This question has two parts. First, answer Part 1. Then, answer Part 2. Part 1 Read the excerpt from Does My Head Look Big in This? I can’t stop thinking about Hidaya and I feel sick with longing for my friends and teachers. Sick with longing for a school where we learned what every other student in any other Melbourne school learned but we could also pray and fast and wear a hijab and keep on being a teenager without having to answer questions or defend ourselves against news headlines. Where we sang “Advance Australia Fair” every morning at assembly and got detention if we didn’t take it seriously. Where we could deal with puberty and the teenage angst thing and have crushes and go on diets without being a prefix to terrorism, extremism, radicalism, any ism. What is the overall tone in this passage?