The way we express ourselves varies. sometimes and in some places, we speak or write informally, but at other times or in other places, we speak or write more formally. the more formal word choices are called standard or conventional. which list of settings is acceptable for more formal speech and writing choices? a) conversation with your friend, personal letter, joke b) conversation with your principal, newspaper article, joke c) language arts essay, conversation with your principal, computer manual d) speech to teachers, conversation with your friend, conversation with your parents

Need ! of all the characters highlighted in the works included in this unit, which one did you relate to or identify with the most in terms of his or her struggles and conflicts? why? what was it about this character that made him or her affect you as he or she did? be sure to point to specific examples from the work to support your response. the characters are from "shooting an elephant", " witchcraft for sale" and marriage is a private affair.

Which of the following statements is true about the figure below?

Which two passages in this excerpt from the death of ivan illych does leo tolstoy use to suggest that ivan ilych feels like his life is slipping away from him? "what's the use? it makes no difference," he said to himself, staring with wide-open eyes into the darkness. "death. yes, death. and none of them knows or wishes to know it, and they have no pity for me. now they are playing." (he heard through the door the distant sound of a song and its accompaniment.) "it's all the same to them, but they will die too! fools! i first, and they later, but it will be the same for them. and now they are merry . . the beasts! " anger choked him and he was agonizingly, unbearably miserable. "it is impossible that all men have been doomed to suffer this awful horror! " he raised himself. "something must be wrong. i must calm myself—must think it all over from the beginning." and he again began thinking. "yes, the beginning of my illness: i knocked my side, but i was still quite well that day and the next. it hurt a little, then rather more. i saw the doctors, then followed despondency and anguish, more doctors, and i drew nearer to the abyss. my strength grew less and i kept coming nearer and nearer, and now i have wasted away and there is no light in my eyes.