"Read the following passage carefully.
“Mum!” I shouted. “Are you okay?” I saw her little tent shuddering in the gale and listened closely for her response. Her voice was almost casual: “Oh, yes, I’m ne.” That’s my mother. It was the first night of our cycling trip through the interior of Iceland − a region so remote and inhospitable that for centuries, according to legend, it was abandoned. The weather was decidedly hurricane-like, but Mum wasn’t concerned. Months ago, I told her about my plan to pedal across Iceland. “It will be really dicult,” I said. “The roads are unpaved and often washed out, and the wind is blowing constantly − sometimes so hard that it pushes you off the road.” There was silence for a moment. Then she asked, “Can I come?” “Sure,” I replied. “But like the rest of us, you have to train to do two 160 kilometres a day back-to-back,” “Wow,” she said, “I could never do that,” I had more faith in my mother’s physical abilities than she did. I’d seen her raise six children and put in long hours doing physical labour on our small farm. “Sure you can,” I told her, “Start tomorrow.” What really concerned me was what I perceived to be her frustrating humility: I thought her too self − deprecating about her intellect just because she had not completed college. I felt she underestimated her attractiveness just because she was not the type to wear make-up or fancy clothes. As I had grown into adulthood, the life I’d chosen seemed light-years away from Mum’s quiet existence, still caring for her children and her children’s children. Sometimes, on a visit home, I’d describe some recent trip I’d taken, and her blue eyes would shine with interest. So I couldn’t help thinking this trek might revitalize Mum, who had started to slow down in her 50s. It might spice up what I saw as her humdrum life. And it might be a boost to her tentative and retiring persona. Mum trained furiously, months in advance. As the trip roster was pared down to Mum, my good friend Allen and me, she stood as the most dedicated. Soon she was riding 80-100 kilometers per day, and was as strong a rider as Allen or I.
1.1 Based on your reading of the passage, complete the following sentences.
(a) The narrator describes the roads across Iceland as ………… .
(b) The narrator had faith in his mother’s physical abilities as ……….. .
(c) The training to take the adventure trip on cycle included …………… .
(d) In his adulthood the narrator realized that his life was…………. .
(e) Descriptions of his trips always ……………
(f) The narrator was sure that the trip would ………..
(g) The narrator and his friend were sure about Mum’s preparation when …………
1.2 Find words from the passage that mean the same as the following.
(a) noticed/became aware of
(b) to give new life
(c) hesitance/not certain"
Answers
(a)unpaved and often washed out
(b)raise six children and put in long hours doing physical labour on our small farm.
(c)
(d)light-years away from Mum’s quiet existence
(e) made his mother's blue eyes shine with interest
(f) revitalise his mother
(g)she was riding 80-100 kilometers per day
1.2
(a)
(b) revitalise
(c)
hope this helps I don't know the answer for 3 questions sorry but I did what I knew
Explanation:
Read the following passage carefully.
“Mum!” I shouted. “Are you okay?” I saw her little tent shuddering in the gale and listened closely for her response. Her voice was almost casual: “Oh, yes, I’m ne.” That’s my mother. It was the first night of our cycling trip through the interior of Iceland − a region so remote and inhospitable that for centuries, according to legend, it was abandoned. The weather was decidedly hurricane-like, but Mum wasn’t concerned. Months ago, I told her about my plan to pedal across Iceland. “It will be really dicult,” I said. “The roads are unpaved and often washed out, and the wind is blowing constantly − sometimes so hard that it pushes you off the road.” There was silence for a moment. Then she asked, “Can I come?” “Sure,” I replied. “But like the rest of us, you have to train to do two 160 kilometres a day back-to-back,” “Wow,” she said, “I could never do that,” I had more faith in my mother’s physical abilities than she did. I’d seen her raise six children and put in long hours doing physical labour on our small farm. “Sure you can,” I told her, “Start tomorrow.” What really concerned me was what I perceived to be her frustrating humility: I thought her too self − deprecating about her intellect just because she had not completed college. I felt she underestimated her attractiveness just because she was not the type to wear make-up or fancy clothes. As I had grown into adulthood, the life I’d chosen seemed light-years away from Mum’s quiet existence, still caring for her children and her children’s children. Sometimes, on a visit home, I’d describe some recent trip I’d taken, and her blue eyes would shine with interest. So I couldn’t help thinking this trek might revitalize Mum, who had started to slow down in her 50s. It might spice up what I saw as her humdrum life. And it might be a boost to her tentative and retiring persona. Mum trained furiously, months in advance. As the trip roster was pared down to Mum, my good friend Allen and me, she stood as the most dedicated. Soon she was riding 80-100 kilometers per day, and was as strong a rider as Allen or I.
1.1 Based on your reading of the passage, complete the following sentences.
(a) The narrator describes the roads across Iceland as ………… .
(b) The narrator had faith in his mother’s physical abilities as ……….. .
(c) The training to take the adventure trip on cycle included …………… .
(d) In his adulthood the narrator realized that his life was…………. .
(e) Descriptions of his trips always ……………
(f) The narrator was sure that the trip would ………..
(g) The narrator and his friend were sure about Mum’s preparation when …………
1.2 Find words from the passage that mean the same as the following.
(a) noticed/became aware of
(b) to give new life
(c) hesitance/not certain"