English Language Arts Test Book 1 8 - Regents Examinations

1 21626 English Language arts TestBook 18 GradeApril 26 28, 2010 Developed and published by CTB/McGraw-Hill LLC, a subsidiary of The McGraw-Hill Companies, Inc., 20 Ryan Ranch Road, Monterey, California 93940-5703. Copyright 2010 by the New York State Education Department. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or distributed in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the New York State Education for taking the testHere are some suggestions to help you do your best: Be sure to read carefully all the directions in the test book .

2 Plan your time. Read each question carefully and think about the answer before choosing your CTB/McGraw-Hill LLC is indebted to the following for permission to use material in this book :Excerpts from The Hero by Ron Woods, copyright 2002 by Ron Woods. Used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of Random House Children s Books, a division of Random House, Inc. Used by permission. Bindi! by Milan Sandhu and photo of girl wearing a bindi from Highlights for Children Magazine s June 2005 issue, text copyright 2005 by Highlights for Children, Inc.

3 , Columbus, Ohio; photograph copyright by Dinodia Photo Library. Used by from Building Bridges by Andrea Davis Pinkney from Stay True: Short Stories for Strong Girls edited by Marilyn Singer, copyright 1998 by Andrea Davis Pinkney. Reprinted by permission of Scholastic, of Brooklyn Bridge East River, New York City (Image No. RF5061857), copyright by image100/Corbis. Used by from Video Racing Games by Donna O Meara from Faces Magazine s December 2006 issue: Fun Around the World, copyright 2006 by Carus Publishing Company, published by Cobblestone Publishing, 30 Grove Street, Suite C, Peterborough, NH 03458.

4 All rights reserved. Reprinted by permission of the of kids playing battleship video game at museum (Image No. IH166617), copyright Richard R. Nowitz/Corbis. Used by permission. Wilderness Rivers from Summer Green by Elizabeth Coatsworth, copyright 1948 by MacMillan Publishing Co., copyright renewed 1975 by Elizabeth Coatsworth Beston. Reprinted by permission of Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers, an imprint of Simon & Schuster Children s Publishing OnPage Secure material Do not reproduce. Do not discuss contents until end of designated makeup 1 book 1 ReadingDirectionsIn this part of the test, you will do some reading and answer questions about what you have read.

5 Go OnPage Secure material Do not reproduce. Do not discuss contents until end of designated makeup 1 The Heroby Ron WoodsThe book The Hero is about 14-year-old Jamie. In this part of the story, Jamie has been burning some leaves as part of his chores, and the fire has gotten out of wasn t one to panic, but my fun had turned to fear and desperation, and I realized help was needed. So while I still beat at the flames with my shovel, I gave up my pride, turned my face to the house, and began to shout for house was fifty yards away, and I didn t know if she d hear me.

6 I d last seen her at the kitchen table sewing school clothes, and the kitchen was on the opposite side of the house.* * *At one spot, rocks and sparse grass slowed the fire s pace up the slope, and I made good progress. But I d abandoned the other end as long as I dared. It might have been best to stay where I was, but I made a decision and ran back to the front just as flames there reached the base of the flew from my face as I pounded and dug in vain, all the while shamelessly shouting for help toward the house, like a man overboard beating off sharks while screaming at a passing , I spotted Marie in the yard.

7 She had come around the side of the house and was staring openmouthed. Get Mom! I yelled. Get Mom out here! She disappeared through the front door, blond hair immediately, Mom was out the door and coming across the yard on the run. Suddenly, she stopped, turned, and ran back into the house. In a moment, she came out again with an old blanket in her arms. At the gate she stabbed a finger at Marie probably telling her to stay in the yard and ran across the road, her short legs pounding and her dress flying. At the irrigation ditch she stopped and threw the blanket into the now, the flames behind me had crawled through the rocky area, sprinted through thick grass, and now were halfway to the big ditch.

8 And in spite of my present efforts, the front end of the blaze had a renewed start up the slope in heavy grass that looked like it was begging to be burned. Fire was this passage. Then answer questions 1 through 6. Secure material Do not reproduce. Do not discuss contents until end of designated makeup book 1I felt like sitting down and letting it go. It was too hard. My eyes stung, my throat was raw, my arm hair was singed, and my legs ached from running up and down the hill. I was soaked in sweat, and my hands that I d thought so tough from hoeing all summer were already red and starting to blister from my grip on the shovel handle.

9 What was the point? It was too late. How could we stop it now? Jamie! Come down! Let it go! Help me over here, Jamie! I looked. Mom wasn t heading for the burning hill at all. She was over by the pigpen, flailing with her soggy blanket. The pen was to the north, against the creek, and to my amazement the fire had a good start across the fifty-foot rocky swale1 separating the garden and the pigpen fence. It had jumped our small irrigation ditch the ready-made barrier like a lion after a mouse.* * * We ll have to let the hill go, Mom said when I reached her. Have to.

10 We can t stop it there. Her voice was different lower than usual, and controlled. Mom was known as an enthusiastic person in everyday conversation. But in a crisis, she was calm. I d seen it once when I cut my foot and we had trouble getting the bleeding stopped; another time when Marie was a baby and had a convulsion that wouldn t quit; and again when Dad developed a reaction to penicillin and his face and throat started swelling up like a movie monster. Mom was using that controlled voice right now. Help me here, Jamie. Over here. She was already in action, smothering flames with each throw of her sodden blanket.