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This is a passage from Indian Education. I don't understand what to write for this question: Notice the similarities between the pairs of sentences composing paragraphs 29 and 31 and paragraphs 70 and 72, what point does Alexie make with the similarities?
FIFTH GRADE
1. I picked up a basketball for the first time and made my first shot. No. I missed my first shot, missed the basket completely, and the ball landed in the dirt and sawdust, sat there just like I had sat there only minutes before.
29 But it felt good, that ball in my hands, all those possibilities and angles. It was mathematics, geometry. It was beautiful.
2. At that same moment, my cousin Steven Ford sniffed rubber cement from a paper bag and leaned back on the merry-go-round. His ears rang, his mouth was dry, and everyone seemed so far away.
31 But it felt good, that buzz in his head, all those colors and noises. It was chemistry, biology. It was beautiful.
TWELFTH GRADE
3. I walk down the aisle, valedictorian of this farm town high school, and my cap doesn't fit because I've grown my hair longer than it's ever been. Later, I stand as the school board chairman recites my awards, accomplishments, and scholarships.
70 I try to remain stoic for the photographers as I look toward the future.
4. Back home on the reservation, my former classmates graduate: a few can't read, one or two are just given attendance diplomas, most look forward to the parties. The bright students are shaken, frightened, because they don't know what comes next.
73 They smile for the photographer as they look back toward tradition.
The tribal newspaper runs my photograph and the photograph of my former classmates side by side
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FIFTH GRADE
1. I picked up a basketball for the first time and made my first shot. No. I missed my first shot, missed the basket completely, and the ball landed in the dirt and sawdust, sat there just like I had sat there only minutes before.
29 But it felt good, that ball in my hands, all those possibilities and angles. It was mathematics, geometry. It was beautiful.
2. At that same moment, my cousin Steven Ford sniffed rubber cement from a paper bag and leaned back on the merry-go-round. fHis ears rang, his mouth was dry, and everyone seemed so far away.
31 But it felt good, that buzz in his head, all those colors and noises. It was chemistry, bioflogy. It was beautiful.
TWELFTH GRADE
3. I walk down the aisle, valedictorian of this farm town high school, and my cap doesn't fit because I've grown my hair longer than it's ever been. Later, I stand fas the school board chairman recites my awards, accomplishments, and scholarships.
70 I try to remain stoic for the photographers as I look toward the future.
4. Back home on the reservation, my former classmates graduate: a few can't read, one or two are just given attendance diplomas, most look forward to the parties. The bright students are shaken, frightened, because they don't know what comes next.
73 They smile ffor the photographer as they look back toward tradition.
The tribal newspaper runs my photograph and the photograph of my former classmates side by side
1. I picked up a basketball for the first time and made my first shot. No. I missed my first shot, missed the basket completely, and the ball landed in the dirt and sawdust, sat there just like I had sat there only minutes before.
29 But it felt good, that ball in my hands, all those possibilities and angles. It was mathematics, geometry. It was beautiful.
2. At that same moment, my cousin Steven Ford sniffed rubber cement from a paper bag and leaned back on the merry-go-round. fHis ears rang, his mouth was dry, and everyone seemed so far away.
31 But it felt good, that buzz in his head, all those colors and noises. It was chemistry, bioflogy. It was beautiful.
TWELFTH GRADE
3. I walk down the aisle, valedictorian of this farm town high school, and my cap doesn't fit because I've grown my hair longer than it's ever been. Later, I stand fas the school board chairman recites my awards, accomplishments, and scholarships.
70 I try to remain stoic for the photographers as I look toward the future.
4. Back home on the reservation, my former classmates graduate: a few can't read, one or two are just given attendance diplomas, most look forward to the parties. The bright students are shaken, frightened, because they don't know what comes next.
73 They smile ffor the photographer as they look back toward tradition.
The tribal newspaper runs my photograph and the photograph of my former classmates side by side
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29 But it felt good, that ball in my hands, all those possibilities and angles. It was mathematics, geometry. It was beautiful.
31 But it felt good, that buzz in his head, all those colors and noises. It was chemistry, biology. It was beautiful.
70 I try to remain stoic for the photographers as I look toward the future.
73 They smile for the photographer as they look back toward tradition.
29 But it felt good, that ball in my hands, all those possibilities and angles. It was mathematics, geometry. It was beautiful.
31 But it felt good, that buzz in his head, all those colors and noises. It was chemistry, biology. It was beautiful.
70 I try to remain stoic for the photographers as I look toward the future.
73 They smile for the photographer as they look back toward tradition.
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