コースの簡単な紹介

ほとんどのユーザーにとって、関連する資格試験へのアクセスが最初であるかもしれないので、資格試験に関連するコース内容の多くは複雑で難解です。 これらの無知な初心者によれば、PSAT-Reading試験問題は読みやすく、対応する例と同時に説明する一連の基本コースを設定し、Preliminary Scholastic Aptitude Test - Reading試験問題でユーザーが見つけることができるようにしました 実生活と学んだ知識の実際の利用に対応し、ユーザーと記憶の理解を深めました。 シンプルなテキストメッセージは、カラフルなストーリーや写真の美しさを上げるに値する、PSAT-Readingテストガイドを初心者のためのゼロの基準に合うようにし、リラックスした幸せな雰囲気の中でより役立つ知識を習得します。 団結の状態を達成するために。

真のシミュレーション環境

多くのユーザーが最初に試験に参加しているので、上記の試験と試験時間の分布は確かな経験を欠いており、したがって試験場所で混乱しがちであるため、つかむ時間は結局試験を完全に終わらせなかった。 この現象の発生を避けるために、Preliminary Scholastic Aptitude Test - Reading試験問題は各試験シミュレーションテスト環境に対応する製品を持ち、ユーザーはプラットフォーム上の自分のアカウントにログオンし、同時に試験シミュレーションに参加したいものを選択します。PSAT-Reading試験問題は自動的にユーザーが実際のテスト環境のシミュレーションテストシステムと同じように提示され、ソフトウェア内蔵のタイマー機能は体系的な達成するために、ユーザーが時間をかけてより良い制御を助けることができます。PSAT-Readingテストガイドを使って問題を横から解決するためにユーザーのスピードを向上させるためにも。

私たちのPreliminary Scholastic Aptitude Test - Reading研究問題は質が高いです。 それでテストの準備をするためのすべての効果的で中心的な習慣があります。 私たちの職業的能力により、PSAT-Reading試験問題を編集するのに必要なテストポイントに同意することができます。 それはあなたの難しさを解決するための試験の中心を指しています。 最も重要なメッセージに対するPSAT-Readingテストガイドの質問と回答の最小数で、すべてのユーザーが簡単に効率的な学習を行えるようにし、余分な負担を増やさずに、最後にPSAT-Reading試験問題にユーザーがすぐに試験合格できるようにします。

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簡潔な内容

分析後のすべての種類の試験の暦年に基づくエキスパートによるPSAT-Reading試験問題、それは開発動向に焦点を当てた試験論文に適合し、そしてあなたが直面するあらゆる種類の困難を要約し、ユーザーレビューを強調する 知識の内容を習得する必要があります。 そして他の教育プラットフォームとは異なり、Preliminary Scholastic Aptitude Test - Reading試験問題は暦年試験問題の主な内容が長い時間の形式でユーザーの前に表示されていないが、できるだけ簡潔で目立つテキストで概説されていますPSAT-Readingテストガイドは、今年の予測トレンドの命題を正確かつ正確に表現しており、トピックデザインのシミュレーションを通して細心の注意を払っています。

PSAT Preliminary Scholastic Aptitude Test - Reading 認定 PSAT-Reading 試験問題:

1. F. Scott Fitzgerald was a prominent American writer of the twentieth century. This passage comes from
one of his short stories and tells the story of a young John Unger leaving home for boarding school. John
T. Unger came from a family that had been well known in Hades a small town on the Mississippi River for
several generations. John's father had held the amateur golf championship through many a heated
contest; Mrs. Unger was known "from hot-box to hot-bed," as the local phrase went, for her political
addresses; and young John T. Unger, who had just turned sixteen, had danced all the latest dances from
New York before he put on long trousers. And now, for a certain time, he was to be away from home
That respect for a New England education which is the bane of all provincial places, which drains them
yearly of their most promising young men, had seized upon his parents. Nothing would suit them but that
he should go to St. Midas's School near Boston-Hades was too small to hold their darling and gifted son.
Now in Hades-as you know if you ever have been there the names of the more fashionable preparatory
schools and colleges mean very little. The inhabitants have been so long out of the world that, though
they make a show of keeping up-to-date in dress and manners and literature, they depend to a great
extent on hearsay, and a function that in Hades would be considered elaborate would doubtless be hailed
by a Chicago beef-princess as "perhaps a little tacky."
John T. Unger was on the eve of departure. Mrs. Unger, with maternal fatuity, packed his trunks full of
linen suits and electric fans, and Mr. Unger presented his son with an asbestos pocket-book stuffed with
money. "Remember, you are always welcome here," he said. "You can be sure, boy, that we'll keep the
home fires burning." "I know," answered John huskily.
"Don't forget who you are and where you come from," continued his father proudly, "and you can do
nothing to harm you. You are an Unger-from Hades."
So the old man and the young shook hands, and John walked away with tears streaming from his eyes.
Ten minutes later he had passed outside the city limits and he stopped to glance back for the last time.
Over the gates the old-fashioned Victorian motto seemed strangely attractive to him. His father had tried
time and time again to have it changed to something with a little more push and verve about it, such as
"Hades-Your Opportunity," or else a plain "Welcome" sign set over a hearty handshake pricked out in
electric lights. The old motto was a little depressing, Mr. Unger had thought-but now.
So John took his look and then set his face resolutely toward his destination. And, as he turned away, the
lights of Hades against the sky seemed full of a warm and passionate beauty.
The tone of sentence "their darling and gifted son" can best be described as

A) compassionate.
B) sincere.
C) sardonic.
D) understated.
E) dismayed.

2. But the Dust-Bin was going down then, and your father took but little, excepting from a liquid point of view.
Your mother's object in those visits was of a house-keeping character, and you was set on to whistle your
father out. Sometimes he came out, but generally not. Come or not come, however, all that part of his
existence which was unconnected with open Waitering was kept a close secret, and was acknowledged
by your mother to be a close secret, and you and your mother flitted about the court, close secrets both of
you, and would scarcely have confessed under torture that you know your father, or that your father had
any name than Dick (which wasn't his name, though he was never known by any other), or that he had
kith or kin or chick or child.
Perhaps the attraction of this mystery, combined with your father's having a damp compartment, to
himself, behind a leaky cistern, at the Dust Bin, a sort of a cellar compartment, with a sink in it, and a smell,
and a plate-rack, and a bottle-rack, and three windows that didn't match each other or anything else, and
no daylight, caused your young mind to feel convinced that you must grow up to be a Waiter too; but you
did feel convinced of it, and so did all your brothers, down to your sister. Every one of you felt convinced
that you was born to the Waitering.
At this stage of your career, what was your feelings one day when your father came home to your mother
in open broad daylight, of itself an act of Madness on the part of a Waiter, and took to his bed (leastwise,
your mother and family's bed), with the statement that his eyes were devilled kidneys. Physicians being in
vain, your father expired, after repeating at intervals for a day and a night, when gleams of reason and old
business fitfully illuminated his being, "Two and two is five. And three is sixpence." Interred in the
parochial department of the neighbouring churchyard, and accompanied to the grave by as many Waiters
of long standing as could spare the morning time from their soiled glasses (namely, one), your bereaved
form was attired in a white neckankecher [sic], and you was took on from motives of benevolence at The
George and Gridiron, theatrical and supper. Here, supporting nature on what you found in the
plates(which was as it happened, and but too often thoughtlessly, immersed in mustard), and on what you
found in the glasses (which rarely went beyond driblets and lemon), by night you dropped asleep standing,
till you was cuffed awake, and by day was set to polishing every individual article in the coffee-room. Your
couch being sawdust; your counterpane being ashes of cigars. Here, frequently hiding a heavy heart
under the smart tie of your white neck ankecher (or correctly speaking lower down and more to the left),
you picked up the rudiments of knowledge from an extra, by the name of Bishops, and by calling
plate-washer, and gradually elevating your mind with chalk on the back of the corner-box partition, until
such time as you used the inkstand when it was out of hand, attained to manhood, and to be the Waiter
that you find yourself.
I could wish here to offer a few respectful words on behalf of the calling so long the calling of myself and
family, and the public interest in which is but too often very limited. We are not generally understood. No,
we are not. Allowance enough is not made for us. For, say that we ever show a little drooping listlessness
of spirits, or what might be termed indifference or apathy. Put it to yourself what would your own state of
mind be, if you was one of an enormous family every member of which except you was always greedy,
and in a hurry. Put it to yourself that you was regularly replete with animal food at the slack hours of one in
the day and again at nine p.m., and that the repleter [sic] you was, the more voracious all your
fellow-creatures came in. Put it to yourself that it was your business, when your digestion was well on, to
take a personal interest and sympathy in a hundred gentlemen fresh and fresh (say, for the sake of
argument, only a hundred), whose imaginations was given up to grease and fat and gravy and melted
butter, and abandoned to questioning you about cuts of this, and dishes of that, each of 'em going on as if
him and you and the bill of fare was alone in the world.
Why does the language "Two and two is five. And three is sixpence" 3rd paragraph illuminate rather than
confuse the character of the father on his deathbed?

A) It was his practice the whole of his daily vocation.
B) It indicates that he wanted his wife and son to be sure to get the money from the compartment.
C) It was the amount being communicated that should be paid for his burial.
D) It is reasonable that a father would be concerned about his family's finances following his death.
E) It is normal for a dying person to speak of money or fortune upon their deathbed.

3. F. Scott Fitzgerald was a prominent American writer of the twentieth century. This passage comes from
one of his short stories and tells the story of a young John Unger leaving home for boarding school. John
T. Unger came from a family that had been well known in Hades a small town on the Mississippi River for
several generations. John's father had held the amateur golf championship through many a heated
contest; Mrs. Unger was known "from hot-box to hot-bed," as the local phrase went, for her political
addresses; and young John T. Unger, who had just turned sixteen, had danced all the latest dances from
New York before he put on long trousers. And now, for a certain time, he was to be away from home That
respect for a New England education which is the bane of all provincial places, which drains them yearly
of their most promising young men, had seized upon his parents.
Nothing would suit them but that he should go to St. Midas's School near Boston-Hades was too small to
hold their darling and gifted son. Now in Hades-as you know if you ever have been there the names of the
more fashionable preparatory schools and colleges mean very little. The inhabitants have been so long
out of the world that, though they make a show of keeping up-to-date in dress and manners and literature,
they depend to a great extent on hearsay, and a function that in Hades would be considered elaborate
would doubtless be hailed by a Chicago beef-princess as "perhaps a little tacky."
John T. Unger was on the eve of departure. Mrs. Unger, with maternal fatuity, packed his trunks full of
linen suits and electric fans, and Mr. Unger presented his son with an asbestos pocket-book stuffed with
money.
"Remember, you are always welcome here," he said. "You can be sure, boy, that we'll keep the home
fires burning." "I know," answered John huskily.
"Don't forget who you are and where you come from," continued his father proudly, "and you can do
nothing to harm you. You are an Unger-from Hades."
So the old man and the young shook hands, and John walked away with tears streaming from his eyes.
Ten minutes later he had passed outside the city limits and he stopped to glance back for the last time.
Over the gates the old-fashioned Victorian motto seemed strangely attractive to him. His father had tried
time and time again to have it changed to something with a little more push and verve about it, such as
"Hades-Your Opportunity," or else a plain "Welcome" sign set over a hearty handshake pricked out in
electric lights. The old motto was a little depressing, Mr. Unger had thought-but now.
So John took his look and then set his face resolutely toward his destination. And, as he turned away, the
lights of Hades against the sky seemed full of a warm and passionate beauty.
The "Chicago beef-princess" can best be described as representing the Chicago upper class by way of
which literary device?

A) Metaphor
B) Neologism
C) Apostrophe
D) Anachronism
E) Simile

4. Also the Emperor became more and more excited with curiosity, and with great suspense one awaited the
hour, when according to mask-law, each masked guest must make himself known. This moment came,
but although all other unmasked; the secret knight still refused to allow his features to be seen, till at last
the Queen driven by curiosity, and vexed at the obstinate refusal; commanded him to open his Vizier. He
opened it, and none of the high ladies and knights knew him. But from the crowded spectators, two
officials advanced, who recognized the black dancer, and horror and terror spread in the saloon, as they
said who the supposed knight was. It was the executioner of Bergen. But glowing with rage, the King
commanded to seize the criminal and lead him to death, who had ventured to dance, with the queen; so
disgraced the Empress, and insulted the crown. The culpable threw himself at the Emperor, and said:
"Indeed I have heavily sinned against all noble guests assembled here, but most heavily against you my
sovereign and my queen. The Queen is insulted by my haughtiness equal to treason, but no punishment
even blood, will not be able to wash out the disgrace, which you have suffered by me. Therefore oh King!
allow me to propose a remedy, to efface the shame, and to render it as if not done. Draw your sword and
knight me, then I will throw down my gauntlet, to everyone who dares to speak disrespectfully of my king."
In context, the word "culpable" end of 1st paragraph is best represented by

A) criminal.
B) scoundrel.
C) offender.
D) imposter.
E) faker.

5. Given the research available today on how students learn differently, teachers need to have an ______
bag of tricks to successfully engage them all.

A) enormous
B) impromptu
C) eclectic
D) available
E) expansive

質問と回答：

質問 # 1 正解： C

質問 # 2 正解： A

質問 # 3 正解： A

質問 # 4 正解： A

質問 # 5 正解： C