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康　柏　中　学COMPASSVALESECONDARYSCHOOL2023PRELIMINARYEXAMINATIONENGLISHLANGUAGEPAPER2[1190/02]SECONDARYFOURNORMAL(ACADEMIC)INSERT Name:_______________________ Duration: 1hour50minutes IndexNo:____________________ Date: 24July2023 Class:_______________________ INSTRUCTIONSTOCANDIDATES ThisInsertcontainsText1,Text2,Text3andText4. ThisInsertconsistsof 6printedpagesincludingthispage. Setter:MrTanHH&MrRichmondWang

SectionAText 1 Studytheposter(Text 1)andtheextractfromablog(Text 2)andanswerQuestions1–4intheQuestionPaper. Text 1istakenfromawebsite. Text 2istakenfromablogwhichcommentsonconservationandsustainability. In a world where overfishing takes place, perhaps it is time to seriously consider beingvegetarian. Beingvegetarianinvolvesusnot consuminganyformof meat, includingfish.By doing so, we allowthe fish population to increaseonceagain. Apart fromfish, beingvegetarian is advantageous for our environment too. Livestock, such as cows, producegreenhouse gases that contribute to global warming. On the other hand, manyplant-based foods such assoyarecapableof providinguswiththeproteinthat wehavetypicallyreliedonmeat for. If weall doourpart,wecandefinitelyprotectourenvironmentnotonlyforus,butalsoforourfuturegenerations.Let’sactquicklywhilewestill can. _________________________________________________________________________ 1 AMalaydishofricecookedincoconutmilk,servedwithsides2 AstyleofporridgeassociatedwiththeChinesedialectgroup 2

SectionBText 3Thetextbelowisastoryaboutthewriter’sexperiencewithlearningEnglishafterimmigratingtotheUnitedStatesofAmerica. ReadthetextcarefullyandanswerQuestions5–15intheQuestionPaper. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Reading and writing, like any other crafts, come to the mind slowly, in pieces. But for me, as anEnglish-as-Second-Language (ESL) student fromafamily of illiteratericefarmers for whombooks arelittle more precious than firewood, theexperienceof workingthroughabook, evenasimpleone, wasakin to standing in quicksand, while your loved ones stood alongits safeedges inbewilderment andsuspicionastheywatchedyousink. My family immigratedtotheUnitedStatesfromVietnamin1990,whenIwastwo.Welived,all sevenofus, in a one-bedroomapartment in Hartford, Connecticut, and I spent my first five years in AmericasurroundedandinundatedbytheVietnameselanguage.WhenIenteredkindergarten,Iwas,inasense,immigrating all over again. Likeany Americanchild, I quickly learnedmy ABCs, thanks totheage-oldmelody (oneIstill singrapidlytomyselfwhenIforgetwhether‘M’ comesbefore‘N’).Withinafewyears,Ihadbecomefluent—butonlyinspeech,notinthewrittenword. One early-spring afternoon, whenI was infourthgrade, wegot anassignment inlanguagearts class:we had two weeks to write a poem in honour of National Poetry Month. Normally, my poor writingabilities would excuse me from such assignments, and I would instead spend the class mindlesslycopyingout passages frombooks I’dretrievedfromablueplastic binatthebackoftheroom.Thetaskallowed me to camouflage myself; as long as I looked as though I