My cell phone rings again. It is futile to ignore it; Valerie is persistent. When she wants something, she will continue to harass me until I give in. "Hello," I answer.

"State Fair, Bobbie?" she asks in her singsong voice. "When are we heading out? Only two more days left!"

I abhor the State Fair. The boisterous crowds, the insanely long lines, and the impossibility of finding a clean restroom all combine to make this an event that I utterly detest.

For Valerie, my best friend since middle school, the State Fair is a sign that divine powers really do exist.

"Really, Bobbie, where else can you pet a cow, ride a horse, fall ten stories, see the world’s smallest person and eat fried macaroni and cheese?" Valerie asks gleefully.

"Hades?" I guess.

The fried food at the State Fair is a gastronomical nightmare on its own. I once tried a fried pickle at the fair and was sick to my stomach for hours. And a fried donut hamburger with bacon, cheese, AND a greasy egg? How could that not be deleterious? Consuming a single serving of fair food has the potential to take years off your life. And I think about this. But then my better nature takes hold, and an image of Valerie's face on the other end of the line comes into view. I haven't seen her for a good month; our schedules are both so hectic. By and by, my hatred of the State Fair becomes inconsequential compared to my desire to spend time with Val. Besides, I don't have to eat the disgusting fair food. I can simply admire it from a safe distance.

Alas, I ignore my anti-fair bias for the umpteenth year. "Pick me up at noon," I say and hang up the phone.
According to the passage, Bobbie finally agrees to go to the fair because

A. Valerie convinces her using a tempting description
B. Valerie coerces her using peer pressure
C. she recognizes that she does not have to eat fair food
D. she wants to spend time with Valerie

What do u think u might go with a bestfriend that u don’t do with everyday friends( school friends)

Can i get it's due read the poem below, and then answer the questions that follow. the courage that my mother had by edna st. vincent millay the courage that my mother had went with her, and is with her still: rock from new england quarried; now granite in a granite hill. the golden brooch my mother wore she left behind for me to wear; i have no thing i treasure more: yet, it is something i could spare. oh, if instead she'd left to me the thing she took into the grave! - that courage like a rock, which she has no more need of, and i have. the metaphor in lines 3-4 suggest what about the mother? question 1 options: that the speaker's mother was a big, tough woman that the speaker's mother died before she should have that the speaker's mother did not leave anything to her child when she passed away that the speaker's mother was strong and brave < this is what i think the answer is. the courage that my mother had by edna st. vincent millay the courage that my mother had went with her, and is with her still: rock from new england quarried; now granite in a granite hill. the golden brooch my mother wore she left behind for me to wear; i have no thing i treasure more: yet, it is something i could spare. oh, if instead she'd left to me the thing she took into the grave! - that courage like a rock, which she has no more need of, and i have. based on the 2nd stanza, how does the speaker feel about the golden brooch that was passed down from the mother to child? question 2 options: the speaker thinks it was a waste of money the speaker places a high value on the item the speaker never wears the brooch the speaker feels it could be easily replaced the courage that my mother had by edna st. vincent millay the courage that my mother had went with her, and is with her still: rock from new england quarried; now granite in a granite hill. the golden brooch my mother wore she left behind for me to wear; i have no thing i treasure more: yet, it is something i could spare. oh, if instead she'd left to me the thing she took into the grave! - that courage like a rock, which she has no more need of, and i have. which line from stanza 2 supports the answer the the previous question? (how does the speaker feel about the brooch the mother passed down to child? ) question 3 options: the golden brooch my mother wore she left behind for me to wear; i have no thing i treasure more yet, it is something i could spare. the courage that my mother had by edna st. vincent millay the courage that my mother had went with her, and is with her still: rock from new england quarried; now granite in a granite hill. the golden brooch my mother wore she left behind for me to wear; i have no thing i treasure more: yet, it is something i could spare. oh, if instead she'd left to me the thing she took into the grave! - that courage like a rock, which she has no more need of, and i have. which item does the speaker admire and value the most that the mother possessed? question 4 options: courage a rock golden brooch granite the courage that my mother had by edna st. vincent millay the courage that my mother had went with her, and is with her still: rock from new england quarried; now granite in a granite hill. the golden brooch my mother wore she left behind for me to wear; i have no thing i treasure more: yet, it is something i could spare. oh, if instead she'd left to me the thing she took into the grave! - that courage like a rock, which she has no more need of, and i have. what is the theme of this poem? question 5 options: be careful what you wish for. some people do not get a good inheritance from their parents familial love is the most valuable thing honorable qualities can be more valuable than expensive items.

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