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Section 4<br />

Practice Test Three<br />

Questions 10-15 are based on <strong>the</strong> following passage.<br />

The passage below is based upon an introduction to<br />

<strong>the</strong> memoirs of <strong>the</strong> grandson of Great Depression-era<br />

immigrants.<br />

So often in America, we tend to take <strong>for</strong> granted<br />

<strong>the</strong> freedoms and liberties that we enjoy; it is<br />

only by revisiting our past and discovering <strong>the</strong><br />

Line places that we are from that we are able to attain<br />

(5) an awareness of our good <strong>for</strong>tune. I grew up in a<br />

middle-class neighborhood just outside Hart<strong>for</strong>d,<br />

Connecticut, a mere two hours' journey to Ellis<br />

Island, where only 40 years earlier my grandparents<br />

had concluded <strong>the</strong>ir trans-Atlantic journey.<br />

(1 O) Yet <strong>the</strong> sacrifices that such an endeavor necessitated<br />

were lost upon me. As a young man, I had<br />

nei<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> time to spend nor any interest in delving<br />

into my family's recent-and what was sure to<br />

be a very boring-history. The first college-bound<br />

(15) member of my family, I was far too arrogant and<br />

conceited to allow that my grandparents had<br />

accomplished anything truly impressive. Had it<br />

not been <strong>for</strong> a chance discovery, I never would<br />

have realized how sorely mistaken I was.<br />

(20) One day during <strong>the</strong> summer be<strong>for</strong>e I was to<br />

leave <strong>for</strong> college, I was home alone, rummaging<br />

through my fa<strong>the</strong>r's old trunk. As I pawed<br />

through <strong>the</strong> old books and pamphlets and clo<strong>the</strong>s,<br />

I uncovered an old, tattered photograph. It was of<br />

(25) a young, handsome man sitting on <strong>the</strong> boardwalk<br />

at what appeared to be Coney Island. Though<br />

<strong>the</strong> passage of time had aged <strong>the</strong> face, I instantly<br />

recognized <strong>the</strong> figure in <strong>the</strong> picture as my grandfa<strong>the</strong>r.<br />

After taking a moment to scan <strong>the</strong> old<br />

(30) black-and-white, I placed it back in <strong>the</strong> trunk, and<br />

would not have given it anymore thought except<br />

<strong>the</strong> doorbell rang, and I heard <strong>the</strong> voice of <strong>the</strong> old<br />

man himself. He had stopped by to say hello on<br />

his way home from <strong>the</strong> bakery. Such a <strong>for</strong>tuitous<br />

(35) appearance, I thought, and with <strong>the</strong> photograph<br />

in hand, I went to greet him and show him my<br />

find.<br />

My grandfa<strong>the</strong>r took <strong>the</strong> photo and looked it<br />

over <strong>for</strong> a long time, his mind's eye wandering to<br />

( 40) some far-off place. He was normally quite garrulous,<br />

so to see him silenced <strong>for</strong> so long caught<br />

me a bit off guard. After what seemed like an age,<br />

and a little lost <strong>for</strong> words, I asked him when <strong>the</strong><br />

photograph was taken. I was certainly not prepared<br />

( 45) <strong>for</strong> <strong>the</strong> answer I received. He sat me down and<br />

launched into <strong>the</strong> story of <strong>the</strong> journey that had<br />

brought him and his young wife to America.<br />

From fleeing death and persecution in <strong>the</strong><br />

pogroms of Russia, to changing his last name to<br />

(50) secure safe passage across Eastern Europe, to <strong>the</strong><br />

voyage across <strong>the</strong> Atlantic, to his arrival in New<br />

York City, he laid down <strong>the</strong> most mesmerizing<br />

story I had ever heard. The hardships that he, my<br />

grandmo<strong>the</strong>r, and untold numbers of immigrants<br />

(55) like <strong>the</strong>m had overcome had been unknown, and<br />

more significantly, unimportant to me, until that<br />

very instant. In <strong>the</strong> span of two hours, my grandfa<strong>the</strong>r<br />

had endowed me with a new knowledge,<br />

one that would <strong>for</strong>ever alter my perspective on <strong>the</strong><br />

( 60) privileges and opportunities that his actions had<br />

af<strong>for</strong>ded me.<br />

10. The primary purpose of <strong>the</strong> passage is to show how<br />

<strong>the</strong> author<br />

(A) developed an arrogant attitude toward <strong>the</strong><br />

rest of his family<br />

(B) came to view <strong>the</strong> sacrifices of immigrants as<br />

mundane and mediocre<br />

(C) discovered a new outlook on his prospects<br />

through a chance conversation with his<br />

grandfa<strong>the</strong>r<br />

(D) learned to appreciate his grandfa<strong>the</strong>r at last<br />

(E) overcame his shame about being <strong>the</strong> only<br />

educated individual in his family<br />

11. In line 10, "endeavor" most nearly means<br />

(A) pursuit<br />

(B) ef<strong>for</strong>t<br />

(C) ship<br />

(D) goal<br />

(E) drudgery<br />

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