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Course: Accuplacer
Exam: Accuplacer Reading Sample Questions Practice Test
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...cobblestones, gray and scraped smooth by a ceaseless parade of tired, black, sandaled feut
(3) But that was far away and long ago. (4) Here, this woman peers almost timidly around the curving. splintered wood of the brownstone door, blinking furiously now as the wind and rain whip her face. (5) 1 stare, and a sudden longing whistles through my mind, dancing around me on each restless gust of cold. wet wind that slams into my chest as I walk down 132nd Street in Hariem. (6) Harlem. (7) So far from my home. (8) So far from the endless Kenyan plains that I still dream about sach night
(9) The rain pelts my face, and I shiver as it shimmies down my neck and creeps underneath the thick, scratchy collar of my coat. (10) I cannot stop staring into this woman's face, this African mother draped from brow to anide in gold and wind-crushed linen. (11) As she descends the stairs, the rain seems to disappear around her. (12) Now that she has committed herself, she does not blink or falter. (13) If anything, the rain has become a tightly woven fruit basket bearing down on the crown of her head, under which her pride demands that she stand erect. (14) The only concession she gives is to pull her head wrap up out of the folds of her long, dark cloak and clutch it tightly underneath her chin. (15) The scarf is a replica of the same gilded hijab my mother wore as a child, long before she became my mother. (16) I know this because it is the outfit that she chooses when she comes to me at night in my dreams. (17) This woman looks nothing like my mother, yet somehow my heart tells me that they are almost
exactly the same. (18) She tucks her curling braids underneath the edges of the wrap, attempting to cover the wildness embroidered in her hair. (19) I don't understand why; modesty is no kin to women like her (20) She cannot help but walk like a mountain's peak through the raunchy streets of Harlem, wearing her continent on the high bridge of her nose, with the valleys curving round like clattering rings into her nostrils (21) Her exposed heels are lined with the deep furrows of an elephant's trunk. (22) She wears sandals in the November cold, in the hard, trash-swilling rain because the thirsty leather straps remind her of deserts and home (at least that's why I do no).
From Kuwana Haulsey. The Ried Moon ©2001 by Kuwana Hautsey
(3) But that was far away and long ago. (4) Here, this woman peers almost timidly around the curving. splintered wood of the brownstone door, blinking furiously now as the wind and rain whip her face. (5) 1 stare, and a sudden longing whistles through my mind, dancing around me on each restless gust of cold. wet wind that slams into my chest as I walk down 132nd Street in Hariem. (6) Harlem. (7) So far from my home. (8) So far from the endless Kenyan plains that I still dream about sach night
(9) The rain pelts my face, and I shiver as it shimmies down my neck and creeps underneath the thick, scratchy collar of my coat. (10) I cannot stop staring into this woman's face, this African mother draped from brow to anide in gold and wind-crushed linen. (11) As she descends the stairs, the rain seems to disappear around her. (12) Now that she has committed herself, she does not blink or falter. (13) If anything, the rain has become a tightly woven fruit basket bearing down on the crown of her head, under which her pride demands that she stand erect. (14) The only concession she gives is to pull her head wrap up out of the folds of her long, dark cloak and clutch it tightly underneath her chin. (15) The scarf is a replica of the same gilded hijab my mother wore as a child, long before she became my mother. (16) I know this because it is the outfit that she chooses when she comes to me at night in my dreams. (17) This woman looks nothing like my mother, yet somehow my heart tells me that they are almost
exactly the same. (18) She tucks her curling braids underneath the edges of the wrap, attempting to cover the wildness embroidered in her hair. (19) I don't understand why; modesty is no kin to women like her (20) She cannot help but walk like a mountain's peak through the raunchy streets of Harlem, wearing her continent on the high bridge of her nose, with the valleys curving round like clattering rings into her nostrils (21) Her exposed heels are lined with the deep furrows of an elephant's trunk. (22) She wears sandals in the November cold, in the hard, trash-swilling rain because the thirsty leather straps remind her of deserts and home (at least that's why I do no).
From Kuwana Haulsey. The Ried Moon ©2001 by Kuwana Hautsey
In context, the statement that the woman is 'draped from brow to ankle in gold and wind-crushed linen' (sentence 10) primarily
Answer Choices
- A: reveals the narrator's assumptions about the woman's income
- B: explains why the woman might be uncomfortable in the cold weather
- C: shows how different the woman's clothing is from the narrator's clothing
- D: emphasizes how out of place the woman seems in the surrounding environment
Correct Answer: D
Rationale: The luxurious description contrasts with the harsh Harlem weather, emphasizing her distinctiveness in the setting.