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.

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.

During her first day of kindergarten, Marie does not understand how the lunch line in the cafeteria works. She hesitates and watches as the older kids pick up their trays and silverware and then get in line. She follows their lead and successfully buys herself lunch. Marie's experience in the lunchroom is an example of _____.Group of answer choicesSocial Learning TheoryPeer transformationResocializationAnticipatory socialization

While taking an American history exam, Marie was surprised and frustrated by her momentary inability to remember the name of the first president of the United States. Her difficulty MOST clearly illustrates:

As a __________ gesture, the senior class of 2021 donated their entire fundraising budget to an organization that helps homeless youth. The act of kindness and generosity was applauded by the community and highlighted how dedicated these students were to making a positive difference in their world. By donating rather than keeping the funds for themselves, they demonstrated maturity beyond their years and exemplified true leadership qualities

4.  A biography of Marie Curie, written by a modern science historian.*1 pointPRIMARYSECONDARY