Read the following excerpt from “homecoming.” inside the hogan, grandmother, mother, and father were preparing a blessing way ceremony in anticipation of nantai’s arrival. his brother was coming home, back to the sacred land of his people, the diné. it had been three years since nantai had been rounded up by agents of the federal government while herding the family’s sheep and taken to boarding school to learn the white man’s ways. although the navajos had agreed to have their children attend school as part of a decades-old treaty with the united states government, many navajo families, like atsidi’s, were not willing to send their children away from their sacred homeland. as a result, children were taken and enrolled without their parent’s consent. nantai was one of those children. he had been 15 years old the last time atsidi had seen him. what historical reality is represented in this excerpt? 1)navajo children were taken from their parents to be educated far away. 2)many navajo children did not come back to the reservation. 3)the parents of navajo children created their own educational system. 4)many navajo parents wanted their children to be educated but not taken away.

Read this section: “for us girls, that doorway was like a magical entrance to our own special world. as we skipped through, we cast off our head scarves and ran helter-skelter up the steps.” based on malala’s description of her school, we can infer that the setting gives the feeling a) vulnerability b) excitement c) happiness d) freedom

Answer asap the importance of being earnest! 21. identify and explain how symbolism was used in the play. respond in complete sentences.

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream