Looking back on it now, the change was abrupt, happening just one month into the course. That Monday, we all showed up eager for Driver's Ed class, but something was different . . . very, very different. Mr. Dhye had gone from being a carefree, downright jovial individual to being an unpredictable, moody car tyrant.     It was disconcerting, this vacillation between "good guy" "bad guy," because one minute Mr. Dhye would be saying, "Nice entrance onto the freeway," and the next be screaming, "What are you doing?! Pay attention!" Quite frankly, being subjected to this behavior was upsetting under the best of circumstances, but dealing with it while driving 65 miles per hour on a crowded interstate, wedged between two semis, was impossible.     It wasn't until the most recent incident, however, that I decided something had to be done about his abusive and reckless behavior. It was Friday rush hour, the absolute worst time to drive since everyone is leaving work and driving like absolute maniacs to shave a few minutes off their commute home so that they can kick off the weekend as quickly as humanly possible. I was in the center of a three-lane, left turn, watching the light and oncoming traffic to determine when I might be able to get across the busy intersection safely. But apparently, I was taking too long, and without warning Mr. Dhye yelled at me to "Hit the gas!" Then he grabbed the steering wheel as we screeched and swerved across the intersection, only narrowly missing the car in the furthest lane. My heart was racing, and I sternly told Mr. Dhye we needed to stop immediately. He pointed to a side road, and we parked. Without a word, I called my parents and explained that I needed a ride home—Mr. Dhye was speechless, the look on his face a mix of regret and fury. After my parents arrived, I told them everything that had happened not only that day, but since the middle of the summer, and when I showed up to Driver's Ed the following week, there was no more Mr. Dhye.3The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is a novella by Robert Louis Stevenson about a physician named Dr. Jekyll who discovers a potion that can turn him into an amoral version of himself. The experiment eventually leads to Dr. Jekyll's death.Which statement best describes how the author of "Mr. Dhye" draws upon and transforms Stevenson's novella? A. Both involve a character with conflicting personalities. However, in "Mr. Dhye," the personality change happens without the aid of a mysterious concoction. B. Both involve an unusual event that changes a character's personality. However, in "Mr. Dhye," the same personality change also happens the narrator. C. Both involve an accident that causes a personality disorder. However, in "Mr. Dhye," the accident leads the narrator to take action when the harmful personality endangers him. D. Both involve a mysterious personality change. However, in "Mr. Dhye," the kindly personality eventually prevails

The class is over! You did it! Now all there is left to do is reflect back on the class. What do you think you will be taking with you from this class going forward? Also, how did you like the class? Was there anything you would change?

Class 8B1 always rankled Mr Jones. How does Mr Jones feel about Class 8B1?They often annoyed him.He thought they were great.They often made him laugh.They often made him think differently.I'm not sure.

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Beginner's Class     "Hey, Pasha," called Séamus as he crossed the parking lot. "What are you doing this afternoon? I was thinking about catching a movie, if you're interested."      "Thanks, but I've got big plans today," Pasha replied with a huge smile. "Today is the day."      "Huh? Today is what day?" asked Séamus with a confused look.      "THE day, silly," answered Pasha. "I finally saved enough money to enroll in the beginner's class at the Motorcycle Safety Association. I'm headed there now, as a matter of fact." Séamus stared at his friend in disbelief.      "Wait a minute," he said as he stopped in his tracks. "You actually enrolled in the motorcycle riding class? I never thought you'd do it. I thought it was just another project you act excited about and then drop in two weeks."      "Don't be silly," replied Pasha. "This isn't like the time I wanted to volunteer as a clown for the children's center or start my own dog walking business. I'm serious about learning to ride motorcycles. Once I get my first bike, I'll travel all over the world just like my hero, Lois Pryce."      "Isn't she the woman who rode her motorcycle from Alaska to South America?" Séamus asked as they continued walking toward the dark grey MSA building.      "Yes, that's her," said Pasha. "I got to meet her last year when she gave a speech at the History of the Americas museum. She talked about following your dreams, and that's exactly what I intend to do."     A loud roaring sound filled the air as Pasha and Séamus entered the Motorcycle Safety Association. They stood in the lobby and looked out at an indoor gym filled with people of all ages on motorcycles. Pasha felt a brief rush of insecurity as she watched the riders maneuver their way through an obstacle course of traffic cones and speed bumps.      "This looks intense!" Séamus remarked. "Do you think they'll let me stay and watch?" Pasha was about to answer when a tall woman dressed in a MSA t-shirt tapped her on the shoulder.      "You must be our newest student," the woman said as she handed Pasha a motorcycle helmet. "I'm Dervla, your instructor. I'll take you to your practice bike." Séamus moved to follow Pasha into the gym, but Dervla smiled and shook her head.      "Sorry, registered students only," she told him. "There are brochures by the door, and our next class starts in three weeks." Séamus waved to Pasha and wished her good luck before heading eagerly to the door. Behind him, Pasha, wearing an excited grin, fastened the strap on her motorcycle helmet and prepared to take her first ride.12Drag the tiles to the correct boxes to complete the pairs.Match each character to their role in developing the story’s plot.creates a sense of inspiration and passioncreates a necessary limitationcreates tension by questioning ideasPashaSéamusDervla

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