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Read this excerpt from Little Brother and answer the following questions in complete sentences using proper grammar and punctuation: Marcus manages to flag down a vehicle and they get more than they bargained for… It was a military-looking Jeep, like an armored Hummer, only it didn’t have any military insignia on it. The car skidded to a stop just in front of me, and I jumped back and lost my balance and ended up on the road. I felt the doors open near me, and then saw a confusion of booted feet moving close by. I looked up and saw a bunch of military-looking guys in coveralls, holding big, bulky rifles and wearing hooded gas masks with tinted face-plates. I barely had time to register them before those rifles were pointed at me. I’d never looked down the barrel of a gun before, but everything you’ve heard about the experience is true. You freeze where you are, time stops, and your heart thunders in your ears. I opened my mouth, then shut it, then, very slowly, I held my hands up in front of me. The faceless, eyeless armed man above me kept his gun very level. I didn’t even breathe. Van was screaming something and Jolu was shouting and I looked at them for a second and that was when someone put a coarse sack over my head and cinched it tight around my windpipe, so quick and so fiercely I barely had time to gasp before it was locked on me. I was pushed roughly but dispassionately onto my stomach and something went twice around my wrists and then tightened up as well, feeling like baling wire and biting cruelly. I cried out and my own voice was muffled by the hood. I was in total darkness now and I strained my ears to hear what was going on with my friends. I heard them shouting through the muffling canvas of the bag, and then I was being impersonally hauled to my feet by my wrists, my arms wrenched up behind my back, my shoulders screaming. I stumbled some, then a hand pushed my head down and I was inside the Hummer. More bodies were roughly shoved in beside me. “Guys?” I shouted, and earned a hard thump on my head for my trouble. I heard Jolu respond, then felt the thump he was dealt, too. My head rang like a gong. “Hey,” I said to the soldiers. “Hey, listen! We’re just high school students. I wanted to flag you down because my friend was bleeding. Someone stabbed him.” I had no idea how much of this was making it through the muffling bag. I kept talking. “Listen—this is some kind of misunderstanding. We’ve got to get my friend to a hospital—” Someone went upside my head again. It felt like they used a baton or something—it was harder than anyone had ever hit me in the head before. My eyes swam and watered and I literally couldn’t breathe through the pain. A moment later, I caught my breath, but I didn’t say anything. I’d learned my lesson. What conflict is Marcus facing?

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Taken for a Ride by T. Herlinger Laurel and her best friend, Paula, had boarded the Seattle ferry at 9:00 that morning—the first day of Spring Break—stowing their backpacks in a locker and climbing to the top of the ship. They had watched from the stern as the Space Needle and other Seattle landmarks faded away and the San Juan Islands gradually appeared. It would be another few hours before they reached Canada, which left them plenty of time to explore the boat. In no time, Laurel befriended one of the ship’s stewards, Ronald, who oriented the girls a bit, pointing out the snack bar and naming the various geographical sights they were passing. Laurel was fast developing a crush on the boy, and he was flirting right back, telling jokes and spending more time with her and Paula than with other passengers. The trip was shaping up just fine—that is, until Laurel went to buy some chips and discovered her wallet was missing! “Paula, it’s just disappeared,” she desperately told her friend, “my passport, all my money, my mom’s credit card, everything!” Paula tried to remain calm and to offer some comfort. “Could you have left it in your backpack, in the locker?” Laurel shook her head, nearly in tears now, but they raced down to the lockers anyway and emptied out the contents of both their packs—no luck. Laurel started pacing the floor, in a panic. There was no way Customs in Canada would ever let her in without any identification, which meant her vacation was ruined. Just then, Ronald appeared out of nowhere—a welcome sight to the distraught girls. Paula related the predicament they were in, and Ronald offered to announce the lost wallet on the PA system, but Laurel begged him not to. She felt humiliated enough as it was without the whole ship knowing about it. “You probably just dropped it or misplaced it,” he suggested. “Let’s split up and search the ship’s decks. Laurel, you and I can search the upper level, and Paula, you search the lower, okay?” Paula was amenable to the plan and quickly began scouring the area around the lockers. Laura and Ronald headed upstairs to the upper deck. Five minutes into their searching, Laurel slumped down on a bench and wept in frustration. Then, to her amazement, Ronald sat beside her and promptly produced her wallet from the inside pocket of his vest! “Oh, thank goodness!” Laurel cried. “But where on earth did you find it?” “I had your wallet all along,” the steward confessed. “I knew you and your friend were inexperienced travelers, and I wanted to show you what an easy target you could be for pickpocketers. Always carry your wallet in an inside pocket, or deep in your backpack, okay?” Nodding solemnly as she wiped away her tears, Laurel promised that she would. It was a tough lesson, but not one this young traveler would soon forget. It was a tough lesson, but not one this young traveler would soon forget. Who is being referred to in this sentence? A.Paula B.the narrator C.Ronald D.Laurel

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HELP PLEASEEEEEEEEE WITH ENGLISH uestion 12 (1 point) Question 12 Unsaved Out of Place “Ben bunu yapmayacağım…I will not do that. He can’t have my shoes, he stole my guitar!” Erkan’s eyes looked impudent beneath his dark brow as his cheeks reddened in fury. His gray-whiskered lips trembled as his hand gripped tightly around the nurse’s wrist. The nurse carefully but firmly freed himself from Erkan’s grasp. He then turned to the caregiver who was assisting him, smiled, and said calmly, “Go get Michelle.” Michelle was scanning boxes of gauze bandages and stacking them onto a shelf in the storeroom when the caregiver came in and announced, “Phillip’s trying to get Erkan to take a shower and he needs your help.” Michelle rushed out of the store room and down the hall to Erkan’s room. This was the last week of Michelle’s internship. It was her junior year, and the internship was part of her “Workplace and Consumer Education” class. At first she wanted to intern at her dad’s gas station, but her teacher told her she needed to branch out and signed Michelle up at the Oakcourt Nursing Home, only 15 minutes away from her house. Wearing a Pittsburgh Steelers sweatshirt and jeans, with dark curls pushed back in a hair clip, Michelle stood out from the crowd of nurses and caregivers in white pants and polo shirts who were standing huddled in the doorway of Erkan’s room. She moved past them and rushed to Erkan’s side. As soon as he saw her, Erkan’s face brightened and he stopped looking like a stricken animal and instead looked like someone who recognized a dear old friend. “He can’t have them, Michelle. I sold them at the corner,” Erkan shouted, pushing his way to Michelle. “He stole my guitar,” he whispered. “I know, Erkan, but he was only trying to help you get some money to pay for your trip.” Michelle had been frightened by a lot of the residents of the nursing home when she first started the beginning of the semester. Many of them were incoherent and loud, and some could be very aggressive and scary. Erkan often pushed or kicked and ranted. Michelle had started to regret this internship, and she even avoided going near Erkan’s room whenever possible. “He lives in his own world,” Philip, the managing nurse, explained to Michelle after her first encounter with Erkan’s temper. Still, Michelle had been curious, and she felt sorry that Erkan had a bad reputation among the staff. She too had felt like everyone mistrusted her—especially at the nursing home where she was so much younger than the rest of the staff—so she understood how he must feel. Besides, he was the only person in the whole place with skin nearly as dark as hers. Over time, she noticed patterns in Erkan’s rants: He would sometimes mention his guitar and his father and the city of Diyarbakir, which she learned is in Turkey. So she decided that the next time she brought supplies to his room, instead of avoiding Erkan, she would play along with whatever he said. If he lived in his own world, then she would try to join him there. Bit by bit, she discovered that he had immigrated to the United States from Turkey when he was very young. His father had saved as much money as possible to pay for his journey, but he needed to sell Erkan’s guitar to help cover the cost. Erkan had moved in with his aunt’s family in Scranton, Pennsylvania, and finished school there. Eventually he got married, had children of his own, and worked for years signing Turkish singers to a small record label. But he’d never quite felt at home in the United States. “I know he sold your guitar, but you told me yourself he just wants what’s best for you,” Michelle said, while Philip and the caregiver looked on in amazement as Erkan settled into an armchair. “Now why don’t you listen to Philip, take your shoes off, and have a shower?” “For you, Michelle, I’ll do it.” You can feel out of place in a country, in the place where you live, or even in your own head, Michelle thought. But if you’re lucky, someone will know how to find you and remind you that we all feel that way sometimes. Which detail from the story best develops the theme that trust is only possible with understanding? Question 12 options: “‘I know he sold your guitar, but you told me yourself he just wants what’s best for you,’ Michelle said, while Philip and the caregiver looked on in amazement as Erkan settled into an armchair.” “Michelle was scanning boxes of gauze bandages and stacking them onto a shelf in the storeroom when the caregiver came in and announced, ‘Phillip’s trying to get Erkan to take a shower and he needs your help.’” “’He can’t have them, Michelle. I sold them at the corner,’ Erkan shouted, pushing his way to Michelle.” “Michelle rushed out of the store room and down the hall to Erkan’s room.”

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17. The extreme poverty of Dakar, Senegal, in “Hip-Hop Planet” is best reflected in which image? (1 point) a. “When I looked into his eyes, they were bottomless oceans.” b. “. . . it pulled me to the earth like a hundred-pound ring in my nose.” c. “. . . they take every bit of . . .the half-eaten bread, rice, pieces of chicken, the chicken bones. . . to give to the children in the village.” d. “. . . swimming in the hotel pool with their children, a scene that resembles Birmingham, Alabama, in the 1950s—the blacks serving, the whites partying.” 18. The author of “Hip-Hop Planet” describes the legend of the Great Rock of Toubab Dialaw in order to (1 point) a. describe an image of hope that is similar to hip-hop. b. show the lack of education of the people of Toubab Dialaw. c. describe the setting of the Chez Las restaurant to give it context. d. represent some non-French history in the story because the residents say they only learn French history. 19. Which quote from “Borders” best describes the reason the mother and son slept in their car? (1 point) a. “We sat out under the stars the night, and my mother all sorts of stories.” b. “Laetitia had a lot of pride, and so did my mother.” c.“When she was still at home, Laetitia would go on and on about Salt Lake City.” d. “After a week or so, I got bored and wasn’t at all sad when my mother said we should be heading back home.”

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Read this excerpt from Little Brother and answer the following questions in complete sentences using proper grammar and punctuation: Marcus manages to flag down a vehicle and they get more than they bargained for It was a military-looking Jeep, like an armored Hummer, only it didn’t have any military insignia on it. The car skidded to a stop just in front of me, and I jumped back and lost my balance and ended up on the road. I felt the doors open near me, and then saw a confusion of booted feet moving close by. I looked up and saw a bunch of military-looking guys in coveralls, holding big, bulky rifles and wearing hooded gas masks with tinted face-plates. I barely had time to register them before those rifles were pointed at me. I’d never looked down the barrel of a gun before, but everything you’ve heard about the experience is true. You freeze where you are, time stops, and your heart thunders in your ears. I opened my mouth, then shut it, then, very slowly, I held my hands up in front of me. The faceless, eyeless armed man above me kept his gun very level. I didn’t even breathe. Van was screaming something and Jolu was shouting and I looked at them for a second and that was when someone put a coarse sack over my head and cinched it tight around my windpipe, so quick and so fiercely I barely had time to gasp before it was locked on me. I was pushed roughly but dispassionately onto my stomach and something went twice around my wrists and then tightened up as well, feeling like baling wire and biting cruelly. I cried out and my own voice was muffled by the hood. I was in total darkness now and I strained my ears to hear what was going on with my friends. I heard them shouting through the muffling canvas of the bag, and then I was being impersonally hauled to my feet by my wrists, my arms wrenched up behind my back, my shoulders screaming. I stumbled some, then a hand pushed my head down and I was inside the Hummer. More bodies were roughly shoved in beside me. “Guys?” I shouted, and earned a hard thump on my head for my trouble. I heard Jolu respond, then felt the thump he was dealt, too. My head rang like a gong. “Hey,” I said to the soldiers. “Hey, listen! We’re just high school students. I wanted to flag you down because my friend was bleeding. Someone stabbed him.” I had no idea how much of this was making it through the muffling bag. I kept talking. “Listen-this is some kind of misunderstanding. We’ve got to get my friend to a hospital-” Someone went upside my head again. It felt like they used a baton or something-it was harder than anyone had ever hit me in the head before. My eyes swam and watered and I literally couldn’t breathe through the pain. A moment later, I caught my breath, but I didn’t say anything. I’d learned my lesson. Based on what you read, explain the type of conflict Marcus is facing.

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The only way of expressing emotion in the form of art is by finding an “objective correlative”; in other words, a set of objects, a situation, a chain of events which shall be the formula of that particular emotion; such that when the external facts, which must terminate in sensory experience, are given, the emotion is immediately evoked. If you examine any of Shakespeare’s more successful tragedies, you will find this exact equivalence; you will find that the state of mind of Lady Macbeth walking in her sleep has been communicated to you by a skilful accumulation of imagined sensory impressions; the words of Macbeth on hearing of his wife’s death strike us as if, given the sequence of events, these words were automatically released by the last event in the series. The artistic “inevitability” lies in this complete adequacy of the external to the emotion; and this is precisely what is deficient in Hamlet. Hamlet (the man) is dominated by an emotion which is inexpressible, because it is in excess of the facts as they appear. And the supposed identity of Hamlet with his author is genuine to this point: that Hamlet’s bafflement at the absence of objective equivalent to his feelings is a prolongation of the bafflement of his creator in the face of his artistic problem. Hamlet is up against the difficulty that his disgust is occasioned by his mother, but that his mother is not an adequate equivalent for it; his disgust envelops and exceeds her. It is thus a feeling which he cannot understand; he cannot objectify it, and it therefore remains to poison life and obstruct action. None of the possible actions can satisfy it; and nothing that Shakespeare can do with the plot can express Hamlet for him. And it must be noticed that the very nature of the données of the problem precludes objective equivalence. To have heightened the criminality of Gertrude would have been to provide the formula for a totally different emotion in Hamlet; it is just because her character is so negative and insignificant that she arouses in Hamlet the feeling which she is incapable of representing. The author of this passage wants to argue that?

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