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2020 Term2 Week8 Test

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2020 Term2 Week8 Test
A Theory of Humorism
Ancient Greek doctors relied heavily on the theory of humorism, a belief that the body
was essentially balanced by four substances known as humors and that any ailment was
simply the result of an imbalance of these humors. The four substances—black bile, yellow
bile, phlegm, and blood—were all found in the body, and each was associated with a
different element—air, fire, earth, and water, respectively; too much of one would cause
disease. An excess of black bile in your body, for instance, meant you were melancholic; too
much blood made you amorous and sanguine. While it is easy today to sneer at such
beliefs, theories like this one, though ludicrous, matter historically. The beauty of the ancient
wisdom is not that it was actually wise but that the logic behind it opened the door for future
scientific inquiry. Thus, while my cough might not be caused by a lack of blood, I can thank
Hippocrates and his cohorts for encouraging later doctors to find the actual source of my
cough.
Questions:
1) According to the passage, which of the following correctly matches a humor to its
element?
A. phlegm : fire
B. black bile : water
C. yellow bile : fire
D. blood : earth
E. yellow bile : water
2) As used near the end of the passage, the phrase "sneer at" most nearly means
A. deplore
B. deride
C. debunk
D. decline
E. debase
3) It can be inferred from the passage that Hippocrates was
A. an ancient philosopher
B. a disease researcher
C. a modern humanist
D. a Greek physician
E. a medical doctor
4) Which of the following would be the most appropriate subtitle for this passage?
A. Ancient Humor, Modern Applications
B. Greek Philosophy and the Origin of Science
C. The Humorists and the Scientists
D. Imbalanced Body, Unbalanced Mind
E. The Humors and Why They Matter
2. Your Opinion
To the Editor,
So G. Kingly (14/3/06) feels an airport in Greensfield is a great idea. Funnily enough he doesn’t live
in Greensfield and since he, in Hefferville, is over 90 kms away, no doubt it does suit him. Those of
us right net door to the latest proposal site do not want it!
No mention of any airport was ever made before last Tuesday and those of us living here make
sacrifices for the rural tranquillity. Why should we cop the tab for city problems? We are not the
high-flyers who use airports. Most of us would be lucky to board a plane once every couple of
years!
Yes, it is not as densely populated as other areas but neither do we have the city-slicker’s flash
services. There is little public transport (two buses a day on the one road that has a service), few
restaurants (we do have a takeaway fish and chip shop), no theatres or cinemas (although we do
have a swing in the local park) and no department stores. We don’t complain. We understand you
can’t have your cake and eat it too. It’s the city that needs the airport so it must wear the
discomfort of it!
But we are not too worried. Since the fog is so thick here most days from March to September
and the quickest route to town take s over 90 minutes, it’s a proposal that reeks of desperation.
But all you city NIMBs who are so ready to wish your problems away don’t look to us who have
nothing to do with them.
CBDEA
S. French
Greensfield
Long response question:
The Writer of this text aims to persuade the readers that an airport at Greenfield is not a good
idea.
How effective is this text in achieving this? A4 350-500 words
Or you can choose this topic: A4 350words_500words
Write about a time when someone told you something about yourself that changed your
perspective.
When I was a child, I was always the one who volunteered to do everything first. That changed when
I had my near-death experience. I nearly dropped into a hole, never to be seen again. Although the
incident did not dramatically change my perception but it has left me with uncertainty about acting
without thinking first.
It was a beautiful morning on this day. Birds chirping, squirrels running around, and kids screaming
and laughing as they played games under the sun. I stepped out of the house into a beautiful shade
of red and brown. The brisk cool breeze blew as I stood and watch the leaves falling. I walked over to
the car as the sound of leaves crunching beneath my feet. My father strolled out, jingling the keys in
his hand. We were on our way to see our beloved grandpa. When we reached grandpa's house, my
father walked up into the house. I was left outside to find something interesting to do. I wandered
around to the side of the house where I spotted a pile of leaves. Then for some reason I readied
myself for jumping, bending my knees slightly , a push of my leg muscles and I was airborne heading
toward the pile of leaves.
To my surprise as I was landing, the pile of leaves gave way to emptiness. There was no solid ground
to land on. My arms flailed around seeking to grab onto anything. After what seemed like hours, one
of my hands finally landed to some nearby pole. My other hand gripped at a patch of weeds. As I
hanged unstably above my doom, my thoughts turned into spikes that would eagerly embrace me if
I were to fall. I decided to use what little strength I had to pull myself out. My feet searched for
anything to get leverage on. Here I couldn’t remember to as why I didn’t call for help.
At last, after what seemed like an eternity-it might have been a few minutes I managed to drag my
body out. I crashed onto the ground; all strength had left me. Gasping for air as I struggled to stand
to look at the hole that nearly took my life away from me. Back then, I did not know how the leaves
held itself up when nothing was supporting them. I stood; knees slightly shaken. I could now see that
the hole was a tunnel. As I peeked into the tunnel, I expected nothing but darkness instead a flicker
of light greeted me. It was my dad, a man of perfect timing appeared on the porch. He signalled me
onto the car. On the ride home, I told him about the incident that had happened. I was expecting a
serious response but instead my dad was dying of laughter
Apparently it was a trick set up by my dad. Now whenever I think of doing something reckless or
stupid, I always remember back to that event of my childhood. If it could end up with me regretting
my actions then it's probably best not to do it.
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