Why your mindset matters By Mog Thacher Ondoa Made adapta by Neistiftn07 20:18
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Imagine that two students, O and Aarti, are taking a really hard math test in September. O has a
fixed mindset, which means he believes that a person's intelligence is fixed. According to 0)you're
either smart or dumb, and if you're smart, everything is easy for you. Aarti has a growth mindset,
which means he believes that your intelligence can grow. Not everyone can become a genius or a
star athlete, but they can improve the skills they have and develop new ones.
So which is right? It's Aarti, since, believe it or not, research shows that you really can get smarter
by working hard, practicing and challenging yourself,
How The Brain Works
Your brain is made up of 86 billion cells called neurons. They're literally wired together by axons
in a network that sends electrical and chemical signals. A single neuron in your brain can be
connected to 10,000 other neurons. When you think, feel, move or use your senses, signals travel
through this network, what’s your question about the passage u need a C. E.R

Claim: your answer to the question

evidence: What from the passage supports what do you claim

Reasoning:
Connect the evidence to your claim how does the evidence support your claim?

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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.”