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Read Shakespeare's "Sonnet 19.”Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,And burn the long-liv'd phoenix, in her blood;Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,5And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,To the wide world and all her fading sweets;But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:O! carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;10Him in thy course untainted do allowFor beauty's pattern to succeeding men.Yet, do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong,My love shall in my verse ever live young.

Read the excerpt from "The Open Window."In the deepening twilight three figures were walking across the lawn towards the window; they all carried guns under their arms, and one of them was additionally burdened with a white coat hung over his shoulders. A tired brown spaniel kept close at their heels. Noiselessly they neared the house, and then a hoarse young voice chanted out of the dusk: "I said, Bertie, why do you bound?”Framton grabbed wildly at his stick and hat; the hall-door, the gravel-drive, and the front gate were dimly-noted stages in his headlong retreat. A cyclist coming along the road had to run into the hedge to avoid an imminent collision."Here we are, my dear,” said the bearer of the white mackintosh, coming in through the window; "fairly muddy, but most of it’s dry. Who was that who bolted out as we came up?”"A most extraordinary man, a Mr. Nuttel,” said Mrs. Sappleton; "could only talk about his illnesses, and dashed off without a word of good-bye or apology when you arrived. One would think he had seen a ghost.”

Which statements are true of realistic fiction? Select three options.

Read the excerpt from "The Open Window.""Her great tragedy happened just three years ago,” said the child; "that would be since your sister’s time.”"Her tragedy?” asked Framton; somehow in this restful country spot tragedies seemed out of place."You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an October afternoon,” said the niece, indicating a large French window that opened on to a lawn."It is quite warm for the time of the year,” said Framton; "but has that window got anything to do with the tragedy?”"Out through that window, three years ago to a day, her husband and her two young brothers went off for their day’s shooting. They never came back. In crossing the moor to their favourite snipe-shooting ground they were all three engulfed in a treacherous piece of bog. It had been that dreadful wet summer, you know, and places that were safe in other years gave way suddenly without warning. Their bodies were never recovered. That was the dreadful part of it.” Here the child’s voice lost its self-possessed note and became falteringly human. "Poor aunt always thinks that they will come back some day, they and the little brown spaniel that was lost with them, and walk in at that window just as they used to do. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it is quite dusk. Poor dear aunt, she has often told me how they went out, her husband with his white waterproof coat over his arm, and Ronnie, her youngest brother, singing, ‘Bertie, why do you bound?’ as he always did to tease her, because she said it got on her nerves. Do you know, sometimes on still, quiet evenings like this, I almost get a creepy feeling that they will all walk in through that window—”She broke off with a little shudder. It was a relief to Framton when the aunt bustled into the room with a whirl of apologies for being late in making her appearance."I hope Vera has been amusing you?” she said."She has been very interesting,” said Framton."I hope you don’t mind the open window,” said Mrs. Sappleton briskly; "my husband and brothers will be home directly from shooting, and they always come in this way. They’ve been out for snipe in the marshes today, so they’ll make a fine mess over my poor carpets. So like you men-folk, isn’t it?”She rattled on cheerfully about the shooting and the scarcity of birds, and the prospects for duck in the winter. To Framton it was all purely horrible.

Read the excerpt from Persepolis.

Which features make this an example of a Shakespearean sonnet? Select three options.

Read the excerpt from Persepolis.What is the central idea of these panels?

When should a student writing a research-based paper directly quote a research text instead of paraphrasing or summarizing it?

Read the excerpts from Does My Head Look Big in This? and Persepolis.Excerpt from Does My Head Look Big in This?:My best friends, Leila Okulgen and Yasmeen Khan, moved on to a public high school close to Coburg, where they live. I begged my parents to let me go with them but Mom and Dad insisted that I go to a private school. I tried everything. At first I sucked up to them big time, making them coffee after dinner, offering to set the table before Mom had a chance to ask me, letting them watch PBS documentaries when I wanted to watch Big Brother. That didn’t work. So I turned political, ranting about them perpetuating the snobby bourgeoisie power trip of our educational system which forges aristocratic divisions between social classes (I got that from a PBS documentary). Talk about having no compassion or social conscience. They just laughed at me and gave me a pile of literature about the school.Excerpt from Persepolis:

Read another excerpt from Colleen’s research-based essay on trends in education. (1) One trend certain to remain, and even expand, is the trend toward integrating technology into the classroom. (2) In many districts, the classroom has been transformed into a high-tech zone, other districts are lagging, due to a lack of either resources or vision. (3) According to research, the most successful districts incorporate technology at a much higher rate of computer equipment per student than the least successful districts (Pellegrin 14).

Read Shakespeare's "Sonnet 100.”Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so longTo speak of that which gives thee all thy might?Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeemIn gentle numbers time so idly spent;Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteemAnd gives thy pen both skill and argument.Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,If Time have any wrinkle graven there;If any, be a satire to decay,And make Time's spoils despised every where.Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life;So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife.

What is the white space between and around panels in a graphic novel?

Read the excerpt from Does My Head Look Big in This? by Randa Abdel-Fattah.I can’t sleep. What will Adam say?Adam? Who gives a crap about Adam?Not me. Uh-uh. Nope.He’ll probably laugh.Hey, that’s not fair. He’s not like that.

Read Shakespeare's "Sonnet 100.”Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so longTo speak of that which gives thee all thy might?Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem5In gentle numbers time so idly spent;Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteemAnd gives thy pen both skill and argument.Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,If Time have any wrinkle graven there;10If any, be a satire to decay,And make Time's spoils despised every where.Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life;So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife.

Which examples of situational irony does Saki use to create satire? Select two options.

Which excerpt from "The Storyteller” best supports the theme that the purpose of stories is to entertain?

What is the best description of realistic fiction?

Read the research question.Why do high school students not spend enough time doing physical activity each day?Which statement is the best evaluation of the research question?

What evidence from "The Storyteller” supports the theme that pride goes before a fall? Select two options.

Read the excerpt from "The Storyteller.""She did all that she was told, she was always truthful, she kept her clothes clean, ate milk puddings as though they were jam tarts, learned her lessons perfectly, and was polite in her manners.”"Was she pretty?” asked the bigger of the small girls."Not as pretty as any of you,” said the bachelor, "but she was horribly good.”There was a wave of reaction in favour of the story; the word horrible in connection with goodness was a novelty that commended itself. It seemed to introduce a ring of truth that was absent from the aunt’s tales of infant life.