Free Grade 6 NY State Test Practice Questions

Read this, then answer the questions about it.

[1] The rule at the Fulton Street courts was that you did not call your own fouls in the last two minutes.

[2] Nobody had written this down. [3] Nobody had voted on it. [4] Wesley had learned it in his first week. [5] He had called a foul on himself with the score tied, and had been looked at by six people at once, in a way he had not forgotten.

[6] "You do not do that at the end," his cousin Ray explained afterward, unhelpfully.

[7] "Why?"

[8] "Because the last two minutes are the game."

[9] Wesley had accepted this for two years, in the way you accept the weather. [10] Then in July a man in his fifties started showing up on Saturdays. [11] He was slow, and he threw the ball at the basket the way people did in a different decade. [12] In his second week he called a foul on himself with thirty seconds left in a tied game.

[13] Nobody looked at him. [14] The game just went on.

[15] Wesley thought about this for the whole of the following week, and it annoyed him in a way he could not explain to anybody, including himself.

[16] The next Saturday he asked Ray why nobody had said anything.

[17] Ray shrugged. [18] "He is fifty."

[19] "That is not a reason."

[20] "It is the reason."

[21] He asked two other people that month, in a roundabout way, and got two more non-answers. [22] One said it was just how it was. [23] The other said Wesley was overthinking a pickup game, which was true and was also not an explanation.

[24] Wesley kept turning it over. [25] The rule was not really about fouls. [26] It was about who was allowed to decide what the game was for. [27] A man of fifty playing on a Saturday morning had already settled, publicly, that he was not there to win. [28] The rule did not apply to him, because it existed to protect something he had already given up.

[29] There was a version of the rule he could live with and a version he could not, and he could not tell yet which one he had found. [30] That was what kept it in his head all week.

[31] He tested it in August. [32] Tied game, forty seconds, and he called a reach on himself.

[33] Six people looked at him.

[34] Walking home, Wesley found he did not mind. [35] He had learned something worth more than the possession. [36] The rule had a shape and a reason and a boundary, and he now knew all three. [37] Nobody at those courts had ever said one word of it out loud.

Read this, then answer the questions about it.

[1] The rule at the Fulton Street courts was that you did not call your own fouls in the last two minutes.

[2] Nobody had written this down. [3] Nobody had voted on it. [4] Wesley had learned it in his first week. [5] He had called a foul on himself with the score tied, and had been looked at by six people at once, in a way he had not forgotten.

[6] "You do not do that at the end," his cousin Ray explained afterward, unhelpfully.

[7] "Why?"

[8] "Because the last two minutes are the game."

[9] Wesley had accepted this for two years, in the way you accept the weather. [10] Then in July a man in his fifties started showing up on Saturdays. [11] He was slow, and he threw the ball at the basket the way people did in a different decade. [12] In his second week he called a foul on himself with thirty seconds left in a tied game.

[13] Nobody looked at him. [14] The game just went on.

[15] Wesley thought about this for the whole of the following week, and it annoyed him in a way he could not explain to anybody, including himself.

[16] The next Saturday he asked Ray why nobody had said anything.

[17] Ray shrugged. [18] "He is fifty."

[19] "That is not a reason."

[20] "It is the reason."

[21] He asked two other people that month, in a roundabout way, and got two more non-answers. [22] One said it was just how it was. [23] The other said Wesley was overthinking a pickup game, which was true and was also not an explanation.

[24] Wesley kept turning it over. [25] The rule was not really about fouls. [26] It was about who was allowed to decide what the game was for. [27] A man of fifty playing on a Saturday morning had already settled, publicly, that he was not there to win. [28] The rule did not apply to him, because it existed to protect something he had already given up.

[29] There was a version of the rule he could live with and a version he could not, and he could not tell yet which one he had found. [30] That was what kept it in his head all week.

[31] He tested it in August. [32] Tied game, forty seconds, and he called a reach on himself.

[33] Six people looked at him.

[34] Walking home, Wesley found he did not mind. [35] He had learned something worth more than the possession. [36] The rule had a shape and a reason and a boundary, and he now knew all three. [37] Nobody at those courts had ever said one word of it out loud.

Read this, then answer the questions about it.

[1] The rule at the Fulton Street courts was that you did not call your own fouls in the last two minutes.

[2] Nobody had written this down. [3] Nobody had voted on it. [4] Wesley had learned it in his first week. [5] He had called a foul on himself with the score tied, and had been looked at by six people at once, in a way he had not forgotten.

[6] "You do not do that at the end," his cousin Ray explained afterward, unhelpfully.

[7] "Why?"

[8] "Because the last two minutes are the game."

[9] Wesley had accepted this for two years, in the way you accept the weather. [10] Then in July a man in his fifties started showing up on Saturdays. [11] He was slow, and he threw the ball at the basket the way people did in a different decade. [12] In his second week he called a foul on himself with thirty seconds left in a tied game.

[13] Nobody looked at him. [14] The game just went on.

[15] Wesley thought about this for the whole of the following week, and it annoyed him in a way he could not explain to anybody, including himself.

[16] The next Saturday he asked Ray why nobody had said anything.

[17] Ray shrugged. [18] "He is fifty."

[19] "That is not a reason."

[20] "It is the reason."

[21] He asked two other people that month, in a roundabout way, and got two more non-answers. [22] One said it was just how it was. [23] The other said Wesley was overthinking a pickup game, which was true and was also not an explanation.

[24] Wesley kept turning it over. [25] The rule was not really about fouls. [26] It was about who was allowed to decide what the game was for. [27] A man of fifty playing on a Saturday morning had already settled, publicly, that he was not there to win. [28] The rule did not apply to him, because it existed to protect something he had already given up.

[29] There was a version of the rule he could live with and a version he could not, and he could not tell yet which one he had found. [30] That was what kept it in his head all week.

[31] He tested it in August. [32] Tied game, forty seconds, and he called a reach on himself.

[33] Six people looked at him.

[34] Walking home, Wesley found he did not mind. [35] He had learned something worth more than the possession. [36] The rule had a shape and a reason and a boundary, and he now knew all three. [37] Nobody at those courts had ever said one word of it out loud.