It was in an empty lot Ringed by elms and fir and honeysuckle. Bill Corson was pitching in his buckskin jacket, Chuck Keller, fat even as a boy, was on first, His t-shirt riding up over his gut, Ron O'Neill, Jim, Dennis, were talking it up In the field, a blue sky above them Tipped with cirrus. And there I was, Just off the plane and plopped in the middle Of Williamsport, Pa. and a neighborhood game, Unnatural and without any moves, My notions of baseball and America Growing fuzzier each time I whiffed. —"How I Learned English," Gregory Djanikian How does the author’s use of first-person point of view make the poem interesting for the reader? Select the best answer. It highlights the fact that the author is serious. It allows the reader to experience the characters’ thoughts and actions firsthand. It helps the narrator show the thoughts of all of the characters. It shows that the author is an experienced baseball player.

In chapter 3, scout criticizes her classmate, walter cunningham, for asking for molasses and then pouring it on his vegetables and meat while he was a guest at the finch home. in this scene, what does the author’s use of flashback in a first person point-of- view narration achieve?

How does the author support the claim that ordinary and digital mail are very different?

Select the correct text in the passage. in richard connell's short story "the most dangerous game," zaroffs aristocratic appearance and dignified manners mask his sinister, animalistic nature. which line from the excerpt best provides a glimpse into his true nature? rainsford's first impression was that the man was singularly handsome; his second was that there was an original, almost bizarre quality about the general's face. he was a tall man past middle age, for his hair was a vivid white; but his thick eyebrows and pointed military mustache were as black as the night from which rainsford had come. his eyes, too, were black and very bright. he had high cheekbones, a sharpcut nose, a spare, dark face-the face of a man used to giving orders, the face of an aristocrat. turning to the giant in uniform, the general made a sign. the giant put away his pistol, saluted, withdrew. "ivan is an incredibly strong fellow," remarked the general, "but he has the misfortune to be deaf and dumb. a simple fellow, but, i'm afraid, like all his race, a bit of a savage." "is he russian? " "he is a cossack," said the general, and his smile showed red lips and pointed teeth. "so am i." half apologetically general zaroff said, "we do our best to preserve the amenities of civilization here. forgive any lapses. we are well off the beaten track, you know." laughter shook the general. "how extraordinarily droll you are! " he said. "one does not expect nowadays to find a young man of the educated class, even in america, with such a naive, and, if i may say so, mid-victorian point of view. it's like finding a snuffbox in a limousine. ah, well, doubtless you