Read the paragraph.

kev leaned heavily against the kitchen table where he sat, elbows propped, chin in his hands. inspiration would not come, though he had long pondered the essay topic in front of him. he exhaled a dreary sigh, the sound of which was interrupted by a drip from the kitchen faucet. kev’s eyelids drooped, and his thoughts drifted. which words reveal the pace of the story? check all that apply.

a.) kitchen table
b.) long pondered
c.) in front
d.) dreary sigh
e.) kitchen faucet
f.) eyelids drooped

Read the sentence. the referee said, “you won the match.” what change should be made to correct this sentence? capitalize match. capitalize you. capitalize referee. capitalize

Which sentence best describes the biased way the author approaches this topic? boars = bacon. and gammon, chops, sausages and feel your salivary glands begin to tingle at the thought of your teeth sinking into that first tender mouthful, and you will be half way towards a sensible attitude towards these creatures. they’re pigs. porkers, hogs, swine, if you will. they dig up people’s gardens, occasionally attack their dogs, spread disease and generally cause a nuisance. in culinary terms, they’re no different to cows or sheep or any of the other feeble-minded, four-legged frolickers which, in various pasties, pies and other assorted pastry cases, end up on our steaming plates on a daily basis. low in fat but high in deliciousness, by eating a wild boar you aren’t depriving poor little peppa and george of a long-lost cousin, but rather reaffirming your god-given position at the top of the food chain. if a boar could eat you it would, thus i say we should return the favour with interest. so say no to the misty-eyed squealers and man up, tuck in and pig out!

Read the excerpt from the poem "growing up italian" by maria mazziotti gillan and answer the question that follows. when i was a little girl, i thought everyone was italian, and that was good. we visted our aunts and uncles, and they visted us. the italian language smooth and sweet in my mouth. in kindergarten, english words fell on me, thick and sharp as hail. i grew silent, the italian word balanced on the edge of my tongue and the english word, lost during the first moment of every question. source: gillan, maria mazziotti. "growing up italian." poetrymagazine.com. poetry magazine, n.d. web. 30 mar. 2011. what is the tone of this poem? what does the tone reveal about the speaker of the poem and the conflict she faces? based on this excerpt, what can you predict about the theme of the poem?