My mom is always repeating the same old joke: if your friends all jumped off a cliff, would you jump, too? Of course not. But I get what she means. She's talking about peer pressure. Teenagers like us live with it every day. Pretty much every kid wants to be liked, to have friends, to be popular. No one wants people to think they aren't cool. While peer pressure is tough, giving in to it and getting in trouble is tougher. But teenagers are still learning to make good decisions. Like this one time my friend Harold wanted to take his dad's prized Jeep Grand Cherokee for a drive. Harold was 13, and he'd never driven a car before. But he figured he knew enough about operating a motor vehicle just by watching his parents drive. When his parents were out of town one weekend, Harold invited me and some of our friends over to his house so he could take us for a drive. I said, "Not me," because I knew it was a stupid thing to do. I told him and everybody else what I thought of the idea. (Driving isn't easy. It took my big brother weeks to get the hang of it.) Harold got mad and told me I was being a chicken. I said, "I'd rather be a chicken than get in an accident and have a broken leg."

What is the topic of this passage?

A.
Harold
B.
being popular
C.
peer pressure
D.
learning to driv

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream

Our coach’s idea of food for the entire wrestling team was tiny sandwiches and fruit.

Jeff's response to justin assumes that justin is following which maxim? justin: hey, jeff! jeff: yeah? justin: get ready for the news of the day! jeff: okay. justin: i got that job i was after! jeff: wow! that's great! justin: ! starts right now! later!