English I Quiz 2: 1 December 2024 (September 2024 term)

Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions
“Cuidese! ¡Que le vaya bien!” Juan, a friend and Salvadoran advisor, gave me a warm hug and a customary Salvadoran kiss on the cheek, and then got into his truck with his fifteen-year-old daughter. As I stood waving goodbye on the side of the busy highway, I had to chuckle. I was approaching my fortieth birthday, and had just completed my ninth visit to this tiny Central American nation. I had logged nearly three years of total time living in the country. Nevertheless, Salvadorans still insisted on worrying about me. Juan and his wife Lupe, whose house I had slept in the previous night, feared that I would get lost on the way to the airport. They therefore roused their daughter Lupita at 5:30 in the morning so that Juan could lead me to the familiar Comalapa highway before he took her to school. Juan pulled over to the side of the highway, and I pulled behind him. “Ya ubicaste, ¿verdad?” he had asked. “You know where you’re at now, right?” I assured him that I did, and thanked him sincerely for his extensive collaboration in my research and his extraordinary hospitality during my visit, then watched him drive away.
I got in my rented car and merged onto the highway again. Even at this early hour, El Salvador was alive with activity. Large, brightly painted buses that had once served school children in the United States competed with smaller, faster “microbuses” for the patronage of the Salvadorans waiting along the side of the highway. It was cane season, so huge lumbering trucks loaded with cane stalks—burnt, and then cut by hand with machetes—joined the fray. Small pick-ups with homemade metal fences around the back transported dozens of standing Salvadorans—men, women, and children—to their destinations. Still other small pickups overflowed with nonhuman cargo: coconuts, oranges, bananas, used furniture, bottled water, propane gas, and more. A multiplicity of passenger cars and small motorbikes, often with three or four passengers on one small seat, completed the scene.
(From Women in War by Jocelyn Viterna)

What is the meaning of chuckle?

Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions
“Cuidese! ¡Que le vaya bien!” Juan, a friend and Salvadoran advisor, gave me a warm hug and a customary Salvadoran kiss on the cheek, and then got into his truck with his fifteen-year-old daughter. As I stood waving goodbye on the side of the busy highway, I had to chuckle. I was approaching my fortieth birthday, and had just completed my ninth visit to this tiny Central American nation. I had logged nearly three years of total time living in the country. Nevertheless, Salvadorans still insisted on worrying about me. Juan and his wife Lupe, whose house I had slept in the previous night, feared that I would get lost on the way to the airport. They therefore roused their daughter Lupita at 5:30 in the morning so that Juan could lead me to the familiar Comalapa highway before he took her to school. Juan pulled over to the side of the highway, and I pulled behind him. “Ya ubicaste, ¿verdad?” he had asked. “You know where you’re at now, right?” I assured him that I did, and thanked him sincerely for his extensive collaboration in my research and his extraordinary hospitality during my visit, then watched him drive away.
I got in my rented car and merged onto the highway again. Even at this early hour, El Salvador was alive with activity. Large, brightly painted buses that had once served school children in the United States competed with smaller, faster “microbuses” for the patronage of the Salvadorans waiting along the side of the highway. It was cane season, so huge lumbering trucks loaded with cane stalks—burnt, and then cut by hand with machetes—joined the fray. Small pick-ups with homemade metal fences around the back transported dozens of standing Salvadorans—men, women, and children—to their destinations. Still other small pickups overflowed with nonhuman cargo: coconuts, oranges, bananas, used furniture, bottled water, propane gas, and more. A multiplicity of passenger cars and small motorbikes, often with three or four passengers on one small seat, completed the scene.
(From Women in War by Jocelyn Viterna)

What is the meaning of roused?

Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions
“Cuidese! ¡Que le vaya bien!” Juan, a friend and Salvadoran advisor, gave me a warm hug and a customary Salvadoran kiss on the cheek, and then got into his truck with his fifteen-year-old daughter. As I stood waving goodbye on the side of the busy highway, I had to chuckle. I was approaching my fortieth birthday, and had just completed my ninth visit to this tiny Central American nation. I had logged nearly three years of total time living in the country. Nevertheless, Salvadorans still insisted on worrying about me. Juan and his wife Lupe, whose house I had slept in the previous night, feared that I would get lost on the way to the airport. They therefore roused their daughter Lupita at 5:30 in the morning so that Juan could lead me to the familiar Comalapa highway before he took her to school. Juan pulled over to the side of the highway, and I pulled behind him. “Ya ubicaste, ¿verdad?” he had asked. “You know where you’re at now, right?” I assured him that I did, and thanked him sincerely for his extensive collaboration in my research and his extraordinary hospitality during my visit, then watched him drive away.
I got in my rented car and merged onto the highway again. Even at this early hour, El Salvador was alive with activity. Large, brightly painted buses that had once served school children in the United States competed with smaller, faster “microbuses” for the patronage of the Salvadorans waiting along the side of the highway. It was cane season, so huge lumbering trucks loaded with cane stalks—burnt, and then cut by hand with machetes—joined the fray. Small pick-ups with homemade metal fences around the back transported dozens of standing Salvadorans—men, women, and children—to their destinations. Still other small pickups overflowed with nonhuman cargo: coconuts, oranges, bananas, used furniture, bottled water, propane gas, and more. A multiplicity of passenger cars and small motorbikes, often with three or four passengers on one small seat, completed the scene.
(From Women in War by Jocelyn Viterna)

What is the meaning of collaboration?

Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions
“Cuidese! ¡Que le vaya bien!” Juan, a friend and Salvadoran advisor, gave me a warm hug and a customary Salvadoran kiss on the cheek, and then got into his truck with his fifteen-year-old daughter. As I stood waving goodbye on the side of the busy highway, I had to chuckle. I was approaching my fortieth birthday, and had just completed my ninth visit to this tiny Central American nation. I had logged nearly three years of total time living in the country. Nevertheless, Salvadorans still insisted on worrying about me. Juan and his wife Lupe, whose house I had slept in the previous night, feared that I would get lost on the way to the airport. They therefore roused their daughter Lupita at 5:30 in the morning so that Juan could lead me to the familiar Comalapa highway before he took her to school. Juan pulled over to the side of the highway, and I pulled behind him. “Ya ubicaste, ¿verdad?” he had asked. “You know where you’re at now, right?” I assured him that I did, and thanked him sincerely for his extensive collaboration in my research and his extraordinary hospitality during my visit, then watched him drive away.
I got in my rented car and merged onto the highway again. Even at this early hour, El Salvador was alive with activity. Large, brightly painted buses that had once served school children in the United States competed with smaller, faster “microbuses” for the patronage of the Salvadorans waiting along the side of the highway. It was cane season, so huge lumbering trucks loaded with cane stalks—burnt, and then cut by hand with machetes—joined the fray. Small pick-ups with homemade metal fences around the back transported dozens of standing Salvadorans—men, women, and children—to their destinations. Still other small pickups overflowed with nonhuman cargo: coconuts, oranges, bananas, used furniture, bottled water, propane gas, and more. A multiplicity of passenger cars and small motorbikes, often with three or four passengers on one small seat, completed the scene.
(From Women in War by Jocelyn Viterna)

What is the meaning of hospitality?

Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions
“Cuidese! ¡Que le vaya bien!” Juan, a friend and Salvadoran advisor, gave me a warm hug and a customary Salvadoran kiss on the cheek, and then got into his truck with his fifteen-year-old daughter. As I stood waving goodbye on the side of the busy highway, I had to chuckle. I was approaching my fortieth birthday, and had just completed my ninth visit to this tiny Central American nation. I had logged nearly three years of total time living in the country. Nevertheless, Salvadorans still insisted on worrying about me. Juan and his wife Lupe, whose house I had slept in the previous night, feared that I would get lost on the way to the airport. They therefore roused their daughter Lupita at 5:30 in the morning so that Juan could lead me to the familiar Comalapa highway before he took her to school. Juan pulled over to the side of the highway, and I pulled behind him. “Ya ubicaste, ¿verdad?” he had asked. “You know where you’re at now, right?” I assured him that I did, and thanked him sincerely for his extensive collaboration in my research and his extraordinary hospitality during my visit, then watched him drive away.
I got in my rented car and merged onto the highway again. Even at this early hour, El Salvador was alive with activity. Large, brightly painted buses that had once served school children in the United States competed with smaller, faster “microbuses” for the patronage of the Salvadorans waiting along the side of the highway. It was cane season, so huge lumbering trucks loaded with cane stalks—burnt, and then cut by hand with machetes—joined the fray. Small pick-ups with homemade metal fences around the back transported dozens of standing Salvadorans—men, women, and children—to their destinations. Still other small pickups overflowed with nonhuman cargo: coconuts, oranges, bananas, used furniture, bottled water, propane gas, and more. A multiplicity of passenger cars and small motorbikes, often with three or four passengers on one small seat, completed the scene.
(From Women in War by Jocelyn Viterna)

What is the meaning of overflowed?

Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions
“Cuidese! ¡Que le vaya bien!” Juan, a friend and Salvadoran advisor, gave me a warm hug and a customary Salvadoran kiss on the cheek, and then got into his truck with his fifteen-year-old daughter. As I stood waving goodbye on the side of the busy highway, I had to chuckle. I was approaching my fortieth birthday, and had just completed my ninth visit to this tiny Central American nation. I had logged nearly three years of total time living in the country. Nevertheless, Salvadorans still insisted on worrying about me. Juan and his wife Lupe, whose house I had slept in the previous night, feared that I would get lost on the way to the airport. They therefore roused their daughter Lupita at 5:30 in the morning so that Juan could lead me to the familiar Comalapa highway before he took her to school. Juan pulled over to the side of the highway, and I pulled behind him. “Ya ubicaste, ¿verdad?” he had asked. “You know where you’re at now, right?” I assured him that I did, and thanked him sincerely for his extensive collaboration in my research and his extraordinary hospitality during my visit, then watched him drive away.
I got in my rented car and merged onto the highway again. Even at this early hour, El Salvador was alive with activity. Large, brightly painted buses that had once served school children in the United States competed with smaller, faster “microbuses” for the patronage of the Salvadorans waiting along the side of the highway. It was cane season, so huge lumbering trucks loaded with cane stalks—burnt, and then cut by hand with machetes—joined the fray. Small pick-ups with homemade metal fences around the back transported dozens of standing Salvadorans—men, women, and children—to their destinations. Still other small pickups overflowed with nonhuman cargo: coconuts, oranges, bananas, used furniture, bottled water, propane gas, and more. A multiplicity of passenger cars and small motorbikes, often with three or four passengers on one small seat, completed the scene.
(From Women in War by Jocelyn Viterna)

El Salvador is very quiet and calm in the mornings.

Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions
“Cuidese! ¡Que le vaya bien!” Juan, a friend and Salvadoran advisor, gave me a warm hug and a customary Salvadoran kiss on the cheek, and then got into his truck with his fifteen-year-old daughter. As I stood waving goodbye on the side of the busy highway, I had to chuckle. I was approaching my fortieth birthday, and had just completed my ninth visit to this tiny Central American nation. I had logged nearly three years of total time living in the country. Nevertheless, Salvadorans still insisted on worrying about me. Juan and his wife Lupe, whose house I had slept in the previous night, feared that I would get lost on the way to the airport. They therefore roused their daughter Lupita at 5:30 in the morning so that Juan could lead me to the familiar Comalapa highway before he took her to school. Juan pulled over to the side of the highway, and I pulled behind him. “Ya ubicaste, ¿verdad?” he had asked. “You know where you’re at now, right?” I assured him that I did, and thanked him sincerely for his extensive collaboration in my research and his extraordinary hospitality during my visit, then watched him drive away.
I got in my rented car and merged onto the highway again. Even at this early hour, El Salvador was alive with activity. Large, brightly painted buses that had once served school children in the United States competed with smaller, faster “microbuses” for the patronage of the Salvadorans waiting along the side of the highway. It was cane season, so huge lumbering trucks loaded with cane stalks—burnt, and then cut by hand with machetes—joined the fray. Small pick-ups with homemade metal fences around the back transported dozens of standing Salvadorans—men, women, and children—to their destinations. Still other small pickups overflowed with nonhuman cargo: coconuts, oranges, bananas, used furniture, bottled water, propane gas, and more. A multiplicity of passenger cars and small motorbikes, often with three or four passengers on one small seat, completed the scene.
(From Women in War by Jocelyn Viterna)

There were many vehicles on the road even though it was very early in the morning.

Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions
“Cuidese! ¡Que le vaya bien!” Juan, a friend and Salvadoran advisor, gave me a warm hug and a customary Salvadoran kiss on the cheek, and then got into his truck with his fifteen-year-old daughter. As I stood waving goodbye on the side of the busy highway, I had to chuckle. I was approaching my fortieth birthday, and had just completed my ninth visit to this tiny Central American nation. I had logged nearly three years of total time living in the country. Nevertheless, Salvadorans still insisted on worrying about me. Juan and his wife Lupe, whose house I had slept in the previous night, feared that I would get lost on the way to the airport. They therefore roused their daughter Lupita at 5:30 in the morning so that Juan could lead me to the familiar Comalapa highway before he took her to school. Juan pulled over to the side of the highway, and I pulled behind him. “Ya ubicaste, ¿verdad?” he had asked. “You know where you’re at now, right?” I assured him that I did, and thanked him sincerely for his extensive collaboration in my research and his extraordinary hospitality during my visit, then watched him drive away.
I got in my rented car and merged onto the highway again. Even at this early hour, El Salvador was alive with activity. Large, brightly painted buses that had once served school children in the United States competed with smaller, faster “microbuses” for the patronage of the Salvadorans waiting along the side of the highway. It was cane season, so huge lumbering trucks loaded with cane stalks—burnt, and then cut by hand with machetes—joined the fray. Small pick-ups with homemade metal fences around the back transported dozens of standing Salvadorans—men, women, and children—to their destinations. Still other small pickups overflowed with nonhuman cargo: coconuts, oranges, bananas, used furniture, bottled water, propane gas, and more. A multiplicity of passenger cars and small motorbikes, often with three or four passengers on one small seat, completed the scene.
(From Women in War by Jocelyn Viterna)

How many years had the author spent in El Salvador?

Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions
“Cuidese! ¡Que le vaya bien!” Juan, a friend and Salvadoran advisor, gave me a warm hug and a customary Salvadoran kiss on the cheek, and then got into his truck with his fifteen-year-old daughter. As I stood waving goodbye on the side of the busy highway, I had to chuckle. I was approaching my fortieth birthday, and had just completed my ninth visit to this tiny Central American nation. I had logged nearly three years of total time living in the country. Nevertheless, Salvadorans still insisted on worrying about me. Juan and his wife Lupe, whose house I had slept in the previous night, feared that I would get lost on the way to the airport. They therefore roused their daughter Lupita at 5:30 in the morning so that Juan could lead me to the familiar Comalapa highway before he took her to school. Juan pulled over to the side of the highway, and I pulled behind him. “Ya ubicaste, ¿verdad?” he had asked. “You know where you’re at now, right?” I assured him that I did, and thanked him sincerely for his extensive collaboration in my research and his extraordinary hospitality during my visit, then watched him drive away.
I got in my rented car and merged onto the highway again. Even at this early hour, El Salvador was alive with activity. Large, brightly painted buses that had once served school children in the United States competed with smaller, faster “microbuses” for the patronage of the Salvadorans waiting along the side of the highway. It was cane season, so huge lumbering trucks loaded with cane stalks—burnt, and then cut by hand with machetes—joined the fray. Small pick-ups with homemade metal fences around the back transported dozens of standing Salvadorans—men, women, and children—to their destinations. Still other small pickups overflowed with nonhuman cargo: coconuts, oranges, bananas, used furniture, bottled water, propane gas, and more. A multiplicity of passenger cars and small motorbikes, often with three or four passengers on one small seat, completed the scene.
(From Women in War by Jocelyn Viterna)

What were the large buses on the highway used as earlier?

Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions
“Cuidese! ¡Que le vaya bien!” Juan, a friend and Salvadoran advisor, gave me a warm hug and a customary Salvadoran kiss on the cheek, and then got into his truck with his fifteen-year-old daughter. As I stood waving goodbye on the side of the busy highway, I had to chuckle. I was approaching my fortieth birthday, and had just completed my ninth visit to this tiny Central American nation. I had logged nearly three years of total time living in the country. Nevertheless, Salvadorans still insisted on worrying about me. Juan and his wife Lupe, whose house I had slept in the previous night, feared that I would get lost on the way to the airport. They therefore roused their daughter Lupita at 5:30 in the morning so that Juan could lead me to the familiar Comalapa highway before he took her to school. Juan pulled over to the side of the highway, and I pulled behind him. “Ya ubicaste, ¿verdad?” he had asked. “You know where you’re at now, right?” I assured him that I did, and thanked him sincerely for his extensive collaboration in my research and his extraordinary hospitality during my visit, then watched him drive away.
I got in my rented car and merged onto the highway again. Even at this early hour, El Salvador was alive with activity. Large, brightly painted buses that had once served school children in the United States competed with smaller, faster “microbuses” for the patronage of the Salvadorans waiting along the side of the highway. It was cane season, so huge lumbering trucks loaded with cane stalks—burnt, and then cut by hand with machetes—joined the fray. Small pick-ups with homemade metal fences around the back transported dozens of standing Salvadorans—men, women, and children—to their destinations. Still other small pickups overflowed with nonhuman cargo: coconuts, oranges, bananas, used furniture, bottled water, propane gas, and more. A multiplicity of passenger cars and small motorbikes, often with three or four passengers on one small seat, completed the scene.
(From Women in War by Jocelyn Viterna)

Fill in the blank with the correct answer:
It was ____ season, so huge lumbering trucks loaded with cane stalks—burnt, and then cut by hand with machetes—joined the fray.

Fill in the blanks in List A using the most appropriate verb forms in List B.

Based on the above data answer the given subquestions.

The thief _____ by the time you reach the spot.

Fill in the blanks in List A using the most appropriate verb forms in List B.

Based on the above data answer the given subquestions.

She _____ me even if she were to see me.

Fill in the blanks in List A using the most appropriate verb forms in List B.

Based on the above data answer the given subquestions.

The students _____ ready for the class if attendance was made compulsory.

Fill in the blanks in List A using the most appropriate verb forms in List B.

Based on the above data answer the given subquestions.

They _____ their friends and family for Christmas.

Fill in the blanks in List A using the most appropriate verb forms in List B.

Based on the above data answer the given subquestions.

The children _____ that it was their mother’s birthday.

Read the excerpt given below and fill in the blanks for the given subquestions with the verb forms that best fit the passage from the options provided. Your chosen answer should maintain the tense consistency and the narrative pattern of the excerpt.
A soft melancholy seemed to brood over Shokujo, the daughter of the Sun, but she never [i] _____ of working for the good of others, and especially did she busy herself at her loom; indeed, she came to be called the Weaving Princess.
The Sun [ii] _____ him that if he could give his daughter in marriage, all would be well; her dormant love would be kindled into a flame that [iii] _____ her whole being and drive out the pensive spirit which oppressed her. Kingen was a right honest herdsman who [iv] _____ his cows on the borders of the Heavenly Stream. The Sun-King proposed to bestow his daughter on Kingen. The love that bound Shokujo and Kingen to one another was a great love. With its awakening, Shokujo [v] _____ her former occupations, nor did she any longer labor industriously at the loom, but laughed, and danced, and sang, and made merry from morning till night.
Excerpted from: Old-World Japan: Legends of the Land of the Gods. Retold by Frank Rinder, The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, 2014, p. 67. Project Gutenberg,

Find the appropriate verb form to fill in blank [i].

Read the excerpt given below and fill in the blanks for the given subquestions with the verb forms that best fit the passage from the options provided. Your chosen answer should maintain the tense consistency and the narrative pattern of the excerpt.
A soft melancholy seemed to brood over Shokujo, the daughter of the Sun, but she never [i] _____ of working for the good of others, and especially did she busy herself at her loom; indeed, she came to be called the Weaving Princess.
The Sun [ii] _____ him that if he could give his daughter in marriage, all would be well; her dormant love would be kindled into a flame that [iii] _____ her whole being and drive out the pensive spirit which oppressed her. Kingen was a right honest herdsman who [iv] _____ his cows on the borders of the Heavenly Stream. The Sun-King proposed to bestow his daughter on Kingen. The love that bound Shokujo and Kingen to one another was a great love. With its awakening, Shokujo [v] _____ her former occupations, nor did she any longer labor industriously at the loom, but laughed, and danced, and sang, and made merry from morning till night.
Excerpted from: Old-World Japan: Legends of the Land of the Gods. Retold by Frank Rinder, The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, 2014, p. 67. Project Gutenberg,

Find the appropriate verb form to fill in blank [ii].

Read the excerpt given below and fill in the blanks for the given subquestions with the verb forms that best fit the passage from the options provided. Your chosen answer should maintain the tense consistency and the narrative pattern of the excerpt.
A soft melancholy seemed to brood over Shokujo, the daughter of the Sun, but she never [i] _____ of working for the good of others, and especially did she busy herself at her loom; indeed, she came to be called the Weaving Princess.
The Sun [ii] _____ him that if he could give his daughter in marriage, all would be well; her dormant love would be kindled into a flame that [iii] _____ her whole being and drive out the pensive spirit which oppressed her. Kingen was a right honest herdsman who [iv] _____ his cows on the borders of the Heavenly Stream. The Sun-King proposed to bestow his daughter on Kingen. The love that bound Shokujo and Kingen to one another was a great love. With its awakening, Shokujo [v] _____ her former occupations, nor did she any longer labor industriously at the loom, but laughed, and danced, and sang, and made merry from morning till night.
Excerpted from: Old-World Japan: Legends of the Land of the Gods. Retold by Frank Rinder, The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, 2014, p. 67. Project Gutenberg,

Find the appropriate verb form to fill in blank [iii].

Read the excerpt given below and fill in the blanks for the given subquestions with the verb forms that best fit the passage from the options provided. Your chosen answer should maintain the tense consistency and the narrative pattern of the excerpt.
A soft melancholy seemed to brood over Shokujo, the daughter of the Sun, but she never [i] _____ of working for the good of others, and especially did she busy herself at her loom; indeed, she came to be called the Weaving Princess.
The Sun [ii] _____ him that if he could give his daughter in marriage, all would be well; her dormant love would be kindled into a flame that [iii] _____ her whole being and drive out the pensive spirit which oppressed her. Kingen was a right honest herdsman who [iv] _____ his cows on the borders of the Heavenly Stream. The Sun-King proposed to bestow his daughter on Kingen. The love that bound Shokujo and Kingen to one another was a great love. With its awakening, Shokujo [v] _____ her former occupations, nor did she any longer labor industriously at the loom, but laughed, and danced, and sang, and made merry from morning till night.
Excerpted from: Old-World Japan: Legends of the Land of the Gods. Retold by Frank Rinder, The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, 2014, p. 67. Project Gutenberg,

Find the appropriate verb form to fill in blank [iv].

Read the excerpt given below and fill in the blanks for the given subquestions with the verb forms that best fit the passage from the options provided. Your chosen answer should maintain the tense consistency and the narrative pattern of the excerpt.
A soft melancholy seemed to brood over Shokujo, the daughter of the Sun, but she never [i] _____ of working for the good of others, and especially did she busy herself at her loom; indeed, she came to be called the Weaving Princess.
The Sun [ii] _____ him that if he could give his daughter in marriage, all would be well; her dormant love would be kindled into a flame that [iii] _____ her whole being and drive out the pensive spirit which oppressed her. Kingen was a right honest herdsman who [iv] _____ his cows on the borders of the Heavenly Stream. The Sun-King proposed to bestow his daughter on Kingen. The love that bound Shokujo and Kingen to one another was a great love. With its awakening, Shokujo [v] _____ her former occupations, nor did she any longer labor industriously at the loom, but laughed, and danced, and sang, and made merry from morning till night.
Excerpted from: Old-World Japan: Legends of the Land of the Gods. Retold by Frank Rinder, The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, 2014, p. 67. Project Gutenberg,

Find the appropriate verb form to fill in blank [v].

Everyone __________ busy with work.

Anirban __________his secretary to bring the files up.

Select true/false for the following statement.
The sentence, ‘Ritu watches cartoons every day’ is an example of present continuous tense.

Fill in the blank with future perfect progressive tense form.
I expect Nisha will be tired when she arrives. She ________ for over 18 hours.

Choose the future perfect continuous tense sentence from the following options:

Choose the correct option.
Tomorrow morning, I _______ on a beach somewhere.

Choose the correct option.
Venu has ________ his umbrella.

The word energetic is stressed as ______.

The word cowardice is stressed as ______.

‘The officer will survey the area before he approves the budget.’
Choose the appropriate stress for the usage of the word ‘survey’ in the sentence.

In the plural noun prizes, the plural marker sounds as ________.

In the plural noun gloves, the plural marker sounds as ________.

The plural markers for the words ‘dates’, ‘days’ and ‘months’ are ____.

Which of the following has an aspirated stop?

The /t/ sound in the word humanitarian is _________.

The /p/ sound in the word supplement is _________ .

The sound /t/ in the word cactus is in the initial position of the stressed syllable.

The sound /p/ in the word repulsive is in the initial position of the stressed syllable.

How many syllables are there in the word inauguration?

How many syllables are there in the word dilute?