The box plots show the average speeds, in miles per hour, for the race cars in two different races

d) the median speed in race a is about 153 miles per hour, and the median speed in race b is about 145 miles per hour.

Explanation:

The whole question is written below:

The box plots show the average speeds, in miles per hour, for the race cars in two different races (figure attached) . Which statement compares the median speeds for the data in the two box plots?

a) the median speed in race a is about 142 miles per hour, and the median speed in race b is about 140 miles per hour.

b) the median speed in race a is about 120 miles per hour, and the median speed in race b is about 125 miles per hour.

c) the median speed in both races is about 165 miles per hour.

d) the median speed in race a is about 153 miles per hour, and the median speed in race b is about 145 miles per hour.

Firstly, let's explain how to read a box plot (as the shown in the second figure):

So, according to this, the median for race a (top plot) is between 150 and 155, and the median for race b (bottom plot) is 145.

Hence, among the given options the correct is:

answer: compare a myth legend, or classic work of literature of you choice to a modern work that reinterprets it.focus on the similarities in theme between the newer work and the original, and provide examples that illustrate these themes from both works. the modern work may be any novel, movie, play, short story, or other storytelling medium with which you’re familiars long as it is clearly inspired by a myth, legend, or classic work of literature.

short-response prompt  

read the following excerpt from “fish cheeks” by amy tannin which tan recounts a christmas eve dinner.  

i fell in love with the minister’s son the winter i turned fourteen. he was not chinese, but as white as mary in the manger. for christmas i prayed for this blond-haired boy, robert, and a slim new american nose.  

on christmas eve i saw that my mother had outdone herself in creating a strange menu. she was pulling black veins out of the backs of fleshy prawns. the kitchen was littered with appalling mounds of raw food: a slimy rock cod with bulging fish eyes that pleaded not to be thrown into a pan of hot oil. tofu, which looked like stacked wedges of rubbery white sponges. a howl soaking dried fungus back to life. a plate of squid, their backs crisscrossed with knife markings so they resembled bicycle tires.  

after everyone had gone, my mother said to me. “you want to be the same as american girls on the outside.” she handed me an early gift. it was a miniskirt in beige tweed. “but in side you must always be chinese. you must be proud you are different. your only shame is to have shame.”