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A Complication or Two

The rejection letter from my Ivy League school of choice was the first major obstacle I encountered in my grand 10-year plan. It was not the last. I was 17, and at the time quite certain that nothing would derail me from my grandiose future. I planned to achieve everything my parents expected, and more. The first step was supposed to have been attending my parents’ alma mater, graduating with honors, and then moving on to law school without pausing to let my peers—or competitors—catch me. To say that’s not how it went is a gross understatement.

Needing a distraction in my moment of crisis, I decided to pick up another couple of hours of volunteer service. I rode the subway to Tri-Valley Hospital with that rejection letter wrinkled in my right fist. I probably should have left it at home, but I couldn’t bring myself to put it down. I’d spent so many hours volunteering at Tri-Valley to build my community service résumé that the trek there felt like it was accomplished on autopilot rather than through any active involvement on my part.

Alma was a new volunteer that morning, and I felt grateful for her presence, though I suppose I really didn’t pay much attention to her. Mostly, I was relieved to have something to focus on, other than the big fat rejection letter swelling in my pocket. I showed Alma the volunteer wing, which was really just a room with a few lockers, a microwave, and a lot of large posters with rules and cautionary messages. She shadowed me on that shift, and together we delivered food trays, chatted with bedridden patients who didn’t have visitors that morning, and carried out a number of fairly tedious tasks. I forgot Alma’s name three times and had to apologize. It was a unique enough name that I shouldn’t have forgotten once, but the rejection letter was burning a hole in my pocket and apparently in my mind.

At lunch, Alma sat across from me, even though by then several other regular volunteers had arrived and offered to take her out for real food rather than subjecting her to the cafeteria fare. I can’t imagine how far gone I must have seemed to her, but I’ll never forget what she said as I prodded the chocolate mass parading as cake on my tray. “You must really love what you do here,” she said. “I can tell you care about this place and the patients we visited.”

Her words dug into me, primarily because I had never once stopped to consider whether I enjoyed my time at the hospital. Hundreds of food trays served, hundreds of patients visited, and still somehow the whole experience amounted to nothing more than a checkmark on the extensive list of what I needed to accomplish to achieve my goals. I did think about it then, as I finished my dessert. She wasn’t incorrect. A lot of people hate hospitals—the lights, the sterile smell, the undercurrent of urgency, illness, and tragedy. But I didn’t hate it at all. The fact that I was there that day proved more than anything else that I saw it as a comfortable place.

Alma and I ended up attending the same university. It wasn’t Ivy League, and I wasn’t pre-law. Freshman year, I decided to complete my undergraduate degree on an accelerated three-year plan. Although that three years stretched to four-and-a-half, when I graduated, my wife of two years, whose name I had not forgotten once since that first day at Tri-Valley, was by my side and expecting our first daughter. Medical school was its own unique challenge, especially after the twins came along halfway through. We purchased our first house the year they turned six, after I landed a residency at Tri-Valley. But we slept in a nearby hotel for the first two months of home ownership because of a burst pipe that flooded our bedrooms the week we moved in.

Looking back, I suppose my life started with that letter. I don’t think everything necessarily happens for a reason—there’s too much tragedy in the world for that. But there’s no doubt that some misfortunes turn into pivotal moments that can alter the course of a person’s life for the better. Alma and I have been together for 30 years now, and I still wonder what that other life—the one in which my letter said “congratulations”—might look like. I expect it would have been pretty grand, full of its own triumphs and pitfalls. My children are fresh to the adult world, and when I see their tears as plans go sideways, I like to imagine that someday they’ll sit where I am with people to love, hobbies to pursue, and maybe even a spare dollar in the bank.

How does Alma influence the narrator's life?


a. She has lunch with him instead of going out with the other volunteers.

b. She is by his side throughout college.

c. She points out how much he loves his volunteer work.

d. She shadows the narrator on his shift and helps him with the patients.

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What effective communication you are.

• Clear Message
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Evaluate yourself and state what effective communication skills you pessess and explain why

Read "The Workers of Ellis Island"; and look at the photo.


Three men standing behind a seated man. The first man is wearing all black with a white collar. The second man is wearing a white shirt with a black jacket. The third man is wearing all white.


Which statement is most likely accurate?


The man on the left works as a surgeon at Ellis Island.

The man who is standing in the center is a clerk at Ellis Island.

The man who is sitting recently received medical attention.

The man on the right has traveled from a foreign country.

Read the excerpt from The Hot Zone.

She took up a scalpel and slit the monkey's abdomen, making a slow and gentle cut, keeping the blade well away from her gloved fingers. The spleen was puffed up and tough, leathery, like a globe of smoked salami. She did not see any bloody lesions inside this monkey. She had expected that the monkey's interior would be a lake of blood, but no, this monkey looked all right, it had not bled into itself.

Which strategy would be most helpful in determining the meaning of the word “scalpel”?

replacing “scalpel” with the nearby synonym “blade”
substituting the word “object” for the word “scalpel”
using context clues “away from her gloved fingers”
becoming familiar with prefixes, roots, and suffixes

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According to the text, which element has the LEAST number of
dimensions?
A) figure
B) line
C) plane
D) point

How would the author of the Blast “True to Yourself” respond to the character of Stargirl?

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The two angles shown in the figure are supplementary. What is the value of x?

What is the wavelength order of visible light from the shortest to the longest wavelength?

a. BIV C ROY
b. GIV R YOB
c. ROY G BIV
d. VIBG YOR

Do you think the men should be charged for plotting to kidnap the governor of Michigan ? explain why

Which invention brought on the industrial revolution and made science the new frontier?
A) the light bulb
B) electricity
C) the steam engine
D) the telephone

2. PART B: Which of the following details from paragraph 3
best supports the answer to Part A?

3. Why don't the men on the ranch accept Crooks as their equal?write a paragraph

Last summer our house was painted by me. The job took about two weeks. First, the exterior was washed using warm water and a mild detergent. Then all the chinks and pores in the walls were sealed with putty. After the putty had had a chance to dry, the exterior could be painted. A latex paint was used because it is easy to apply and cleans up with water. A whole week was needed to finish this part of the job. I was very careful to apply the paint evenly because I did not want to have to apply two coats. A color was used that was very close to the original color. Our house is a two-story house, which meant that a tall ladder was needed to do the second story. The paint can had to be balanced on the top rung of the ladder while I worked. When the job was finished, a great deal of satisfaction was felt by me. I had to pat myself on the back. Even my dad said that a good job was done.

Melville's description of Ahab's scar in this excerpt best develops which theme in the novel? the ability of man to let go of past wounds the harmony that exists between man and nature the ruling of man's present by his past wounds the destructive power of man's technologies

How does the simile "he felt that his ankle could snap like an old tree branch at any instant" affect the story?



It provides more insight into Malik as a character because he doesn't want to let down his team.


It adds to the mood of the story because everyone is so excited that Mailk's team could win the whole competition.


It raises the tension in the story by making a comparison that conveys the concern Malik feels about the risk of potential injury and loss.


It demonstrates the author's attitude toward Malik and Sean because of the tone the author uses to discuss Malik's injury.

Which words are opposites?
1.war, peace
2. dog, cat
3. weight, wait
4. crayons, paint

Where do you think people get ideas for new products? Select all that apply. from studying successful products from studying unsuccessful products from studying events in their daily life from studying history from studying the lives of inventors Note​

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However they obtained it, the Greeks couldn’t resist adding their own original “explanations” to the definitions. For example, a Greek writer named Horapollo said correctly that the picture of a goose stood for the word “son.” But then he explained that this was because geese took spe­cial care of their young, which was completely inaccurate. He wrote that the image of a rabbit meant “open” because a rabbit's eyes never close—an equally false statement.

—The Riddle of the Rosetta Stone,
James Cross Giblin

What is the point of view of James Cross Giblin in this passage from The Riddle of the Rosetta Stone?

According to The Riddle of the Rosetta Stone, what detail helped scholars determine that the second Egyptian inscription was a simpler form of Egyptian writing that had been created by “the people”?

The scholars had seen examples of it before written on rolls of papyrus, a writing material used by the Egyptians.
Since the scholars had already studied Egyptian languages, they recognized both the hieroglyphs and the demotic version.
The Greek inscription, which had already been deciphered, explained how to translate each of the Egyptian passages.
Since only ancient Egyptians understood hieroglyphs, the scholars knew the second inscription had to be a simpler version of the first.


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And Effie was right. That afternoon Towser was bitten in the garden by a dragon about the size of a rabbit, which he had tried to chase, and the next morning all the papers were full of the wonderful "winged lizards" that were appearing all over the country. The papers would not call them dragons, because, of course, no one believes in dragons nowadays—and at any rate the papers were not going to be so silly as to believe in fairy stories. At first there were only a few, but in a week or two the country was simply running alive with dragons of all sizes, and in the air you could sometimes see them as thick as a swarm of bees. They all looked alike except as to size. They were green with scales, and they had four legs and a long tail and great wings like bats' wings, only the wings were a pale, half-transparent yellow, like the gear-boxes on bicycles.

What is the main idea of the bolded section?
Dragons were all over the country.
Dragons were burning people.
The dragons were the same size.
People did not believe in dragons.

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She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister’s arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.

There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.

She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.

There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window.

She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.

She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.

There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air.

Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will—as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been.

When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under the breath: “Free, free, free!” The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.

She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial.

The phrase “monstrous joy” in the first sentence of paragraph 10 is an example of
A.
onomatopoeia
B.
euphony
C.
personification
D.
oxymoron
E.
allegory

From this passage, the reader can conclude that
A.
the main character will return, unchanged, to her sister
B.
a fundamental shift in the main character’s perceptions has occurred
C.
the rain will wash away all trace of the main character’s thoughts
D.
spending time alone has disastrous results
E.
young women are flighty and unappreciative

Which of the following is used to develop paragraph 5?
A.
metonymy
B.
allusion
C.
parallelism
D.
verbal irony
E.
simile

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a. True
b. False

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