Picture PerfectMarie Devers1At the first yearbook meeting, I quietly sat in the back of the classroom and hardly said anything. Unlike the other yearbook-club members, I found it hard to come up with catchy slogans to put under the pictures. While some students were outgoing and had no difficulty signing up sponsors on a daily basis, I was afraid to ask my grandmother, who owned a business in our hometown. When I finally did work up the nerve to ask her for a donation, she offered me some advice.2She explained that she had been the photographer of her high-school yearbook. She pulled out the old crimson book and opened it up to a giant photograph that took up a whole page. A small group of kids crowded into the shot. I looked away from the photograph and up at my grandmother’s sentimental smile.3After she showed me some of her finest shots, we went up to her attic and found her old box of high-school memories. Inside, we found a letterman jacket that Grandma let me wear while we shuffled through the mementos. Finally, we found what she was searching for. At the bottom of the box was my Grandma’s big black camera. She explained that the strap was actually for a guitar. She had attached it to the camera so she could stylishly carry it around school. Again, her gorgeous smile expanded across her face as she remembered aloud.4I slipped the camera over my shoulders, and Grandma took me to purchase film. Then, she dropped me off at home, and I spent the rest of the weekend sauntering around my backyard taking photos of weird bugs and pretty flowers. By Monday morning, I felt like an experienced shutterbug ready to capture my classmates in my viewfinder.5In homeroom, I shot my class making goofy faces at my camera. In first period, I asked Mrs. Greene to pose with the students writing their homework problems on the board. She was a little shy at first, but with a little bit of coaxing, I got her to laugh as the students worked behind her. At lunch, I got the cafeteria workers to take a break and pose for a photograph. After I shot that one, I ordered a tuna melt, and as the cafeteria worker gave it to me, she leaned down and said, “Thanks for including us in your yearbook pictures.”6She made me feel so good that I kept shooting photographs all week. The next weekend, my mom and I developed the photos. Grandma’s camera sure was spectacular. I felt proud as I appreciated the clear genuine smiles beaming back at me. Grandma said that I was an amazing photographer, and I had to admit that I really captured the spirit of the people in my pictures. At the next yearbook meeting, I walked confidently into the classroom ready to share my photographs with the rest of the group.QuestionThe narrator became a photographer becauseResponsesA she did not want to talk to people.she did not want to talk to people.B her grandmother suggested she try it.her grandmother suggested she try it.C her classmates begged her for pictures.her classmates begged her for pictures.D she did not get any gifts like other students.

Marie Devers1At the first yearbook meeting, I quietly sat in the back of the classroom and hardly said anything. Unlike the other yearbook-club members, I found it hard to come up with catchy slogans to put under the pictures. While some students were outgoing and had no difficulty signing up sponsors on a daily basis, I was afraid to ask my grandmother, who owned a business in our hometown. When I finally did work up the nerve to ask her for a donation, she offered me some advice.2She explained that she had been the photographer of her high-school yearbook. She pulled out the old crimson book and opened it up to a giant photograph that took up a whole page. A small group of kids crowded into the shot. I looked away from the photograph and up at my grandmother’s sentimental smile.3After she showed me some of her finest shots, we went up to her attic and found her old box of high-school memories. Inside, we found a letterman jacket that Grandma let me wear while we shuffled through the mementos. Finally, we found what she was searching for. At the bottom of the box was my Grandma’s big black camera. She explained that the strap was actually for a guitar. She had attached it to the camera so she could stylishly carry it around school. Again, her gorgeous smile expanded across her face as she remembered aloud.4I slipped the camera over my shoulders, and Grandma took me to purchase film. Then, she dropped me off at home, and I spent the rest of the weekend sauntering around my backyard taking photos of weird bugs and pretty flowers. By Monday morning, I felt like an experienced shutterbug ready to capture my classmates in my viewfinder.5In homeroom, I shot my class making goofy faces at my camera. In first period, I asked Mrs. Greene to pose with the students writing their homework problems on the board. She was a little shy at first, but with a little bit of coaxing, I got her to laugh as the students worked behind her. At lunch, I got the cafeteria workers to take a break and pose for a photograph. After I shot that one, I ordered a tuna melt, and as the cafeteria worker gave it to me, she leaned down and said, “Thanks for including us in your yearbook pictures.”6She made me feel so good that I kept shooting photographs all week. The next weekend, my mom and I developed the photos. Grandma’s camera sure was spectacular. I felt proud as I appreciated the clear genuine smiles beaming back at me. Grandma said that I was an amazing photographer, and I had to admit that I really captured the spirit of the people in my pictures. At the next yearbook meeting, I walked confidently into the classroom ready to share my photographs with the rest of the group.QuestionThe narrator's personal voice —ResponsesA is developed by the author's use of sarcasm and irony.is developed by the author's use of sarcasm and irony.B is weakened by the author's choice of first person point of view.is weakened by the author's choice of first person point of view.C is developed by the author's use of frequent and detailed dialogue.is developed by the author's use of frequent and detailed dialogue.D is strengthened by the author's choice of first person point of view.is strengthened by the author's choice of first person point of view.

You are the secretary of the Photographic Club of your school. Write a notice inviting all themembers of the club for a meeting to organize an exhibition. Use about 40-50 words. Include thefollowing date, time venue the purpose of the meeting........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Q. 31×5TotalQ. 6C-5Total

A Different PerspectiveFor most of my school life, I was a ‘top student’. I won all sorts of prizes and awards, especially for art and design. So, in my senior year, many people expected me to easily win the senior photography award – as long as I kept doing what I’d always done.I remember the Tuesday afternoon when everything changed. A week before the awards ceremony, where the winner would be decided, I was finalising my portfolio alongside some other students and our teacher. I was focused on choosing a few of my photos to enlarge and display on the walls. They were technically very good – all using the teacher’s techniques, just as I’d been taught – but I couldn’t help thinking that the images all looked so similar, and so devoid of personality.As I stared at my photos, my mind drifted to the people I’d noticed as I walked to school that morning: a couple walking slowly around the park, a thoughtful mother holding a child at a bus stop, an old man tearfully reading a letter on a park bench… I decided that I wanted to change my exhibition photos. But I had only a week to prepare new photos for the exhibition.My photography teacher was far from encouraging. “Think of all the work you have put in, Liliana. And don’t forget how much everyone loved your photos last year.” I tried to explain how I wanted others to wonder, like me, what lies behind a person’s face, what experiences have shaped them. But she did not understand why I would risk the award.I nodded politely. “I suppose that's best”, I said quietly. But that afternoon, as I walked home, I took out my camera. Nothing fancy, no prepared lighting or positioning – just people in my community doing their shopping, or playing football, or sitting and chatting.Over the next week, I produced a completely new portfolio for the exhibition, printing out and mounting or framing my favourites. I didn’t win the award– I didn’t expect to with these unfiltered, unpolished images – but so many people congratulated me on my ability to capture life’s diverse emotions. As I was leaving, a girl told me that one of the photos was of her grandfather laughing with his friends outside a shop. She thought it was beautiful and wanted to buy it. I gave it to her for free. The joy on her face was so much more valuable than any award.Question promptWhat does the first paragraph emphasise?Question response areaSelect one optionLiliana’s efforts to changepeople’s expectations of LilianaLiliana’s uncertainty about her goalsthe support that Liliana received from others

A Different PerspectiveFor most of my school life, I was a ‘top student’. I won all sorts of prizes and awards, especially for art and design. So, in my senior year, many people expected me to easily win the senior photography award – as long as I kept doing what I’d always done.I remember the Tuesday afternoon when everything changed. A week before the awards ceremony, where the winner would be decided, I was finalising my portfolio alongside some other students and our teacher. I was focused on choosing a few of my photos to enlarge and display on the walls. They were technically very good – all using the teacher’s techniques, just as I’d been taught – but I couldn’t help thinking that the images all looked so similar, and so devoid of personality.As I stared at my photos, my mind drifted to the people I’d noticed as I walked to school that morning: a couple walking slowly around the park, a thoughtful mother holding a child at a bus stop, an old man tearfully reading a letter on a park bench… I decided that I wanted to change my exhibition photos. But I had only a week to prepare new photos for the exhibition.My photography teacher was far from encouraging. “Think of all the work you have put in, Liliana. And don’t forget how much everyone loved your photos last year.” I tried to explain how I wanted others to wonder, like me, what lies behind a person’s face, what experiences have shaped them. But she did not understand why I would risk the award.I nodded politely. “I suppose that's best”, I said quietly. But that afternoon, as I walked home, I took out my camera. Nothing fancy, no prepared lighting or positioning – just people in my community doing their shopping, or playing football, or sitting and chatting.Over the next week, I produced a completely new portfolio for the exhibition, printing out and mounting or framing my favourites. I didn’t win the award– I didn’t expect to with these unfiltered, unpolished images – but so many people congratulated me on my ability to capture life’s diverse emotions. As I was leaving, a girl told me that one of the photos was of her grandfather laughing with his friends outside a shop. She thought it was beautiful and wanted to buy it. I gave it to her for free. The joy on her face was so much more valuable than any award.Question promptI remember the Tuesday afternoon when everything changed.Which phrase best describes what changed for Liliana?Question response areaSelect one optionwhat she values most about photographyhow she rates her own photography skillshow she feels about her photography teacherswhat she needed to do to win the photography award

A Different PerspectiveFor most of my school life, I was a ‘top student’. I won all sorts of prizes and awards, especially for art and design. So, in my senior year, many people expected me to easily win the senior photography award – as long as I kept doing what I’d always done.I remember the Tuesday afternoon when everything changed. A week before the awards ceremony, where the winner would be decided, I was finalising my portfolio alongside some other students and our teacher. I was focused on choosing a few of my photos to enlarge and display on the walls. They were technically very good – all using the teacher’s techniques, just as I’d been taught – but I couldn’t help thinking that the images all looked so similar, and so devoid of personality.As I stared at my photos, my mind drifted to the people I’d noticed as I walked to school that morning: a couple walking slowly around the park, a thoughtful mother holding a child at a bus stop, an old man tearfully reading a letter on a park bench… I decided that I wanted to change my exhibition photos. But I had only a week to prepare new photos for the exhibition.My photography teacher was far from encouraging. “Think of all the work you have put in, Liliana. And don’t forget how much everyone loved your photos last year.” I tried to explain how I wanted others to wonder, like me, what lies behind a person’s face, what experiences have shaped them. But she did not understand why I would risk the award.I nodded politely. “I suppose that's best”, I said quietly. But that afternoon, as I walked home, I took out my camera. Nothing fancy, no prepared lighting or positioning – just people in my community doing their shopping, or playing football, or sitting and chatting.Over the next week, I produced a completely new portfolio for the exhibition, printing out and mounting or framing my favourites. I didn’t win the award– I didn’t expect to with these unfiltered, unpolished images – but so many people congratulated me on my ability to capture life’s diverse emotions. As I was leaving, a girl told me that one of the photos was of her grandfather laughing with his friends outside a shop. She thought it was beautiful and wanted to buy it. I gave it to her for free. The joy on her face was so much more valuable than any award.Question promptWhich word best describes the photos Liliana finally chose for her portfolio?Question response areaSelect one optionordinarytechnicalglamorousscandalous