Tabbed Accordion JCloze exercises

by Stan Bogdanov

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 Part 1 – Listening- Note-taking
  Instructions: Listen and fill in the missing information.

The people of Four Corners lived in (0) North America
Archaeological evidence:
Objects found: (1) pots and tools,
The Region:
Temperature: (2) during the day and (3) below after sunset.
Crops grown: (4) corn and .
Aminals bread: (5)
Population: (6)
Landscape: (7)
Typical dwelling type: (8)
Purpose of keeva rooms: (9)
Peak period: (10)

 Part 2 – Word formation
  Instructions: Read the text below. Use the word given in CAPITALS at the end of each line to form a word that fits in the space in the same line. There is an example at the beginning (0).

Ever wondered whether your eating and drinking habits don’t mean
you are leading an unhealthy, if not downright (0) dangerous life. DANGER
In this age of the Body Beautiful, as most people are becoming
(11) worried about their health and looks, here is a INCREASE
little-known but (12) truth about that favourite drink of many, COMFORT
beer: when taken in moderate quantities, it may actually be good for you.
(In fact, (13) studies have shown that moderate consumption NUMBER
of any alcohol is beneficial to the health.) Besides (14) SUBSTANCE
lowering the risk of heart disease, beer may aid in bone (15) , FORM
as it contains silicon, which helps to build up body mass.
It has also been associated with reduced (16) to insulin and, RESIST
consequently, reduced diabetes risk.
Beer does not contain fat or cholesterol, is low in free sugars and is less
calorific than most soft drinks, its calories coming largely from its alcohol
(17) . And no, it does not make you fat, nor does it give you a CONTAIN
‘beer belly’ – that may come from all the salty, fatty food that usually
(18) beer drinking, especially when in excessive amounts. COMPANY
(Again, according to recent studies, alcohol doesn't really contribute to weight
gain, and in some cases is even associated with weight (19) . LOSE
So, if you like your beer with meals but are afraid this might make you ill or fat,
you are worrying (20) . Remember, however, that the key to NECESSARY
drinking whatever alcohol is moderation – heavy drinking does lead to higher
disease risk.

 Part 3 – Open Cloze
  Instructions: Read the text and fill in the gaps with ONE word only.

     Speed dating is (0) a formalized matchmaking process or dating system (21) purpose is to encourage people to meet a large number of new people.
     The first speed-dating event took (22) at Pete’s Café in Beverly Hills in late 1998, and by 2000, speed dating (23) really taken off in the USA, perhaps boosted by (24) portrayal in shows like Sex and the City as something glamorous people did. Supporters argue (25) speed dating saves time, as most people decide if they are romantically compatible very quickly.
     How is it organized? Men and women are rotated to meet each other over (26) series of short "dates", usually lasting from 3 to 8 minutes. At the end of each interval, the organizer signals the participants to move on to the (27) date. Finally, when the whole event is (28) , participants submit a list of who they (29) like to provide their contact information to. Then, if there is a match, contact information (30) forwarded to both parties.
     These events typically require advance registration and often online prepayment (31) credit card. The gender ratio is (32) vital importance. Some services make use of waitlists to achieve exactly the same number of men and women, while (33) have a more "party" atmosphere and only aim for an approximately matching number.
     There are many speed dating events now in the UK, Canada, and the US. Some organizers offer niche events (34) as nights for graduates only, gays and lesbians, book lovers, ethnic events etc.
     There have (35) several scientific studies of speed dating systems, which have also featured widely in TV programmes and films.

 Part 4 – Reading
  Instructions: Read the text and write A-F for the missing paragraphs. There is one EXTRA paragraph.

A. He was joined by a woman, and the two of them escorted me in a van to a plane waiting on the runway. They chatted and laughed in the front. I sat in the back, in shock. On the plane, my passport was handed to one of the air stewards and given back to me only when we landed in Gatwick.

B. Then he dropped his bombshell. You can't work illegally in America, you'll have to go home on the next plane. I started to cry and couldn't stop. Isn't there anybody else in the airport I could speak to, I pleaded. It was the worst thing I could have said. Ma'am, I am a US immigration officer. There is no one more important than me in this airport.

C. It was a small lie, I thought - in these days of terrorist scares, my crime would be a petty one. I put the form aside and settled back, waiting for the attendants to start bringing the dinner trays. Seeming to sense my anticipation, the man in the seat next to me gave me a tiny smile.

D. I answered all his questions calmly and handed over my bundle of travellers' cheques and a credit card. He barely looked at them. I remember him staring at me intently, without blinking. Then he picked up his telephone.

E. I parroted my answers. I'm staying in their house so I won't need much money. They're friends of the family. It's my summer holiday from university. But for the first time I started to feel afraid. The questions went on and on. We want to search your luggage, he said, and called for more armed support to take me through the airport to the luggage area. People stared as I walked by, flanked by three men with guns. I felt myself sweating.

F. Jet-lagged and disoriented on arrival, I queued at immigration. Person after person handed over their passport and visa and was ushered through. My mind was on other things. I needed to catch a Greyhound bus to Portland and was worrying about finding the bus depot and changing money.

Ruth Quayle, The Guardian, December 8, 2007
I couldn't have looked more innocent when I landed at Boston airport. I was an 18-year-old student and I had paid for a flight to spend my summer holidays in Maine, looking after the children of a family on the coast.

I'd filled in my visa on the plane. The purpose of my visit? Well, I wasn't stupid. Yes, I was going to be earning pocket money, but the family had told me it wasn't necessary to get a work permit. I was on holiday. That's what it felt like. I ticked the box marked Vacation.
I smiled at the man behind the desk when it was finally my turn. He smiled back and went through my papers. Yes, it's my first time in America, I said. I'm very excited, yes. He began to ask more questions. Who are these people you are staying with? How do you know them? How much money do you have for six weeks?
A man with a gun in his belt arrived. I was taken to a side area where he started to question me. He didn't smile. How do you know this family? What are you doing for six weeks? How can you afford to stay in America for that long?
As he took out the contents of my bag, he found my diary and, in it, a letter. He read it once, looked at me, and read it again. He seemed to straighten up, almost to rub his hands with pleasure. You've lied to a US immigration officer. Do you have any idea of the seriousness of that?
I was terrified. The letter was to my mum from friends who lived in the same part of America. It said: "We're so glad Ruth will be working in Maine this summer. We'd love to meet up with her."
The questions started again, but this time I had to stand up with my right hand in the air and promise to tell the "whole truth, nothing but the truth", etc. How many children are there in this family? I couldn't remember, but was now terrified of lying under oath. Four. No, five, I'm not sure, I mumbled.
After much begging, he agreed to let me make some phone calls. I called my parents, but there was nothing they could do at 3am in England. So I called the family in Maine. They said they could get a lawyer to the airport the following morning. It was 9pm. When I asked if I could stay the night, he got angry. Have you not listened to me? You are not allowed on US soil. You are being sent home.
I felt desperately ashamed to tell everyone I was back. To this day I can't work out why I was stopped. The following December I tried to go to America again, to visit a friend in New York. I'd been assured that I wasn't blacklisted, but at Birmingham airport the friendly check-in steward told me that, with my passport, I'd get turned back as soon as I landed. I was on the computers as a deportee. I cancelled my trip. That was 12 years ago. I've travelled to lots of amazing places since, but still haven't been to America. I'd love to get there one day.