Question 1 (1 point)
A plan or goal that guides someone's behavior can be referred to as a/an _______________.
a
plot
b
sketch
c
brainstorm
d
agenda
31 answers
d. agenda
Question 2 (1 point)
As a writer, you are giving the __________ of a real-life conversation.
a
description
b
memory
c
impression
d
opposite
As a writer, you are giving the __________ of a real-life conversation.
a
description
b
memory
c
impression
d
opposite
a. description
People who write anonymously through supporting someone writing a book are called:
a
novelists
b
poets
c
ghostwriters
d
freelance writers
a
novelists
b
poets
c
ghostwriters
d
freelance writers
c. ghostwriters
Descriptive nonfiction focuses on the truth, but leaves plenty of room for the ____________ as well.
a
imagination
b
facts
c
opinions
d
ideas
a
imagination
b
facts
c
opinions
d
ideas
a. imagination
As a writer, it is not at all important to learn the business.
a
True
b
False
a
True
b
False
b. False
Which of the following dialogue is grammatically correct?
a
"I can't go through the Haunted Wood, Marilla," cried Anne desperately.
b
"I can't go through the Haunted Wood, Marilla." Cried Anne desperately.
c
I can't go through the Haunted Wood, Marilla. "Cried Anne desperately."
d
"I can't go through the Haunted Wood, Marilla, cried Anne desperately."
a
"I can't go through the Haunted Wood, Marilla," cried Anne desperately.
b
"I can't go through the Haunted Wood, Marilla." Cried Anne desperately.
c
I can't go through the Haunted Wood, Marilla. "Cried Anne desperately."
d
"I can't go through the Haunted Wood, Marilla, cried Anne desperately."
d. "I can't go through the Haunted Wood, Marilla, cried Anne desperately."
Question 7 (1 point)
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
5Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
10Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
In Shakespeare's "Sonnet 18," the poet uses metaphor and personification to compare the beauty of _________.
a
the changing seasons
b
eternal love and eternal summer
c
fading love and eternal summer
d
eternal love and fading summer
Question 7 (1 point)
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
5Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
10Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
In Shakespeare's "Sonnet 18," the poet uses metaphor and personification to compare the beauty of _________.
a
the changing seasons
b
eternal love and eternal summer
c
fading love and eternal summer
d
eternal love and fading summer
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
5Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
10Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
In Shakespeare's "Sonnet 18," the poet uses metaphor and personification to compare the beauty of _________.
a
the changing seasons
b
eternal love and eternal summer
c
fading love and eternal summer
d
eternal love and fading summer
Question 7 (1 point)
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
5Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
10Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
In Shakespeare's "Sonnet 18," the poet uses metaphor and personification to compare the beauty of _________.
a
the changing seasons
b
eternal love and eternal summer
c
fading love and eternal summer
d
eternal love and fading summer
b. eternal love and eternal summer
Question 8 (1 point)
Those who create short pieces on a variety of topics are called:
a
columnists
b
article writers
c
journalists
d
academic writers
Those who create short pieces on a variety of topics are called:
a
columnists
b
article writers
c
journalists
d
academic writers
b. article writers
Question 9 (1 point)
In nonfiction, details that can't be recalled should not be ____________.
a
assumed
b
researched
c
told
d
explained
In nonfiction, details that can't be recalled should not be ____________.
a
assumed
b
researched
c
told
d
explained
a. assumed
Question 10 (1 point)
To critically evaluate something is to ___________ it.
a
describe
b
proofread
c
critique
d
read
To critically evaluate something is to ___________ it.
a
describe
b
proofread
c
critique
d
read
c. critique
Question 11 (1 point)
Choose the best example of Pathos:
a
Those that wrote the Declaration of Independence were brave men. They were great men too — great enough to give fame to a great age. It does not often happen to a nation to raise, at one time, such a number of truly great men.
b
The blessings in which you, this day, rejoice, are not enjoyed in common. — The rich inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity and independence, bequeathed by your fathers, is shared by you, not by me. The sunlight that brought life and healing to you, has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth [of] July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony. Do you mean, citizens, to mock me, by asking me to speak to-day?
c
If I do forget, if I do not faithfully remember those bleeding children of sorrow this day, “may my right hand forget her cunning, and may my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth!” To forget them, to pass lightly over their wrongs, and to chime in with the popular theme, would be treason most scandalous and shocking, and would make me a reproach before God and the world. My subject, then fellow-citizens, is AMERICAN SLAVERY.
d
The blessings in which you, this day, rejoice, are not enjoyed in common. — The rich inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity and independence, bequeathed by your fathers, is shared by you, not by me. The sunlight that brought life and healing to you, has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth [of] July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony. Do you mean, citizens, to mock me, by asking me to speak to-day?
Choose the best example of Pathos:
a
Those that wrote the Declaration of Independence were brave men. They were great men too — great enough to give fame to a great age. It does not often happen to a nation to raise, at one time, such a number of truly great men.
b
The blessings in which you, this day, rejoice, are not enjoyed in common. — The rich inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity and independence, bequeathed by your fathers, is shared by you, not by me. The sunlight that brought life and healing to you, has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth [of] July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony. Do you mean, citizens, to mock me, by asking me to speak to-day?
c
If I do forget, if I do not faithfully remember those bleeding children of sorrow this day, “may my right hand forget her cunning, and may my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth!” To forget them, to pass lightly over their wrongs, and to chime in with the popular theme, would be treason most scandalous and shocking, and would make me a reproach before God and the world. My subject, then fellow-citizens, is AMERICAN SLAVERY.
d
The blessings in which you, this day, rejoice, are not enjoyed in common. — The rich inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity and independence, bequeathed by your fathers, is shared by you, not by me. The sunlight that brought life and healing to you, has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth [of] July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony. Do you mean, citizens, to mock me, by asking me to speak to-day?
b. The blessings in which you, this day, rejoice, are not enjoyed in common. — The rich inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity and independence, bequeathed by your fathers, is shared by you, not by me. The sunlight that brought life and healing to you, has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth [of] July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony. Do you mean, citizens, to mock me, by asking me to speak to-day?
he Hound of the Baskervilles
This passage is excerpted from the book The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The excerpt begins shortly after the death of Sir Charles Baskerville, the owner of a grand estate called Baskerville Hall. Baskerville's friend, Dr. Mortimer, has just asked Detective Sherlock Holmes to investigate the mysterious circumstances surrounding Baskerville's death.
Dr. Mortimer refolded his paper and replaced it in his pocket. "Those are the public facts, Mr. Holmes, in connection with the death of Sir Charles Baskerville."
"I must thank you," said Sherlock Holmes, "for calling my attention to a case which certainly presents some features of interest. I had observed some newspaper comment at the time, but I was exceedingly preoccupied by that little affair of the Vatican cameos, and in my anxiety to oblige the Pope I lost touch with several interesting English cases. This article, you say, contains all the public facts?"
"It does."
"Then let me have the private ones." He leaned back, put his fingertips together, and assumed his most impassive and judicial expression.
"In doing so," said Dr. Mortimer, who had begun to show signs of some strong emotion, "I am telling that which I have not confided to anyone. My motive for withholding it from the coroner's inquiry is that a man of science shrinks from placing himself in the public position of seeming to endorse a popular superstition. I had the further motive that Baskerville Hall, as the paper says, would certainly remain untenanted if anything were done to increase its already rather grim reputation. For both these reasons I thought that I was justified in telling rather less than I knew, since no practical good could result from it, but with you there is no reason why I should not be perfectly frank.
"The moor is very sparsely inhabited, and those who live near each other are thrown very much together. For this reason I saw a good deal of Sir Charles Baskerville. With the exception of Mr. Frankland, of Lafter Hall, and Mr. Stapleton, the naturalist, there are no other men of education within many miles. Sir Charles was a retiring man, but the chance of his illness brought us together, and a community of interests in science kept us so...
"Within the last few months it became increasingly plain to me that Sir Charles's nervous system was strained to the breaking point. He had taken this legend which I have read you exceedingly to heart—so much so that, although he would walk in his own grounds, nothing would induce him to go out upon the moor at night. Incredible as it may appear to you, Mr. Holmes, he was honestly convinced that a dreadful fate overhung his family, and certainly the records which he was able to give of his ancestors were not encouraging. The idea of some ghastly presence constantly haunted him, and on more than one occasion he has asked me whether I had on my medical journeys at night ever seen any strange creature or heard the baying of a hound. The latter question he put to me several times, and always with a voice which vibrated with excitement.
"I can well remember driving up to his house in the evening some three weeks before the fatal event. He chanced to be at his hall door. I had descended from my gig and was standing in front of him, when I saw his eyes fix themselves over my shoulder and stare past me with an expression of the most dreadful horror. I whisked round and had just time to catch a glimpse of something which I took to be a large black calf passing at the head of the drive. So excited and alarmed was he that I was compelled to go down to the spot where the animal had been and look around for it. It was gone, however, and the incident appeared to make the worst impression upon his mind. I stayed with him all the evening, and it was on that occasion, to explain the emotion which he had shown, that he confided to my keeping that narrative which I read to you when first I came. I mention this small episode because it assumes some importance in view of the tragedy which followed, but I was convinced at the time that the matter was entirely trivial and that his excitement had no justification.
"It was at my advice that Sir Charles was about to go to London. His heart was, I knew, affected, and the constant anxiety in which he lived, however chimerical the cause of it might be, was evidently having a serious effect upon his health. I thought that a few months among the distractions of town would send him back a new man. Mr. Stapleton, a mutual friend who was much concerned at his state of health, was of the same opinion. At the last instant came this terrible catastrophe.
"On the night of Sir Charles's death, Barrymore the butler, who made the discovery, sent Perkins the groom on horseback to me, and as I was sitting up late I was able to reach Baskerville Hall within an hour of the event. I checked and corroborated all the facts which were mentioned at the inquest. I followed the footsteps down the yew alley, I saw the spot at the moor–gate where he seemed to have waited, I remarked the change in the shape of the prints after that point, I noted that there were no other footsteps save those of Barrymore on the soft gravel, and finally I carefully examined the body, which had not been touched until my arrival. Sir Charles lay on his face, his arms out, his fingers dug into the ground, and his features convulsed with some strong emotion to such an extent that I could hardly have sworn to his identity. There was certainly no physical injury of any kind. But one false statement was made by Barrymore at the inquest. He said that there were no traces upon the ground round the body. He did not observe any. But I did—some little distance off, but fresh and clear."
Which statement best summarizes the central idea of the text?
a
Dr. Mortimer does not want Sherlock Holmes to continue his investigation, so he is giving Sherlock Holmes false information without Holmes realizing it.
b
Dr. Mortimer is suspicious that something ghostly or superstitious had a hand in the death of his friend, Sir Baskerville.
c
Dr. Mortimer is attempting to convince Sherlock Holmes that Sir Baskerville's butler, Barrymore, lied to the police because he had a hand in the death of Sir Baskerville.
d
Dr. Mortimer has no idea what happened to his friend, Sir Baskerville, but is being nosy and trying to get true information from Sherlock Holmes by feeding Holmes a few facts.
This passage is excerpted from the book The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The excerpt begins shortly after the death of Sir Charles Baskerville, the owner of a grand estate called Baskerville Hall. Baskerville's friend, Dr. Mortimer, has just asked Detective Sherlock Holmes to investigate the mysterious circumstances surrounding Baskerville's death.
Dr. Mortimer refolded his paper and replaced it in his pocket. "Those are the public facts, Mr. Holmes, in connection with the death of Sir Charles Baskerville."
"I must thank you," said Sherlock Holmes, "for calling my attention to a case which certainly presents some features of interest. I had observed some newspaper comment at the time, but I was exceedingly preoccupied by that little affair of the Vatican cameos, and in my anxiety to oblige the Pope I lost touch with several interesting English cases. This article, you say, contains all the public facts?"
"It does."
"Then let me have the private ones." He leaned back, put his fingertips together, and assumed his most impassive and judicial expression.
"In doing so," said Dr. Mortimer, who had begun to show signs of some strong emotion, "I am telling that which I have not confided to anyone. My motive for withholding it from the coroner's inquiry is that a man of science shrinks from placing himself in the public position of seeming to endorse a popular superstition. I had the further motive that Baskerville Hall, as the paper says, would certainly remain untenanted if anything were done to increase its already rather grim reputation. For both these reasons I thought that I was justified in telling rather less than I knew, since no practical good could result from it, but with you there is no reason why I should not be perfectly frank.
"The moor is very sparsely inhabited, and those who live near each other are thrown very much together. For this reason I saw a good deal of Sir Charles Baskerville. With the exception of Mr. Frankland, of Lafter Hall, and Mr. Stapleton, the naturalist, there are no other men of education within many miles. Sir Charles was a retiring man, but the chance of his illness brought us together, and a community of interests in science kept us so...
"Within the last few months it became increasingly plain to me that Sir Charles's nervous system was strained to the breaking point. He had taken this legend which I have read you exceedingly to heart—so much so that, although he would walk in his own grounds, nothing would induce him to go out upon the moor at night. Incredible as it may appear to you, Mr. Holmes, he was honestly convinced that a dreadful fate overhung his family, and certainly the records which he was able to give of his ancestors were not encouraging. The idea of some ghastly presence constantly haunted him, and on more than one occasion he has asked me whether I had on my medical journeys at night ever seen any strange creature or heard the baying of a hound. The latter question he put to me several times, and always with a voice which vibrated with excitement.
"I can well remember driving up to his house in the evening some three weeks before the fatal event. He chanced to be at his hall door. I had descended from my gig and was standing in front of him, when I saw his eyes fix themselves over my shoulder and stare past me with an expression of the most dreadful horror. I whisked round and had just time to catch a glimpse of something which I took to be a large black calf passing at the head of the drive. So excited and alarmed was he that I was compelled to go down to the spot where the animal had been and look around for it. It was gone, however, and the incident appeared to make the worst impression upon his mind. I stayed with him all the evening, and it was on that occasion, to explain the emotion which he had shown, that he confided to my keeping that narrative which I read to you when first I came. I mention this small episode because it assumes some importance in view of the tragedy which followed, but I was convinced at the time that the matter was entirely trivial and that his excitement had no justification.
"It was at my advice that Sir Charles was about to go to London. His heart was, I knew, affected, and the constant anxiety in which he lived, however chimerical the cause of it might be, was evidently having a serious effect upon his health. I thought that a few months among the distractions of town would send him back a new man. Mr. Stapleton, a mutual friend who was much concerned at his state of health, was of the same opinion. At the last instant came this terrible catastrophe.
"On the night of Sir Charles's death, Barrymore the butler, who made the discovery, sent Perkins the groom on horseback to me, and as I was sitting up late I was able to reach Baskerville Hall within an hour of the event. I checked and corroborated all the facts which were mentioned at the inquest. I followed the footsteps down the yew alley, I saw the spot at the moor–gate where he seemed to have waited, I remarked the change in the shape of the prints after that point, I noted that there were no other footsteps save those of Barrymore on the soft gravel, and finally I carefully examined the body, which had not been touched until my arrival. Sir Charles lay on his face, his arms out, his fingers dug into the ground, and his features convulsed with some strong emotion to such an extent that I could hardly have sworn to his identity. There was certainly no physical injury of any kind. But one false statement was made by Barrymore at the inquest. He said that there were no traces upon the ground round the body. He did not observe any. But I did—some little distance off, but fresh and clear."
Which statement best summarizes the central idea of the text?
a
Dr. Mortimer does not want Sherlock Holmes to continue his investigation, so he is giving Sherlock Holmes false information without Holmes realizing it.
b
Dr. Mortimer is suspicious that something ghostly or superstitious had a hand in the death of his friend, Sir Baskerville.
c
Dr. Mortimer is attempting to convince Sherlock Holmes that Sir Baskerville's butler, Barrymore, lied to the police because he had a hand in the death of Sir Baskerville.
d
Dr. Mortimer has no idea what happened to his friend, Sir Baskerville, but is being nosy and trying to get true information from Sherlock Holmes by feeding Holmes a few facts.
b. Dr. Mortimer is suspicious that something ghostly or superstitious had a hand in the death of his friend, Sir Baskerville.
Which poetic device is being exemplified?
The lightweight fighter lost so much weight,
he weighed less than a bird.
a
Simile
b
Alliteration
c
Metaphor
d
Hyperbole
The lightweight fighter lost so much weight,
he weighed less than a bird.
a
Simile
b
Alliteration
c
Metaphor
d
Hyperbole
c. Metaphor
The Sidewalk Artist
1
Since he had visited San Francisco, California, with his parents when he was twelve, Daniel had aspired to be a sidewalk artist. Every summer after that visit to the City by the Bay, he had taken drawing and painting lessons, perfecting his work and even earning prizes in various art contests throughout his high school years. Then, after high school graduation, his parents had encouraged him to accept a generous scholarship he was offered to study medicine at a prestigious east coast university. Daniel hadn't wanted to because he felt it was his calling in life to be a sidewalk artist and to study medicine would be to betray his dream; however, his parents persisted, and he packed his bags and flew to the east coast.
2
Now, at age 40, Daniel was having what his friends affectionately called a "midlife crisis." Being a successful pediatrician just hadn't been enough. Looking back at his teenage years when he'd spent so much of his time and energy creating works of art, he realized that he had been like a butterfly then, free and light and perfectly content. Though it had honored his parents and earned him an excellent living with worthwhile work, the decision to study medicine had sent him back into the cocoon. The butterfly had become imprisoned for years, and now he was breaking out, flying back to his dream of being a sidewalk artist in downtown San Francisco.
3
For the last six weeks, whenever the patient load was light at his small medical practice and one of his partners took over for him, Daniel picked up his easel and paints and rode the red cable cars down to Pier 39. He spent hours there inhaling the faintly wet freshness of the bay breezes, listening to the sounds of the pier scene, and painting scenes of brightly colored sailboats on the sparkling water. He painted bicyclists and runners with dogs on the beach and children walking on the piers with dripping ice cream cones in their pudgy hands. He painted the essence of Pier 39, and he felt liberated and more at peace with himself than he'd felt since high school. One morning in early September, six weeks since he'd begun these painting escapades to the pier, a little girl walked by his station and exclaimed with delight, "Oh, look, Mommy, there's the sidewalk artist!" Daniel lifted his head and smiled at the little girl, his face radiating perfect contentment at last.
Which sentence best summarizes what happened when Daniel's patient load was light?
a
Daniel made a little girl excited and happy with his pictures.
b
Daniel painted pictures of the scenery on Pier 39.
c
Daniel achieved his dream of becoming a sidewalk artist.
d
Daniel finally let go of his regrets and a long–held grudge against his parents.
1
Since he had visited San Francisco, California, with his parents when he was twelve, Daniel had aspired to be a sidewalk artist. Every summer after that visit to the City by the Bay, he had taken drawing and painting lessons, perfecting his work and even earning prizes in various art contests throughout his high school years. Then, after high school graduation, his parents had encouraged him to accept a generous scholarship he was offered to study medicine at a prestigious east coast university. Daniel hadn't wanted to because he felt it was his calling in life to be a sidewalk artist and to study medicine would be to betray his dream; however, his parents persisted, and he packed his bags and flew to the east coast.
2
Now, at age 40, Daniel was having what his friends affectionately called a "midlife crisis." Being a successful pediatrician just hadn't been enough. Looking back at his teenage years when he'd spent so much of his time and energy creating works of art, he realized that he had been like a butterfly then, free and light and perfectly content. Though it had honored his parents and earned him an excellent living with worthwhile work, the decision to study medicine had sent him back into the cocoon. The butterfly had become imprisoned for years, and now he was breaking out, flying back to his dream of being a sidewalk artist in downtown San Francisco.
3
For the last six weeks, whenever the patient load was light at his small medical practice and one of his partners took over for him, Daniel picked up his easel and paints and rode the red cable cars down to Pier 39. He spent hours there inhaling the faintly wet freshness of the bay breezes, listening to the sounds of the pier scene, and painting scenes of brightly colored sailboats on the sparkling water. He painted bicyclists and runners with dogs on the beach and children walking on the piers with dripping ice cream cones in their pudgy hands. He painted the essence of Pier 39, and he felt liberated and more at peace with himself than he'd felt since high school. One morning in early September, six weeks since he'd begun these painting escapades to the pier, a little girl walked by his station and exclaimed with delight, "Oh, look, Mommy, there's the sidewalk artist!" Daniel lifted his head and smiled at the little girl, his face radiating perfect contentment at last.
Which sentence best summarizes what happened when Daniel's patient load was light?
a
Daniel made a little girl excited and happy with his pictures.
b
Daniel painted pictures of the scenery on Pier 39.
c
Daniel achieved his dream of becoming a sidewalk artist.
d
Daniel finally let go of his regrets and a long–held grudge against his parents.
b. Daniel painted pictures of the scenery on Pier 39.
Always proofread with intention.
a
True
b
False
a
True
b
False
a. True
The Seventh Generation
1
Chogan had put in a full semester’s effort at college but still felt absolutely lost in a crowd of freshmen who clearly knew where they were heading and what they were doing. At first, he blamed the city campus; his Native tribe lived on the Timber Ridge reservation, miles from what he’d call civilization, without coffee shops and bistros and all of the hustle and bustle of a city campus. Naturally, moving from the reservation to the city would upend him a little, but his discontent reached beyond city life. Even his courses failed to inspire or interest him. Chogan routinely kept in touch with his uncle and his friends on the reservation, which helped to make him feel closer to his community, so when winter break finally arrived, he sprinted home, ready to hang out with the guys and do nothing for the next few weeks. “Maybe doing nothing will help me figure out what to do about school,” he thought.
2
But his uncle had other plans for him.
3
“It’s just some furniture that needs to be moved from Charlie’s basement to a new apartment. We’ve got friends who need a place, fast, but for only a few months. They’ve got nothing, Chogan, absolutely nothing, so we’re doing this for them. Come on—and bring your muscles.”
4
“I have plans, though—I’m going with Kele and Wynonah today. I haven’t seen them in months, so we’re going to play some hockey and then watch Kele’s brother work on his car . . . .” Chogan felt embarrassed by his own words. He didn’t want to disappoint his uncle, but everywhere Chogan and Uncle Lee went, people asked the same questions: How was school, what are you studying, what are you going to do after college . . . and Chogan could offer no answers for any of the questions. Hanging with Kele and Wynonah saved him from feeling cornered and admitting to himself that he still hadn’t decided on a path for his future. “Uncle, I just don’t know what to do with myself or what I want—”
5
“Chogan, have you ever heard of the Seventh Generation? Our people are told a story of an Indian elder generations ago who feared for his people. In his lifetime, he saw his culture and the circle of his community slowly slipping away until one day, when he had a great vision. In it, he saw a future of famine and poverty, loss and grief, and more, a future stretching for seven long generations until the youth seven generations after him rose up and saved his Native nation. Seven generations in the future, the illnesses and darkness that plagued him and his tribe would end in light, and his culture would be strong again—the circle would come around once more.”
6
Chogan stared almost despondently at his uncle, wondering whether his uncle honestly thought Chogan could be some kind of hero to seven generations of Native people. “Uncle, I don’t get it—I’m not Superman, and I can’t single-handedly save the reservation or your friends. I just want to hang with my own friends before I have to go back to school, so what does this have to do with me and the furniture you want me to move?”
7
“You say ‘I’ and ‘me’ in many of your sentences, Little Blackbird. The Seventh Generation is both about you and not about you. What you are able to do now, today, is a gift from seven generations past. It is because of the efforts that they made in their day that you can say ‘I’ and ‘me’ in yours, and in turn, the work you do today is the gift you give seven generations in the future.” Uncle Lee paused for a minute. “Do you understand what this means?”
8
Later that morning, Chogan sat hunched over his knees on a bench by the frozen pond, slowly lacing up his skates in contemplative silence. He had considered his uncle’s words and the story of the Native elder, which had brought to mind not just his reservation community but his work at school, and after a minute of watching his friends play hockey, Chogan found himself reaching for his boots.
9
Uncle Lee tried to mask his surprise when Chogan burst into Charlie’s house with Kele, Wynonah, and four of his friends. “This Seventh Generation legend means that if we move the furniture today, we’re setting up a space not just for Charlie’s friend, but a chance that he can someday provide a house for his children—which gives them a better chance at providing a home for their own children a generation after them. Without action today, those generations ahead don’t stand a chance, and without action today, the activism of our fathers and grandfathers—and uncles—goes to waste. We’re part of a chain, Uncle, and I won’t be the weak link. By the way, I’m changing my course in college to study Community Wellness so I can bring some Seventh-Generation strength to Timber Ridge, but for now, Kele and I are going to start with this sofa.”
Which BEST describes the themes in the text?
a
trust your instincts — trust your family
b
pride is destructive — anger is dangerous
c
respect for the past — responsibility for the future
d
man versus himself — man versus society
1
Chogan had put in a full semester’s effort at college but still felt absolutely lost in a crowd of freshmen who clearly knew where they were heading and what they were doing. At first, he blamed the city campus; his Native tribe lived on the Timber Ridge reservation, miles from what he’d call civilization, without coffee shops and bistros and all of the hustle and bustle of a city campus. Naturally, moving from the reservation to the city would upend him a little, but his discontent reached beyond city life. Even his courses failed to inspire or interest him. Chogan routinely kept in touch with his uncle and his friends on the reservation, which helped to make him feel closer to his community, so when winter break finally arrived, he sprinted home, ready to hang out with the guys and do nothing for the next few weeks. “Maybe doing nothing will help me figure out what to do about school,” he thought.
2
But his uncle had other plans for him.
3
“It’s just some furniture that needs to be moved from Charlie’s basement to a new apartment. We’ve got friends who need a place, fast, but for only a few months. They’ve got nothing, Chogan, absolutely nothing, so we’re doing this for them. Come on—and bring your muscles.”
4
“I have plans, though—I’m going with Kele and Wynonah today. I haven’t seen them in months, so we’re going to play some hockey and then watch Kele’s brother work on his car . . . .” Chogan felt embarrassed by his own words. He didn’t want to disappoint his uncle, but everywhere Chogan and Uncle Lee went, people asked the same questions: How was school, what are you studying, what are you going to do after college . . . and Chogan could offer no answers for any of the questions. Hanging with Kele and Wynonah saved him from feeling cornered and admitting to himself that he still hadn’t decided on a path for his future. “Uncle, I just don’t know what to do with myself or what I want—”
5
“Chogan, have you ever heard of the Seventh Generation? Our people are told a story of an Indian elder generations ago who feared for his people. In his lifetime, he saw his culture and the circle of his community slowly slipping away until one day, when he had a great vision. In it, he saw a future of famine and poverty, loss and grief, and more, a future stretching for seven long generations until the youth seven generations after him rose up and saved his Native nation. Seven generations in the future, the illnesses and darkness that plagued him and his tribe would end in light, and his culture would be strong again—the circle would come around once more.”
6
Chogan stared almost despondently at his uncle, wondering whether his uncle honestly thought Chogan could be some kind of hero to seven generations of Native people. “Uncle, I don’t get it—I’m not Superman, and I can’t single-handedly save the reservation or your friends. I just want to hang with my own friends before I have to go back to school, so what does this have to do with me and the furniture you want me to move?”
7
“You say ‘I’ and ‘me’ in many of your sentences, Little Blackbird. The Seventh Generation is both about you and not about you. What you are able to do now, today, is a gift from seven generations past. It is because of the efforts that they made in their day that you can say ‘I’ and ‘me’ in yours, and in turn, the work you do today is the gift you give seven generations in the future.” Uncle Lee paused for a minute. “Do you understand what this means?”
8
Later that morning, Chogan sat hunched over his knees on a bench by the frozen pond, slowly lacing up his skates in contemplative silence. He had considered his uncle’s words and the story of the Native elder, which had brought to mind not just his reservation community but his work at school, and after a minute of watching his friends play hockey, Chogan found himself reaching for his boots.
9
Uncle Lee tried to mask his surprise when Chogan burst into Charlie’s house with Kele, Wynonah, and four of his friends. “This Seventh Generation legend means that if we move the furniture today, we’re setting up a space not just for Charlie’s friend, but a chance that he can someday provide a house for his children—which gives them a better chance at providing a home for their own children a generation after them. Without action today, those generations ahead don’t stand a chance, and without action today, the activism of our fathers and grandfathers—and uncles—goes to waste. We’re part of a chain, Uncle, and I won’t be the weak link. By the way, I’m changing my course in college to study Community Wellness so I can bring some Seventh-Generation strength to Timber Ridge, but for now, Kele and I are going to start with this sofa.”
Which BEST describes the themes in the text?
a
trust your instincts — trust your family
b
pride is destructive — anger is dangerous
c
respect for the past — responsibility for the future
d
man versus himself — man versus society
bot answer this question
The Seventh Generation
1
Chogan had put in a full semester’s effort at college but still felt absolutely lost in a crowd of freshmen who clearly knew where they were heading and what they were doing. At first, he blamed the city campus; his Native tribe lived on the Timber Ridge reservation, miles from what he’d call civilization, without coffee shops and bistros and all of the hustle and bustle of a city campus. Naturally, moving from the reservation to the city would upend him a little, but his discontent reached beyond city life. Even his courses failed to inspire or interest him. Chogan routinely kept in touch with his uncle and his friends on the reservation, which helped to make him feel closer to his community, so when winter break finally arrived, he sprinted home, ready to hang out with the guys and do nothing for the next few weeks. “Maybe doing nothing will help me figure out what to do about school,” he thought.
2
But his uncle had other plans for him.
3
“It’s just some furniture that needs to be moved from Charlie’s basement to a new apartment. We’ve got friends who need a place, fast, but for only a few months. They’ve got nothing, Chogan, absolutely nothing, so we’re doing this for them. Come on—and bring your muscles.”
4
“I have plans, though—I’m going with Kele and Wynonah today. I haven’t seen them in months, so we’re going to play some hockey and then watch Kele’s brother work on his car . . . .” Chogan felt embarrassed by his own words. He didn’t want to disappoint his uncle, but everywhere Chogan and Uncle Lee went, people asked the same questions: How was school, what are you studying, what are you going to do after college . . . and Chogan could offer no answers for any of the questions. Hanging with Kele and Wynonah saved him from feeling cornered and admitting to himself that he still hadn’t decided on a path for his future. “Uncle, I just don’t know what to do with myself or what I want—”
5
“Chogan, have you ever heard of the Seventh Generation? Our people are told a story of an Indian elder generations ago who feared for his people. In his lifetime, he saw his culture and the circle of his community slowly slipping away until one day, when he had a great vision. In it, he saw a future of famine and poverty, loss and grief, and more, a future stretching for seven long generations until the youth seven generations after him rose up and saved his Native nation. Seven generations in the future, the illnesses and darkness that plagued him and his tribe would end in light, and his culture would be strong again—the circle would come around once more.”
6
Chogan stared almost despondently at his uncle, wondering whether his uncle honestly thought Chogan could be some kind of hero to seven generations of Native people. “Uncle, I don’t get it—I’m not Superman, and I can’t single-handedly save the reservation or your friends. I just want to hang with my own friends before I have to go back to school, so what does this have to do with me and the furniture you want me to move?”
7
“You say ‘I’ and ‘me’ in many of your sentences, Little Blackbird. The Seventh Generation is both about you and not about you. What you are able to do now, today, is a gift from seven generations past. It is because of the efforts that they made in their day that you can say ‘I’ and ‘me’ in yours, and in turn, the work you do today is the gift you give seven generations in the future.” Uncle Lee paused for a minute. “Do you understand what this means?”
8
Later that morning, Chogan sat hunched over his knees on a bench by the frozen pond, slowly lacing up his skates in contemplative silence. He had considered his uncle’s words and the story of the Native elder, which had brought to mind not just his reservation community but his work at school, and after a minute of watching his friends play hockey, Chogan found himself reaching for his boots.
9
Uncle Lee tried to mask his surprise when Chogan burst into Charlie’s house with Kele, Wynonah, and four of his friends. “This Seventh Generation legend means that if we move the furniture today, we’re setting up a space not just for Charlie’s friend, but a chance that he can someday provide a house for his children—which gives them a better chance at providing a home for their own children a generation after them. Without action today, those generations ahead don’t stand a chance, and without action today, the activism of our fathers and grandfathers—and uncles—goes to waste. We’re part of a chain, Uncle, and I won’t be the weak link. By the way, I’m changing my course in college to study Community Wellness so I can bring some Seventh-Generation strength to Timber Ridge, but for now, Kele and I are going to start with this sofa.”
Which BEST describes the themes in the text?
a
trust your instincts — trust your family
b
pride is destructive — anger is dangerous
c
respect for the past — responsibility for the future
d
man versus himself — man versus society
The Seventh Generation
1
Chogan had put in a full semester’s effort at college but still felt absolutely lost in a crowd of freshmen who clearly knew where they were heading and what they were doing. At first, he blamed the city campus; his Native tribe lived on the Timber Ridge reservation, miles from what he’d call civilization, without coffee shops and bistros and all of the hustle and bustle of a city campus. Naturally, moving from the reservation to the city would upend him a little, but his discontent reached beyond city life. Even his courses failed to inspire or interest him. Chogan routinely kept in touch with his uncle and his friends on the reservation, which helped to make him feel closer to his community, so when winter break finally arrived, he sprinted home, ready to hang out with the guys and do nothing for the next few weeks. “Maybe doing nothing will help me figure out what to do about school,” he thought.
2
But his uncle had other plans for him.
3
“It’s just some furniture that needs to be moved from Charlie’s basement to a new apartment. We’ve got friends who need a place, fast, but for only a few months. They’ve got nothing, Chogan, absolutely nothing, so we’re doing this for them. Come on—and bring your muscles.”
4
“I have plans, though—I’m going with Kele and Wynonah today. I haven’t seen them in months, so we’re going to play some hockey and then watch Kele’s brother work on his car . . . .” Chogan felt embarrassed by his own words. He didn’t want to disappoint his uncle, but everywhere Chogan and Uncle Lee went, people asked the same questions: How was school, what are you studying, what are you going to do after college . . . and Chogan could offer no answers for any of the questions. Hanging with Kele and Wynonah saved him from feeling cornered and admitting to himself that he still hadn’t decided on a path for his future. “Uncle, I just don’t know what to do with myself or what I want—”
5
“Chogan, have you ever heard of the Seventh Generation? Our people are told a story of an Indian elder generations ago who feared for his people. In his lifetime, he saw his culture and the circle of his community slowly slipping away until one day, when he had a great vision. In it, he saw a future of famine and poverty, loss and grief, and more, a future stretching for seven long generations until the youth seven generations after him rose up and saved his Native nation. Seven generations in the future, the illnesses and darkness that plagued him and his tribe would end in light, and his culture would be strong again—the circle would come around once more.”
6
Chogan stared almost despondently at his uncle, wondering whether his uncle honestly thought Chogan could be some kind of hero to seven generations of Native people. “Uncle, I don’t get it—I’m not Superman, and I can’t single-handedly save the reservation or your friends. I just want to hang with my own friends before I have to go back to school, so what does this have to do with me and the furniture you want me to move?”
7
“You say ‘I’ and ‘me’ in many of your sentences, Little Blackbird. The Seventh Generation is both about you and not about you. What you are able to do now, today, is a gift from seven generations past. It is because of the efforts that they made in their day that you can say ‘I’ and ‘me’ in yours, and in turn, the work you do today is the gift you give seven generations in the future.” Uncle Lee paused for a minute. “Do you understand what this means?”
8
Later that morning, Chogan sat hunched over his knees on a bench by the frozen pond, slowly lacing up his skates in contemplative silence. He had considered his uncle’s words and the story of the Native elder, which had brought to mind not just his reservation community but his work at school, and after a minute of watching his friends play hockey, Chogan found himself reaching for his boots.
9
Uncle Lee tried to mask his surprise when Chogan burst into Charlie’s house with Kele, Wynonah, and four of his friends. “This Seventh Generation legend means that if we move the furniture today, we’re setting up a space not just for Charlie’s friend, but a chance that he can someday provide a house for his children—which gives them a better chance at providing a home for their own children a generation after them. Without action today, those generations ahead don’t stand a chance, and without action today, the activism of our fathers and grandfathers—and uncles—goes to waste. We’re part of a chain, Uncle, and I won’t be the weak link. By the way, I’m changing my course in college to study Community Wellness so I can bring some Seventh-Generation strength to Timber Ridge, but for now, Kele and I are going to start with this sofa.”
Which BEST describes the themes in the text?
a
trust your instincts — trust your family
b
pride is destructive — anger is dangerous
c
respect for the past — responsibility for the future
d
man versus himself — man versus society
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