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1. In Dust Tracks on a Road, what kind of literature did the young Hurston like best that made her think of heroic deeds?

A. stories that were sad

B. stories of math geniuses

C. stories that were great myths

D. stories about young women

2.What is the main conflict in the speaker's mind in “Birches”?

A. between friends and neighbors

B. between fun and duty

C. between childhood and adulthood

D. between farming and logging

3.How does “The Turtle” from The Grapes of Wrath connect to the story of the main part of the book, in which a family travels to California to find a better life?

A. The turtle does not want to go anywhere.

B. The turtle also takes a long journey.

C. The turtle has many responsibilities.

D. The turtle warms itself in the sun.

4.What effect does Judy's changing personality have on Dexter in “Winter Dreams”?

A. It makes him forget about her.

B. It makes him work harder.

C. It makes him fascinated with her.

D. It makes him think she is ill.

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    1.C
    2.D
    3.B
    4.A

  • English III - ,

    I agree with you on #3.

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    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zora_Hurston#Literary_career

    http://www.studyguide.org/WinterDreams.htm

    I'm dividing Frost's poem into three parts. Read carefully and re-think.

    "Birches"
    Robert Frost

    When I see birches bend to left and right
    Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
    I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
    But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
    Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
    Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
    After a rain. They click upon themselves
    As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
    As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
    Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
    Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust--
    Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
    You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
    They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
    And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
    So low for long, they never right themselves:
    You may see their trunks arching in the woods
    Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
    Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
    Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.

    But I was going to say when Truth broke in
    With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm
    (Now am I free to be poetical?)
    I should prefer to have some boy bend them
    As he went out and in to fetch the cows--
    Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
    Whose only play was what he found himself,
    Summer or winter, and could play alone.
    One by one he subdued his father's trees
    By riding them down over and over again
    Until he took the stiffness out of them,
    And not one but hung limp, not one was left
    For him to conquer. He learned all there was
    To learn about not launching out too soon
    And so not carrying the tree away
    Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
    To the top branches, climbing carefully
    With the same pains you use to fill a cup
    Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
    Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
    Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.

    So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
    And so I dream of going back to be.
    It's when I'm weary of considerations,
    And life is too much like a pathless wood
    Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
    Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
    From a twig's having lashed across it open.
    I'd like to get away from earth awhile
    And then come back to it and begin over.
    May no fate willfully misunderstand me
    And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
    Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
    I don't know where it's likely to go better.
    I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
    And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
    Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
    But dipped its top and set me down again.
    That would be good both going and coming back.
    One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

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    # 3 is B

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    #4 is wrong

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