Olna Reading Sample Quiz (10 Qs, 15 mins)

Skill: Identifies the correct spelling of words in the correct context.

Which sentence has the underlined word incorrectly spelled?

A. John’s apartment was on the fourth floor.

B. When in a classroom, students need to pay attention.

C. Maria bought a new pair of shoes for the ball.

D. The soldier took one last lingering breth before passing away.

Skill: Comprehends simple, brief texts in highly familiar contexts.

Which is the best way to combine all the information in these following sentences into one sentence?

Tasmania is Australia’s smallest state. 

Tasmania has many different attractions. 

Tasmania’s wildlife is very diverse. 

Skill: Comprehends everyday texts and interpret information in detailed written material.

Read the text below and answer the question that follows.

                                                                                The Good Old Days 

‘I got my driver’s licence when I was 17.’ He smiled at the memory, then a wince. ‘I remember, it was the school dance and I was so pleased because my father agreed to let me take his car. It was a 1951 Chevy Oldsmobile, complete with white wall tyres.’ He turned several pages of the photo album, then pointed: ‘See, there? It was Dad’s pride and joy. I felt so little in such a monstrous car’.

 

‘The night came and I made sure to sound the horn as I approached so that all my mates and their girlfriends could see my triumphant arrival. I was the only one in my group to have a driver’s licence so you can imagine the envy on all their faces!’ He grinned, then as the memory unfolded, rolled his eyes and sighed. ‘I turned into the driveway of a house opposite the hall so that I could show them how skilfully I could reverse back into the street and park’. He began to chuckle as he pointed once more to the faded black and white photo. ‘See there? The front bumper bar curled around the chassis and stuck out a bit. As I carefully reversed, the edge of the bumper bar caught the gatepost of the white picket fence. I didn’t notice because I had my head turned. But everyone else noticed. I heard the cheers and hoots of laughter but still didn’t realise that I was slowly toppling the entire fence.’ Grandpa shook his head ruefully as the embarrassment and shame came flooding back. ‘Never did quite live that one down!’

The story in this text is being told to: 

(second last line)

Skill: Comprehends everyday texts and interpret information in detailed written material.

This text is the same as the one you have just read. This question is different.

       The Good Old Days 

‘I got my driver’s licence when I was 17.’ He smiled at the memory, then a wince. ‘I remember, it was the school dance and I was so pleased because my father agreed to let me take his car. It was a 1951 Chevy Oldsmobile, complete with white wall tyres.’ He turned several pages of the photo album, then pointed: ‘See, there? It was Dad’s pride and joy. I felt so little in such a monstrous car’.

 

‘The night came and I made sure to sound the horn as I approached so that all my mates and their girlfriends could see my triumphant arrival. I was the only one in my group to have a driver’s licence so you can imagine the envy on all their faces!’ He grinned, then as the memory unfolded, rolled his eyes and sighed. ‘I turned into the driveway of a house opposite the hall so that I could show them how skilfully I could reverse back into the street and park’. He began to chuckle as he pointed once more to the faded black and white photo. ‘See there? The front bumper bar curled around the chassis and stuck out a bit. As I carefully reversed, the edge of the bumper bar caught the gatepost of the white picket fence. I didn’t notice because I had my head turned. But everyone else noticed. I heard the cheers and hoots of laughter but still didn’t realise that I was slowly toppling the entire fence.’ Grandpa shook his head ruefully as the embarrassment and shame came flooding back. ‘Never did quite live that one down!’

His friends were envious because

(paragraph 2)

Skill: Use strategies to identify the meaning of words and their synonyms.

This text is the same as the one you have just read. This question is different.

       The Good Old Days 

‘I got my driver’s licence when I was 17.’ He smiled at the memory, then a wince. ‘I remember, it was the school dance and I was so pleased because my father agreed to let me take his car. It was a 1951 Chevy Oldsmobile, complete with white wall tyres.’ He turned several pages of the photo album, then pointed: ‘See, there? It was Dad’s pride and joy. I felt so little in such a monstrous car’.

 

‘The night came and I made sure to sound the horn as I approached so that all my mates and their girlfriends could see my triumphant arrival. I was the only one in my group to have a driver’s licence so you can imagine the envy on all their faces!’ He grinned, then as the memory unfolded, rolled his eyes and sighed. ‘I turned into the driveway of a house opposite the hall so that I could show them how skilfully I could reverse back into the street and park’. He began to chuckle as he pointed once more to the faded black and white photo. ‘See there? The front bumper bar curled around the chassis and stuck out a bit. As I carefully reversed, the edge of the bumper bar caught the gatepost of the white picket fence. I didn’t notice because I had my head turned. But everyone else noticed. I heard the cheers and hoots of laughter but still didn’t realise that I was slowly toppling the entire fence.’ Grandpa shook his head ruefully as the embarrassment and shame came flooding back. ‘Never did quite live that one down!’

Which of the following have a similar meaning to the word ‘monstrous’?

(paragraph 1)

Skill: Identifies the purpose or hidden message of a familiar text style (i.e. fable or proverb).

This text is the same as the one you have just read. This question is different.

       The Good Old Days 

‘I got my driver’s licence when I was 17.’ He smiled at the memory, then a wince. ‘I remember, it was the school dance and I was so pleased because my father agreed to let me take his car. It was a 1951 Chevy Oldsmobile, complete with white wall tyres.’ He turned several pages of the photo album, then pointed: ‘See, there? It was Dad’s pride and joy. I felt so little in such a monstrous car’.

 

‘The night came and I made sure to sound the horn as I approached so that all my mates and their girlfriends could see my triumphant arrival. I was the only one in my group to have a driver’s licence so you can imagine the envy on all their faces!’ He grinned, then as the memory unfolded, rolled his eyes and sighed. ‘I turned into the driveway of a house opposite the hall so that I could show them how skilfully I could reverse back into the street and park’. He began to chuckle as he pointed once more to the faded black and white photo. ‘See there? The front bumper bar curled around the chassis and stuck out a bit. As I carefully reversed, the edge of the bumper bar caught the gatepost of the white picket fence. I didn’t notice because I had my head turned. But everyone else noticed. I heard the cheers and hoots of laughter but still didn’t realise that I was slowly toppling the entire fence.’ Grandpa shook his head ruefully as the embarrassment and shame came flooding back. ‘Never did quite live that one down!’

Which proverb best suits this story?

Skill: Interprets information from a familiar text of limited complexity.

Read the text below and answer the question that follows.

The Out-Camp by Christine Hebiton

Sophie lay in her swag, looking up at the myriad of stars in the night sky. She could see the iconic Southern Cross but couldn’t remember how to find due South. The other stars were a glittering mass of light, the pattern of which changed as the night progressed. Years before at school, she remembered being taught about the southern sky but was now unable to recall the information to allow her to make sense of what she was seeing. The night air at the out-camp of Bundarumba Station was crisp and refreshing in contrast to the day’s dry heat. Sophie knew by early morning she would have burrowed deep into her swag to keep warm as the night temperature dropped. For now, she was content to listen to the sounds of the cattle and the murmurs of the people around her. Tomorrow as she had done today, Sophie would be first up just before dawn, lighting the fire to keep the cold at bay and preparing food for the musterers with whom she shared the out-camp. The jackaroos and jillaroos would soon emerge from their swags, silent, tired, cold, hungry, and eager to continue the muster.

One week had passed since she had come to the station, and she often wondered how she had arrived at this place at this particular time in her life. Was it for adventure, or was it an attempt to redefine who she was? An urban girl, a university graduate, thirty years old, who had never ventured more than sixty kilometres into her own country from the city where she was born but had travelled extensively overseas. The invitation from Elizabeth’s brother to experience station life had been irresistible, so here she was for six weeks, sleeping rough with no running water, no flushing toilets, little privacy and ten people she didn’t know. Would she regret leaving her safe and secure life in the city? “Well”, she thought as she drifted to sleep: “Time will tell”.

The main character in this text is:

(paragraph 2)

Skill: Interprets information from a familiar text of limited complexity.

This text is the same as the one just read. The question is different.

The Out-Camp by Christine Hebiton

Sophie lay in her swag, looking up at the myriad of stars in the night sky. She could see the iconic Southern Cross but couldn’t remember how to find due South. The other stars were a glittering mass of light, the pattern of which changed as the night progressed. Years before at school, she remembered being taught about the southern sky but was now unable to recall the information to allow her to make sense of what she was seeing. The night air at the out-camp of Bundarumba Station was crisp and refreshing in contrast to the day’s dry heat. Sophie knew by early morning she would have burrowed deep into her swag to keep warm as the night temperature dropped. For now, she was content to listen to the sounds of the cattle and the murmurs of the people around her. Tomorrow as she had done today, Sophie would be first up just before dawn, lighting the fire to keep the cold at bay and preparing food for the musterers with whom she shared the out-camp. The jackaroos and jillaroos would soon emerge from their swags, silent, tired, cold, hungry, and eager to continue the muster.

One week had passed since she had come to the station, and she often wondered how she had arrived at this place at this particular time in her life. Was it for adventure, or was it an attempt to redefine who she was? An urban girl, a university graduate, thirty years old, who had never ventured more than sixty kilometres into her own country from the city where she was born but had travelled extensively overseas. The invitation from Elizabeth’s brother to experience station life had been irresistible, so here she was for six weeks, sleeping rough with no running water, no flushing toilets, little privacy and ten people she didn’t know. Would she regret leaving her safe and secure life in the city? “Well”, she thought as she drifted to sleep: “Time will tell”.

Where has the main character in this text spent most of their life?

(paragraph 2, line 3 and 4)

Skill: Interprets information from a familiar text of limited complexity.

This text is the same as the one just read. The question is different.

The Out-Camp by Christine Hebiton

Sophie lay in her swag, looking up at the myriad of stars in the night sky. She could see the iconic Southern Cross but couldn’t remember how to find due South. The other stars were a glittering mass of light, the pattern of which changed as the night progressed. Years before at school, she remembered being taught about the southern sky but was now unable to recall the information to allow her to make sense of what she was seeing. The night air at the out-camp of Bundarumba Station was crisp and refreshing in contrast to the day’s dry heat. Sophie knew by early morning she would have burrowed deep into her swag to keep warm as the night temperature dropped. For now, she was content to listen to the sounds of the cattle and the murmurs of the people around her. Tomorrow as she had done today, Sophie would be first up just before dawn, lighting the fire to keep the cold at bay and preparing food for the musterers with whom she shared the out-camp. The jackaroos and jillaroos would soon emerge from their swags, silent, tired, cold, hungry, and eager to continue the muster.

One week had passed since she had come to the station, and she often wondered how she had arrived at this place at this particular time in her life. Was it for adventure, or was it an attempt to redefine who she was? An urban girl, a university graduate, thirty years old, who had never ventured more than sixty kilometres into her own country from the city where she was born but had travelled extensively overseas. The invitation from Elizabeth’s brother to experience station life had been irresistible, so here she was for six weeks, sleeping rough with no running water, no flushing toilets, little privacy and ten people she didn’t know. Would she regret leaving her safe and secure life in the city? “Well”, she thought as she drifted to sleep: “Time will tell”.

While lying awake the main character was content listening to:

(paragraph 1)

Skill: Comprehend everyday texts and interpret the meaning of words in detailed written material.

This text is the same as the one just read. The question is different.

The Out-Camp by Christine Hebiton

Sophie lay in her swag, looking up at the myriad of stars in the night sky. She could see the iconic Southern Cross but couldn’t remember how to find due South. The other stars were a glittering mass of light, the pattern of which changed as the night progressed. Years before at school, she remembered being taught about the southern sky but was now unable to recall the information to allow her to make sense of what she was seeing. The night air at the out-camp of Bundarumba Station was crisp and refreshing in contrast to the dry heat of the day. Sophie new by early morning she would have burrowed deep into her swag to keep warm as the night temperature dropped. For now, she was content to listen to the sounds of the cattle and the murmurs of the people around her. Tomorrow as she had done today, Sophie would be first up just before dawn, lighting the fire to keep the cold at bay and preparing food for the musterers with whom she shared the out-camp. The jackaroos and jillaroos would soon emerge from their swags silent, tired, cold and hungry but eager to continue the muster.

One week had passed since she had come to the station, and she often wondered how she had arrived at this place at this particular time in her life. Was it for adventure, or was it an attempt to redefine who she was? An urban girl, a university graduate, thirty years old, who had never ventured more than sixty kilometres into her own country from the city where she was born but had travelled extensively overseas. The invitation from Elizabeth’s brother to experience station life had been irresistible, so here she was for six weeks, sleeping rough with no running water, no flushing toilets, little privacy and ten people she didn’t know. Would she regret leaving her safe and secure life in the city? “Well”, she thought as she drifted to sleep: “Time will tell”.

What is the meaning of the word ‘myriad’ in this text?

(paragraph 1)