PSAT Practice

StudyBlue printing of PSAT Practice html, body, div, span, applet, object, iframe, h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6, p, blockquote, pre, a, abbr, acronym, address, big, cite, code, del, dfn, em, font, img, ins, kbd, q, s, samp, small, strike, strong, sub, sup, tt, var, b, u, i, center, fieldset, form, label, legend, table, caption, tbody, tfoot, thead, tr, th, td { margin: 0; padding: 0; border: 0; outline: 0; font-size: 100%; background: transparent; } body { line-height: 1; } blockquote, q { quotes: none; } blockquote:before, blockquote:after, q:before, q:after { content: ''; content: none; } /* remember to define focus styles! */ :focus { outline: 0; } /* remember to highlight inserts somehow! */ ins { text-decoration: none; } del { text-decoration: line-through; } /* tables still need 'cellspacing="0"' in the markup */ table { border-collapse: collapse; border-spacing: 0; } /* end RESET */ .header { min-width:800px; } .logo { padding:6px 20px 2px 20px; margin:0; font-size:25px; font-weight:bold; color:#808285; position:relative; border-bottom: 1px solid #c5c5c5; } .logo-blue { color:#70adc4; } .logo-desc { font-weight:normal; font-size:19px; color:#cccccc; margin-top:50px; position:absolute; display: none; } .back-button { position:absolute; top:20px; right:20px; font-size:13px; line-height:25px; color:rgb(0,175,225); font-weight:normal; } .back-button a { color:rgb(0,175,225); } .instructions { padding:0; margin:0; width:100%; position:relative; color:rgb(100,100,100); } .step-holder { border-left:1px solid #ededed; margin-left:20px; } .steps { padding:15px 0; float:left; width:24%; border-right:1px solid #ededed; text-align:center; } .steps-01 { } .steps-02 { } .steps-03 { } .steps-04 { } .label { padding:5px 10px; } .print-button { } .print-button a { background-color:rgb(0,175,225); color:white; line-height: 19px; padding:9px 8px 5px 30px; font-size:14px; text-decoration:none; background-image: url(images/printer.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: 7px 50%; -moz-border-radius: 5px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; } .print-button a:hover { background-color:black; } .theNote .content { width: 8.0in !important; margin: 5px auto; padding:20px; background-color:white; } .theNote .header { border-bottom: 1px dashed #C8C8C8; font-size: 17px; padding: 0 0 10px; line-height: 19px; color: #00ADE1; min-width:500px; } .theNote .body { font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; padding: 10px 0; } .theNote{ padding:6px 0; clear:both; background-color: rgb(200,200,200); } .theNote h3{ color: rgb(100,100,100); } .theNote h1, .theNote h3{ background-color:white; padding:2px 20px; width:8.0in !important; margin: 0 auto; font-size: 15px; } .theNote h1{ padding-top: 10px; font-size: 15px; } .theNote h1:first-child{ font-size: 20px; } .theNote h3 { font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; } #options { border: 3px double #ccc; padding: 5px 12px; margin: 10px 50px 10px 20px; float: left; } #info { border-top: 1px solid #ccc; padding-top: 5px; font-style: italic; } li { margin: 5px 10px 5px 25px; } ul li { list-style: disc; } ol li { list-style: decimal; } img { border: 0; } table { clear: both; width: 100%; border: 1px solid #c5c5c5; border-width: 1px 0; margin: 0; page-break-after: always; } table#page { page-break-after: auto; } td { text-align: center; font-size: 12px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #c5c5c5; height: 1.75in; width: 50%; padding-left: 15px; } .leftside { border-right: 1px solid #cccccc; padding: 0 15px 0 0; } .bottom td { border-bottom: none; } .clearfix { clear:both; line-height:1px; height:1px; } img { max-width:80%; max-height:150px; margin:20px; } @media print {.header { display: none; } .content .header{ display:inherit; } table { border: 1px dashed #bbb; border-width: 1px 0; } .theNote{ background-color:white; } } Passage Based Readings In kindergarten, I learned the Pledge of Allegiance. Or rather, I learned to imitate it. The words spilled out of my mouth in one long jumble, all slurred and sloppy. I'd stand tall and put my right hand over my 5 heart, mumbling proudly. Even then, I understood that "'Merica" was my home-and that I was an American. Still, a flicker of doubt was ever present. If 10 I were truly American, why did the other American people around me seem so sure I was foreign? By the time I was a teenager, I imagined that I was a "dual citizen" of both the United States and China. 15 I had no idea what dual citizenship involved, or if it was even possible. No matter, I would be a citizen of the world. This was my fantasy. When I got to college, I decided to learn more about 20 "where I came from" by taking classes in Asian history. I even studied Mandarin Chinese. This had the paradoxical effect of making me question my Chinese-ness. Other students, and even the teachers, expected me to spout perfectly 25 accented Chinese. Instead I stumbled along as badly as the other American students next to me. Still my fantasy persisted; I thought I might "go back" to China, a place I had never been. 30 President Richard Nixon's historic trip to China in February 1972 made a visit seem possible for me. That summer, China cracked open the "bamboo curtain" that separated it from the 35 West, allowing a small group of Chinese American students to visit the country as a goodwill gesture to the United States. I desperately wanted to be one of them, and I put together a research proposal that got 40 the support of my professors. With a special fellowship, I joined the group and became one of the first Americans, after Nixon, to enter "Red" China. 45 In China I fit right in with the multitude. In the cities of Shanghai and Suzhou, where my parents were from, I saw my features everywhere. After years of not looking "American" to the "Americans" and not 50 looking Chinese enough for the Cantonese who made up the majority of Chinese Americans, I suddenly found my face on every passerby. It was a revelation of sameness that I had never experienced at 55 home. The feelings didn't last long. While in China, I visited my mother's eldest sister; they hadn't seen each other since 1949, the year of the 60 Communist revolution in China, when my mother left with their middle sister on the last boat out of Shanghai. Using my elementary Chinese, I struggled to communicate with Auntie Li. My vocabulary 65 was too limited and my idealism too thick to comprehend my family's suffering from the Cultural Revolution,* still very much in progress. But girlish fun transcended language as my older cousins took me by 70 the hand and dressed me in a khaki Mao suit, braiding my long hair in pigtails, just like the other young, unmarried Chinese women. 75 All decked out like a freshly minted Red Guard in my new do, I passed for a local. Real Chinese stopped me on the street, to ask for directions, to ask where I got my tennis shoes, to complain about the long 80 bus queues, to say any number of things to me. As soon as I opened my mouth to reply, my clumsy American accent infected the little Chinese I knew. My questioners knew immediately that I was a foreigner, 85 a Westerner, an American, maybe even a spy-and they ran from me as fast as they could. I had an epiphany common to Asian Americans who visit their ancestral homelands. I realized that I didn't fit 90 into Chinese society, that I could never be accepted there. If I didn't know it, the Chinese did: I belonged in America, not China. *During the Cultural Revolution, Chinese leaders used the Red Guard—young soldiers—to impose desired behaviors on members of Chinese society. The passage as a whole suggests that becoming a "citizen of the world" (line 17) might best be characterized as (A) a worthwhile endeavor (B) a painful reality (C) a modest achievement (D) an unrealistic goal (E) an uncommon ambition The author most likely cites the information in lines 75 - 81 ("All . . . to me") in order to (A) suggest her preference for staying in China (B) point out her industriousness (C) demonstrate her acceptance of people who differed from her (D) illustrate the degree to which she appeared to be Chinese (E) show her deep appreciation of Chinese culture