NJSLA practice - Literature
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Skill – Theme (RL 6.2)
Choose the BEST theme for the passage from "Boy’s Life." The theme of the passage is that .
Today you will read and think about the passage from the novel titled Boy’s Live and the fable “Emancipation: A Life Fable.” As you read these texts, you will gather information and answer questions.
“Emancipation: A Life Fable.”
Read the fable titled
“Emancipation: A Life Fable.” Then answer the questions.
Emancipation: A Life fable
by Kate Chopin
1. There was once an animal born into this world, and opening his eyes upon Life, he saw above and about him confining walls, and before him were bars of iron through which came air and light from without; this animal was born in a cage.
2. Here he grew, and throve in strength and beauty under care of an invisible protecting hand. When he thirsted water was brought, and when he felt the need of rest, there was provided a bed of straw upon which to lie: and here he found it good, licking his handsome flanks, to bask in the sun beam that he thought existed but to lighten his home.
3. Awaking one day from his slothful rest, lo! the door of his cage stood open: accident had opened it. In the corner he crouched, wondering and fearingly. Then slowly did he approach the door, dreading the unaccustomed, and would have closed it, but for such a task his limbs were purposeless. So out the opening he thrust his head, to see the canopy of the sky grow broader, and the world waxing wider.
4. Back to his corner but not to rest, for the spell the Unknown was over him, and again and again he goes to the open door, seeing each time more Light.
5. Then one time standing in the flood of it; a deep in-drawn breath – a bracing of strong limbs, and with a bound he was gone.
6. On he rushes, in his mad flight, heedless that he is wounding and tearing his sleek sides – seeing, smelling, touching of all things; even stopped to put his lips to the noxious pool, thinking it may be sweet.
7. Hungering there is no food but such as he must seek and ofttimes fight for; and his limbs were weighted before he reaches the water that is good to his thirsting throat.
8. So does he live, seeking, finding, joying and suffering. The door which accident had opened is open still, but the cage remains forever empty!
Emancipation: A Life Fable by Kate Chopin circa 1892-1898.
Skill - Summary (RL 6.2)
Drag and drop the sentences to put the fable in the correct order
An animal is born and raised in a cage, cared for by an unseen hand.
The animal learns freedom brings struggle and choice, and the cage remains empty behind it.
Drawn by the unknown, the animal finally gathers courage and leaps out into the wider world.
One day the cage door is left open, and the animal hesitates but keeps returning to look out.
Outside, the animal rushes forward, getting hurt and making mistakes as it explores.
Today you will read and think about the passage from the novel titled Boy’s Life and the fable “Emancipation: A Life Fable.” As you read these texts, you will gather information and answer questions about comparing themes and topics.
Boy's Life
Read the passage from the novel titled Boy’s Life. Then answer the questions.
1. TICK…TICK… TICK.
2. In spite of what the calendar says, I have always counted the last day of school as the first day of summer. The sun had grown steadily hotter and hung longer in the sky, the earth had greened and the sky had cleaned of all but the fleeciest of clouds, the heat panted for attention like a dog who knows his day is coming, the baseball field had been mowed and white-lined and the swimming pool newly painted and filled, and as our homeroom teacher, Mrs. Selma Neville, intoned about what a good year this had been and how much we’d learned, we students who had passed through the ordeal of final exams sat with one eye fixed to the clock.
3. Tick…tick…tick.
4. Have mercy.
5. The world was out there, waiting beyond the square metal-rimmed windows. What adventures my friends and I would find this summer of 1964, I had no way of knowing, but I did know that summer’s days were long and lazy, and when the sun finally gave up its hold on the sky the cicadas sang and the lightening bugs whirled their dance and there was no homework to be done and oh, it was a wonderful time. I had passed my math exam, and escaped – with a C-minus average, if truth must be known – the snarling trap of summer school…
6. Tick… tick… tick.
7. Time, the king of cruelty.
8. From the hallway he heared a stirring and rustling, followed by laughter and shouts of pure, babbling joy. Some other teacher had decided to let her class go early. My insides quaked at the injustice of it. Still, Mrs. Neville, who wore a hearing aid and had orange hair though she was at least sixty years old, talked on, as if there were no noise of escape beyond the door at all. It hit me, then; she didn’t want to let us go. She wanted to hold us as long as she possibly could, not out of sheer teacher spite but maybe because she didn’t have anybody to go home to, and summer alone is no summer at all.
9. “I hope you boys and girls remember to use the library during recess.” Mrs. Neville was speaking in her kindly voice right now, but when she was upset she could spit sparks… “You mustn’t stop reading just because school is out. Your minds are made to be used. So don’t forget how to think by the time September comes around a - ”
10. RINGGGGGGG!
11. We all jumped up, like parts of the same squirming insect.
12. “One moment,” Mrs. Neville said. “One moment. You’re not excused yet.”
13. Oh, this was torture! Mrs. Neville, I thought at that instant, must have had a secret life in which she tore the wings off flies.
14. “You will leave my room,” she announced, “like young ladies and gentlemen. In single file, by rows. Mr. Alcott, you may lead the way.”
15. Well, at least we were moving. But then, as the classroom emptied and I could hear the wild hollering echoing along the hallway, Mrs. Neville said, “Cory Mackenson? Step to my desk, please.”
16. I did, under silent protest. Mrs. Neville offered me a smile from a mouth that looked like a red-rimmed string bag. “now, aren’t you glad you decided to apply yourself to your math?” she asked.
17. “Yes ma’am.”…
18. The classroom was empty. I could hear the echoes fading. I smelled chalk dust, lunchroom chili, and pencil-sharpener shavings; the ghosts were already beginning to gather.
19. “You enjoy writing, don’t you?” Mrs. Neville asked me, peering over her bifocals.
20. “I guess.”
21. “You wrote the best essays in class and you made the highest grade in spelling. I was wondering if you were going to enter the contest this year.”
22. “The contest?”
23. “The writing contest,” she said. “You know. The Arts Council sponsors it every August.”
24. I hadn’t thought about it. The Arts Council, headed by Mr. Grover Dean and Mrs. Evelyn Prathmore, sponsored an essay and story-writing contest. The winners got a plaque and were expected to read their entries during a luncheon at the library. I shrugged. Stories about ghosts, cowboys, detectives, and monsters from outer space didn’t seem much like contest-winning material; it was just something I did for me.
25. “You should consider it,” Mrs. Neville continued. “You have a way with words.”
26. I shrugged again. Having your teacher talk to you like a regular person is a disconcerting feeling.
27. “Have a good summer,” Mrs. Neville said, and I realized suddenly that I was free.
28. My heart was a frog leaping out of murky water into clear sunlight. I said, “Thanks!” and I ran for the door. Before I got out, though, I looked back at Mrs. Neville. She sat at a desk with no papers on it that needed grading, no books holding lessons that needed to be taught… Mrs. Neville stared out at the room of empty desks, carved with the initials of generations who passed through this place like a tide rolling into the future. Mrs. Neville suddenly looked awfully old.
29. “Have a good summer, Mrs. Neville!” I told her from the doorway.
30. “Good-bye,” she said, and she smiled.
31. I ran out along the corridor, my arms unencumbered by books, my mind unencumbered by facts and figures, quotations and dates. I ran out into the golden sunlight, and my summer had begun…
Excerpt from Boys’s Life by Robert McCammon. Copyright 1991 by the McCammon Corporation.
Reprinted with permission of Atria Publishing Group and Donald Maass Literary Agency. All rights reserved.
Skill - Vocabulary
Part A:
What does the word UNENCUMBERED mean as it is used in the sentence?
" I ran out along the corridor, my arms unencumbered by books, my mind unencumbered by facts and figures, quotations and dates."
Skill - Vocabulary (L 6.4)
Part B:
Which sentence from the passage BEST supports the answer to Part A?
Skill- Story Element (RL 6.3)
Read the sentence from paragraph 5 in the passage from “Boy’s Life”
“ The world was out there, waiting beyond the square metal-rimmed windows.” |
Part A:
How does the sentence help develop the plot of the passage?
Skill- Story Element (RL 6.3)
Part B:
Which detail from the passage best supports the answer to Part A?
Skill- Text Evidence (RL 6.1)
Part A:
In the passage from ”Boy’s Life”, how does the narrator’s attitude toward Mrs. Neville gradually change?
Skill- Text Evidence (RL 6.1)
Part B:
Which TWO sentences from the passage BEST support the gradual change in the answer to Part A?
Skill- compare/contrast (RL 6.7)
Read the central ideas in the list and decide whether they are found in the passage from Boy’s Life, in “Emancipation: A life Fable,” or in both. Analyze each central idea and click the appropriate location in the table.
"Boy's Life" | Both | "Emancipation: A Life Fable." | |
|---|---|---|---|
Taking a chance can be rewarding. | |||
New situations can cause discomfort. | |||
Sometimes it is difficult to have patience. | |||
Happiness can be found in having liberty. |