Singing in the car

My elder brother likes all kinds of music. He prefers jazz but also listens to pop music and sometimes goes to classical music concerts. But when driving (I) in his car, he insists on listening to heavy-metal music. For a long time I (NOT CAN) understand why he was doing it. He knew very well that for me it was the (BAD) kind of music. One day I decided to ask him why he always chooses this type while driving. “Well, sister,” he reluctantly replied, “to be frank, it's mainly so you can't sing along.” He added that he (LISTEN) to anything else if only I promised not to sing along.

Honesty is the best policy

To learn more about her students, my younger brother's teacher sent home a lengthy questionnaire at the beginning of the school year. She asked (THEY) about their likes and dislikes and about many other things. She asked what they (THINK) about their school in twenty years time. Some of the questions were so difficult that I (NOT CAN) answer them offhand though I was 6 years his senior. The (BAD) question, in my opinion, was the one relating to their self-image: "When you look in a mirror, what do you see?" But my ten-year-old brother had no trouble with his answer: "Myself, and everything behind me."