Test "Youth in Mind" Form 11 (copy)

VOCABULARY

Task 1. Match the words with their definitions

LISTENING COMPREHENSION

Task 2. Listen to Princess Ann and Prince Edward's speech about their father Prince Philip and answer the questions choosing the correct variants.

How old was Prince Philip when he first met Princess Elizabeth?

What was the material of the Princess photo's frame which was kept by Prince Philip on the ship he served on during the war?

When was the engagement of Princess Elizabeth and Prince Philip announced?

Who was against the wedding of Princess Elizabeth and Prince Philip?

How did Prince Philip called his wife?

Prince Philip always had to remain one step ... the Queen.

USE OF ENGLISH

Task 4. Choose the correct verb form (the Gerund, the to-Infinitive or the bare Infinitive) to complete the sentence.

You are not allowed ... on the airplane.

I couldn't help ... when he tripped.

She expects people ... her, but she never helps anyone!

My doctor advised me ... smoking.

Don't you mind ... the window? It's very hot in here!

-My remote control soesn't work.

-Try ... the batteries.

Don't forget ... the lights when you leave the room.

Hey, do you want ... to the movies tonight?

I suggest ... a vacation.

If he keeps ... things from work, he's going to get fired!

I really miss ... as a flight attendant.

The little boy's teacher asked ... with his mother.

READING COMPREHENSION

Task 3. Choose if the statements according to the text are true or false.

Should motherhood define me?

Most of my friends and colleagues in my age range, late-thirties to early forties, have already crossed their finish line. They have a husband –not often the best choice– and one or two children, which they eagerly display on the one and only place where I can meet them nowadays, Facebook or Instagram.

For most women, motherhood is what makes them complete, the ultimate fulfilment; I get it, and it’s OK. But I don’t need these women to bully me into trying to find a partner “before my biological clock stops ticking”. “Try going on dating apps,” they say. “It worked for me.” OK, congratulations. But I hated it –men lied, and they were rude and disrespectful.

More importantly, of course I wouldn’t mind finding a partner, a kind, sweet, and –why not– handsome guy who I’d fall in love with hard. But for me, finding true love would be an end in itself, something I’d like to treasure and enjoy, and not just a necessary step to have the children I’m supposed to have. Because, of course, if you are a woman, you have to have children, and not only that, you have to want to have children.

What if I don’t want children? Because so far, I haven’t heard the call of nature and, to be honest, I don’t think I ever will. Since I was a little girl I’ve been posed questions that started with, “When you get married…”, “When you have children…” And I have always felt disconnected from this reality that I am supposed to live. No, I don’t think I will get married –although I want to find love– and no, I might not want kids.

But shush, a woman can’t say that she doesn’t want kids too loud, because that’s often understood as a betrayal to human nature, and a true act of selfishness. Yes, women who don’t want to be mothers are said to be selfish, or even worse, they are believed to hate children, which is very, very suspicious in a female. You should never trust a woman who doesn’t want motherhood to define her. Then, I think I am not to be trusted because, for the time being, I’d rather continue being an incomplete woman.

The writer disapproves of some of her friends' husbands.

Should motherhood define me?

Most of my friends and colleagues in my age range, late-thirties to early forties, have already crossed their finish line. They have a husband –not often the best choice– and one or two children, which they eagerly display on the one and only place where I can meet them nowadays, Facebook or Instagram.

For most women, motherhood is what makes them complete, the ultimate fulfilment; I get it, and it’s OK. But I don’t need these women to bully me into trying to find a partner “before my biological clock stops ticking”. “Try going on dating apps,” they say. “It worked for me.” OK, congratulations. But I hated it –men lied, and they were rude and disrespectful.

More importantly, of course I wouldn’t mind finding a partner, a kind, sweet, and –why not– handsome guy who I’d fall in love with hard. But for me, finding true love would be an end in itself, something I’d like to treasure and enjoy, and not just a necessary step to have the children I’m supposed to have. Because, of course, if you are a woman, you have to have children, and not only that, you have to want to have children.

What if I don’t want children? Because so far, I haven’t heard the call of nature and, to be honest, I don’t think I ever will. Since I was a little girl I’ve been posed questions that started with, “When you get married…”, “When you have children…” And I have always felt disconnected from this reality that I am supposed to live. No, I don’t think I will get married –although I want to find love– and no, I might not want kids.

But shush, a woman can’t say that she doesn’t want kids too loud, because that’s often understood as a betrayal to human nature, and a true act of selfishness. Yes, women who don’t want to be mothers are said to be selfish, or even worse, they are believed to hate children, which is very, very suspicious in a female. You should never trust a woman who doesn’t want motherhood to define her. Then, I think I am not to be trusted because, for the time being, I’d rather continue being an incomplete woman.

She occasionally spends time with her married friends who have children.

Should motherhood define me?

Most of my friends and colleagues in my age range, late-thirties to early forties, have already crossed their finish line. They have a husband –not often the best choice– and one or two children, which they eagerly display on the one and only place where I can meet them nowadays, Facebook or Instagram.

For most women, motherhood is what makes them complete, the ultimate fulfilment; I get it, and it’s OK. But I don’t need these women to bully me into trying to find a partner “before my biological clock stops ticking”. “Try going on dating apps,” they say. “It worked for me.” OK, congratulations. But I hated it –men lied, and they were rude and disrespectful.

More importantly, of course I wouldn’t mind finding a partner, a kind, sweet, and –why not– handsome guy who I’d fall in love with hard. But for me, finding true love would be an end in itself, something I’d like to treasure and enjoy, and not just a necessary step to have the children I’m supposed to have. Because, of course, if you are a woman, you have to have children, and not only that, you have to want to have children.

What if I don’t want children? Because so far, I haven’t heard the call of nature and, to be honest, I don’t think I ever will. Since I was a little girl I’ve been posed questions that started with, “When you get married…”, “When you have children…” And I have always felt disconnected from this reality that I am supposed to live. No, I don’t think I will get married –although I want to find love– and no, I might not want kids.

But shush, a woman can’t say that she doesn’t want kids too loud, because that’s often understood as a betrayal to human nature, and a true act of selfishness. Yes, women who don’t want to be mothers are said to be selfish, or even worse, they are believed to hate children, which is very, very suspicious in a female. You should never trust a woman who doesn’t want motherhood to define her. Then, I think I am not to be trusted because, for the time being, I’d rather continue being an incomplete woman.

She disapproves of the women who think being a mother is a priority in life.

Should motherhood define me?

Most of my friends and colleagues in my age range, late-thirties to early forties, have already crossed their finish line. They have a husband –not often the best choice– and one or two children, which they eagerly display on the one and only place where I can meet them nowadays, Facebook or Instagram.

For most women, motherhood is what makes them complete, the ultimate fulfilment; I get it, and it’s OK. But I don’t need these women to bully me into trying to find a partner “before my biological clock stops ticking”. “Try going on dating apps,” they say. “It worked for me.” OK, congratulations. But I hated it –men lied, and they were rude and disrespectful.

More importantly, of course I wouldn’t mind finding a partner, a kind, sweet, and –why not– handsome guy who I’d fall in love with hard. But for me, finding true love would be an end in itself, something I’d like to treasure and enjoy, and not just a necessary step to have the children I’m supposed to have. Because, of course, if you are a woman, you have to have children, and not only that, you have to want to have children.

What if I don’t want children? Because so far, I haven’t heard the call of nature and, to be honest, I don’t think I ever will. Since I was a little girl I’ve been posed questions that started with, “When you get married…”, “When you have children…” And I have always felt disconnected from this reality that I am supposed to live. No, I don’t think I will get married –although I want to find love– and no, I might not want kids.

But shush, a woman can’t say that she doesn’t want kids too loud, because that’s often understood as a betrayal to human nature, and a true act of selfishness. Yes, women who don’t want to be mothers are said to be selfish, or even worse, they are believed to hate children, which is very, very suspicious in a female. You should never trust a woman who doesn’t want motherhood to define her. Then, I think I am not to be trusted because, for the time being, I’d rather continue being an incomplete woman.

She has tried going on dating apps.

Should motherhood define me?

Most of my friends and colleagues in my age range, late-thirties to early forties, have already crossed their finish line. They have a husband –not often the best choice– and one or two children, which they eagerly display on the one and only place where I can meet them nowadays, Facebook or Instagram.

For most women, motherhood is what makes them complete, the ultimate fulfilment; I get it, and it’s OK. But I don’t need these women to bully me into trying to find a partner “before my biological clock stops ticking”. “Try going on dating apps,” they say. “It worked for me.” OK, congratulations. But I hated it –men lied, and they were rude and disrespectful.

More importantly, of course I wouldn’t mind finding a partner, a kind, sweet, and –why not– handsome guy who I’d fall in love with hard. But for me, finding true love would be an end in itself, something I’d like to treasure and enjoy, and not just a necessary step to have the children I’m supposed to have. Because, of course, if you are a woman, you have to have children, and not only that, you have to want to have children.

What if I don’t want children? Because so far, I haven’t heard the call of nature and, to be honest, I don’t think I ever will. Since I was a little girl I’ve been posed questions that started with, “When you get married…”, “When you have children…” And I have always felt disconnected from this reality that I am supposed to live. No, I don’t think I will get married –although I want to find love– and no, I might not want kids.

But shush, a woman can’t say that she doesn’t want kids too loud, because that’s often understood as a betrayal to human nature, and a true act of selfishness. Yes, women who don’t want to be mothers are said to be selfish, or even worse, they are believed to hate children, which is very, very suspicious in a female. You should never trust a woman who doesn’t want motherhood to define her. Then, I think I am not to be trusted because, for the time being, I’d rather continue being an incomplete woman.

She would like to have kids if she found the right person, someone she was in love with.

Should motherhood define me?

Most of my friends and colleagues in my age range, late-thirties to early forties, have already crossed their finish line. They have a husband –not often the best choice– and one or two children, which they eagerly display on the one and only place where I can meet them nowadays, Facebook or Instagram.

For most women, motherhood is what makes them complete, the ultimate fulfilment; I get it, and it’s OK. But I don’t need these women to bully me into trying to find a partner “before my biological clock stops ticking”. “Try going on dating apps,” they say. “It worked for me.” OK, congratulations. But I hated it –men lied, and they were rude and disrespectful.

More importantly, of course I wouldn’t mind finding a partner, a kind, sweet, and –why not– handsome guy who I’d fall in love with hard. But for me, finding true love would be an end in itself, something I’d like to treasure and enjoy, and not just a necessary step to have the children I’m supposed to have. Because, of course, if you are a woman, you have to have children, and not only that, you have to want to have children.

What if I don’t want children? Because so far, I haven’t heard the call of nature and, to be honest, I don’t think I ever will. Since I was a little girl I’ve been posed questions that started with, “When you get married…”, “When you have children…” And I have always felt disconnected from this reality that I am supposed to live. No, I don’t think I will get married –although I want to find love– and no, I might not want kids.

But shush, a woman can’t say that she doesn’t want kids too loud, because that’s often understood as a betrayal to human nature, and a true act of selfishness. Yes, women who don’t want to be mothers are said to be selfish, or even worse, they are believed to hate children, which is very, very suspicious in a female. You should never trust a woman who doesn’t want motherhood to define her. Then, I think I am not to be trusted because, for the time being, I’d rather continue being an incomplete woman.

When she was little, she wanted to get married and have children in the future.

Should motherhood define me?

Most of my friends and colleagues in my age range, late-thirties to early forties, have already crossed their finish line. They have a husband –not often the best choice– and one or two children, which they eagerly display on the one and only place where I can meet them nowadays, Facebook or Instagram.

For most women, motherhood is what makes them complete, the ultimate fulfilment; I get it, and it’s OK. But I don’t need these women to bully me into trying to find a partner “before my biological clock stops ticking”. “Try going on dating apps,” they say. “It worked for me.” OK, congratulations. But I hated it –men lied, and they were rude and disrespectful.

More importantly, of course I wouldn’t mind finding a partner, a kind, sweet, and –why not– handsome guy who I’d fall in love with hard. But for me, finding true love would be an end in itself, something I’d like to treasure and enjoy, and not just a necessary step to have the children I’m supposed to have. Because, of course, if you are a woman, you have to have children, and not only that, you have to want to have children.

What if I don’t want children? Because so far, I haven’t heard the call of nature and, to be honest, I don’t think I ever will. Since I was a little girl I’ve been posed questions that started with, “When you get married…”, “When you have children…” And I have always felt disconnected from this reality that I am supposed to live. No, I don’t think I will get married –although I want to find love– and no, I might not want kids.

But shush, a woman can’t say that she doesn’t want kids too loud, because that’s often understood as a betrayal to human nature, and a true act of selfishness. Yes, women who don’t want to be mothers are said to be selfish, or even worse, they are believed to hate children, which is very, very suspicious in a female. You should never trust a woman who doesn’t want motherhood to define her. Then, I think I am not to be trusted because, for the time being, I’d rather continue being an incomplete woman.

She isn't sure she will want to have children one day.

Should motherhood define me?

Most of my friends and colleagues in my age range, late-thirties to early forties, have already crossed their finish line. They have a husband –not often the best choice– and one or two children, which they eagerly display on the one and only place where I can meet them nowadays, Facebook or Instagram.

For most women, motherhood is what makes them complete, the ultimate fulfilment; I get it, and it’s OK. But I don’t need these women to bully me into trying to find a partner “before my biological clock stops ticking”. “Try going on dating apps,” they say. “It worked for me.” OK, congratulations. But I hated it –men lied, and they were rude and disrespectful.

More importantly, of course I wouldn’t mind finding a partner, a kind, sweet, and –why not– handsome guy who I’d fall in love with hard. But for me, finding true love would be an end in itself, something I’d like to treasure and enjoy, and not just a necessary step to have the children I’m supposed to have. Because, of course, if you are a woman, you have to have children, and not only that, you have to want to have children.

What if I don’t want children? Because so far, I haven’t heard the call of nature and, to be honest, I don’t think I ever will. Since I was a little girl I’ve been posed questions that started with, “When you get married…”, “When you have children…” And I have always felt disconnected from this reality that I am supposed to live. No, I don’t think I will get married –although I want to find love– and no, I might not want kids.

But shush, a woman can’t say that she doesn’t want kids too loud, because that’s often understood as a betrayal to human nature, and a true act of selfishness. Yes, women who don’t want to be mothers are said to be selfish, or even worse, they are believed to hate children, which is very, very suspicious in a female. You should never trust a woman who doesn’t want motherhood to define her. Then, I think I am not to be trusted because, for the time being, I’d rather continue being an incomplete woman.

She thinks that a woman who does not want to become a mother should not be trusted.