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		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>NO CHANGE</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>Little has</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>Little hasn&apos;t</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>Scarcely anything hasn&apos;t</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT English</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>B</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string>No. &quot;Scarcely little&quot; is redundant because &quot;Scarcely&quot; and &quot;little&quot; mean the same thing.</string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>&lt;b&gt;Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To step into Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium is to step into the past. [1] &lt;u&gt;Scarcely little has&lt;/u&gt; changed in this hair salon, the last of a dying breed. Situated in the middle of what [2] &lt;u&gt;once used to be&lt;/u&gt; a busy shopping district, Sally&apos;s is now the lone storefront in a sea of abandoned buildings and transient hotels. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On the walls are faded photographs of outdated hairstyles towering beehives and bouffant flips each [3] &lt;u&gt;more outrageous than&lt;/u&gt; the last. Three corners of the shop are dominated by shiny pink and chrome hair-styling stations. The fourth houses a much older station, its pale blue partitions cracked and dusty, dotted with memorabilia of its past occupant &quot;Betty,&quot; according to a dirty nameplate hanging from a single tack. Betty&apos;s station has a ghostly aura. [4] A browning postcard with palm trees proclaims &quot;Greetings from Cape May!&quot; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[5] The latest gossip flew around the lively atmosphere like so much hair spray. On a Friday the salons were extra crowded [6] &lt;u&gt;around&lt;/u&gt; women beautifying themselves for the coming weekend festivities little Lena Jean&apos;s wedding or Faye Dobson&apos;s husband&apos;s funeral. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;With today&apos;s [7] &lt;u&gt;wash and wear hairstyles&lt;/u&gt;, beauty salons have taken [8] &lt;u&gt;over a&lt;/u&gt; completely different identity. Busy executives are in and out, hair wet, on the way to the gym or their next appointment. The homey atmosphere of the local beauty parlor [9] &lt;u&gt;has gone the&lt;/u&gt; way of that of the neighborhood barbershop both are utilitarian but somehow lacking in charm. [10] Just as in the rest of the world, the old customs &lt;u&gt;are replacing the new in hair salons&lt;/u&gt;. The reality is that [11] &lt;u&gt;the convivial atmosphere will actually remember only a few old-timers&lt;/u&gt; of places like [12] &lt;u&gt;Sally&apos;s, which the&lt;/u&gt; next generation of young [13] &lt;u&gt;women will have only the memories&lt;/u&gt; of their eld be forced to settle [14] &lt;u&gt;with&lt;/u&gt; a lackluster approximation of this unique women&apos;s [15] &lt;u&gt;experience. Or create&lt;/u&gt; a new version of the age-old tradition on their own. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Use [1] Above</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>NO CHANGE</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>d before to be</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>was once</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>was once before</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT English</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>C</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string>No. Be careful. This answer choice is redundant because &quot;once&quot; and &quot;used to be&quot; mean the same thing. You only need one of them.</string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>&lt;b&gt;Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To step into Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium is to step into the past. [1] &lt;u&gt;Scarcely little has&lt;/u&gt; changed in this hair salon, the last of a dying breed. Situated in the middle of what [2] &lt;u&gt;once used to be&lt;/u&gt; a busy shopping district, Sally&apos;s is now the lone storefront in a sea of abandoned buildings and transient hotels. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On the walls are faded photographs of outdated hairstyles towering beehives and bouffant flips each [3] &lt;u&gt;more outrageous than&lt;/u&gt; the last. Three corners of the shop are dominated by shiny pink and chrome hair-styling stations. The fourth houses a much older station, its pale blue partitions cracked and dusty, dotted with memorabilia of its past occupant &quot;Betty,&quot; according to a dirty nameplate hanging from a single tack. Betty&apos;s station has a ghostly aura. [4] A browning postcard with palm trees proclaims &quot;Greetings from Cape May!&quot; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[5] The latest gossip flew around the lively atmosphere like so much hair spray. On a Friday the salons were extra crowded [6] &lt;u&gt;around&lt;/u&gt; women beautifying themselves for the coming weekend festivities little Lena Jean&apos;s wedding or Faye Dobson&apos;s husband&apos;s funeral. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;With today&apos;s [7] &lt;u&gt;wash and wear hairstyles&lt;/u&gt;, beauty salons have taken [8] &lt;u&gt;over a&lt;/u&gt; completely different identity. Busy executives are in and out, hair wet, on the way to the gym or their next appointment. The homey atmosphere of the local beauty parlor [9] &lt;u&gt;has gone the&lt;/u&gt; way of that of the neighborhood barbershop both are utilitarian but somehow lacking in charm. [10] Just as in the rest of the world, the old customs &lt;u&gt;are replacing the new in hair salons&lt;/u&gt;. The reality is that [11] &lt;u&gt;the convivial atmosphere will actually remember only a few old-timers&lt;/u&gt; of places like [12] &lt;u&gt;Sally&apos;s, which the&lt;/u&gt; next generation of young [13] &lt;u&gt;women will have only the memories&lt;/u&gt; of their elders from which to draw on as a vision of the past. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next generation will be forced to settle [14] &lt;u&gt;with&lt;/u&gt; a lackluster approximation of this unique women&apos;s [15] &lt;u&gt;experience. Or create&lt;/u&gt; a new version of the age-old tradition on their own. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Use [2] Above</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>NO CHANGE</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>more outrageous as</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>as outrageous than</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>most outrageous than</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT English</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>A</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string>Good. You used the right construction for this comparison.</string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>&lt;b&gt;Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To step into Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium is to step into the past. [1] &lt;u&gt;Scarcely little has&lt;/u&gt; changed in this hair salon, the last of a dying breed. Situated in the middle of what [2] &lt;u&gt;once used to be&lt;/u&gt; a busy shopping district, Sally&apos;s is now the lone storefront in a sea of abandoned buildings and transient hotels. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On the walls are faded photographs of outdated hairstyles towering beehives and bouffant flips each [3] &lt;u&gt;more outrageous than&lt;/u&gt; the last. Three corners of the shop are dominated by shiny pink and chrome hair-styling stations. The fourth houses a much older station, its pale blue partitions cracked and dusty, dotted with memorabilia of its past occupant &quot;Betty,&quot; according to a dirty nameplate hanging from a single tack. Betty&apos;s station has a ghostly aura. [4] A browning postcard with palm trees proclaims &quot;Greetings from Cape May!&quot; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[5] The latest gossip flew around the lively atmosphere like so much hair spray. On a Friday the salons were extra crowded [6] &lt;u&gt;around&lt;/u&gt; women beautifying themselves for the coming weekend festivities little Lena Jean&apos;s wedding or Faye Dobson&apos;s husband&apos;s funeral. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;With today&apos;s [7] &lt;u&gt;wash and wear hairstyles&lt;/u&gt;, beauty salons have taken [8] &lt;u&gt;over a&lt;/u&gt; completely different identity. Busy executives are in and out, hair wet, on the way to the gym or their next appointment. The homey atmosphere of the local beauty parlor [9] &lt;u&gt;has gone the&lt;/u&gt; way of that of the neighborhood barbershop both are utilitarian but somehow lacking in charm. [10] Just as in the rest of the world, the old customs &lt;u&gt;are replacing the new in hair salons&lt;/u&gt;. The reality is that [11] &lt;u&gt;the convivial atmosphere will actually remember only a few old-timers&lt;/u&gt; of places like [12] &lt;u&gt;Sally&apos;s, which the&lt;/u&gt; next generation of young [13] &lt;u&gt;women will have only the memories&lt;/u&gt; of their elders from which to draw on as a vision of the past. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next generation will be forced to settle [14] &lt;u&gt;with&lt;/u&gt; a lackluster approximation of this unique women&apos;s [15] &lt;u&gt;experience. Or create&lt;/u&gt; a new version of the age-old tradition on their own. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Use [3] Above</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>It was as old as the salon.</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>It is as though Betty may come back to life at any moment to resume her activities.</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>Betty&apos;s mail clutters her station.</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>Betty kept her station very neat.</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT English</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>B</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>&lt;b&gt;Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To step into Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium is to step into the past. [1] &lt;u&gt;Scarcely little has&lt;/u&gt; changed in this hair salon, the last of a dying breed. Situated in the middle of what [2] &lt;u&gt;once used to be&lt;/u&gt; a busy shopping district, Sally&apos;s is now the lone storefront in a sea of abandoned buildings and transient hotels. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On the walls are faded photographs of outdated hairstyles towering beehives and bouffant flips each [3] &lt;u&gt;more outrageous than&lt;/u&gt; the last. Three corners of the shop are dominated by shiny pink and chrome hair-styling stations. The fourth houses a much older station, its pale blue partitions cracked and dusty, dotted with memorabilia of its past occupant &quot;Betty,&quot; according to a dirty nameplate hanging from a single tack. Betty&apos;s station has a ghostly aura. [4] A browning postcard with palm trees proclaims &quot;Greetings from Cape May!&quot; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[5] The latest gossip flew around the lively atmosphere like so much hair spray. On a Friday the salons were extra crowded [6] &lt;u&gt;around&lt;/u&gt; women beautifying themselves for the coming weekend festivities little Lena Jean&apos;s wedding or Faye Dobson&apos;s husband&apos;s funeral. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;With today&apos;s [7] &lt;u&gt;wash and wear hairstyles&lt;/u&gt;, beauty salons have taken [8] &lt;u&gt;over a&lt;/u&gt; completely different identity. Busy executives are in and out, hair wet, on the way to the gym or their next appointment. The homey atmosphere of the local beauty parlor [9] &lt;u&gt;has gone the&lt;/u&gt; way of that of the neighborhood barbershop both are utilitarian but somehow lacking in charm. [10] Just as in the rest of the world, the old customs &lt;u&gt;are replacing the new in hair salons&lt;/u&gt;. The reality is that [11] &lt;u&gt;the convivial atmosphere will actually remember only a few old-timers&lt;/u&gt; of places like [12] &lt;u&gt;Sally&apos;s, which the&lt;/u&gt; next generation of young [13] &lt;u&gt;women will have only the memories&lt;/u&gt; of their elders from which to draw on as a vision of the past. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next generation will be forced to settle [14] &lt;u&gt;with&lt;/u&gt; a lackluster approximation of this unique women&apos;s [15] &lt;u&gt;experience. Or create&lt;/u&gt; a new version of the age-old tradition on their own. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Use [4] Above &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Which of the following sentences, if added, would support the author&apos;s statement that Betty&apos;s station has a ghostly aura?</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>It is difficult to understand why people love to gossip so much.</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>Men get their hair cut by barbers, while women get their hair &quot;done&quot; by hairdressers.</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>In the past, the local hair salon was a focal point in a woman&apos;s world.</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>Hairspray has always been one of the hairdresser&apos;s best-loved tools.</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT English</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>C</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>&lt;b&gt;Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To step into Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium is to step into the past. [1] &lt;u&gt;Scarcely little has&lt;/u&gt; changed in this hair salon, the last of a dying breed. Situated in the middle of what [2] &lt;u&gt;once used to be&lt;/u&gt; a busy shopping district, Sally&apos;s is now the lone storefront in a sea of abandoned buildings and transient hotels. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On the walls are faded photographs of outdated hairstyles towering beehives and bouffant flips each [3] &lt;u&gt;more outrageous than&lt;/u&gt; the last. Three corners of the shop are dominated by shiny pink and chrome hair-styling stations. The fourth houses a much older station, its pale blue partitions cracked and dusty, dotted with memorabilia of its past occupant &quot;Betty,&quot; according to a dirty nameplate hanging from a single tack. Betty&apos;s station has a ghostly aura. [4] A browning postcard with palm trees proclaims &quot;Greetings from Cape May!&quot; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[5] The latest gossip flew around the lively atmosphere like so much hair spray. On a Friday the salons were extra crowded [6] &lt;u&gt;around&lt;/u&gt; women beautifying themselves for the coming weekend festivities little Lena Jean&apos;s wedding or Faye Dobson&apos;s husband&apos;s funeral. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;With today&apos;s [7] &lt;u&gt;wash and wear hairstyles&lt;/u&gt;, beauty salons have taken [8] &lt;u&gt;over a&lt;/u&gt; completely different identity. Busy executives are in and out, hair wet, on the way to the gym or their next appointment. The homey atmosphere of the local beauty parlor [9] &lt;u&gt;has gone the&lt;/u&gt; way of that of the neighborhood barbershop both are utilitarian but somehow lacking in charm. [10] Just as in the rest of the world, the old customs &lt;u&gt;are replacing the new in hair salons&lt;/u&gt;. The reality is that [11] &lt;u&gt;the convivial atmosphere will actually remember only a few old-timers&lt;/u&gt; of places like [12] &lt;u&gt;Sally&apos;s, which the&lt;/u&gt; next generation of young [13] &lt;u&gt;women will have only the memories&lt;/u&gt; of their elders from which to draw on as a vision of the past. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next generation will be forced to settle [14] &lt;u&gt;with&lt;/u&gt; a lackluster approximation of this unique women&apos;s [15] &lt;u&gt;experience. Or create&lt;/u&gt; a new version of the age-old tradition on their own. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Use [5] Above &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Which of the following would provide the best introductory sentence for this paragraph?</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>NO CHANGE</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>with</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>and filled with</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>up with</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT English</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>B</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>&lt;b&gt;Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To step into Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium is to step into the past. [1] &lt;u&gt;Scarcely little has&lt;/u&gt; changed in this hair salon, the last of a dying breed. Situated in the middle of what [2] &lt;u&gt;once used to be&lt;/u&gt; a busy shopping district, Sally&apos;s is now the lone storefront in a sea of abandoned buildings and transient hotels. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On the walls are faded photographs of outdated hairstyles towering beehives and bouffant flips each [3] &lt;u&gt;more outrageous than&lt;/u&gt; the last. Three corners of the shop are dominated by shiny pink and chrome hair-styling stations. The fourth houses a much older station, its pale blue partitions cracked and dusty, dotted with memorabilia of its past occupant &quot;Betty,&quot; according to a dirty nameplate hanging from a single tack. Betty&apos;s station has a ghostly aura. [4] A browning postcard with palm trees proclaims &quot;Greetings from Cape May!&quot; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[5] The latest gossip flew around the lively atmosphere like so much hair spray. On a Friday the salons were extra crowded [6] &lt;u&gt;around&lt;/u&gt; women beautifying themselves for the coming weekend festivities little Lena Jean&apos;s wedding or Faye Dobson&apos;s husband&apos;s funeral. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;With today&apos;s [7] &lt;u&gt;wash and wear hairstyles&lt;/u&gt;, beauty salons have taken [8] &lt;u&gt;over a&lt;/u&gt; completely different identity. Busy executives are in and out, hair wet, on the way to the gym or their next appointment. The homey atmosphere of the local beauty parlor [9] &lt;u&gt;has gone the&lt;/u&gt; way of that of the neighborhood barbershop both are utilitarian but somehow lacking in charm. [10] Just as in the rest of the world, the old customs &lt;u&gt;are replacing the new in hair salons&lt;/u&gt;. The reality is that [11] &lt;u&gt;the convivial atmosphere will actually remember only a few old-timers&lt;/u&gt; of places like [12] &lt;u&gt;Sally&apos;s, which the&lt;/u&gt; next generation of young [13] &lt;u&gt;women will have only the memories&lt;/u&gt; of their elders from which to draw on as a vision of the past. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next generation will be forced to settle [14] &lt;u&gt;with&lt;/u&gt; a lackluster approximation of this unique women&apos;s [15] &lt;u&gt;experience. Or create&lt;/u&gt; a new version of the age-old tradition on their own. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Use [6] Above</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>NO CHANGE</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>wash and wear, hairstyles,</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>wash and wear hairstyles</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>wash and wear hairstyles:</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT English</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>A</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>&lt;b&gt;Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To step into Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium is to step into the past. [1] &lt;u&gt;Scarcely little has&lt;/u&gt; changed in this hair salon, the last of a dying breed. Situated in the middle of what [2] &lt;u&gt;once used to be&lt;/u&gt; a busy shopping district, Sally&apos;s is now the lone storefront in a sea of abandoned buildings and transient hotels. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On the walls are faded photographs of outdated hairstyles towering beehives and bouffant flips each [3] &lt;u&gt;more outrageous than&lt;/u&gt; the last. Three corners of the shop are dominated by shiny pink and chrome hair-styling stations. The fourth houses a much older station, its pale blue partitions cracked and dusty, dotted with memorabilia of its past occupant &quot;Betty,&quot; according to a dirty nameplate hanging from a single tack. Betty&apos;s station has a ghostly aura. [4] A browning postcard with palm trees proclaims &quot;Greetings from Cape May!&quot; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[5] The latest gossip flew around the lively atmosphere like so much hair spray. On a Friday the salons were extra crowded [6] &lt;u&gt;around&lt;/u&gt; women beautifying themselves for the coming weekend festivities little Lena Jean&apos;s wedding or Faye Dobson&apos;s husband&apos;s funeral. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;With today&apos;s [7] &lt;u&gt;wash and wear hairstyles&lt;/u&gt;, beauty salons have taken [8] &lt;u&gt;over a&lt;/u&gt; completely different identity. Busy executives are in and out, hair wet, on the way to the gym or their next appointment. The homey atmosphere of the local beauty parlor [9] &lt;u&gt;has gone the&lt;/u&gt; way of that of the neighborhood barbershop both are utilitarian but somehow lacking in charm. [10] Just as in the rest of the world, the old customs &lt;u&gt;are replacing the new in hair salons&lt;/u&gt;. The reality is that [11] &lt;u&gt;the convivial atmosphere will actually remember only a few old-timers&lt;/u&gt; of places like [12] &lt;u&gt;Sally&apos;s, which the&lt;/u&gt; next generation of young [13] &lt;u&gt;women will have only the memories&lt;/u&gt; of their elders from which to draw on as a vision of the past. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next generation will be forced to settle [14] &lt;u&gt;with&lt;/u&gt; a lackluster approximation of this unique women&apos;s [15] &lt;u&gt;experience. Or create&lt;/u&gt; a new version of the age-old tradition on their own. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Use [7] Above</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>NO CHANGE</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>on a</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>in the</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>a</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT English</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>B</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>&lt;b&gt;Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To step into Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium is to step into the past. [1] &lt;u&gt;Scarcely little has&lt;/u&gt; changed in this hair salon, the last of a dying breed. Situated in the middle of what [2] &lt;u&gt;once used to be&lt;/u&gt; a busy shopping district, Sally&apos;s is now the lone storefront in a sea of abandoned buildings and transient hotels. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On the walls are faded photographs of outdated hairstyles towering beehives and bouffant flips each [3] &lt;u&gt;more outrageous than&lt;/u&gt; the last. Three corners of the shop are dominated by shiny pink and chrome hair-styling stations. The fourth houses a much older station, its pale blue partitions cracked and dusty, dotted with memorabilia of its past occupant &quot;Betty,&quot; according to a dirty nameplate hanging from a single tack. Betty&apos;s station has a ghostly aura. [4] A browning postcard with palm trees proclaims &quot;Greetings from Cape May!&quot; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[5] The latest gossip flew around the lively atmosphere like so much hair spray. On a Friday the salons were extra crowded [6] &lt;u&gt;around&lt;/u&gt; women beautifying themselves for the coming weekend festivities little Lena Jean&apos;s wedding or Faye Dobson&apos;s husband&apos;s funeral. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;With today&apos;s [7] &lt;u&gt;wash and wear hairstyles&lt;/u&gt;, beauty salons have taken [8] &lt;u&gt;over a&lt;/u&gt; completely different identity. Busy executives are in and out, hair wet, on the way to the gym or their next appointment. The homey atmosphere of the local beauty parlor [9] &lt;u&gt;has gone the&lt;/u&gt; way of that of the neighborhood barbershop both are utilitarian but somehow lacking in charm. [10] Just as in the rest of the world, the old customs &lt;u&gt;are replacing the new in hair salons&lt;/u&gt;. The reality is that [11] &lt;u&gt;the convivial atmosphere will actually remember only a few old-timers&lt;/u&gt; of places like [12] &lt;u&gt;Sally&apos;s, which the&lt;/u&gt; next generation of young [13] &lt;u&gt;women will have only the memories&lt;/u&gt; of their elders from which to draw on as a vision of the past. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next generation will be forced to settle [14] &lt;u&gt;with&lt;/u&gt; a lackluster approximation of this unique women&apos;s [15] &lt;u&gt;experience. Or create&lt;/u&gt; a new version of the age-old tradition on their own. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Use [8] Above</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>NO CHANGE</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>has went the</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>is gone the</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>will go the</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT English</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>A</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>&lt;b&gt;Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To step into Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium is to step into the past. [1] &lt;u&gt;Scarcely little has&lt;/u&gt; changed in this hair salon, the last of a dying breed. Situated in the middle of what [2] &lt;u&gt;once used to be&lt;/u&gt; a busy shopping district, Sally&apos;s is now the lone storefront in a sea of abandoned buildings and transient hotels. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On the walls are faded photographs of outdated hairstyles towering beehives and bouffant flips each [3] &lt;u&gt;more outrageous than&lt;/u&gt; the last. Three corners of the shop are dominated by shiny pink and chrome hair-styling stations. The fourth houses a much older station, its pale blue partitions cracked and dusty, dotted with memorabilia of its past occupant &quot;Betty,&quot; according to a dirty nameplate hanging from a single tack. Betty&apos;s station has a ghostly aura. [4] A browning postcard with palm trees proclaims &quot;Greetings from Cape May!&quot; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[5] The latest gossip flew around the lively atmosphere like so much hair spray. On a Friday the salons were extra crowded [6] &lt;u&gt;around&lt;/u&gt; women beautifying themselves for the coming weekend festivities little Lena Jean&apos;s wedding or Faye Dobson&apos;s husband&apos;s funeral. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;With today&apos;s [7] &lt;u&gt;wash and wear hairstyles&lt;/u&gt;, beauty salons have taken [8] &lt;u&gt;over a&lt;/u&gt; completely different identity. Busy executives are in and out, hair wet, on the way to the gym or their next appointment. The homey atmosphere of the local beauty parlor [9] &lt;u&gt;has gone the&lt;/u&gt; way of that of the neighborhood barbershop both are utilitarian but somehow lacking in charm. [10] Just as in the rest of the world, the old customs &lt;u&gt;are replacing the new in hair salons&lt;/u&gt;. The reality is that [11] &lt;u&gt;the convivial atmosphere will actually remember only a few old-timers&lt;/u&gt; of places like [12] &lt;u&gt;Sally&apos;s, which the&lt;/u&gt; next generation of young [13] &lt;u&gt;women will have only the memories&lt;/u&gt; of their elders from which to draw on as a vision of the past. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next generation will be forced to settle [14] &lt;u&gt;with&lt;/u&gt; a lackluster approximation of this unique women&apos;s [15] &lt;u&gt;experience. Or create&lt;/u&gt; a new version of the age-old tradition on their own. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Use [9] Above</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>NO CHANGE</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>are replacing by the new in hair salons</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>replaced the new in hair salons</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>are replaced by the new in hair salons</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT English</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>D</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>&lt;b&gt;Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To step into Sally&apos;s Fancy Hair Emporium is to step into the past. [1] &lt;u&gt;Scarcely little has&lt;/u&gt; changed in this hair salon, the last of a dying breed. Situated in the middle of what [2] &lt;u&gt;once used to be&lt;/u&gt; a busy shopping district, Sally&apos;s is now the lone storefront in a sea of abandoned buildings and transient hotels. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On the walls are faded photographs of outdated hairstyles towering beehives and bouffant flips each [3] &lt;u&gt;more outrageous than&lt;/u&gt; the last. Three corners of the shop are dominated by shiny pink and chrome hair-styling stations. The fourth houses a much older station, its pale blue partitions cracked and dusty, dotted with memorabilia of its past occupant &quot;Betty,&quot; according to a dirty nameplate hanging from a single tack. Betty&apos;s station has a ghostly aura. [4] A browning postcard with palm trees proclaims &quot;Greetings from Cape May!&quot; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[5] The latest gossip flew around the lively atmosphere like so much hair spray. On a Friday the salons were extra crowded [6] &lt;u&gt;around&lt;/u&gt; women beautifying themselves for the coming weekend festivities little Lena Jean&apos;s wedding or Faye Dobson&apos;s husband&apos;s funeral. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;With today&apos;s [7] &lt;u&gt;wash and wear hairstyles&lt;/u&gt;, beauty salons have taken [8] &lt;u&gt;over a&lt;/u&gt; completely different identity. Busy executives are in and out, hair wet, on the way to the gym or their next appointment. The homey atmosphere of the local beauty parlor [9] &lt;u&gt;has gone the&lt;/u&gt; way of that of the neighborhood barbershop both are utilitarian but somehow lacking in charm. [10] Just as in the rest of the world, the old customs &lt;u&gt;are replacing the new in hair salons&lt;/u&gt;. The reality is that [11] &lt;u&gt;the convivial atmosphere will actually remember only a few old-timers&lt;/u&gt; of places like [12] &lt;u&gt;Sally&apos;s, which the&lt;/u&gt; next generation of young [13] &lt;u&gt;women will have only the memories&lt;/u&gt; of their elders from which to draw on as a vision of the past. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next generation will be forced to settle [14] &lt;u&gt;with&lt;/u&gt; a lackluster approximation of this unique women&apos;s [15] &lt;u&gt;experience. Or create&lt;/u&gt; a new version of the age-old tradition on their own. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Use [10] Above</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>himself and Rachel.</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>himself and Danny.</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>himself, Danny, and Michael.</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>himself and Michael.</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Reading</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>D</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>PROSE FICTION: This passage is excerpted from The Promise(1969) by Chaim Potok.
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
It was cold and an icy wind that blewalong Broadway and up through the narrowside street where Danny lived, a fierce windthat came off the river, which I could not see
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; for the darkness. The house was small, threestories, red brick, and old, very old. Fiveworn, stone stairs, a badly fitting woodendoor, a tiny overheated foyer withmailboxes, buttons, and nameplates. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; pressed the button over the name Saunders. There was a loud answering buzz. I pushed open the heavy inner door and started up the steep, carpeted, narrow staircase. The door closed with a loud click. It was a little
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt; before eight o&apos;clock. Someone inside the house was frying bacon. The staircase was poorly lighted; the carpet was worn. It was a long climb up to the third floor. Danny was waiting for me in his
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;20&lt;/b&gt; doorway. He had on a dark woolen sweater and dark trousers. There was a skullcap on his head. His face was pale and he blinked at me wearily from behind his black shell- rimmed glasses.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;25&lt;/b&gt; &quot;How are you, Danny? How are you really?&quot; &quot;Tired.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re always tired. Whenever I see you you&apos;re tired.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;30&lt;/b&gt; &quot;It&apos;s the occupational disease of graduate school.&quot; &quot;How is Rachel?&quot; &quot;Rachel is fine.&quot; He sat down on the chair in front of
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;35&lt;/b&gt; the desk and did not look at me. &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said. He picked up his coffee cup, sipped some coffee, and put it back down on the desk.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;40&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Michael is very sick.&quot; &quot;Thanks. Now tell me something about Michael I don&apos;t already know.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re angry,&quot; he said. &quot;I can&apos;t talk to you when you&apos;re angry.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;45&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said quietly. &quot;What does he do?&quot; &quot;He doesn&apos;t do anything. He comes into a therapy session and just sits there. Oon&apos;t cooperate at all.&quot; &quot;Are you taking over the therapy?&quot; &quot;Yes. They&apos;re willing to try almost anything now. It&apos;s very serious with Michael.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;55&lt;/b&gt; I found I could not stop thinking about Michael. There was the lake again and Michael&apos;s thin body near the center board of the sailfish and the gusting winds and the clouds scudding smoothly across the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;60&lt;/b&gt; sky. &quot;There have been fist fights. Between Michael and some of the other boys.&quot; &quot;Fist fights,&quot; I said. I could not
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;65&lt;/b&gt; imagine Michael in a fist fight. &quot;He kicked a boy in the groin. During a lunch hour. He pushed him out of the chair and kicked him&quot;. &quot;How much time do you have?&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;70&lt;/b&gt; &quot;A month. Two months. It depends on whether there&apos;s any kind of progress&quot;. &quot;What if there&apos;s no progress, Danny?&quot; He glanced down at his desk and
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;75&lt;/b&gt; said nothing. &quot;Will he have to be institutionalized?&quot; I said. He did not say anything. &quot;My God,&quot; I said. &quot;My God....All
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;80&lt;/b&gt; because of a stupid carnival.&quot; He looked at me. &quot;Michael was sick long before that carnival. Crooks at carnivals don&apos;t make people sick. You have to be sick already to be affected that way.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;85&lt;/b&gt; &quot;We had a beautiful time on that lake. He liked to read clouds. Did I tell you about that? He reads clouds.&quot; &quot;You told me.&quot; I finished the coffee. &quot;The summer
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;90&lt;/b&gt; seems very far away.&quot; He was quiet. &quot;It is far away,&quot; I said. I put the empty coffee cup on the floor and leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;95&lt;/b&gt; could not stop thinking about Michael....There was the cove and the smooth shallow water with the tall trees of the shoreline breaking the force of the wind and Michael lying on his back reading the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;100&lt;/b&gt; clouds. There was the cove and the birds  high overhead and the clouds white against  the deep blue of the sky and the whisper of  the wind through the trees, a loud  whisper...and I saw Michael standing up in
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;105&lt;/b&gt; the roller coaster, his face to the wind...and  the sensation of dropping into the night.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
When the author says, &quot;We had a beautiful time on that lake&quot; (lines 85-86), he is referring to:</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>he finds the speaker&apos;s manner intrusive and irritating.</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>his eyes hurt from reading in the poorly lit room.</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>he feels uncomfortable with the topic of their conversation.</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>he is overtired from his work with Michael.</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Reading</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>C</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>PROSE FICTION: This passage is excerpted from The Promise(1969) by Chaim Potok.
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
It was cold and an icy wind that blewalong Broadway and up through the narrowside street where Danny lived, a fierce windthat came off the river, which I could not see
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; for the darkness. The house was small, threestories, red brick, and old, very old. Fiveworn, stone stairs, a badly fitting woodendoor, a tiny overheated foyer withmailboxes, buttons, and nameplates. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; pressed the button over the name Saunders. There was a loud answering buzz. I pushed open the heavy inner door and started up the steep, carpeted, narrow staircase. The door closed with a loud click. It was a little
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt; before eight o&apos;clock. Someone inside the house was frying bacon. The staircase was poorly lighted; the carpet was worn. It was a long climb up to the third floor. Danny was waiting for me in his
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;20&lt;/b&gt; doorway. He had on a dark woolen sweater and dark trousers. There was a skullcap on his head. His face was pale and he blinked at me wearily from behind his black shell- rimmed glasses.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;25&lt;/b&gt; &quot;How are you, Danny? How are you really?&quot; &quot;Tired.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re always tired. Whenever I see you you&apos;re tired.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;30&lt;/b&gt; &quot;It&apos;s the occupational disease of graduate school.&quot; &quot;How is Rachel?&quot; &quot;Rachel is fine.&quot; He sat down on the chair in front of
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;35&lt;/b&gt; the desk and did not look at me. &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said. He picked up his coffee cup, sipped some coffee, and put it back down on the desk.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;40&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Michael is very sick.&quot; &quot;Thanks. Now tell me something about Michael I don&apos;t already know.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re angry,&quot; he said. &quot;I can&apos;t talk to you when you&apos;re angry.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;45&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said quietly. &quot;What does he do?&quot; &quot;He doesn&apos;t do anything. He comes into a therapy session and just sits there. Or he spouts dreams and fantasies that are
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;50&lt;/b&gt; absolute lies. He won&apos;t cooperate at all.&quot; &quot;Are you taking over the therapy?&quot; &quot;Yes. They&apos;re willing to try almost anything now. It&apos;s very serious with Michael.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;55&lt;/b&gt; I found I could not stop thinking about Michael. There was the lake again and Michael&apos;s thin body near the center board of the sailfish and the gusting winds and the clouds scudding smoothly across the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;60&lt;/b&gt; sky. &quot;There have been fist fights. Between Michael and some of the other boys.&quot; &quot;Fist fights,&quot; I said. I could not
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;65&lt;/b&gt; imagine Michael in a fist fight. &quot;He kicked a boy in the groin. During a lunch hour. He pushed him out of the chair and kicked him&quot;. &quot;How much time do you have?&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;70&lt;/b&gt; &quot;A month. Two months. It depends on whether there&apos;s any kind of progress&quot;. &quot;What if there&apos;s no progress, Danny?&quot; He glanced down at his desk and
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;75&lt;/b&gt; said nothing. &quot;Will he have to be institutionalized?&quot; I said. He did not say anything. &quot;My God,&quot; I said. &quot;My God....All
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;80&lt;/b&gt; because of a stupid carnival.&quot; He looked at me. &quot;Michael was sick long before that carnival. Crooks at carnivals don&apos;t make people sick. You have to be sick already to be affected that way.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;85&lt;/b&gt; &quot;We had a beautiful time on that lake. He liked to read clouds. Did I tell you about that? He reads clouds.&quot; &quot;You told me.&quot; I finished the coffee. &quot;The summer
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;90&lt;/b&gt; seems very far away.&quot; He was quiet. &quot;It is far away,&quot; I said. I put the empty coffee cup on the floor and leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;95&lt;/b&gt; could not stop thinking about Michael....There was the cove and the smooth shallow water with the tall trees of the shoreline breaking the force of the wind and Michael lying on his back reading the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;100&lt;/b&gt; clouds. There was the cove and the birds  high overhead and the clouds white against  the deep blue of the sky and the whisper of  the wind through the trees, a loud  whisper...and I saw Michael standing up in
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;105&lt;/b&gt; the roller coaster, his face to the wind...and  the sensation of dropping into the night.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
Danny avoids looking at the speaker because:</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>a happier time.</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>mental illness.</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>isolation.</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>romantic love.</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Reading</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>A</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>PROSE FICTION: This passage is excerpted from The Promise(1969) by Chaim Potok.
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
It was cold and an icy wind that blewalong Broadway and up through the narrowside street where Danny lived, a fierce windthat came off the river, which I could not see
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; for the darkness. The house was small, threestories, red brick, and old, very old. Fiveworn, stone stairs, a badly fitting woodendoor, a tiny overheated foyer withmailboxes, buttons, and nameplates. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; pressed the button over the name Saunders. There was a loud answering buzz. I pushed open the heavy inner door and started up the steep, carpeted, narrow staircase. The door closed with a loud click. It was a little
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt; before eight o&apos;clock. Someone inside the house was frying bacon. The staircase was poorly lighted; the carpet was worn. It was a long climb up to the third floor. Danny was waiting for me in his
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;20&lt;/b&gt; doorway. He had on a dark woolen sweater and dark trousers. There was a skullcap on his head. His face was pale and he blinked at me wearily from behind his black shell- rimmed glasses.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;25&lt;/b&gt; &quot;How are you, Danny? How are you really?&quot; &quot;Tired.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re always tired. Whenever I see you you&apos;re tired.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;30&lt;/b&gt; &quot;It&apos;s the occupational disease of graduate school.&quot; &quot;How is Rachel?&quot; &quot;Rachel is fine.&quot; He sat down on the chair in front of
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;35&lt;/b&gt; the desk and did not look at me. &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said. He picked up his coffee cup, sipped some coffee, and put it back down on the desk.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;40&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Michael is very sick.&quot; &quot;Thanks. Now tell me something about Michael I don&apos;t already know.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re angry,&quot; he said. &quot;I can&apos;t talk to you when you&apos;re angry.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;45&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said quietly. &quot;What does he do?&quot; &quot;He doesn&apos;t do anything. He comes into a therapy session and just sits there. Or he spouts dreams and fantasies that are
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;50&lt;/b&gt; absolute lies. He won&apos;t cooperate at all.&quot; &quot;Are you taking over the therapy?&quot; &quot;Yes. They&apos;re willing to try almost anything now. It&apos;s very serious with Michael.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;55&lt;/b&gt; I found I could not stop thinking about Michael. There was the lake again and Michael&apos;s thin body near the center board of the sailfish and the gusting winds and the clouds scudding smoothly across the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;60&lt;/b&gt; sky. &quot;There have been fist fights. Between Michael and some of the other boys.&quot; &quot;Fist fights,&quot; I said. I could not
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;65&lt;/b&gt; imagine Michael in a fist fight. &quot;He kicked a boy in the groin. During a lunch hour. He pushed him out of the chair and kicked him&quot;. &quot;How much time do you have?&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;70&lt;/b&gt; &quot;A month. Two months. It depends on whether there&apos;s any kind of progress&quot;. &quot;What if there&apos;s no progress, Danny?&quot; He glanced down at his desk and
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;75&lt;/b&gt; said nothing. &quot;Will he have to be institutionalized?&quot; I said. He did not say anything. &quot;My God,&quot; I said. &quot;My God....All
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;80&lt;/b&gt; because of a stupid carnival.&quot; He looked at me. &quot;Michael was sick long before that carnival. Crooks at carnivals don&apos;t make people sick. You have to be sick already to be affected that way.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;85&lt;/b&gt; &quot;We had a beautiful time on that lake. He liked to read clouds. Did I tell you about that? He reads clouds.&quot; &quot;You told me.&quot; I finished the coffee. &quot;The summer
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;90&lt;/b&gt; seems very far away.&quot; He was quiet. &quot;It is far away,&quot; I said. I put the empty coffee cup on the floor and leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;95&lt;/b&gt; could not stop thinking about Michael....There was the cove and the smooth shallow water with the tall trees of the shoreline breaking the force of the wind and Michael lying on his back reading the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;100&lt;/b&gt; clouds. There was the cove and the birds  high overhead and the clouds white against  the deep blue of the sky and the whisper of  the wind through the trees, a loud  whisper...and I saw Michael standing up in
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;105&lt;/b&gt; the roller coaster, his face to the wind...and  the sensation of dropping into the night.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
Images of the summer at the lake appear in the passage in order to suggest:</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>The speaker took Michael to the lake.</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>Michael encountered a crook at a carnival.</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>Michael was institutionalized.</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>Danny has been asked to take over Michael&apos;s therapy.</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Reading</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>D</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>PROSE FICTION: This passage is excerpted from The Promise(1969) by Chaim Potok.
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
It was cold and an icy wind that blewalong Broadway and up through the narrowside street where Danny lived, a fierce windthat came off the river, which I could not see
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; for the darkness. The house was small, threestories, red brick, and old, very old. Fiveworn, stone stairs, a badly fitting woodendoor, a tiny overheated foyer withmailboxes, buttons, and nameplates. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; pressed the button over the name Saunders. There was a loud answering buzz. I pushed open the heavy inner door and started up the steep, carpeted, narrow staircase. The door closed with a loud click. It was a little
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt; before eight o&apos;clock. Someone inside the house was frying bacon. The staircase was poorly lighted; the carpet was worn. It was a long climb up to the third floor. Danny was waiting for me in his
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;20&lt;/b&gt; doorway. He had on a dark woolen sweater and dark trousers. There was a skullcap on his head. His face was pale and he blinked at me wearily from behind his black shell- rimmed glasses.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;25&lt;/b&gt; &quot;How are you, Danny? How are you really?&quot; &quot;Tired.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re always tired. Whenever I see you you&apos;re tired.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;30&lt;/b&gt; &quot;It&apos;s the occupational disease of graduate school.&quot; &quot;How is Rachel?&quot; &quot;Rachel is fine.&quot; He sat down on the chair in front of
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;35&lt;/b&gt; the desk and did not look at me. &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said. He picked up his coffee cup, sipped some coffee, and put it back down on the desk.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;40&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Michael is very sick.&quot; &quot;Thanks. Now tell me something about Michael I don&apos;t already know.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re angry,&quot; he said. &quot;I can&apos;t talk to you when you&apos;re angry.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;45&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said quietly. &quot;What does he do?&quot; &quot;He doesn&apos;t do anything. He comes into a therapy session and just sits there. Or he spouts dreams and fantasies that are
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;50&lt;/b&gt; absolute lies. He won&apos;t cooperate at all.&quot; &quot;Are you taking over the therapy?&quot; &quot;Yes. They&apos;re willing to try almost anything now. It&apos;s very serious with Michael.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;55&lt;/b&gt; I found I could not stop thinking about Michael. There was the lake again and Michael&apos;s thin body near the center board of the sailfish and the gusting winds and the clouds scudding smoothly across the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;60&lt;/b&gt; sky. &quot;There have been fist fights. Between Michael and some of the other boys.&quot; &quot;Fist fights,&quot; I said. I could not
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;65&lt;/b&gt; imagine Michael in a fist fight. &quot;He kicked a boy in the groin. During a lunch hour. He pushed him out of the chair and kicked him&quot;. &quot;How much time do you have?&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;70&lt;/b&gt; &quot;A month. Two months. It depends on whether there&apos;s any kind of progress&quot;. &quot;What if there&apos;s no progress, Danny?&quot; He glanced down at his desk and
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;75&lt;/b&gt; said nothing. &quot;Will he have to be institutionalized?&quot; I said. He did not say anything. &quot;My God,&quot; I said. &quot;My God....All
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;80&lt;/b&gt; because of a stupid carnival.&quot; He looked at me. &quot;Michael was sick long before that carnival. Crooks at carnivals don&apos;t make people sick. You have to be sick already to be affected that way.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;85&lt;/b&gt; &quot;We had a beautiful time on that lake. He liked to read clouds. Did I tell you about that? He reads clouds.&quot; &quot;You told me.&quot; I finished the coffee. &quot;The summer
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;90&lt;/b&gt; seems very far away.&quot; He was quiet. &quot;It is far away,&quot; I said. I put the empty coffee cup on the floor and leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;95&lt;/b&gt; could not stop thinking about Michael....There was the cove and the smooth shallow water with the tall trees of the shoreline breaking the force of the wind and Michael lying on his back reading the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;100&lt;/b&gt; clouds. There was the cove and the birds  high overhead and the clouds white against  the deep blue of the sky and the whisper of  the wind through the trees, a loud  whisper...and I saw Michael standing up in
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;105&lt;/b&gt; the roller coaster, his face to the wind...and  the sensation of dropping into the night.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
What has happened since the last time the speaker spoke to Danny?</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>Michael is uncooperative with his therapists.</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>Michael does not behave inappropriately in therapy.</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>Michael does not interact with his peers.</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>Michael has been wrongly accused of antisocial behavior.</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Reading</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>A</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>PROSE FICTION: This passage is excerpted from The Promise(1969) by Chaim Potok.
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
It was cold and an icy wind that blewalong Broadway and up through the narrowside street where Danny lived, a fierce windthat came off the river, which I could not see
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; for the darkness. The house was small, threestories, red brick, and old, very old. Fiveworn, stone stairs, a badly fitting woodendoor, a tiny overheated foyer withmailboxes, buttons, and nameplates. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; pressed the button over the name Saunders. There was a loud answering buzz. I pushed open the heavy inner door and started up the steep, carpeted, narrow staircase. The door closed with a loud click. It was a little
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt; before eight o&apos;clock. Someone inside the house was frying bacon. The staircase was poorly lighted; the carpet was worn. It was a long climb up to the third floor. Danny was waiting for me in his
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;20&lt;/b&gt; doorway. He had on a dark woolen sweater and dark trousers. There was a skullcap on his head. His face was pale and he blinked at me wearily from behind his black shell- rimmed glasses.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;25&lt;/b&gt; &quot;How are you, Danny? How are you really?&quot; &quot;Tired.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re always tired. Whenever I see you you&apos;re tired.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;30&lt;/b&gt; &quot;It&apos;s the occupational disease of graduate school.&quot; &quot;How is Rachel?&quot; &quot;Rachel is fine.&quot; He sat down on the chair in front of
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;35&lt;/b&gt; the desk and did not look at me. &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said. He picked up his coffee cup, sipped some coffee, and put it back down on the desk.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;40&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Michael is very sick.&quot; &quot;Thanks. Now tell me something about Michael I don&apos;t already know.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re angry,&quot; he said. &quot;I can&apos;t talk to you when you&apos;re angry.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;45&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said quietly. &quot;What does he do?&quot; &quot;He doesn&apos;t do anything. He comes into a therapy session and just sits there. Or he spouts dreams and fantasies that are
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;50&lt;/b&gt; absolute lies. He won&apos;t cooperate at all.&quot; &quot;Are you taking over the therapy?&quot; &quot;Yes. They&apos;re willing to try almost anything now. It&apos;s very serious with Michael.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;55&lt;/b&gt; I found I could not stop thinking about Michael. There was the lake again and Michael&apos;s thin body near the center board of the sailfish and the gusting winds and the clouds scudding smoothly across the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;60&lt;/b&gt; sky. &quot;There have been fist fights. Between Michael and some of the other boys.&quot; &quot;Fist fights,&quot; I said. I could not
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;65&lt;/b&gt; imagine Michael in a fist fight. &quot;He kicked a boy in the groin. During a lunch hour. He pushed him out of the chair and kicked him&quot;. &quot;How much time do you have?&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;70&lt;/b&gt; &quot;A month. Two months. It depends on whether there&apos;s any kind of progress&quot;. &quot;What if there&apos;s no progress, Danny?&quot; He glanced down at his desk and
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;75&lt;/b&gt; said nothing. &quot;Will he have to be institutionalized?&quot; I said. He did not say anything. &quot;My God,&quot; I said. &quot;My God....All
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;80&lt;/b&gt; because of a stupid carnival.&quot; He looked at me. &quot;Michael was sick long before that carnival. Crooks at carnivals don&apos;t make people sick. You have to be sick already to be affected that way.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;85&lt;/b&gt; &quot;We had a beautiful time on that lake. He liked to read clouds. Did I tell you about that? He reads clouds.&quot; &quot;You told me.&quot; I finished the coffee. &quot;The summer
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;90&lt;/b&gt; seems very far away.&quot; He was quiet. &quot;It is far away,&quot; I said. I put the empty coffee cup on the floor and leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;95&lt;/b&gt; could not stop thinking about Michael....There was the cove and the smooth shallow water with the tall trees of the shoreline breaking the force of the wind and Michael lying on his back reading the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;100&lt;/b&gt; clouds. There was the cove and the birds  high overhead and the clouds white against  the deep blue of the sky and the whisper of  the wind through the trees, a loud  whisper...and I saw Michael standing up in
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;105&lt;/b&gt; the roller coaster, his face to the wind...and  the sensation of dropping into the night.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
Which of the following best expresses Danny&apos;s meaning when he says that &quot;He doesn&apos;t do anything.&quot; (line 47).</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>how long Danny will be allowed to continue working with Michael.</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>how long Danny is available to visit with the speaker.</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>how long Michael has been in therapy.</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>how much longer Danny will be in graduate school.</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Reading</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>A</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>PROSE FICTION: This passage is excerpted from The Promise(1969) by Chaim Potok.
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
It was cold and an icy wind that blewalong Broadway and up through the narrowside street where Danny lived, a fierce windthat came off the river, which I could not see
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; for the darkness. The house was small, threestories, red brick, and old, very old. Fiveworn, stone stairs, a badly fitting woodendoor, a tiny overheated foyer withmailboxes, buttons, and nameplates. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; pressed the button over the name Saunders. There was a loud answering buzz. I pushed open the heavy inner door and started up the steep, carpeted, narrow staircase. The door closed with a loud click. It was a little
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt; before eight o&apos;clock. Someone inside the house was frying bacon. The staircase was poorly lighted; the carpet was worn. It was a long climb up to the third floor. Danny was waiting for me in his
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;20&lt;/b&gt; doorway. He had on a dark woolen sweater and dark trousers. There was a skullcap on his head. His face was pale and he blinked at me wearily from behind his black shell- rimmed glasses.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;25&lt;/b&gt; &quot;How are you, Danny? How are you really?&quot; &quot;Tired.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re always tired. Whenever I see you you&apos;re tired.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;30&lt;/b&gt; &quot;It&apos;s the occupational disease of graduate school.&quot; &quot;How is Rachel?&quot; &quot;Rachel is fine.&quot; He sat down on the chair in front of
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;35&lt;/b&gt; the desk and did not look at me. &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said. He picked up his coffee cup, sipped some coffee, and put it back down on the desk.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;40&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Michael is very sick.&quot; &quot;Thanks. Now tell me something about Michael I don&apos;t already know.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re angry,&quot; he said. &quot;I can&apos;t talk to you when you&apos;re angry.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;45&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said quietly. &quot;What does he do?&quot; &quot;He doesn&apos;t do anything. He comes into a therapy session and just sits there. Or he spouts dreams and fantasies that are
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;50&lt;/b&gt; absolute lies. He won&apos;t cooperate at all.&quot; &quot;Are you taking over the therapy?&quot; &quot;Yes. They&apos;re willing to try almost anything now. It&apos;s very serious with Michael.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;55&lt;/b&gt; I found I could not stop thinking about Michael. There was the lake again and Michael&apos;s thin body near the center board of the sailfish and the gusting winds and the clouds scudding smoothly across the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;60&lt;/b&gt; sky. &quot;There have been fist fights. Between Michael and some of the other boys.&quot; &quot;Fist fights,&quot; I said. I could not
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;65&lt;/b&gt; imagine Michael in a fist fight. &quot;He kicked a boy in the groin. During a lunch hour. He pushed him out of the chair and kicked him&quot;. &quot;How much time do you have?&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;70&lt;/b&gt; &quot;A month. Two months. It depends on whether there&apos;s any kind of progress&quot;. &quot;What if there&apos;s no progress, Danny?&quot; He glanced down at his desk and
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;75&lt;/b&gt; said nothing. &quot;Will he have to be institutionalized?&quot; I said. He did not say anything. &quot;My God,&quot; I said. &quot;My God....All
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;80&lt;/b&gt; because of a stupid carnival.&quot; He looked at me. &quot;Michael was sick long before that carnival. Crooks at carnivals don&apos;t make people sick. You have to be sick already to be affected that way.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;85&lt;/b&gt; &quot;We had a beautiful time on that lake. He liked to read clouds. Did I tell you about that? He reads clouds.&quot; &quot;You told me.&quot; I finished the coffee. &quot;The summer
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;90&lt;/b&gt; seems very far away.&quot; He was quiet. &quot;It is far away,&quot; I said. I put the empty coffee cup on the floor and leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;95&lt;/b&gt; could not stop thinking about Michael....There was the cove and the smooth shallow water with the tall trees of the shoreline breaking the force of the wind and Michael lying on his back reading the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;100&lt;/b&gt; clouds. There was the cove and the birds  high overhead and the clouds white against  the deep blue of the sky and the whisper of  the wind through the trees, a loud  whisper...and I saw Michael standing up in
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;105&lt;/b&gt; the roller coaster, his face to the wind...and  the sensation of dropping into the night.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
When the speaker asks Danny, &quot;How much time do you have?&quot; (line 69), he is referring to:</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>Danny looks fatigued, as the speaker had expected.</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>The speaker is surprised by how exhausted Danny looks.</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>The speaker is amazed that Danny appears well-rested, even though he claims to be tired.</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>The speaker is relieved that Danny looks much healthier than he did the last time they met.</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Reading</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>A</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>PROSE FICTION: This passage is excerpted from The Promise(1969) by Chaim Potok.
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
It was cold and an icy wind that blewalong Broadway and up through the narrowside street where Danny lived, a fierce windthat came off the river, which I could not see
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; for the darkness. The house was small, threestories, red brick, and old, very old. Fiveworn, stone stairs, a badly fitting woodendoor, a tiny overheated foyer withmailboxes, buttons, and nameplates. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; pressed the button over the name Saunders. There was a loud answering buzz. I pushed open the heavy inner door and started up the steep, carpeted, narrow staircase. The door closed with a loud click. It was a little
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt; before eight o&apos;clock. Someone inside the house was frying bacon. The staircase was poorly lighted; the carpet was worn. It was a long climb up to the third floor. Danny was waiting for me in his
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;20&lt;/b&gt; doorway. He had on a dark woolen sweater and dark trousers. There was a skullcap on his head. His face was pale and he blinked at me wearily from behind his black shell- rimmed glasses.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;25&lt;/b&gt; &quot;How are you, Danny? How are you really?&quot; &quot;Tired.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re always tired. Whenever I see you you&apos;re tired.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;30&lt;/b&gt; &quot;It&apos;s the occupational disease of graduate school.&quot; &quot;How is Rachel?&quot; &quot;Rachel is fine.&quot; He sat down on the chair in front of
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;35&lt;/b&gt; the desk and did not look at me. &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said. He picked up his coffee cup, sipped some coffee, and put it back down on the desk.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;40&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Michael is very sick.&quot; &quot;Thanks. Now tell me something about Michael I don&apos;t already know.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re angry,&quot; he said. &quot;I can&apos;t talk to you when you&apos;re angry.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;45&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said quietly. &quot;What does he do?&quot; &quot;He doesn&apos;t do anything. He comes into a therapy session and just sits there. Or he spouts dreams and fantasies that are
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;50&lt;/b&gt; absolute lies. He won&apos;t cooperate at all.&quot; &quot;Are you taking over the therapy?&quot; &quot;Yes. They&apos;re willing to try almost anything now. It&apos;s very serious with Michael.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;55&lt;/b&gt; I found I could not stop thinking about Michael. There was the lake again and Michael&apos;s thin body near the center board of the sailfish and the gusting winds and the clouds scudding smoothly across the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;60&lt;/b&gt; sky. &quot;There have been fist fights. Between Michael and some of the other boys.&quot; &quot;Fist fights,&quot; I said. I could not
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;65&lt;/b&gt; imagine Michael in a fist fight. &quot;He kicked a boy in the groin. During a lunch hour. He pushed him out of the chair and kicked him&quot;. &quot;How much time do you have?&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;70&lt;/b&gt; &quot;A month. Two months. It depends on whether there&apos;s any kind of progress&quot;. &quot;What if there&apos;s no progress, Danny?&quot; He glanced down at his desk and
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;75&lt;/b&gt; said nothing. &quot;Will he have to be institutionalized?&quot; I said. He did not say anything. &quot;My God,&quot; I said. &quot;My God....All
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;80&lt;/b&gt; because of a stupid carnival.&quot; He looked at me. &quot;Michael was sick long before that carnival. Crooks at carnivals don&apos;t make people sick. You have to be sick already to be affected that way.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;85&lt;/b&gt; &quot;We had a beautiful time on that lake. He liked to read clouds. Did I tell you about that? He reads clouds.&quot; &quot;You told me.&quot; I finished the coffee. &quot;The summer
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;90&lt;/b&gt; seems very far away.&quot; He was quiet. &quot;It is far away,&quot; I said. I put the empty coffee cup on the floor and leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;95&lt;/b&gt; could not stop thinking about Michael....There was the cove and the smooth shallow water with the tall trees of the shoreline breaking the force of the wind and Michael lying on his back reading the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;100&lt;/b&gt; clouds. There was the cove and the birds  high overhead and the clouds white against  the deep blue of the sky and the whisper of  the wind through the trees, a loud  whisper...and I saw Michael standing up in
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;105&lt;/b&gt; the roller coaster, his face to the wind...and  the sensation of dropping into the night.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
Which of the following best describes the speaker&apos;s impression of Danny when the speaker first sees him?</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>the speaker&apos;s repeated physical abuse.</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>the fact that the speaker is talking too loudly to hear anything that Danny says.</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>the speaker&apos;s ignorance of the details regarding Michael&apos;s condition.</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>the speaker&apos;s sarcasm in the previous line.</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Reading</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>D</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>PROSE FICTION: This passage is excerpted from The Promise(1969) by Chaim Potok.
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
It was cold and an icy wind that blewalong Broadway and up through the narrowside street where Danny lived, a fierce windthat came off the river, which I could not see
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; for the darkness. The house was small, threestories, red brick, and old, very old. Fiveworn, stone stairs, a badly fitting woodendoor, a tiny overheated foyer withmailboxes, buttons, and nameplates. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; pressed the button over the name Saunders. There was a loud answering buzz. I pushed open the heavy inner door and started up the steep, carpeted, narrow staircase. The door closed with a loud click. It was a little
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt; before eight o&apos;clock. Someone inside the house was frying bacon. The staircase was poorly lighted; the carpet was worn. It was a long climb up to the third floor. Danny was waiting for me in his
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;20&lt;/b&gt; doorway. He had on a dark woolen sweater and dark trousers. There was a skullcap on his head. His face was pale and he blinked at me wearily from behind his black shell- rimmed glasses.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;25&lt;/b&gt; &quot;How are you, Danny? How are you really?&quot; &quot;Tired.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re always tired. Whenever I see you you&apos;re tired.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;30&lt;/b&gt; &quot;It&apos;s the occupational disease of graduate school.&quot; &quot;How is Rachel?&quot; &quot;Rachel is fine.&quot; He sat down on the chair in front of
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;35&lt;/b&gt; the desk and did not look at me. &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said. He picked up his coffee cup, sipped some coffee, and put it back down on the desk.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;40&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Michael is very sick.&quot; &quot;Thanks. Now tell me something about Michael I don&apos;t already know.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re angry,&quot; he said. &quot;I can&apos;t talk to you when you&apos;re angry.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;45&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said quietly. &quot;What does he do?&quot; &quot;He doesn&apos;t do anything. He comes into a therapy session and just sits there. Or he spouts dreams and fantasies that are
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;50&lt;/b&gt; absolute lies. He won&apos;t cooperate at all.&quot; &quot;Are you taking over the therapy?&quot; &quot;Yes. They&apos;re willing to try almost anything now. It&apos;s very serious with Michael.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;55&lt;/b&gt; I found I could not stop thinking about Michael. There was the lake again and Michael&apos;s thin body near the center board of the sailfish and the gusting winds and the clouds scudding smoothly across the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;60&lt;/b&gt; sky. &quot;There have been fist fights. Between Michael and some of the other boys.&quot; &quot;Fist fights,&quot; I said. I could not
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;65&lt;/b&gt; imagine Michael in a fist fight. &quot;He kicked a boy in the groin. During a lunch hour. He pushed him out of the chair and kicked him&quot;. &quot;How much time do you have?&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;70&lt;/b&gt; &quot;A month. Two months. It depends on whether there&apos;s any kind of progress&quot;. &quot;What if there&apos;s no progress, Danny?&quot; He glanced down at his desk and
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;75&lt;/b&gt; said nothing. &quot;Will he have to be institutionalized?&quot; I said. He did not say anything. &quot;My God,&quot; I said. &quot;My God....All
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;80&lt;/b&gt; because of a stupid carnival.&quot; He looked at me. &quot;Michael was sick long before that carnival. Crooks at carnivals don&apos;t make people sick. You have to be sick already to be affected that way.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;85&lt;/b&gt; &quot;We had a beautiful time on that lake. He liked to read clouds. Did I tell you about that? He reads clouds.&quot; &quot;You told me.&quot; I finished the coffee. &quot;The summer
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;90&lt;/b&gt; seems very far away.&quot; He was quiet. &quot;It is far away,&quot; I said. I put the empty coffee cup on the floor and leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;95&lt;/b&gt; could not stop thinking about Michael....There was the cove and the smooth shallow water with the tall trees of the shoreline breaking the force of the wind and Michael lying on his back reading the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;100&lt;/b&gt; clouds. There was the cove and the birds  high overhead and the clouds white against  the deep blue of the sky and the whisper of  the wind through the trees, a loud  whisper...and I saw Michael standing up in
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;105&lt;/b&gt; the roller coaster, his face to the wind...and  the sensation of dropping into the night.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
When Danny tells the speaker, &quot;I can&apos;t talk to you when you&apos;re angry&quot; (lines 43-44), Danny is responding to:</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>old.</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>cold.</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>rundown.</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>dark.</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Reading</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>B</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>PROSE FICTION: This passage is excerpted from The Promise(1969) by Chaim Potok.
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
It was cold and an icy wind that blewalong Broadway and up through the narrowside street where Danny lived, a fierce windthat came off the river, which I could not see
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; for the darkness. The house was small, threestories, red brick, and old, very old. Fiveworn, stone stairs, a badly fitting woodendoor, a tiny overheated foyer withmailboxes, buttons, and nameplates. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; pressed the button over the name Saunders. There was a loud answering buzz. I pushed open the heavy inner door and started up the steep, carpeted, narrow staircase. The door closed with a loud click. It was a little
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt; before eight o&apos;clock. Someone inside the house was frying bacon. The staircase was poorly lighted; the carpet was worn. It was a long climb up to the third floor. Danny was waiting for me in his
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;20&lt;/b&gt; doorway. He had on a dark woolen sweater and dark trousers. There was a skullcap on his head. His face was pale and he blinked at me wearily from behind his black shell- rimmed glasses.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;25&lt;/b&gt; &quot;How are you, Danny? How are you really?&quot; &quot;Tired.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re always tired. Whenever I see you you&apos;re tired.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;30&lt;/b&gt; &quot;It&apos;s the occupational disease of graduate school.&quot; &quot;How is Rachel?&quot; &quot;Rachel is fine.&quot; He sat down on the chair in front of
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;35&lt;/b&gt; the desk and did not look at me. &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said. He picked up his coffee cup, sipped some coffee, and put it back down on the desk.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;40&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Michael is very sick.&quot; &quot;Thanks. Now tell me something about Michael I don&apos;t already know.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re angry,&quot; he said. &quot;I can&apos;t talk to you when you&apos;re angry.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;45&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said quietly. &quot;What does he do?&quot; &quot;He doesn&apos;t do anything. He comes into a therapy session and just sits there. Or he spouts dreams and fantasies that are
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;50&lt;/b&gt; absolute lies. He won&apos;t cooperate at all.&quot; &quot;Are you taking over the therapy?&quot; &quot;Yes. They&apos;re willing to try almost anything now. It&apos;s very serious with Michael.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;55&lt;/b&gt; I found I could not stop thinking about Michael. There was the lake again and Michael&apos;s thin body near the center board of the sailfish and the gusting winds and the clouds scudding smoothly across the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;60&lt;/b&gt; sky. &quot;There have been fist fights. Between Michael and some of the other boys.&quot; &quot;Fist fights,&quot; I said. I could not
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;65&lt;/b&gt; imagine Michael in a fist fight. &quot;He kicked a boy in the groin. During a lunch hour. He pushed him out of the chair and kicked him&quot;. &quot;How much time do you have?&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;70&lt;/b&gt; &quot;A month. Two months. It depends on whether there&apos;s any kind of progress&quot;. &quot;What if there&apos;s no progress, Danny?&quot; He glanced down at his desk and
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;75&lt;/b&gt; said nothing. &quot;Will he have to be institutionalized?&quot; I said. He did not say anything. &quot;My God,&quot; I said. &quot;My God....All
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;80&lt;/b&gt; because of a stupid carnival.&quot; He looked at me. &quot;Michael was sick long before that carnival. Crooks at carnivals don&apos;t make people sick. You have to be sick already to be affected that way.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;85&lt;/b&gt; &quot;We had a beautiful time on that lake. He liked to read clouds. Did I tell you about that? He reads clouds.&quot; &quot;You told me.&quot; I finished the coffee. &quot;The summer
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;90&lt;/b&gt; seems very far away.&quot; He was quiet. &quot;It is far away,&quot; I said. I put the empty coffee cup on the floor and leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;95&lt;/b&gt; could not stop thinking about Michael....There was the cove and the smooth shallow water with the tall trees of the shoreline breaking the force of the wind and Michael lying on his back reading the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;100&lt;/b&gt; clouds. There was the cove and the birds  high overhead and the clouds white against  the deep blue of the sky and the whisper of  the wind through the trees, a loud  whisper...and I saw Michael standing up in
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;105&lt;/b&gt; the roller coaster, his face to the wind...and  the sensation of dropping into the night.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
The speaker&apos;s description indicates that Danny&apos;s building is all of the following EXCEPT:</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>Michael has become very solemn.</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>Michael is very ill.</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>Michael and his girlfriend are deeply committed to one another.</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>the speaker is wrong to make fun of Michael&apos;s condition.</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Reading</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>B</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>PROSE FICTION: This passage is excerpted from The Promise(1969) by Chaim Potok.
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
It was cold and an icy wind that blewalong Broadway and up through the narrowside street where Danny lived, a fierce windthat came off the river, which I could not see
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; for the darkness. The house was small, threestories, red brick, and old, very old. Fiveworn, stone stairs, a badly fitting woodendoor, a tiny overheated foyer withmailboxes, buttons, and nameplates. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; pressed the button over the name Saunders. There was a loud answering buzz. I pushed open the heavy inner door and started up the steep, carpeted, narrow staircase. The door closed with a loud click. It was a little
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt; before eight o&apos;clock. Someone inside the house was frying bacon. The staircase was poorly lighted; the carpet was worn. It was a long climb up to the third floor. Danny was waiting for me in his
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;20&lt;/b&gt; doorway. He had on a dark woolen sweater and dark trousers. There was a skullcap on his head. His face was pale and he blinked at me wearily from behind his black shell- rimmed glasses.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;25&lt;/b&gt; &quot;How are you, Danny? How are you really?&quot; &quot;Tired.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re always tired. Whenever I see you you&apos;re tired.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;30&lt;/b&gt; &quot;It&apos;s the occupational disease of graduate school.&quot; &quot;How is Rachel?&quot; &quot;Rachel is fine.&quot; He sat down on the chair in front of
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;35&lt;/b&gt; the desk and did not look at me. &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said. He picked up his coffee cup, sipped some coffee, and put it back down on the desk.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;40&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Michael is very sick.&quot; &quot;Thanks. Now tell me something about Michael I don&apos;t already know.&quot; &quot;You&apos;re angry,&quot; he said. &quot;I can&apos;t talk to you when you&apos;re angry.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;45&lt;/b&gt; &quot;Tell me about Michael,&quot; I said quietly. &quot;What does he do?&quot; &quot;He doesn&apos;t do anything. He comes into a therapy session and just sits there. Or he spouts dreams and fantasies that are
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;50&lt;/b&gt; absolute lies. He won&apos;t cooperate at all.&quot; &quot;Are you taking over the therapy?&quot; &quot;Yes. They&apos;re willing to try almost anything now. It&apos;s very serious with Michael.&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;55&lt;/b&gt; I found I could not stop thinking about Michael. There was the lake again and Michael&apos;s thin body near the center board of the sailfish and the gusting winds and the clouds scudding smoothly across the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;60&lt;/b&gt; sky. &quot;There have been fist fights. Between Michael and some of the other boys.&quot; &quot;Fist fights,&quot; I said. I could not
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;65&lt;/b&gt; imagine Michael in a fist fight. &quot;He kicked a boy in the groin. During a lunch hour. He pushed him out of the chair and kicked him&quot;. &quot;How much time do you have?&quot;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;70&lt;/b&gt; &quot;A month. Two months. It depends on whether there&apos;s any kind of progress&quot;. &quot;What if there&apos;s no progress, Danny?&quot; He glanced down at his desk and
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;75&lt;/b&gt; said nothing. &quot;Will he have to be institutionalized?&quot; I said. He did not say anything. &quot;My God,&quot; I said. &quot;My God....All
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;80&lt;/b&gt; because of a stupid carnival.&quot; He looked at me. &quot;Michael was sick long before that carnival. Crooks at carnivals don&apos;t make people sick. You have to be sick already to be affected that way.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;85&lt;/b&gt; &quot;We had a beautiful time on that lake. He liked to read clouds. Did I tell you about that? He reads clouds.&quot; &quot;You told me.&quot; I finished the coffee. &quot;The summer
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;90&lt;/b&gt; seems very far away.&quot; He was quiet. &quot;It is far away,&quot; I said. I put the empty coffee cup on the floor and leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. I
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;95&lt;/b&gt; could not stop thinking about Michael....There was the cove and the smooth shallow water with the tall trees of the shoreline breaking the force of the wind and Michael lying on his back reading the
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;100&lt;/b&gt; clouds. There was the cove and the birds  high overhead and the clouds white against  the deep blue of the sky and the whisper of  the wind through the trees, a loud  whisper...and I saw Michael standing up in
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;105&lt;/b&gt; the roller coaster, his face to the wind...and  the sensation of dropping into the night.
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;
When Danny tells the speaker, &quot;It&apos;s very serious with Michael&quot; (lines 53-54), Danny means that:</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>Suspended proteins and organic compounds in large bodies of water</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>Organisms with rapid metabolisms concealed beneath the Martian surface</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>Minute, simple organisms near the Martian poles</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>Non-respiratory microbes trapped in Martian ice deposits.</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Science</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>C</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>The existence of life on other planets is one of the most compelling ideas in science. Mars, the nearest planet to Earth, has been the focus of much speculation in this regard, in fiction and folklore as well as in scientific circles. Two planetary scientists appraise the possibility of the existence of Martian life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Planetary Scientist 1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
The existence of Martian life is quite probable. True, the visions of Martian civilizations entertained by early astronomers, who observed artificial canal systems on Mars, proved false; these &quot;canals&quot; were only illusions produced by flawed telescope lenses. Life, however, can take simpler forms than the humanoid creatures envisioned by early scientists. Although Mars could probably not support large fauna, organisms as complex as bacteria or even small insects are quite plausible. Many environmental factors favor the development of Martian life. Spectrographic analysis has shown the white polar caps of Mars to be large ice deposits, potentially supplying life-supporting water to regions near the Martian poles, as polar ice melts and re-freezes with changing temperatures. Although atmospheric oxygen is extremely thin on Mars, Martian organisms might have correspondingly slow metabolisms, or take advantage of the abundant oxygen trapped in the Martian surface in the form of mineral oxides. Finally, Mars occupies an orbital position similar to that of Earth, thereby benefiting from similar levels of the sunlight which is necessary to life. Water, oxygen, and sunlight are the principle requirements of life as we know it. It is to be expected therefore that life has developed on Mars as on Earth, if only in simpler forms.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Planetary Scientist 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Those who hope someday to discover alien life on Mars are sadly misguided. To begin with, the red planet&apos;s atmosphere is too thin to suppoorb a large proportion of stellar radiation as Earth&apos;s atmosphere does, with the result that the daylight surface of Mars is constantly bombarded by deadly ultraviolet radiation from the sun and other cosmic sources. Temperature stabilization, another function of atmosphere, is lacking on Mars, so that the surface temperature varies within a range of 200 degrees Fahrenheit from day to night: a torturous environment for life.
Living organisms also require an environment rich in organic compounds. The ideal circumstances for the origination of life include a kind of organic soup in which simple compounds may combine to form proteins, which are the building blocks of life. These compounds should ideally be suspended in water, to permit them to circulate and combine more readily. The Martian surface is largely devoid of organic compounds, as well as the moisture which encourages microscopic life. Given its poverty of oxygen, its organically poor soil and its high levels of solar radiation, Mars is an unlikely home for life of any kind.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
If the theory of Planetary Scientist 1 is correct, and life does exist on Mars, which of the following forms would this life be expected to take?</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>Water-dwelling microbes with extremely slow metabolisms</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>Bacteria which can extract oxygen from mineral compounds</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>Microbes which flourish in constant high temperatures</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>Bacteria which perish in the presence of moisture</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Science</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>B</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>The existence of life on other planets is one of the most compelling ideas in science. Mars, the nearest planet to Earth, has been the focus of much speculation in this regard, in fiction and folklore as well as in scientific circles. Two planetary scientists appraise the possibility of the existence of Martian life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Planetary Scientist 1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
The existence of Martian life is quite probable. True, the visions of Martian civilizations entertained by early astronomers, who observed artificial canal systems on Mars, proved false; these &quot;canals&quot; were only illusions produced by flawed telescope lenses. Life, however, can take simpler forms than the humanoid creatures envisioned by early scientists. Although Mars could probably not support large fauna, organisms as complex as bacteria or even small insects are quite plausible. Many environmental factors favor the development of Martian life. Spectrographic analysis has shown the white polar caps of Mars to be large ice deposits, potentially supplying life-supporting water to regions near the Martian poles, as polar ice melts and re-freezes with changing temperatures. Although atmospheric oxygen is extremely thin on Mars, Martian organisms might have correspondingly slow metabolisms, or take advantage of the abundant oxygen trapped in the Martian surface in the form of mineral oxides. Finally, Mars occupies an orbital position similar to that of Earth, thereby benefiting from similar levels of the sunlight which is necessary to life. Water, oxygen, and sunlight are the principle requirements of life as we know it. It is to be expected therefore that life has developed on Mars as on Earth, if only in simpler forms.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Planetary Scientist 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Those who hope someday to discover alien life on Mars are sadly misguided. To begin with, the red planet&apos;s atmosphere is too thin to support respiration. More importantly, the sparse Martian atmosphere fails to absorb a large proportion of stellar radiation as Earth&apos;s atmosphere does, with the result that the daylight surface of Mars is constantly bombarded by deadly ultraviolet radiation from the sun and other cosmic sources. Temperature stabilization, another function of atmosphere, is lacking on Mars, so that the surface temperature varies within a range of 200 degrees Fahrenheit from day to night: a torturous environment for life.
Living organisms also require an environment rich in organic compounds. The ideal circumstances for the origination of life include a kind of organic soup in which simple compounds may combine to form proteins, which are the building blocks of life. These compounds should ideally be suspended in water, to permit them to circulate and combine more readily. The Martian surface is largely devoid of organic compounds, as well as the moisture which encourages microscopic life. Given its poverty of oxygen, its organically poor soil and its high levels of solar radiation, Mars is an unlikely home for life of any kind.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Which of the following, if discovered, would most effectively weaken the theory of Planetary Scientist 2?</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>the existence of life depends on the presence of oxygen.</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>cosmic radiation is harmful to most forms of life.</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>the environment of Mars is comparable to that of Earth.</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>there is enough oxygen on Mars to support life.</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Science</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>A</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>The existence of life on other planets is one of the most compelling ideas in science. Mars, the nearest planet to Earth, has been the focus of much speculation in this regard, in fiction and folklore as well as in scientific circles. Two planetary scientists appraise the possibility of the existence of Martian life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Planetary Scientist 1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
The existence of Martian life is quite probable. True, the visions of Martian civilizations entertained by early astronomers, who observed artificial canal systems on Mars, proved false; these &quot;canals&quot; were only illusions produced by flawed telescope lenses. Life, however, can take simpler forms than the humanoid creatures envisioned by early scientists. Although Mars could probably not support large fauna, organisms as complex as bacteria or even small insects are quite plausible. Many environmental factors favor the development of Martian life. Spectrographic analysis has shown the white polar caps of Mars to be large ice deposits, potentially supplying life-supporting water to regions near the Martian poles, as polar ice melts and re-freezes with changing temperatures. Although atmospheric oxygen is extremely thin on Mars, Martian organisms might have correspondingly slow metabolisms, or take advantage of the abundant oxygen trapped in the Martian surface in the form of mineral oxides. Finally, Mars occupies an orbital position similar to that of Earth, thereby benefiting from similar levels of the sunlight which is necessary to life. Water, oxygen, and sunlight are the principle requirements of life as we know it. It is to be expected therefore that life has developed on Mars as on Earth, if only in simpler forms.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Planetary Scientist 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Those who hope someday to discover alien life on Mars are sadly misguided. To begin with, the red planet&apos;s atmosphere is too thin to support respiration. More importantly, the sparse Martian atmosphere fails to absorb a large proportion of stellar radiation as Earth&apos;s atmosphere does, with the result that the daylight surface of Mars is constantly bombarded by deadly ultraviolet radiation from the sun and other cosmic sources. Temperature stabilization, another function of atmosphere, is lacking on Mars, so that the surface temperature varies within a range of 200 degrees Fahrenheit from day to night: a torturous environment for life.
Living organisms also require an environment rich in organic compounds. The ideal circumstances for the origination of life include a kind of organic soup in which simple compounds may combine to form proteins, which are the building blocks of life. These compounds should ideally be suspended in water, to permit them to circulate and combine more readily. The Martian surface is largely devoid of organic compounds, as well as the moisture which encourages microscopic life. Given its poverty of oxygen, its organically poor soil and its high levels of solar radiation, Mars is an unlikely home for life of any kind.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
An important concept that underlies both scientists&apos; hypotheses is that:</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>The development of microbes which thrive on ultraviolet light</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>An increase in the sun&apos;s radiation which reaches the Earth&apos;s surface</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>A regular fluctuation in temperatures around the Earth</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>Increased levels of organic compounds in the Earth&apos;s oceans</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Science</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>B</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>The existence of life on other planets is one of the most compelling ideas in science. Mars, the nearest planet to Earth, has been the focus of much speculation in this regard, in fiction and folklore as well as in scientific circles. Two planetary scientists appraise the possibility of the existence of Martian life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Planetary Scientist 1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
The existence of Martian life is quite probable. True, the visions of Martian civilizations entertained by early astronomers, who observed artificial canal systems on Mars, proved false; these &quot;canals&quot; were only illusions produced by flawed telescope lenses. Life, however, can take simpler forms than the humanoid creatures envisioned by early scientists. Although Mars could probably not support large fauna, organisms as complex as bacteria or even small insects are quite plausible. Many environmental factors favor the development of Martian life. Spectrographic analysis has shown the white polar caps of Mars to be large ice deposits, potentially supplying life-supporting water to regions near the Martian poles, as polar ice melts and re-freezes with changing temperatures. Although atmospheric oxygen is extremely thin on Mars, Martian organisms might have correspondingly slow metabolisms, or take advantage of the abundant oxygen trapped in the Martian surface in the form of mineral oxides. Finally, Mars occupies an orbital position similar to that of Earth, thereby benefiting from similar levels of the sunlight which is necessary to life. Water, oxygen, and sunlight are the principle requirements of life as we know it. It is to be expected therefore that life has developed on Mars as on Earth, if only in simpler forms.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Planetary Scientist 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Those who hope someday to discover alien life on Mars are sadly misguided. To begin with, the red planet&apos;s atmosphere is too thin to support respiration. More importantly, the sparse Martian atmosphere fails to absorb a large proportion of stellar radiation as Earth&apos;s atmosphere does, with the result that the daylight surface of Mars is constantly bombarded by deadly ultraviolet radiation from the sun and other cosmic sources. Temperature stabilization, another function of atmosphere, is lacking on Mars, so that the surface temperature varies within a range of 200 degrees Fahrenheit from day to night: a torturous environment for life.
Living organisms also require an environment rich in organic compounds. The ideal circumstances for the origination of life include a kind of organic soup in which simple compounds may combine to form proteins, which are the building blocks of life. These compounds should ideally be suspended in water, to permit them to circulate and combine more readily. The Martian surface is largely devoid of organic compounds, as well as the moisture which encourages microscopic life. Given its poverty of oxygen, its organically poor soil and its high levels of solar radiation, Mars is an unlikely home for life of any kind.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Which of the following terrestrial environmental changes would most likely prove harmful to life in Earth?</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>I only</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>I and II only</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>I and III only</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>II and III only</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Science</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>C</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>The existence of life on other planets is one of the most compelling ideas in science. Mars, the nearest planet to Earth, has been the focus of much speculation in this regard, in fiction and folklore as well as in scientific circles. Two planetary scientists appraise the possibility of the existence of Martian life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Planetary Scientist 1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
The existence of Martian life is quite probable. True, the visions of Martian civilizations entertained by early astronomers, who observed artificial canal systems on Mars, proved false; these &quot;canals&quot; were only illusions produced by flawed telescope lenses. Life, however, can take simpler forms than the humanoid creatures envisioned by early scientists. Although Mars could probably not support large fauna, organisms as complex as bacteria or even small insects are quite plausible. Many environmental factors favor the development of Martian life. Spectrographic analysis has shown the white polar caps of Mars to be large ice deposits, potentially supplying life-supporting water to regions near the Martian poles, as polar ice melts and re-freezes with changing temperatures. Although atmospheric oxygen is extremely thin on Mars, Martian organisms might have correspondingly slow metabolisms, or take advantage of the abundant oxygen trapped in the Martian surface in the form of mineral oxides. Finally, Mars occupies an orbital position similar to that of Earth, thereby benefiting from similar levels of the sunlight which is necessary to life. Water, oxygen, and sunlight are the principle requirements of life as we know it. It is to be expected therefore that life has developed on Mars as on Earth, if only in simpler forms.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Planetary Scientist 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Those who hope someday to discover alien life on Mars are sadly misguided. To begin with, the red planet&apos;s atmosphere is too thin to support respiration. More importantly, the sparse Martian atmosphere fails to absorb a large proportion of stellar radiation as Earth&apos;s atmosphere does, with the result that the daylight surface of Mars is constantly bombarded by deadly ultraviolet radiation from the sun and other cosmic sources. Temperature stabilization, another function of atmosphere, is lacking on Mars, so that the surface temperature varies within a range of 200 degrees Fahrenheit from day to night: a torturous environment for life.
Living organisms also require an environment rich in organic compounds. The ideal circumstances for the origination of life include a kind of organic soup in which simple compounds may combine to form proteins, which are the building blocks of life. These compounds should ideally be suspended in water, to permit them to circulate and combine more readily. The Martian surface is largely devoid of organic compounds, as well as the moisture which encourages microscopic life. Given its poverty of oxygen, its organically poor soil and its high levels of solar radiation, Mars is an unlikely home for life of any kind.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
If scientists were to adapt terrestrial bacteria to survive in a Martian environment, which of the following adaptations would be desirable?&lt;br/&gt;
I. An outer coating which blocks large amounts of solar radiation&lt;br/&gt;
II. An accelerated oxygen-based metabolism&lt;br/&gt;
III. The ability to survive consuming only simple proteins&lt;br/&gt;</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>by protesting that oxygen is not necessary to all organisms</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>by explaining that solar radiation can offset the thinness of the atmosphere</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>by indicating the success of undersea organisms on Earth</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>by suggesting that Mars offers other sources of oxygen.</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Science</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>D</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>The existence of life on other planets is one of the most compelling ideas in science. Mars, the nearest planet to Earth, has been the focus of much speculation in this regard, in fiction and folklore as well as in scientific circles. Two planetary scientists appraise the possibility of the existence of Martian life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Planetary Scientist 1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
The existence of Martian life is quite probable. True, the visions of Martian civilizations entertained by early astronomers, who observed artificial canal systems on Mars, proved false; these &quot;canals&quot; were only illusions produced by flawed telescope lenses. Life, however, can take simpler forms than the humanoid creatures envisioned by early scientists. Although Mars could probably not support large fauna, organisms as complex as bacteria or even small insects are quite plausible. Many environmental factors favor the development of Martian life. Spectrographic analysis has shown the white polar caps of Mars to be large ice deposits, potentially supplying life-supporting water to regions near the Martian poles, as polar ice melts and re-freezes with changing temperatures. Although atmospheric oxygen is extremely thin on Mars, Martian organisms might have correspondingly slow metabolisms, or take advantage of the abundant oxygen trapped in the Martian surface in the form of mineral oxides. Finally, Mars occupies an orbital position similar to that of Earth, thereby benefiting from similar levels of the sunlight which is necessary to life. Water, oxygen, and sunlight are the principle requirements of life as we know it. It is to be expected therefore that life has developed on Mars as on Earth, if only in simpler forms.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Planetary Scientist 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Those who hope someday to discover alien life on Mars are sadly misguided. To begin with, the red planet&apos;s atmosphere is too thin to support respiration. More importantly, the sparse Martian atmosphere fails to absorb a large proportion of stellar radiation as Earth&apos;s atmosphere does, with the result that the daylight surface of Mars is constantly bombarded by deadly ultraviolet radiation from the sun and other cosmic sources. Temperature stabilization, another function of atmosphere, is lacking on Mars, so that the surface temperature varies within a range of 200 degrees Fahrenheit from day to night: a torturous environment for life.
Living organisms also require an environment rich in organic compounds. The ideal circumstances for the origination of life include a kind of organic soup in which simple compounds may combine to form proteins, which are the building blocks of life. These compounds should ideally be suspended in water, to permit them to circulate and combine more readily. The Martian surface is largely devoid of organic compounds, as well as the moisture which encourages microscopic life. Given its poverty of oxygen, its organically poor soil and its high levels of solar radiation, Mars is an unlikely home for life of any kind.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
How would Scientist 1 most likely respond to Scientist 2&apos;s claim that the Martian atmosphere is too thin to support respiration?</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>Scientist 1 only.</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>Scientist 2 only.</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>both Scientist 1 and Scientist 2.</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>neither Scientist 1 nor Scientist 2.</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Science</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>C</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>The existence of life on other planets is one of the most compelling ideas in science. Mars, the nearest planet to Earth, has been the focus of much speculation in this regard, in fiction and folklore as well as in scientific circles. Two planetary scientists appraise the possibility of the existence of Martian life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Planetary Scientist 1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
The existence of Martian life is quite probable. True, the visions of Martian civilizations entertained by early astronomers, who observed artificial canal systems on Mars, proved false; these &quot;canals&quot; were only illusions produced by flawed telescope lenses. Life, however, can take simpler forms than the humanoid creatures envisioned by early scientists. Although Mars could probably not support large fauna, organisms as complex as bacteria or even small insects are quite plausible. Many environmental factors favor the development of Martian life. Spectrographic analysis has shown the white polar caps of Mars to be large ice deposits, potentially supplying life-supporting water to regions near the Martian poles, as polar ice melts and re-freezes with changing temperatures. Although atmospheric oxygen is extremely thin on Mars, Martian organisms might have correspondingly slow metabolisms, or take advantage of the abundant oxygen trapped in the Martian surface in the form of mineral oxides. Finally, Mars occupies an orbital position similar to that of Earth, thereby benefiting from similar levels of the sunlight which is necessary to life. Water, oxygen, and sunlight are the principle requirements of life as we know it. It is to be expected therefore that life has developed on Mars as on Earth, if only in simpler forms.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Planetary Scientist 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Those who hope someday to discover alien life on Mars are sadly misguided. To begin with, the red planet&apos;s atmosphere is too thin to support respiration. More importantly, the sparse Martian atmosphere fails to absorb a large proportion of stellar radiation as Earth&apos;s atmosphere does, with the result that the daylight surface of Mars is constantly bombarded by deadly ultraviolet radiation from the sun and other cosmic sources. Temperature stabilization, another function of atmosphere, is lacking on Mars, so that the surface temperature varies within a range of 200 degrees Fahrenheit from day to night: a torturous environment for life.
Living organisms also require an environment rich in organic compounds. The ideal circumstances for the origination of life include a kind of organic soup in which simple compounds may combine to form proteins, which are the building blocks of life. These compounds should ideally be suspended in water, to permit them to circulate and combine more readily. The Martian surface is largely devoid of organic compounds, as well as the moisture which encourages microscopic life. Given its poverty of oxygen, its organically poor soil and its high levels of solar radiation, Mars is an unlikely home for life of any kind.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
New observations indicate the presence of certain chemical compounds in the Martian atmosphere that are known to reflect some of the incoming solar radiation back into space, which results in a lowering of the surface temperature of a planet. Based on the information provided, this finding would most likely weaken the viewpoint(s) of:</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>45</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>75</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>100</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>145</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Math</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>A</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string>The maximum rate for the 15-year-old is 205 and for the 60-year-old is 160, so the difference is 45.</string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>A person&apos;s maximum heart rate can be calculated approximately by subtracting the person&apos;s age from 220. Using this method, what is the difference between the maximum heart rate of a 15-year-old and that of a 60-year-old?</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>$17.80 </string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>$17.64 </string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>$16.20 </string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>$14.40 </string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Math</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>D</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>A regular ticket to Six Flags costs $18, but as a season opening special, tickets are available for a 20% discount. What is the cost of a discounted ticket?</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>30 degrees</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>35 degrees</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>37 degrees</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>143 degrees</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Math</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>C</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string>When parallel lines are crossed by a third line, you should use FRED&apos;S THEOREM: all little angles are equal. So you know that y = 37 degrees.</string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>&lt;img src=&quot;act_math_03.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
In the figure above lines a and b are parallel, and lines c and d are parallel. If angle x = 37 degrees, what is the value of y?</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>2</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>8</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>10</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>14</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Math</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>D</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string>&lt;img src=&quot;act_math_04a.png&quot;&gt; and &lt;img src=&quot;act_math_04b.png&quot;&gt; So 6 + 8 = 14.</string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>&lt;img src=&quot;act_math_04.png&quot;&gt;</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>8</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>4</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>-4</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string> -12</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Math</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>D</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string>Plug in  -2 everywhere you see r, and 1 everywhere you see s in the equation. Careful with those negatives!</string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>What is the value of &lt;img src=&quot;act_math_05.png&quot;&gt; if r = -2 and s= 1? </string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>2</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>4</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>8</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>16</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Math</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>B</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string>Watch your math! If A + B = 12, then C = 16 since there are 28 minutes total. If B + C = 20, B = 4 sinceC = 16.</string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>A certain task has three steps A, B, and C which must be performed in order, one after the next, with no break in between. If steps A and B together take a total of 12 minutes, steps B and C take a total of 20 minutes and the entire task takes a total of 28 minutes, then how many minutes are required to perform step B only?</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>320</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>160</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>40</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>20</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Math</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>C</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>&lt;img src=&quot;act_math_07.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In the figure above, lines p and q are parallel. Transversal r intersects both p and q as shown. What is the sum of the measures of angle a and angle b?</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string>2 by 20</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>4 by 10</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>5 by 8</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>5 by 9</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Math</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>C</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>If a rectangle&apos;s width is 3 centimeters shorter than its length, and its area is 40, what are its dimensions?</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string> -4</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string>-1</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>0</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>4</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Math</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>C</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>&lt;img src=&quot;act_math_09.png&quot;&gt;</string>
	</dict>
	<dict>
		<key>answerA</key>
		<string> -33</string>
		<key>answerB</key>
		<string> -9</string>
		<key>answerC</key>
		<string>21</string>
		<key>answerD</key>
		<string>35</string>
		<key>category</key>
		<string>ACT Math</string>
		<key>correctAnswer</key>
		<string>C</string>
		<key>explanation</key>
		<string></string>
		<key>question</key>
		<string>What is the value of &lt;img src=&quot;act_math_10.png&quot;&gt; when x = 3?</string>
	</dict>
</array>
</plist>