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Directions: Read the question and choose the best answer.

The word disbelief means

anger.

relief.

doubt.

change.

The word guidance means

art.

advice.

exercise.

happiness.

Study the dictionary entry for coffee.

cof fee (co'fe, cof'e), n. 1. a beverage made from the

roasted ground seeds of the coffee tree. 2. the seeds

of the coffee tree. 3. the coffee tree. 4. a cup of

coffee. 5. a medium to dark brown color. [1590-1600;

< Italian caffe < Turkish kahve < Arabic qahwah]

From which language does the word coffee originally come?

Italian

English

Arabic

Turkish

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Study the dictionary entry for quilt.

quilt (kwilt), n. v. –n. 1. a coverlet for a bed, made of

two layers of fabric with a soft filling between them

and stitched together in patterns. 2. anything quilted

or resembling a quilt. –v.t. 3. to stitch together,

usually in an ornamental pattern. 4. to pad or line

with material. [1250-1300; Middle English quilte <

Old French cuilte < Latin culcita mattress, cushion]

From which language does the word quilt originally come?

Latin

Old French

Middle English

Modern English

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Directions: Read the selection. Then read the question and choose the best answer.

Hypatia

"She's coming!"

The students hurried to their seats. The huge auditorium was designed with semi-circular rows of stone so everyone

could face the high center seat from which their teacher, Hypatia, would speak. The students hushed as an older

woman strode in briskly to take her place. She had a strong and confident bearing. She wore the robe of a scholar

rather than the usual dress of a woman. Though her hair was streaked with silver, it was easy to see that Hypatia had

been a great beauty in her youth.

Hypatia scanned the rows of faces and welcomed her students warmly. They were all men, some young, some old.

Many had come to Alexandria from far away places such as Syria, Constantinople, and Libya to hear her speak about

mathematics. Today, she lectured them on her improved technique for long division.

Afterward, one of her pupils stayed behind and spoke in a hushed voice. "Honored Teacher, I saw something that

worried me. A man passed by while a large crowd of us waited for you. When he learned it was Hypatia for whom so

many men stood in attendance, he grew dark in the face and left in anger. I was told this man was Bishop Cyril. He

leads a growing mob. You may no longer be safe here."

Hypatia knew the name of Bishop Cyril well, but she made light of the news and distracted her pupil with a

mathematical challenge until he forgot his anxiety.

Later in the day, Hypatia lectured to another large class of men on the subject of philosophy, an area of study dear

to her heart. Again a student warned her to beware the growing power of Bishop Cyril. After class, Hypatia left the

museum. She stepped into her chariot, taking the horse's reins herself and driving as a man would drive.

Rather than going directly home, she detoured to the home of her dear friend, Orestes. Only a few short years ago,

the eastern Imperial Emperor had named Orestes the Prefect of Alexandria. In that time, Orestes had come to value

Hypatia's advice. She had been born and raised in Alexandria. She knew the men of power and how to deal with them.

The men listened to Hypatia because she was revered as a philosopher, mathematician, and astronomer.

As she drove, Hypatia thought of how fortunate she had been. Her father, Theon, had also been a famous scholar.

He saw her brilliance as a young child. Instead of enforcing her segregation into the world of women, Theon had trained

her in the men's world of philosophy and science. Because of Theon's decision, Hypatia had become a respected

teacher.

Orestes made her welcome, but Hypatia's eyes were drawn to the scars visible on his face. A short time ago, a

mob of Cyril's followers had tried to kill Orestes by pelting him with stones. Thankfully, Hypatia's friend was a survivor.

"Perhaps it would be wise to talk with Cyril," Hypatia suggested.

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"We have no evidence that he sent those men against you."

"I will not," Orestes responded. "If he is not directly responsible, he has created and encouraged hatred among his

followers. He seeks to control this city. It is a struggle for power, nothing less. I represent the will of the Emperor, but

he mocks me at every turn. But it is for you that I am most concerned."

Hypatia sighed. "Yes, I know. He has made me his enemy, for no reason."

"He has reasons. He hates you because you are a woman, but you dare to dress as a scholar and hold power like

a man. He hates you because you are learned in science and reason. Reason works against his teachings."

"To teach superstitions as truth is a most terrible thing."

Orestes smiled. "So you have said many times."

Before Hypatia left, Orestes urged her to be careful and not to go abroad by herself. Hypatia did what she could to

ease his concerns, but he watched her leave with fear in his eyes.

Alone in her hilltop villa, Hypatia felt a dark cloud on her heart. She looked out over Alexandria, her home. The great

conqueror, Alexander of Macedon, had founded the city in his name seven hundred years ago. Across the bay, the

magnificent Lighthouse of Pharos towered above its island, its fire and mirror lighting the way for mariners crossing the

Mesogios Sea from Greece or Rome here to Egypt.

Her eyes passed over the ruins of the Temple of Serapis, where the last surviving part of the great Library of

Alexandria had been destroyed. It was burned by the same type of fanatics who now did Cyril's will. So much

knowledge lost! It was a tragedy of epic size, a loss to historians, scientists, philosophers, and countless others.

Hypatia felt love for the city well up inside her, yet even more, she loved the pursuit of science and rational thought.

"Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better than not to think at all," she would tell her students.

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Eyeing the bright Egyptian sun sinking toward the horizon, Hypatia thought ahead to the classes she was to holdon using the astrolabe, a device she had helped to perfect. She would teach her students to use the astrolabe tocompute the time and location of the sun and stars for the study of astronomy. Her mind wandered into mathematicalcomputations, and she thought no more of Cyril. Cyril and his followers continued to think of Hypatia, though. One day, as so many had feared, a vicious mobdragged her from her chariot and murdered her. Her friend Orestes was unable to bring her killers to justice. Soon he leftAlexandria, abandoning the city to the ruthless Cyril. The city that had once flourished with learning fell into darkness,but some of Hypatia's students survived to spread her words of wisdom and continue her work.

Which sentence from the story mostclearly shows the narrator's respect forHypatia?

Hypatia scanned the rows of faces.

She had a strong and confident bearing.

Hypatia thought of how fortunate shehad been.

An older woman strode in briskly to takeher place.

Which detail best shows that Hypatia isa popular, respected teacher?

Her father was a famous scholar.

Her students are both young and oldmen.

She teaches her pupils mathematicsand philosophy.

Men travel from other places to studywith her.

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�If "Hypatia" were rewritten so thatOrestes was the narrator, the readerwould most likely know less about

Orestes' attack.

Cyril's followers.

Hypatia's feelings.

Hypatia's reputation.

�To be a survivor means to

live through a hardship.

imitate what others do.

try to control other people.

lie about something important.

�Which sentence best states a theme ofthis story?

Planning helps prevent problems.

People hate what they cannot control.

Everyone has the right to an education.

People will respect others if theyreceive respect.

�Evidence means information that

helps prove something.

is collected from books.

is exchanged by e-mail.

appears in the newspaper.

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A tragedy is a

scary place.

difficult task.

terrible event.

certain failure.

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Snark Hunting

J.R. is what you'd call the boss of the school. Everybody does what he says. Nobody disobeys him. If you're his

friend, your life is easy, but if you provoke him…well, let's just say you don't want to see him when he is angry. We got

along fine because I always went along with whatever he wanted to do—that is, until Mariko came along.

Mariko was an exchange student from Tokyo. Why a big city girl decided to endure a year in a small country

school like this is beyond me. She was always so polite and nice to everybody!

That made her a prime candidate for one of J.R.'s stupid jokes. It's not that he was prejudiced. Nobody was spared

being the victim of his "jokes."

Naturally, Mariko desperately wanted to make friends, so she was an easy target. He said he'd take her snark

hunting. Most of us were tricked into going snark hunting in grade or middle school, when we'd spend a cold, scary

night in the forest looking for an animal that didn't exist. Mariko, being from Japan, had never heard of snark hunting, so

J.R. told her long stories about these "rare, shy creatures" that live only in our forests—an endangered species. He

promised to show her a wild snark, but she had to swear to secrecy.

J.R., his current girlfriend, his best friend, and I drove Mariko out to the forest preserve, miles from anywhere,

bordered on one side by a small river. We trekked into the forest, and J.R. took her around in circles until she was

thoroughly confused. I could see her anxiety rising. She would jump at the sound of old trees rubbing bark together in

the wind, but I've heard it so much in my life, along with the other noises of the forest, that I hardly noticed. To someone

from a big city, such as Mariko, every creak and groan, even the rurrup of a bullfrog, was something to worry about.

J.R. took her to a cove and warned her to remain totally quiet so that the snarks would come out. He said we'd be

close by, but we went to the car and drove back to town. J.R. said we'd go back for her in a few hours. We went to the

diner to hang out, but every minute we sat there in warm comfort, I thought about Mariko alone in the darkness. "This is

wrong, J.R.," I finally said. I stood up.

J.R. jumped to his feet and blocked my way. He said menacingly, "Don't you dare spoil my fun."

"What is she going to think of us after this? Do you want her to take that impression back to Japan? I don't."

"If you set foot out that door now, don't bother coming back."

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I swallowed hard. I knew what he meant, and there was no turning back.

I raced back to the cove, but Mariko wasn't there. I began searching, calling her name. After what seemed an

eternity, Mariko called back in a hushed voice. She reached out and took my hand in the darkness. I could feel that she

was trembling.

I blurted out the true story about snarks being a made-up story, a cruel joke. I must have apologized a hundred

times.

"But I have seen the snarks," she said. I never realized how perfect and precise her English was. Each word was so

carefully spoken, like a river rock that had been polished into a fine gemstone.

She led me to where the river formed a side pool. "Look," she whispered. "The snarks."

Two dark, brown creatures frolicked in the pool, their slick fur gleaming in the moonlight. They dove in and out of the

water, playing with abandon like happy children. They stood erect, their whiskers quivering as they tasted the world

around them. It was a pair of river otters. All my life, I've walked this river and never seen otters until this night. It was

pure magic. It is funny that someone has to come from the other side of the world to show you what is in your own

backyard.

Which detail shows that the story iswritten in first-person point of view?

It uses dialogue to tell what happens.

The narrator is one of the characters.

The conflict is between two characters.

It has a beginning, a middle, and anend.

What is missing from the story becauseit is told from the first-person point ofview?

a description of the setting

the narrator's opinion of Mariko

the thoughts and feelings of J.R.

an explanation of the narrator's actions

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�After the narrator rescues Mariko, J.R.will most likely

apologize to Mariko.

be cruel to the narrator.

remain friends with the narrator.

take Mariko snark hunting again.

�To provoke people means to

force them to act.

face them in battle.

protect them from harm.

prepare them for challenges.

�Why does the narrator decide to rescueMariko?

He wants to see the snarks.

He enjoys hiking in the forest.

He cares what Mariko thinks of him.

He is tired of J.R. telling him what to do.

�To endure means to

continue to exist.

wait for a chance.

cure with medicine.

end with a surprise.

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Desperately means

deeply.

carefully.

frantically.

comfortably.

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Just Another Night

They huddled under the heavy hedge as the footsteps came closer, crackling through the dead leaves. Gruff voices

called to each other through the darkness—"Here? Naw, I already checked there. You take the left side and I'll take the

right."

Robert gazed calmly into the eyes of the couple with him. Only their eyes revealed their anxiety, containing the

same question as always—would they survive this?

Robert glanced at the boy huddled under his mother's arm. If he cried or even sneezed, their cause was lost. The

mother tightened her grip on her son and nodded slightly at Robert. He guessed she was remembering his warning to

keep the child quiet no matter what.

Sweat glistened on the father's face as the searchers crashed through the woods. This was his family, his risk. It

was a good thing it was a moonless night, Robert thought grimly. These bushes were not thick enough to hide them

from a full moon.

Why he chose to do this repeatedly was a mystery to those acquainted with him. Two years earlier he had taken

the journey for the first time, escaping himself from the man who "owned" him.

Robert had slipped away one evening while the master was distracted with his daughter's wedding party. He ran all

night through the fields until, exhausted, he arrived at a "safe" house—his first stop on the Underground Railroad. For

the next two months, kind families sheltered him along the way until he reached the safety of Philadelphia.

Once Robert tasted freedom, he knew he could not just remain in Philadelphia. So many others deserved and

craved freedom. So he returned to the South, again and again. Each time he collected a few people, a family, whoever

was willing. He guided so many former slaves to the North that there was a bounty on his head. But Robert was a

survivor. He had made it his job to help others survive too.

Robert watched the dancing of the searcher's lantern as the man peered into the shadows on the opposite side of

the clearing. Suddenly, the little boy whimpered. The searcher whipped around and stood perfectly still, tilting his head

slightly. Then he began to move slowly, menacingly, in their direction.

The woman slipped her head down and noiselessly kissed the boy's ear. He buried his face in her dress. The light

flickered through the thick shrub and past them. Then it came back. The woman's hands gripped her faded skirt so

tightly that her knuckles gleamed whitely through her brown skin. The searcher peered intently into the shrub, and just

then, a rabbit burst out of it, startling him. It ran across his feet and disappeared into the darkness. The searcher

laughed nervously and moved away to the next clearing.

Robert was already planning the next step; they would remain hidden another hour, until he was certain the

searchers were gone. Then they would continue on. It was just another night in the life of Robert Wilson.

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�The narrator in this story is someonewho is

a character who speaks directly to thereader.

outside the story and knows what all thecharacters think.

a character who experiences the eventsof the story.

outside the story and knows whatRobert thinks.

�Which detail from story best shows thatthe mother of the boy is frightened?

She nods her head at Robert when helooks at her.

She bends her head to kiss her sonquietly on his ear.

She holds her son tightly while they hidein the hedge.

She holds her skirt so tightly that herknuckles are white.

�Which word best describes Robert?

brave

proud

clever

honest

�Anxiety means

pride.

worry.

greed.

anger.

�The man with the lantern most likelywants to

take the family to the North.

separate the family from Robert.

share some news with the family.

keep the family from escaping slavery.

�Distracted means

unable to agree.

unable to pay attention.

unsure about a decision.

unsure about an answer.

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Read the selection. Then read the question and write your answer in the box.

Alex is reading "Just Another Night." As he reads, he wants to make inferences. Writeto recommend a strategy that you use for making inferences during reading:

1. Explain the strategy.

2. Give an example of how to use it, based on specific information from the story.

Making Inferences Rubric

Points Criteria

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• Recommends and fully explains an appropriate strategy for making inferences duringreading.• Provides an effective, specific example from the selection of how to use therecommended strategy for making inferences during reading.

6

• Recommends and adequately explains an appropriate strategy for making inferencesduring reading.• Provides an appropriate, general example from the selection of how to use therecommended strategy for making inferences during reading.

4

• Recommends and partially explains an appropriate strategy for making inferencesduring reading.• May or may not provide an example from the selection of how to use therecommended strategy for making inferences during reading.

2• Recommends and may minimally explain an appropriate strategy for makinginferences during reading.• May or may not include an example from the selection.

0 Response is totally incorrect or irrelevant.

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