SSC Selection Post 2020 Higher Secondary Level Question Paper (06 Nov, 2020) (Shift 3)

Directions: Read the given passage and answer the questions that follow.
The small Texas school that I went to had a tradition carried out every year during the eighth-grade graduation: a beautiful gold and green jacket (the school colours) was awarded to the student who had maintained the grade for eight years.
The scholarship jacket — a beautiful gold and green jacket had a big gold S on the left front side and your name written in gold letters on the pocket. My oldest sister, Rosie, had won the jacket a few years back, and I fully expected to also. I had been a straight ‘A’ student since the first grade and in the eighth grade had looked forward very much to own that jacket.
My father was a farm labourer who couldn’t earn enough money to feed eight children, so when I was six I was given to my grandparents to raise. We couldn’t participate in sports at school because there were registration fees, uniform costs, and trips out of town; so, even though our family was quite agile and athletic there would never be a school sports jacket for us. This one, the scholarship jacket, was our only chance. Another hour of sweating in basketball was coming up and I was walking up to the gym. Then I remembered my P.E. shorts and I had to walk all the way back and get them. I was almost back at my classroom door when I heard voices raised in anger as if in some sort of argument.
I recognized the voices: Mr. Schmidt, my history teacher, and Mr. Boone, my math teacher, seemed to be arguing about me. I heard them say ‘Martha’ and I couldn’t believe it. “Martha has a straight A-plus average and you know it.” That was Mr. Schmidt and he sounded very angry. “I refuse to do it! I don’t care who Joann’s father is, her grades don’t even begin to compare to Martha’s,” he continued. My heart sank.

Complete the following sentence.
The school honored the best student in eighth grade with:

Directions: Read the given passage and answer the questions that follow.
The small Texas school that I went to had a tradition carried out every year during the eighth-grade graduation: a beautiful gold and green jacket (the school colours) was awarded to the student who had maintained the grade for eight years.
The scholarship jacket — a beautiful gold and green jacket had a big gold S on the left front side and your name written in gold letters on the pocket. My oldest sister, Rosie, had won the jacket a few years back, and I fully expected to also. I had been a straight ‘A’ student since the first grade and in the eighth grade had looked forward very much to own that jacket.
My father was a farm labourer who couldn’t earn enough money to feed eight children, so when I was six I was given to my grandparents to raise. We couldn’t participate in sports at school because there were registration fees, uniform costs, and trips out of town; so, even though our family was quite agile and athletic there would never be a school sports jacket for us. This one, the scholarship jacket, was our only chance. Another hour of sweating in basketball was coming up and I was walking up to the gym. Then I remembered my P.E. shorts and I had to walk all the way back and get them. I was almost back at my classroom door when I heard voices raised in anger as if in some sort of argument.
I recognized the voices: Mr. Schmidt, my history teacher, and Mr. Boone, my math teacher, seemed to be arguing about me. I heard them say ‘Martha’ and I couldn’t believe it. “Martha has a straight A-plus average and you know it.” That was Mr. Schmidt and he sounded very angry. “I refuse to do it! I don’t care who Joann’s father is, her grades don’t even begin to compare to Martha’s,” he continued. My heart sank.

Complete the following sentence.
The narrator was brought up by her:

Directions: Read the given passage and answer the questions that follow.
The small Texas school that I went to had a tradition carried out every year during the eighth-grade graduation: a beautiful gold and green jacket (the school colours) was awarded to the student who had maintained the grade for eight years.
The scholarship jacket — a beautiful gold and green jacket had a big gold S on the left front side and your name written in gold letters on the pocket. My oldest sister, Rosie, had won the jacket a few years back, and I fully expected to also. I had been a straight ‘A’ student since the first grade and in the eighth grade had looked forward very much to own that jacket.
My father was a farm labourer who couldn’t earn enough money to feed eight children, so when I was six I was given to my grandparents to raise. We couldn’t participate in sports at school because there were registration fees, uniform costs, and trips out of town; so, even though our family was quite agile and athletic there would never be a school sports jacket for us. This one, the scholarship jacket, was our only chance. Another hour of sweating in basketball was coming up and I was walking up to the gym. Then I remembered my P.E. shorts and I had to walk all the way back and get them. I was almost back at my classroom door when I heard voices raised in anger as if in some sort of argument.
I recognized the voices: Mr. Schmidt, my history teacher, and Mr. Boone, my math teacher, seemed to be arguing about me. I heard them say ‘Martha’ and I couldn’t believe it. “Martha has a straight A-plus average and you know it.” That was Mr. Schmidt and he sounded very angry. “I refuse to do it! I don’t care who Joann’s father is, her grades don’t even begin to compare to Martha’s,” he continued. My heart sank.

Which of the following statements are true?
a) Grandfather was a farm labourer
b) Father couldn’t earn enough money to feed eight
c) The family could not pay for sports activities
d) The family was small
e) Martha was a bright student

Directions: Read the given passage and answer the questions that follow.
The small Texas school that I went to had a tradition carried out every year during the eighth-grade graduation: a beautiful gold and green jacket (the school colours) was awarded to the student who had maintained the grade for eight years.
The scholarship jacket — a beautiful gold and green jacket had a big gold S on the left front side and your name written in gold letters on the pocket. My oldest sister, Rosie, had won the jacket a few years back, and I fully expected to also. I had been a straight ‘A’ student since the first grade and in the eighth grade had looked forward very much to own that jacket.
My father was a farm labourer who couldn’t earn enough money to feed eight children, so when I was six I was given to my grandparents to raise. We couldn’t participate in sports at school because there were registration fees, uniform costs, and trips out of town; so, even though our family was quite agile and athletic there would never be a school sports jacket for us. This one, the scholarship jacket, was our only chance. Another hour of sweating in basketball was coming up and I was walking up to the gym. Then I remembered my P.E. shorts and I had to walk all the way back and get them. I was almost back at my classroom door when I heard voices raised in anger as if in some sort of argument.
I recognized the voices: Mr. Schmidt, my history teacher, and Mr. Boone, my math teacher, seemed to be arguing about me. I heard them say ‘Martha’ and I couldn’t believe it. “Martha has a straight A-plus average and you know it.” That was Mr. Schmidt and he sounded very angry. “I refuse to do it! I don’t care who Joann’s father is, her grades don’t even begin to compare to Martha’s,” he continued. My heart sank.

The narrator says, “I looked forward very much to owning that jacket,” because:

Directions: Read the given passage and answer the questions that follow.
The small Texas school that I went to had a tradition carried out every year during the eighth-grade graduation: a beautiful gold and green jacket (the school colours) was awarded to the student who had maintained the grade for eight years.
The scholarship jacket — a beautiful gold and green jacket had a big gold S on the left front side and your name written in gold letters on the pocket. My oldest sister, Rosie, had won the jacket a few years back, and I fully expected to also. I had been a straight ‘A’ student since the first grade and in the eighth grade had looked forward very much to own that jacket.
My father was a farm labourer who couldn’t earn enough money to feed eight children, so when I was six I was given to my grandparents to raise. We couldn’t participate in sports at school because there were registration fees, uniform costs, and trips out of town; so, even though our family was quite agile and athletic there would never be a school sports jacket for us. This one, the scholarship jacket, was our only chance. Another hour of sweating in basketball was coming up and I was walking up to the gym. Then I remembered my P.E. shorts and I had to walk all the way back and get them. I was almost back at my classroom door when I heard voices raised in anger as if in some sort of argument.
I recognized the voices: Mr. Schmidt, my history teacher, and Mr. Boone, my math teacher, seemed to be arguing about me. I heard them say ‘Martha’ and I couldn’t believe it. “Martha has a straight A-plus average and you know it.” That was Mr. Schmidt and he sounded very angry. “I refuse to do it! I don’t care who Joann’s father is, her grades don’t even begin to compare to Martha’s,” he continued. My heart sank.

The narrator’s ‘heart sank’. She was worried because: