What are some characteristics that you learned about this student through his essay? Fat-Free Chocolate Milk Box
There I was, staring at that fat-free chocolate milk box, so common, so simple, yet something completely new for me, completely different from the bagged yogurts my grandmother packed in my lunchbox along with little snack-sized cakes wrapped in colorful packages. After two days of having arrived in New York City, The fact of being in a completely different place was just starting to hit me, surrounded by a different culture and a different language. I wondered what that little milk box would’ve thought if it found itself surrounded by the fresh bagged whole milk and
yogurts I previously had in my school lunches. The smelly, dry, brownish rice on my tray didn't look tasty at all and on top of that, being there made me nervous so I did not feel like eating. Staring at my tray in order to avoid eye contact with the other kids was starting to get boring and weird so opening the milk seemed like my best choice. I wanted to open it, but how? Am I supposed to get a straw and poke it?... Am I supposed to rip the whole thing?... What if I spill it? I don’t want to spill it… Should I ask for help? No.

Which excerpts from the war of the worldseffectively use setting to provide a contrast to the horror of the plot? (select all that apply.)the war of the worldshe remained standing at the edge of the pit that the thing had made for itself, staring at its strange appearance, astonished chiefly at its unusual shape and colour, and dimly perceiving even then some evidence of design in its arrival. the early morning was wonderfully still, and the sun, just clearing the pine trees towards weybridge, was already warm.they shouted consolation and promises, and went off back to the town again to get . one can imagine them, covered with sand, excited and disordered, running up the little street in the bright sunlight just as the shop folks were taking down their shutters and people were opening their bedroom windows.it was glaringly hot, not a cloud in the sky nor a breath of wind, and the only shadow was that of the few scattered pine trees. the burning heather had been extinguished, but the level ground towards ottershaw was blackened as far as one could see, and still giving off vertical streamers of smoke.an enormous hole had been made by the impact of the projectile, and the sand and gravel had been flung violently in every direction over the heath, forming heaps visible a mile and a half away. the heather was on fire eastward, and a thin blue smoke rose against the dawn.