the door and swung my
aching legs over the side of the passenger seat, let-
ting the hot, sticky air hit me like a brick wall. While
I’m thankful for the conveniences of the modern car,
sometimes even thick, humid air, heavy with pollen
(10) and summer sweat, tastes a million times better than
stale air conditioning. I could feel my mood begin to
improve.
“So, what do you think?”
I turned to look at my husband, John, as he got
(15) out of the car, his eyes sparkling as he awaited my
response. It was our second trip to the apartment com-
plex in the last three weeks, but this time, there was
something different. Three weeks ago, we were simply
visitors looking to sign a rental agreement, but now,
(20) we were home.
“I like it,” I answered, hoping the enthusiasm
in my voice would match the sparkle in his eyes.
Encouraged, he smiled and turned back to the car.
“We’d better start unloading before it gets too
(25) hot,” he said.
“Too late. I’m already sweating.” I pushed my
bangs off my forehead, hoping to prevent my hair from
looking absolutely disgusting. John must have noticed,
because I caught him looking at me through the rear
(30) window.
“Libby, we have an entire car and trailer to
unpack. You might as well forget about looking glam-
orous, at least for now. Besides, it’s not like we’re back
in D.C. No C-Span cameras here!” He chuckled as he
(35) said it, but the sparkle had left his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah,” I answered, tossing my head as I
laughed gamely. I didn’t want to lose that sense of
optimism—not at the beginning. I stretched my legs
out in front of me, hoping it’d make getting out of the
(40) car a little bit easier. No such luck. My knees cracked as
I stood up, and my calves were tight from the cramped
quarters. I’d had no idea my legs would miss the high
heels my feet had gladly given up. Suppressing a sigh,
I headed towards the trunk to help John unload our life.
(45) We each grabbed an armful and headed towards
our new apartment, just a few blocks away from the
squat, industrial-looking building where John would
start teaching. The fall semester was just a few
short weeks away. I’d always thought that university
(50) buildings were lofty, ivy-covered brick and stone—at
least that’s what I was used to. Things were certainly
different in the Midwest. After transferring some bags
from one arm to the other, I managed to get the front
door key out of my pocket. By the time I got the door
(55) open, I thought John was going to topple right into the
apartment.
There’s something monumental about taking your
first step into a new home. For John and me, it was our
first home we had chosen together. Walking through
(60) the door, the bags heavy on my arms, I felt like we
were starting the first pages in the next chapter of our
lives. When John had asked me to marry him and move
to Ohio, I’d had no idea what the future held for us.
Now, suddenly, I knew the future had begun. And, just
(65) as suddenly, I knew it could be anything we wanted it
to be.
“Well, this is it,” John said.
“Yep. This is it.” Looking around the empty apart-
ment, I realized its beige walls were simply a blank
(70) canvas waiting for us to fill it. I felt a thrill of real
excitement as a slow grin spread across my face. John
saw it and started to relax. He leaned against the door-
frame and followed me with his eyes as I traced the
outline of the room. It would work. Excited to begin,
(75) I turned to John.
“Well, are you ready?” I asked.
“I think so. Are you?” he replied.
“Sure am. Let’s go.”
With that, we dropped our armfuls in the middle of
(80) the living room and headed back to the car for another
load. We were home.
Passage
PROSE FICTION: Moving Day
Two sodas, four candy bars, a packet of trail mix,
and one bathroom break later, we’d made it. As far as
I was concerned, it was just in time. After spending
six hours in the car, my legs were in need of some
(5) serious stretching. I opened the door and swung my
aching legs over the side of the passenger seat, let-
ting the hot, sticky air hit me like a brick wall. While
I’m thankful for the conveniences of the modern car,
sometimes even thick, humid air, heavy with pollen
(10) and summer sweat, tastes a million times better than
stale air conditioning. I could feel my mood begin to
improve.
“So, what do you think?”
I turned to look at my husband, John, as he got
(15) out of the car, his eyes sparkling as he awaited my
response. It was our second trip to the apartment com-
plex in the last three weeks, but this time, there was
something different. Three weeks ago, we were simply
visitors looking to sign a rental agreement, but now,
(20) we were home.
“I like it,” I answered, hoping the enthusiasm
in my voice would match the sparkle in his eyes.
Encouraged, he smiled and turned back to the car.
“We’d better start unloading before it gets too
(25) hot,” he said.
“Too late. I’m already sweating.” I pushed my
bangs off my forehead, hoping to prevent my hair from
looking absolutely disgusting. John must have noticed,
because I caught him looking at me through the rear
(30) window.
“Libby, we have an entire car and trailer to
unpack. You might as well forget about looking glam-
orous, at least for now. Besides, it’s not like we’re back
in D.C. No C-Span cameras here!” He chuckled as he
(35) said it, but the sparkle had left his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah,” I answered, tossing my head as I
laughed gamely. I didn’t want to lose that sense of
optimism—not at the beginning. I stretched my legs
out in front of me, hoping it’d make getting out of the
(40) car a little bit easier. No such luck. My knees cracked as
I stood up, and my calves were tight from the cramped
quarters. I’d had no idea my legs would miss the high
heels my feet had gladly given up. Suppressing a sigh,
I headed towards the trunk to help John unload our life.
(45) We each grabbed an armful and headed towards
our new apartment, just a few blocks away from the
squat, industrial-looking building where John would
start teaching. The fall semester was just a few
short weeks away. I’d always thought that university
(50) buildings were lofty, ivy-covered brick and stone—at
least that’s what I was used to. Things were certainly
different in the Midwest. After transferring some bags
from one arm to the other, I managed to get the front
door key out of my pocket. By the time I got the door
(55) open, I thought John was going to topple right into the
apartment.
There’s something monumental about taking your
first step into a new home. For John and me, it was our
first home we had chosen together. Walking through
(60) the door, the bags heavy on my arms, I felt like we
were starting the first pages in the next chapter of our
lives. When John had asked me to marry him and move
to Ohio, I’d had no idea what the future held for us.
Now, suddenly, I knew the future had begun. And, just
(65) as suddenly, I knew it could be anything we wanted it
to be.
“Well, this is it,” John said.
“Yep. This is it.” Looking around the empty apart-
ment, I realized its beige walls were simply a blank
(70) canvas waiting for us to fill it. I felt a thrill of real
excitement as a slow grin spread across my face. John
saw it and started to relax. He leaned against the door-
frame and followed me with his eyes as I traced the
outline of the room. It would work. Excited to begin,
(75) I turned to John.
“Well, are you ready?” I asked.
“I think so. Are you?” he replied.
“Sure am. Let’s go.”
With that, we dropped our armfuls in the middle of
(80) the living room and headed back to the car for another
load. We were home.
Q. According to the passage, John’s new workplace is all of the following EXCEPT:
- a)ivy-covered brick and stone.
- b)squat.
- c)industrial-looking.
- d)close to John and Libby’s apartment.
Correct answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer?
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The passage states that, “We each grabbed an armful and headed towards our new apartment, just a few blocks away from the squat, industrial-looking building where John would start teaching.” This statement best supports answer choice A. While Libby was accustomed to university buildings that were ivycovered, John’s new workplace was different.
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Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassagePROSE FICTION:Moving DayTwo sodas, four candy bars, a packet of trail mix,and one bathroom break later, we’d made it. As far asI was concerned, it was just in time. After spendingsix hours in the car, my legs were in need of some(5)serious stretching. I opened the door and swung myaching legs over the side of the passenger seat, let-ting the hot, sticky air hit me like a brick wall. WhileI’m thankful for the conveniences of the modern car,sometimes even thick, humid air, heavy with pollen(10)and summer sweat, tastes a million times better thanstale air conditioning. I could feel my mood begin toimprove.“So, what do you think?”I turned to look at my husband, John, as he got(15)out of the car, his eyes sparkling as he awaited myresponse. It was our second trip to the apartment com-plex in the last three weeks, but this time, there wassomething different. Three weeks ago, we were simplyvisitors looking to sign a rental agreement, but now,(20)we were home.“I like it,” I answered, hoping the enthusiasmin my voice would match the sparkle in his eyes.Encouraged, he smiled and turned back to the car.“We’d better start unloading before it gets too(25)hot,” he said.“Too late. I’m already sweating.” I pushed mybangs off my forehead, hoping to prevent my hair fromlooking absolutely disgusting. John must have noticed,because I caught him looking at me through the rear(30)window.“Libby, we have an entire car and trailer tounpack. You might as well forget about looking glam-orous, at least for now. Besides, it’s not like we’re backin D.C. No C-Span cameras here!” He chuckled as he(35)said it, but the sparkle had left his eyes.“Yeah, yeah,” I answered, tossing my head as Ilaughed gamely. I didn’t want to lose that sense ofoptimism—not at the beginning. I stretched my legsout in front of me, hoping it’d make getting out of the(40)car a little bit easier. No such luck. My knees cracked asI stood up, and my calves were tight from the crampedquarters. I’d had no idea my legs would miss the highheels my feet had gladly given up. Suppressing a sigh,I headed towards the trunk to help John unload our life.(45)We each grabbed an armful and headed towardsour new apartment, just a few blocks away from thesquat, industrial-looking building where John wouldstart teaching. The fall semester was just a fewshort weeks away. I’d always thought that university(50)buildings were lofty, ivy-covered brick and stone—atleast that’s what I was used to. Things were certainlydifferent in the Midwest. After transferring some bagsfrom one arm to the other, I managed to get the frontdoor key out of my pocket. By the time I got the door(55)open, I thought John was going to topple right into theapartment.There’s something monumental about taking yourfirst step into a new home. For John and me, it was ourfirst home we had chosen together. Walking through(60)the door, the bags heavy on my arms, I felt like wewere starting the first pages in the next chapter of ourlives. When John had asked me to marry him and moveto Ohio, I’d had no idea what the future held for us.Now, suddenly, I knew the future had begun. And, just(65)as suddenly, I knew it could be anything we wanted itto be.“Well, this is it,” John said.“Yep. This is it.” Looking around the empty apart-ment, I realized its beige walls were simply a blank(70)canvas waiting for us to fill it. I felt a thrill of realexcitement as a slow grin spread across my face. Johnsaw it and started to relax. He leaned against the door-frame and followed me with his eyes as I traced theoutline of the room. It would work. Excited to begin,(75)I turned to John.“Well, are you ready?” I asked.“I think so. Are you?” he replied.“Sure am. Let’s go.”With that, we dropped our armfuls in the middle of(80)the living room and headed back to the car for anotherload. We were home.Q.According to the passage, John’s new workplace is all of the following EXCEPT:a)ivy-covered brick and stone.b)squat.c)industrial-looking.d)close to John and Libby’s apartment.Correct answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer?
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Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassagePROSE FICTION:Moving DayTwo sodas, four candy bars, a packet of trail mix,and one bathroom break later, we’d made it. As far asI was concerned, it was just in time. After spendingsix hours in the car, my legs were in need of some(5)serious stretching. I opened the door and swung myaching legs over the side of the passenger seat, let-ting the hot, sticky air hit me like a brick wall. WhileI’m thankful for the conveniences of the modern car,sometimes even thick, humid air, heavy with pollen(10)and summer sweat, tastes a million times better thanstale air conditioning. I could feel my mood begin toimprove.“So, what do you think?”I turned to look at my husband, John, as he got(15)out of the car, his eyes sparkling as he awaited myresponse. It was our second trip to the apartment com-plex in the last three weeks, but this time, there wassomething different. Three weeks ago, we were simplyvisitors looking to sign a rental agreement, but now,(20)we were home.“I like it,” I answered, hoping the enthusiasmin my voice would match the sparkle in his eyes.Encouraged, he smiled and turned back to the car.“We’d better start unloading before it gets too(25)hot,” he said.“Too late. I’m already sweating.” I pushed mybangs off my forehead, hoping to prevent my hair fromlooking absolutely disgusting. John must have noticed,because I caught him looking at me through the rear(30)window.“Libby, we have an entire car and trailer tounpack. You might as well forget about looking glam-orous, at least for now. Besides, it’s not like we’re backin D.C. No C-Span cameras here!” He chuckled as he(35)said it, but the sparkle had left his eyes.“Yeah, yeah,” I answered, tossing my head as Ilaughed gamely. I didn’t want to lose that sense ofoptimism—not at the beginning. I stretched my legsout in front of me, hoping it’d make getting out of the(40)car a little bit easier. No such luck. My knees cracked asI stood up, and my calves were tight from the crampedquarters. I’d had no idea my legs would miss the highheels my feet had gladly given up. Suppressing a sigh,I headed towards the trunk to help John unload our life.(45)We each grabbed an armful and headed towardsour new apartment, just a few blocks away from thesquat, industrial-looking building where John wouldstart teaching. The fall semester was just a fewshort weeks away. I’d always thought that university(50)buildings were lofty, ivy-covered brick and stone—atleast that’s what I was used to. Things were certainlydifferent in the Midwest. After transferring some bagsfrom one arm to the other, I managed to get the frontdoor key out of my pocket. By the time I got the door(55)open, I thought John was going to topple right into theapartment.There’s something monumental about taking yourfirst step into a new home. For John and me, it was ourfirst home we had chosen together. Walking through(60)the door, the bags heavy on my arms, I felt like wewere starting the first pages in the next chapter of ourlives. When John had asked me to marry him and moveto Ohio, I’d had no idea what the future held for us.Now, suddenly, I knew the future had begun. And, just(65)as suddenly, I knew it could be anything we wanted itto be.“Well, this is it,” John said.“Yep. This is it.” Looking around the empty apart-ment, I realized its beige walls were simply a blank(70)canvas waiting for us to fill it. I felt a thrill of realexcitement as a slow grin spread across my face. Johnsaw it and started to relax. He leaned against the door-frame and followed me with his eyes as I traced theoutline of the room. It would work. Excited to begin,(75)I turned to John.“Well, are you ready?” I asked.“I think so. Are you?” he replied.“Sure am. Let’s go.”With that, we dropped our armfuls in the middle of(80)the living room and headed back to the car for anotherload. We were home.Q.According to the passage, John’s new workplace is all of the following EXCEPT:a)ivy-covered brick and stone.b)squat.c)industrial-looking.d)close to John and Libby’s apartment.Correct answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer? for ACT 2025 is part of ACT preparation. The Question and answers have been prepared according to the ACT exam syllabus. Information about Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassagePROSE FICTION:Moving DayTwo sodas, four candy bars, a packet of trail mix,and one bathroom break later, we’d made it. As far asI was concerned, it was just in time. After spendingsix hours in the car, my legs were in need of some(5)serious stretching. I opened the door and swung myaching legs over the side of the passenger seat, let-ting the hot, sticky air hit me like a brick wall. WhileI’m thankful for the conveniences of the modern car,sometimes even thick, humid air, heavy with pollen(10)and summer sweat, tastes a million times better thanstale air conditioning. I could feel my mood begin toimprove.“So, what do you think?”I turned to look at my husband, John, as he got(15)out of the car, his eyes sparkling as he awaited myresponse. It was our second trip to the apartment com-plex in the last three weeks, but this time, there wassomething different. Three weeks ago, we were simplyvisitors looking to sign a rental agreement, but now,(20)we were home.“I like it,” I answered, hoping the enthusiasmin my voice would match the sparkle in his eyes.Encouraged, he smiled and turned back to the car.“We’d better start unloading before it gets too(25)hot,” he said.“Too late. I’m already sweating.” I pushed mybangs off my forehead, hoping to prevent my hair fromlooking absolutely disgusting. John must have noticed,because I caught him looking at me through the rear(30)window.“Libby, we have an entire car and trailer tounpack. You might as well forget about looking glam-orous, at least for now. Besides, it’s not like we’re backin D.C. No C-Span cameras here!” He chuckled as he(35)said it, but the sparkle had left his eyes.“Yeah, yeah,” I answered, tossing my head as Ilaughed gamely. I didn’t want to lose that sense ofoptimism—not at the beginning. I stretched my legsout in front of me, hoping it’d make getting out of the(40)car a little bit easier. No such luck. My knees cracked asI stood up, and my calves were tight from the crampedquarters. I’d had no idea my legs would miss the highheels my feet had gladly given up. Suppressing a sigh,I headed towards the trunk to help John unload our life.(45)We each grabbed an armful and headed towardsour new apartment, just a few blocks away from thesquat, industrial-looking building where John wouldstart teaching. The fall semester was just a fewshort weeks away. I’d always thought that university(50)buildings were lofty, ivy-covered brick and stone—atleast that’s what I was used to. Things were certainlydifferent in the Midwest. After transferring some bagsfrom one arm to the other, I managed to get the frontdoor key out of my pocket. By the time I got the door(55)open, I thought John was going to topple right into theapartment.There’s something monumental about taking yourfirst step into a new home. For John and me, it was ourfirst home we had chosen together. Walking through(60)the door, the bags heavy on my arms, I felt like wewere starting the first pages in the next chapter of ourlives. When John had asked me to marry him and moveto Ohio, I’d had no idea what the future held for us.Now, suddenly, I knew the future had begun. And, just(65)as suddenly, I knew it could be anything we wanted itto be.“Well, this is it,” John said.“Yep. This is it.” Looking around the empty apart-ment, I realized its beige walls were simply a blank(70)canvas waiting for us to fill it. I felt a thrill of realexcitement as a slow grin spread across my face. Johnsaw it and started to relax. He leaned against the door-frame and followed me with his eyes as I traced theoutline of the room. It would work. Excited to begin,(75)I turned to John.“Well, are you ready?” I asked.“I think so. Are you?” he replied.“Sure am. Let’s go.”With that, we dropped our armfuls in the middle of(80)the living room and headed back to the car for anotherload. We were home.Q.According to the passage, John’s new workplace is all of the following EXCEPT:a)ivy-covered brick and stone.b)squat.c)industrial-looking.d)close to John and Libby’s apartment.Correct answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer? covers all topics & solutions for ACT 2025 Exam. Find important definitions, questions, meanings, examples, exercises and tests below for Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassagePROSE FICTION:Moving DayTwo sodas, four candy bars, a packet of trail mix,and one bathroom break later, we’d made it. As far asI was concerned, it was just in time. After spendingsix hours in the car, my legs were in need of some(5)serious stretching. I opened the door and swung myaching legs over the side of the passenger seat, let-ting the hot, sticky air hit me like a brick wall. WhileI’m thankful for the conveniences of the modern car,sometimes even thick, humid air, heavy with pollen(10)and summer sweat, tastes a million times better thanstale air conditioning. I could feel my mood begin toimprove.“So, what do you think?”I turned to look at my husband, John, as he got(15)out of the car, his eyes sparkling as he awaited myresponse. It was our second trip to the apartment com-plex in the last three weeks, but this time, there wassomething different. Three weeks ago, we were simplyvisitors looking to sign a rental agreement, but now,(20)we were home.“I like it,” I answered, hoping the enthusiasmin my voice would match the sparkle in his eyes.Encouraged, he smiled and turned back to the car.“We’d better start unloading before it gets too(25)hot,” he said.“Too late. I’m already sweating.” I pushed mybangs off my forehead, hoping to prevent my hair fromlooking absolutely disgusting. John must have noticed,because I caught him looking at me through the rear(30)window.“Libby, we have an entire car and trailer tounpack. You might as well forget about looking glam-orous, at least for now. Besides, it’s not like we’re backin D.C. No C-Span cameras here!” He chuckled as he(35)said it, but the sparkle had left his eyes.“Yeah, yeah,” I answered, tossing my head as Ilaughed gamely. I didn’t want to lose that sense ofoptimism—not at the beginning. I stretched my legsout in front of me, hoping it’d make getting out of the(40)car a little bit easier. No such luck. My knees cracked asI stood up, and my calves were tight from the crampedquarters. I’d had no idea my legs would miss the highheels my feet had gladly given up. Suppressing a sigh,I headed towards the trunk to help John unload our life.(45)We each grabbed an armful and headed towardsour new apartment, just a few blocks away from thesquat, industrial-looking building where John wouldstart teaching. The fall semester was just a fewshort weeks away. I’d always thought that university(50)buildings were lofty, ivy-covered brick and stone—atleast that’s what I was used to. Things were certainlydifferent in the Midwest. After transferring some bagsfrom one arm to the other, I managed to get the frontdoor key out of my pocket. By the time I got the door(55)open, I thought John was going to topple right into theapartment.There’s something monumental about taking yourfirst step into a new home. For John and me, it was ourfirst home we had chosen together. Walking through(60)the door, the bags heavy on my arms, I felt like wewere starting the first pages in the next chapter of ourlives. When John had asked me to marry him and moveto Ohio, I’d had no idea what the future held for us.Now, suddenly, I knew the future had begun. And, just(65)as suddenly, I knew it could be anything we wanted itto be.“Well, this is it,” John said.“Yep. This is it.” Looking around the empty apart-ment, I realized its beige walls were simply a blank(70)canvas waiting for us to fill it. I felt a thrill of realexcitement as a slow grin spread across my face. Johnsaw it and started to relax. He leaned against the door-frame and followed me with his eyes as I traced theoutline of the room. It would work. Excited to begin,(75)I turned to John.“Well, are you ready?” I asked.“I think so. Are you?” he replied.“Sure am. Let’s go.”With that, we dropped our armfuls in the middle of(80)the living room and headed back to the car for anotherload. We were home.Q.According to the passage, John’s new workplace is all of the following EXCEPT:a)ivy-covered brick and stone.b)squat.c)industrial-looking.d)close to John and Libby’s apartment.Correct answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer?.
Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassagePROSE FICTION:Moving DayTwo sodas, four candy bars, a packet of trail mix,and one bathroom break later, we’d made it. As far asI was concerned, it was just in time. After spendingsix hours in the car, my legs were in need of some(5)serious stretching. I opened the door and swung myaching legs over the side of the passenger seat, let-ting the hot, sticky air hit me like a brick wall. WhileI’m thankful for the conveniences of the modern car,sometimes even thick, humid air, heavy with pollen(10)and summer sweat, tastes a million times better thanstale air conditioning. I could feel my mood begin toimprove.“So, what do you think?”I turned to look at my husband, John, as he got(15)out of the car, his eyes sparkling as he awaited myresponse. It was our second trip to the apartment com-plex in the last three weeks, but this time, there wassomething different. Three weeks ago, we were simplyvisitors looking to sign a rental agreement, but now,(20)we were home.“I like it,” I answered, hoping the enthusiasmin my voice would match the sparkle in his eyes.Encouraged, he smiled and turned back to the car.“We’d better start unloading before it gets too(25)hot,” he said.“Too late. I’m already sweating.” I pushed mybangs off my forehead, hoping to prevent my hair fromlooking absolutely disgusting. John must have noticed,because I caught him looking at me through the rear(30)window.“Libby, we have an entire car and trailer tounpack. You might as well forget about looking glam-orous, at least for now. Besides, it’s not like we’re backin D.C. No C-Span cameras here!” He chuckled as he(35)said it, but the sparkle had left his eyes.“Yeah, yeah,” I answered, tossing my head as Ilaughed gamely. I didn’t want to lose that sense ofoptimism—not at the beginning. I stretched my legsout in front of me, hoping it’d make getting out of the(40)car a little bit easier. No such luck. My knees cracked asI stood up, and my calves were tight from the crampedquarters. I’d had no idea my legs would miss the highheels my feet had gladly given up. Suppressing a sigh,I headed towards the trunk to help John unload our life.(45)We each grabbed an armful and headed towardsour new apartment, just a few blocks away from thesquat, industrial-looking building where John wouldstart teaching. The fall semester was just a fewshort weeks away. I’d always thought that university(50)buildings were lofty, ivy-covered brick and stone—atleast that’s what I was used to. Things were certainlydifferent in the Midwest. After transferring some bagsfrom one arm to the other, I managed to get the frontdoor key out of my pocket. By the time I got the door(55)open, I thought John was going to topple right into theapartment.There’s something monumental about taking yourfirst step into a new home. For John and me, it was ourfirst home we had chosen together. Walking through(60)the door, the bags heavy on my arms, I felt like wewere starting the first pages in the next chapter of ourlives. When John had asked me to marry him and moveto Ohio, I’d had no idea what the future held for us.Now, suddenly, I knew the future had begun. And, just(65)as suddenly, I knew it could be anything we wanted itto be.“Well, this is it,” John said.“Yep. This is it.” Looking around the empty apart-ment, I realized its beige walls were simply a blank(70)canvas waiting for us to fill it. I felt a thrill of realexcitement as a slow grin spread across my face. Johnsaw it and started to relax. He leaned against the door-frame and followed me with his eyes as I traced theoutline of the room. It would work. Excited to begin,(75)I turned to John.“Well, are you ready?” I asked.“I think so. Are you?” he replied.“Sure am. Let’s go.”With that, we dropped our armfuls in the middle of(80)the living room and headed back to the car for anotherload. We were home.Q.According to the passage, John’s new workplace is all of the following EXCEPT:a)ivy-covered brick and stone.b)squat.c)industrial-looking.d)close to John and Libby’s apartment.Correct answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer? for ACT 2025 is part of ACT preparation. The Question and answers have been prepared according to the ACT exam syllabus. Information about Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassagePROSE FICTION:Moving DayTwo sodas, four candy bars, a packet of trail mix,and one bathroom break later, we’d made it. As far asI was concerned, it was just in time. After spendingsix hours in the car, my legs were in need of some(5)serious stretching. I opened the door and swung myaching legs over the side of the passenger seat, let-ting the hot, sticky air hit me like a brick wall. WhileI’m thankful for the conveniences of the modern car,sometimes even thick, humid air, heavy with pollen(10)and summer sweat, tastes a million times better thanstale air conditioning. I could feel my mood begin toimprove.“So, what do you think?”I turned to look at my husband, John, as he got(15)out of the car, his eyes sparkling as he awaited myresponse. It was our second trip to the apartment com-plex in the last three weeks, but this time, there wassomething different. Three weeks ago, we were simplyvisitors looking to sign a rental agreement, but now,(20)we were home.“I like it,” I answered, hoping the enthusiasmin my voice would match the sparkle in his eyes.Encouraged, he smiled and turned back to the car.“We’d better start unloading before it gets too(25)hot,” he said.“Too late. I’m already sweating.” I pushed mybangs off my forehead, hoping to prevent my hair fromlooking absolutely disgusting. John must have noticed,because I caught him looking at me through the rear(30)window.“Libby, we have an entire car and trailer tounpack. You might as well forget about looking glam-orous, at least for now. Besides, it’s not like we’re backin D.C. No C-Span cameras here!” He chuckled as he(35)said it, but the sparkle had left his eyes.“Yeah, yeah,” I answered, tossing my head as Ilaughed gamely. I didn’t want to lose that sense ofoptimism—not at the beginning. I stretched my legsout in front of me, hoping it’d make getting out of the(40)car a little bit easier. No such luck. My knees cracked asI stood up, and my calves were tight from the crampedquarters. I’d had no idea my legs would miss the highheels my feet had gladly given up. Suppressing a sigh,I headed towards the trunk to help John unload our life.(45)We each grabbed an armful and headed towardsour new apartment, just a few blocks away from thesquat, industrial-looking building where John wouldstart teaching. The fall semester was just a fewshort weeks away. I’d always thought that university(50)buildings were lofty, ivy-covered brick and stone—atleast that’s what I was used to. Things were certainlydifferent in the Midwest. After transferring some bagsfrom one arm to the other, I managed to get the frontdoor key out of my pocket. By the time I got the door(55)open, I thought John was going to topple right into theapartment.There’s something monumental about taking yourfirst step into a new home. For John and me, it was ourfirst home we had chosen together. Walking through(60)the door, the bags heavy on my arms, I felt like wewere starting the first pages in the next chapter of ourlives. When John had asked me to marry him and moveto Ohio, I’d had no idea what the future held for us.Now, suddenly, I knew the future had begun. And, just(65)as suddenly, I knew it could be anything we wanted itto be.“Well, this is it,” John said.“Yep. This is it.” Looking around the empty apart-ment, I realized its beige walls were simply a blank(70)canvas waiting for us to fill it. I felt a thrill of realexcitement as a slow grin spread across my face. Johnsaw it and started to relax. He leaned against the door-frame and followed me with his eyes as I traced theoutline of the room. It would work. Excited to begin,(75)I turned to John.“Well, are you ready?” I asked.“I think so. Are you?” he replied.“Sure am. Let’s go.”With that, we dropped our armfuls in the middle of(80)the living room and headed back to the car for anotherload. We were home.Q.According to the passage, John’s new workplace is all of the following EXCEPT:a)ivy-covered brick and stone.b)squat.c)industrial-looking.d)close to John and Libby’s apartment.Correct answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer? covers all topics & solutions for ACT 2025 Exam. Find important definitions, questions, meanings, examples, exercises and tests below for Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassagePROSE FICTION:Moving DayTwo sodas, four candy bars, a packet of trail mix,and one bathroom break later, we’d made it. As far asI was concerned, it was just in time. After spendingsix hours in the car, my legs were in need of some(5)serious stretching. I opened the door and swung myaching legs over the side of the passenger seat, let-ting the hot, sticky air hit me like a brick wall. WhileI’m thankful for the conveniences of the modern car,sometimes even thick, humid air, heavy with pollen(10)and summer sweat, tastes a million times better thanstale air conditioning. I could feel my mood begin toimprove.“So, what do you think?”I turned to look at my husband, John, as he got(15)out of the car, his eyes sparkling as he awaited myresponse. It was our second trip to the apartment com-plex in the last three weeks, but this time, there wassomething different. Three weeks ago, we were simplyvisitors looking to sign a rental agreement, but now,(20)we were home.“I like it,” I answered, hoping the enthusiasmin my voice would match the sparkle in his eyes.Encouraged, he smiled and turned back to the car.“We’d better start unloading before it gets too(25)hot,” he said.“Too late. I’m already sweating.” I pushed mybangs off my forehead, hoping to prevent my hair fromlooking absolutely disgusting. John must have noticed,because I caught him looking at me through the rear(30)window.“Libby, we have an entire car and trailer tounpack. You might as well forget about looking glam-orous, at least for now. Besides, it’s not like we’re backin D.C. No C-Span cameras here!” He chuckled as he(35)said it, but the sparkle had left his eyes.“Yeah, yeah,” I answered, tossing my head as Ilaughed gamely. I didn’t want to lose that sense ofoptimism—not at the beginning. I stretched my legsout in front of me, hoping it’d make getting out of the(40)car a little bit easier. No such luck. My knees cracked asI stood up, and my calves were tight from the crampedquarters. I’d had no idea my legs would miss the highheels my feet had gladly given up. Suppressing a sigh,I headed towards the trunk to help John unload our life.(45)We each grabbed an armful and headed towardsour new apartment, just a few blocks away from thesquat, industrial-looking building where John wouldstart teaching. The fall semester was just a fewshort weeks away. I’d always thought that university(50)buildings were lofty, ivy-covered brick and stone—atleast that’s what I was used to. Things were certainlydifferent in the Midwest. After transferring some bagsfrom one arm to the other, I managed to get the frontdoor key out of my pocket. By the time I got the door(55)open, I thought John was going to topple right into theapartment.There’s something monumental about taking yourfirst step into a new home. For John and me, it was ourfirst home we had chosen together. Walking through(60)the door, the bags heavy on my arms, I felt like wewere starting the first pages in the next chapter of ourlives. When John had asked me to marry him and moveto Ohio, I’d had no idea what the future held for us.Now, suddenly, I knew the future had begun. And, just(65)as suddenly, I knew it could be anything we wanted itto be.“Well, this is it,” John said.“Yep. This is it.” Looking around the empty apart-ment, I realized its beige walls were simply a blank(70)canvas waiting for us to fill it. I felt a thrill of realexcitement as a slow grin spread across my face. Johnsaw it and started to relax. He leaned against the door-frame and followed me with his eyes as I traced theoutline of the room. It would work. Excited to begin,(75)I turned to John.“Well, are you ready?” I asked.“I think so. Are you?” he replied.“Sure am. Let’s go.”With that, we dropped our armfuls in the middle of(80)the living room and headed back to the car for anotherload. We were home.Q.According to the passage, John’s new workplace is all of the following EXCEPT:a)ivy-covered brick and stone.b)squat.c)industrial-looking.d)close to John and Libby’s apartment.Correct answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer?.
Solutions for Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassagePROSE FICTION:Moving DayTwo sodas, four candy bars, a packet of trail mix,and one bathroom break later, we’d made it. As far asI was concerned, it was just in time. After spendingsix hours in the car, my legs were in need of some(5)serious stretching. I opened the door and swung myaching legs over the side of the passenger seat, let-ting the hot, sticky air hit me like a brick wall. WhileI’m thankful for the conveniences of the modern car,sometimes even thick, humid air, heavy with pollen(10)and summer sweat, tastes a million times better thanstale air conditioning. I could feel my mood begin toimprove.“So, what do you think?”I turned to look at my husband, John, as he got(15)out of the car, his eyes sparkling as he awaited myresponse. It was our second trip to the apartment com-plex in the last three weeks, but this time, there wassomething different. Three weeks ago, we were simplyvisitors looking to sign a rental agreement, but now,(20)we were home.“I like it,” I answered, hoping the enthusiasmin my voice would match the sparkle in his eyes.Encouraged, he smiled and turned back to the car.“We’d better start unloading before it gets too(25)hot,” he said.“Too late. I’m already sweating.” I pushed mybangs off my forehead, hoping to prevent my hair fromlooking absolutely disgusting. John must have noticed,because I caught him looking at me through the rear(30)window.“Libby, we have an entire car and trailer tounpack. You might as well forget about looking glam-orous, at least for now. Besides, it’s not like we’re backin D.C. No C-Span cameras here!” He chuckled as he(35)said it, but the sparkle had left his eyes.“Yeah, yeah,” I answered, tossing my head as Ilaughed gamely. I didn’t want to lose that sense ofoptimism—not at the beginning. I stretched my legsout in front of me, hoping it’d make getting out of the(40)car a little bit easier. No such luck. My knees cracked asI stood up, and my calves were tight from the crampedquarters. I’d had no idea my legs would miss the highheels my feet had gladly given up. Suppressing a sigh,I headed towards the trunk to help John unload our life.(45)We each grabbed an armful and headed towardsour new apartment, just a few blocks away from thesquat, industrial-looking building where John wouldstart teaching. The fall semester was just a fewshort weeks away. I’d always thought that university(50)buildings were lofty, ivy-covered brick and stone—atleast that’s what I was used to. Things were certainlydifferent in the Midwest. After transferring some bagsfrom one arm to the other, I managed to get the frontdoor key out of my pocket. By the time I got the door(55)open, I thought John was going to topple right into theapartment.There’s something monumental about taking yourfirst step into a new home. For John and me, it was ourfirst home we had chosen together. Walking through(60)the door, the bags heavy on my arms, I felt like wewere starting the first pages in the next chapter of ourlives. When John had asked me to marry him and moveto Ohio, I’d had no idea what the future held for us.Now, suddenly, I knew the future had begun. And, just(65)as suddenly, I knew it could be anything we wanted itto be.“Well, this is it,” John said.“Yep. This is it.” Looking around the empty apart-ment, I realized its beige walls were simply a blank(70)canvas waiting for us to fill it. I felt a thrill of realexcitement as a slow grin spread across my face. Johnsaw it and started to relax. He leaned against the door-frame and followed me with his eyes as I traced theoutline of the room. It would work. Excited to begin,(75)I turned to John.“Well, are you ready?” I asked.“I think so. Are you?” he replied.“Sure am. Let’s go.”With that, we dropped our armfuls in the middle of(80)the living room and headed back to the car for anotherload. We were home.Q.According to the passage, John’s new workplace is all of the following EXCEPT:a)ivy-covered brick and stone.b)squat.c)industrial-looking.d)close to John and Libby’s apartment.Correct answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer? in English & in Hindi are available as part of our courses for ACT.
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Here you can find the meaning of Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassagePROSE FICTION:Moving DayTwo sodas, four candy bars, a packet of trail mix,and one bathroom break later, we’d made it. As far asI was concerned, it was just in time. After spendingsix hours in the car, my legs were in need of some(5)serious stretching. I opened the door and swung myaching legs over the side of the passenger seat, let-ting the hot, sticky air hit me like a brick wall. WhileI’m thankful for the conveniences of the modern car,sometimes even thick, humid air, heavy with pollen(10)and summer sweat, tastes a million times better thanstale air conditioning. I could feel my mood begin toimprove.“So, what do you think?”I turned to look at my husband, John, as he got(15)out of the car, his eyes sparkling as he awaited myresponse. It was our second trip to the apartment com-plex in the last three weeks, but this time, there wassomething different. Three weeks ago, we were simplyvisitors looking to sign a rental agreement, but now,(20)we were home.“I like it,” I answered, hoping the enthusiasmin my voice would match the sparkle in his eyes.Encouraged, he smiled and turned back to the car.“We’d better start unloading before it gets too(25)hot,” he said.“Too late. I’m already sweating.” I pushed mybangs off my forehead, hoping to prevent my hair fromlooking absolutely disgusting. John must have noticed,because I caught him looking at me through the rear(30)window.“Libby, we have an entire car and trailer tounpack. You might as well forget about looking glam-orous, at least for now. Besides, it’s not like we’re backin D.C. No C-Span cameras here!” He chuckled as he(35)said it, but the sparkle had left his eyes.“Yeah, yeah,” I answered, tossing my head as Ilaughed gamely. I didn’t want to lose that sense ofoptimism—not at the beginning. I stretched my legsout in front of me, hoping it’d make getting out of the(40)car a little bit easier. No such luck. My knees cracked asI stood up, and my calves were tight from the crampedquarters. I’d had no idea my legs would miss the highheels my feet had gladly given up. Suppressing a sigh,I headed towards the trunk to help John unload our life.(45)We each grabbed an armful and headed towardsour new apartment, just a few blocks away from thesquat, industrial-looking building where John wouldstart teaching. The fall semester was just a fewshort weeks away. I’d always thought that university(50)buildings were lofty, ivy-covered brick and stone—atleast that’s what I was used to. Things were certainlydifferent in the Midwest. After transferring some bagsfrom one arm to the other, I managed to get the frontdoor key out of my pocket. By the time I got the door(55)open, I thought John was going to topple right into theapartment.There’s something monumental about taking yourfirst step into a new home. For John and me, it was ourfirst home we had chosen together. Walking through(60)the door, the bags heavy on my arms, I felt like wewere starting the first pages in the next chapter of ourlives. When John had asked me to marry him and moveto Ohio, I’d had no idea what the future held for us.Now, suddenly, I knew the future had begun. And, just(65)as suddenly, I knew it could be anything we wanted itto be.“Well, this is it,” John said.“Yep. This is it.” Looking around the empty apart-ment, I realized its beige walls were simply a blank(70)canvas waiting for us to fill it. I felt a thrill of realexcitement as a slow grin spread across my face. Johnsaw it and started to relax. He leaned against the door-frame and followed me with his eyes as I traced theoutline of the room. It would work. Excited to begin,(75)I turned to John.“Well, are you ready?” I asked.“I think so. Are you?” he replied.“Sure am. Let’s go.”With that, we dropped our armfuls in the middle of(80)the living room and headed back to the car for anotherload. We were home.Q.According to the passage, John’s new workplace is all of the following EXCEPT:a)ivy-covered brick and stone.b)squat.c)industrial-looking.d)close to John and Libby’s apartment.Correct answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer? defined & explained in the simplest way possible. Besides giving the explanation of
Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassagePROSE FICTION:Moving DayTwo sodas, four candy bars, a packet of trail mix,and one bathroom break later, we’d made it. As far asI was concerned, it was just in time. After spendingsix hours in the car, my legs were in need of some(5)serious stretching. I opened the door and swung myaching legs over the side of the passenger seat, let-ting the hot, sticky air hit me like a brick wall. WhileI’m thankful for the conveniences of the modern car,sometimes even thick, humid air, heavy with pollen(10)and summer sweat, tastes a million times better thanstale air conditioning. I could feel my mood begin toimprove.“So, what do you think?”I turned to look at my husband, John, as he got(15)out of the car, his eyes sparkling as he awaited myresponse. It was our second trip to the apartment com-plex in the last three weeks, but this time, there wassomething different. Three weeks ago, we were simplyvisitors looking to sign a rental agreement, but now,(20)we were home.“I like it,” I answered, hoping the enthusiasmin my voice would match the sparkle in his eyes.Encouraged, he smiled and turned back to the car.“We’d better start unloading before it gets too(25)hot,” he said.“Too late. I’m already sweating.” I pushed mybangs off my forehead, hoping to prevent my hair fromlooking absolutely disgusting. John must have noticed,because I caught him looking at me through the rear(30)window.“Libby, we have an entire car and trailer tounpack. You might as well forget about looking glam-orous, at least for now. Besides, it’s not like we’re backin D.C. No C-Span cameras here!” He chuckled as he(35)said it, but the sparkle had left his eyes.“Yeah, yeah,” I answered, tossing my head as Ilaughed gamely. I didn’t want to lose that sense ofoptimism—not at the beginning. I stretched my legsout in front of me, hoping it’d make getting out of the(40)car a little bit easier. No such luck. My knees cracked asI stood up, and my calves were tight from the crampedquarters. I’d had no idea my legs would miss the highheels my feet had gladly given up. Suppressing a sigh,I headed towards the trunk to help John unload our life.(45)We each grabbed an armful and headed towardsour new apartment, just a few blocks away from thesquat, industrial-looking building where John wouldstart teaching. The fall semester was just a fewshort weeks away. I’d always thought that university(50)buildings were lofty, ivy-covered brick and stone—atleast that’s what I was used to. Things were certainlydifferent in the Midwest. After transferring some bagsfrom one arm to the other, I managed to get the frontdoor key out of my pocket. By the time I got the door(55)open, I thought John was going to topple right into theapartment.There’s something monumental about taking yourfirst step into a new home. For John and me, it was ourfirst home we had chosen together. Walking through(60)the door, the bags heavy on my arms, I felt like wewere starting the first pages in the next chapter of ourlives. When John had asked me to marry him and moveto Ohio, I’d had no idea what the future held for us.Now, suddenly, I knew the future had begun. And, just(65)as suddenly, I knew it could be anything we wanted itto be.“Well, this is it,” John said.“Yep. This is it.” Looking around the empty apart-ment, I realized its beige walls were simply a blank(70)canvas waiting for us to fill it. I felt a thrill of realexcitement as a slow grin spread across my face. Johnsaw it and started to relax. He leaned against the door-frame and followed me with his eyes as I traced theoutline of the room. It would work. Excited to begin,(75)I turned to John.“Well, are you ready?” I asked.“I think so. Are you?” he replied.“Sure am. Let’s go.”With that, we dropped our armfuls in the middle of(80)the living room and headed back to the car for anotherload. We were home.Q.According to the passage, John’s new workplace is all of the following EXCEPT:a)ivy-covered brick and stone.b)squat.c)industrial-looking.d)close to John and Libby’s apartment.Correct answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer?, a detailed solution for Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassagePROSE FICTION:Moving DayTwo sodas, four candy bars, a packet of trail mix,and one bathroom break later, we’d made it. As far asI was concerned, it was just in time. After spendingsix hours in the car, my legs were in need of some(5)serious stretching. I opened the door and swung myaching legs over the side of the passenger seat, let-ting the hot, sticky air hit me like a brick wall. WhileI’m thankful for the conveniences of the modern car,sometimes even thick, humid air, heavy with pollen(10)and summer sweat, tastes a million times better thanstale air conditioning. I could feel my mood begin toimprove.“So, what do you think?”I turned to look at my husband, John, as he got(15)out of the car, his eyes sparkling as he awaited myresponse. It was our second trip to the apartment com-plex in the last three weeks, but this time, there wassomething different. Three weeks ago, we were simplyvisitors looking to sign a rental agreement, but now,(20)we were home.“I like it,” I answered, hoping the enthusiasmin my voice would match the sparkle in his eyes.Encouraged, he smiled and turned back to the car.“We’d better start unloading before it gets too(25)hot,” he said.“Too late. I’m already sweating.” I pushed mybangs off my forehead, hoping to prevent my hair fromlooking absolutely disgusting. John must have noticed,because I caught him looking at me through the rear(30)window.“Libby, we have an entire car and trailer tounpack. You might as well forget about looking glam-orous, at least for now. Besides, it’s not like we’re backin D.C. No C-Span cameras here!” He chuckled as he(35)said it, but the sparkle had left his eyes.“Yeah, yeah,” I answered, tossing my head as Ilaughed gamely. I didn’t want to lose that sense ofoptimism—not at the beginning. I stretched my legsout in front of me, hoping it’d make getting out of the(40)car a little bit easier. No such luck. My knees cracked asI stood up, and my calves were tight from the crampedquarters. I’d had no idea my legs would miss the highheels my feet had gladly given up. Suppressing a sigh,I headed towards the trunk to help John unload our life.(45)We each grabbed an armful and headed towardsour new apartment, just a few blocks away from thesquat, industrial-looking building where John wouldstart teaching. The fall semester was just a fewshort weeks away. I’d always thought that university(50)buildings were lofty, ivy-covered brick and stone—atleast that’s what I was used to. Things were certainlydifferent in the Midwest. After transferring some bagsfrom one arm to the other, I managed to get the frontdoor key out of my pocket. By the time I got the door(55)open, I thought John was going to topple right into theapartment.There’s something monumental about taking yourfirst step into a new home. For John and me, it was ourfirst home we had chosen together. Walking through(60)the door, the bags heavy on my arms, I felt like wewere starting the first pages in the next chapter of ourlives. When John had asked me to marry him and moveto Ohio, I’d had no idea what the future held for us.Now, suddenly, I knew the future had begun. And, just(65)as suddenly, I knew it could be anything we wanted itto be.“Well, this is it,” John said.“Yep. This is it.” Looking around the empty apart-ment, I realized its beige walls were simply a blank(70)canvas waiting for us to fill it. I felt a thrill of realexcitement as a slow grin spread across my face. Johnsaw it and started to relax. He leaned against the door-frame and followed me with his eyes as I traced theoutline of the room. It would work. Excited to begin,(75)I turned to John.“Well, are you ready?” I asked.“I think so. Are you?” he replied.“Sure am. Let’s go.”With that, we dropped our armfuls in the middle of(80)the living room and headed back to the car for anotherload. We were home.Q.According to the passage, John’s new workplace is all of the following EXCEPT:a)ivy-covered brick and stone.b)squat.c)industrial-looking.d)close to John and Libby’s apartment.Correct answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer? has been provided alongside types of Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassagePROSE FICTION:Moving DayTwo sodas, four candy bars, a packet of trail mix,and one bathroom break later, we’d made it. As far asI was concerned, it was just in time. After spendingsix hours in the car, my legs were in need of some(5)serious stretching. I opened the door and swung myaching legs over the side of the passenger seat, let-ting the hot, sticky air hit me like a brick wall. WhileI’m thankful for the conveniences of the modern car,sometimes even thick, humid air, heavy with pollen(10)and summer sweat, tastes a million times better thanstale air conditioning. I could feel my mood begin toimprove.“So, what do you think?”I turned to look at my husband, John, as he got(15)out of the car, his eyes sparkling as he awaited myresponse. It was our second trip to the apartment com-plex in the last three weeks, but this time, there wassomething different. Three weeks ago, we were simplyvisitors looking to sign a rental agreement, but now,(20)we were home.“I like it,” I answered, hoping the enthusiasmin my voice would match the sparkle in his eyes.Encouraged, he smiled and turned back to the car.“We’d better start unloading before it gets too(25)hot,” he said.“Too late. I’m already sweating.” I pushed mybangs off my forehead, hoping to prevent my hair fromlooking absolutely disgusting. John must have noticed,because I caught him looking at me through the rear(30)window.“Libby, we have an entire car and trailer tounpack. You might as well forget about looking glam-orous, at least for now. Besides, it’s not like we’re backin D.C. No C-Span cameras here!” He chuckled as he(35)said it, but the sparkle had left his eyes.“Yeah, yeah,” I answered, tossing my head as Ilaughed gamely. I didn’t want to lose that sense ofoptimism—not at the beginning. I stretched my legsout in front of me, hoping it’d make getting out of the(40)car a little bit easier. No such luck. My knees cracked asI stood up, and my calves were tight from the crampedquarters. I’d had no idea my legs would miss the highheels my feet had gladly given up. Suppressing a sigh,I headed towards the trunk to help John unload our life.(45)We each grabbed an armful and headed towardsour new apartment, just a few blocks away from thesquat, industrial-looking building where John wouldstart teaching. The fall semester was just a fewshort weeks away. I’d always thought that university(50)buildings were lofty, ivy-covered brick and stone—atleast that’s what I was used to. Things were certainlydifferent in the Midwest. After transferring some bagsfrom one arm to the other, I managed to get the frontdoor key out of my pocket. By the time I got the door(55)open, I thought John was going to topple right into theapartment.There’s something monumental about taking yourfirst step into a new home. For John and me, it was ourfirst home we had chosen together. Walking through(60)the door, the bags heavy on my arms, I felt like wewere starting the first pages in the next chapter of ourlives. When John had asked me to marry him and moveto Ohio, I’d had no idea what the future held for us.Now, suddenly, I knew the future had begun. And, just(65)as suddenly, I knew it could be anything we wanted itto be.“Well, this is it,” John said.“Yep. This is it.” Looking around the empty apart-ment, I realized its beige walls were simply a blank(70)canvas waiting for us to fill it. I felt a thrill of realexcitement as a slow grin spread across my face. Johnsaw it and started to relax. He leaned against the door-frame and followed me with his eyes as I traced theoutline of the room. It would work. Excited to begin,(75)I turned to John.“Well, are you ready?” I asked.“I think so. Are you?” he replied.“Sure am. Let’s go.”With that, we dropped our armfuls in the middle of(80)the living room and headed back to the car for anotherload. We were home.Q.According to the passage, John’s new workplace is all of the following EXCEPT:a)ivy-covered brick and stone.b)squat.c)industrial-looking.d)close to John and Libby’s apartment.Correct answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer? theory, EduRev gives you an
ample number of questions to practice Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassagePROSE FICTION:Moving DayTwo sodas, four candy bars, a packet of trail mix,and one bathroom break later, we’d made it. As far asI was concerned, it was just in time. After spendingsix hours in the car, my legs were in need of some(5)serious stretching. I opened the door and swung myaching legs over the side of the passenger seat, let-ting the hot, sticky air hit me like a brick wall. WhileI’m thankful for the conveniences of the modern car,sometimes even thick, humid air, heavy with pollen(10)and summer sweat, tastes a million times better thanstale air conditioning. I could feel my mood begin toimprove.“So, what do you think?”I turned to look at my husband, John, as he got(15)out of the car, his eyes sparkling as he awaited myresponse. It was our second trip to the apartment com-plex in the last three weeks, but this time, there wassomething different. Three weeks ago, we were simplyvisitors looking to sign a rental agreement, but now,(20)we were home.“I like it,” I answered, hoping the enthusiasmin my voice would match the sparkle in his eyes.Encouraged, he smiled and turned back to the car.“We’d better start unloading before it gets too(25)hot,” he said.“Too late. I’m already sweating.” I pushed mybangs off my forehead, hoping to prevent my hair fromlooking absolutely disgusting. John must have noticed,because I caught him looking at me through the rear(30)window.“Libby, we have an entire car and trailer tounpack. You might as well forget about looking glam-orous, at least for now. Besides, it’s not like we’re backin D.C. No C-Span cameras here!” He chuckled as he(35)said it, but the sparkle had left his eyes.“Yeah, yeah,” I answered, tossing my head as Ilaughed gamely. I didn’t want to lose that sense ofoptimism—not at the beginning. I stretched my legsout in front of me, hoping it’d make getting out of the(40)car a little bit easier. No such luck. My knees cracked asI stood up, and my calves were tight from the crampedquarters. I’d had no idea my legs would miss the highheels my feet had gladly given up. Suppressing a sigh,I headed towards the trunk to help John unload our life.(45)We each grabbed an armful and headed towardsour new apartment, just a few blocks away from thesquat, industrial-looking building where John wouldstart teaching. The fall semester was just a fewshort weeks away. I’d always thought that university(50)buildings were lofty, ivy-covered brick and stone—atleast that’s what I was used to. Things were certainlydifferent in the Midwest. After transferring some bagsfrom one arm to the other, I managed to get the frontdoor key out of my pocket. By the time I got the door(55)open, I thought John was going to topple right into theapartment.There’s something monumental about taking yourfirst step into a new home. For John and me, it was ourfirst home we had chosen together. Walking through(60)the door, the bags heavy on my arms, I felt like wewere starting the first pages in the next chapter of ourlives. When John had asked me to marry him and moveto Ohio, I’d had no idea what the future held for us.Now, suddenly, I knew the future had begun. And, just(65)as suddenly, I knew it could be anything we wanted itto be.“Well, this is it,” John said.“Yep. This is it.” Looking around the empty apart-ment, I realized its beige walls were simply a blank(70)canvas waiting for us to fill it. I felt a thrill of realexcitement as a slow grin spread across my face. Johnsaw it and started to relax. He leaned against the door-frame and followed me with his eyes as I traced theoutline of the room. It would work. Excited to begin,(75)I turned to John.“Well, are you ready?” I asked.“I think so. Are you?” he replied.“Sure am. Let’s go.”With that, we dropped our armfuls in the middle of(80)the living room and headed back to the car for anotherload. We were home.Q.According to the passage, John’s new workplace is all of the following EXCEPT:a)ivy-covered brick and stone.b)squat.c)industrial-looking.d)close to John and Libby’s apartment.Correct answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer? tests, examples and also practice ACT tests.
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