When her grandmother’s health began to deteriorate in the\r\nfall of 1994, Mary would make the drive from Washington, DC to Winchester every\r\nfew days.
She hated highway driving, finding it ugly and monotonous. She\r\npreferred to take meandering back roads to her grandmother’s hospital. When she\r\ndrove through the rocky town of Harpers Ferry, the beauty of the rough waters\r\nchurning at the intersection of the Shenandoah and Potomac rivers always\r\ncaptivated her.
Toward the end of her journey, Mary had to get on highway\r\n81. It was here that she discovered a surprising bit of beauty during one of\r\nher trips. Along the median of the highway, there was a long stretch of\r\nwildflowers. They were thin and delicate and purple, and swayed in the wind as\r\nif whispering poems to each other.
The first time she saw the flowers, Mary was seized by an uncontrollable\r\nurge to pull over on the highway and yank a bunch from the soil. She carried\r\nthem into her grandmother’s room when she arrived at the hospital and placed\r\nthem in a water pitcher by her bed. For a moment her grandmother seemed more\r\nlucid than usual. She thanked Mary for the flowers, commented on their beauty\r\nand asked where she had gotten them. Mary was overjoyed by the ability of the\r\nflowers to wake something up inside her ailing grandmother.
Afterwards, Mary began carrying scissors in the car during\r\nher trips to visit her grandmother. She would quickly glide onto the shoulder,\r\njump out of the car, and clip a bunch of flowers. Each time Mary placed the\r\nflowers in the pitcher, her grandmother’s eyes would light up and they would\r\nhave a splendid conversation.
One morning in late October, Mary got a call that her\r\ngrandmother had taken a turn for the worse. Mary was in such a hurry to get to\r\nher grandmother that she sped past her flower spot. She decided to turn around\r\nhead several miles back, and cut a bunch. Mary arrived at the hospital to find her\r\ngrandmother very weak and unresponsive. She placed flowers in the pitcher and\r\nsat down. She felt a squeeze on her fingers. It was the last conversation they\r\nhad.
As used in the middle of the story, which is the best antonym for ‘lucid’?
When her grandmother’s health began to deteriorate in the\r\nfall of 1994, Mary would make the drive from Washington, DC to Winchester every\r\nfew days.
She hated highway driving, finding it ugly and monotonous. She\r\npreferred to take meandering back roads to her grandmother’s hospital. When she\r\ndrove through the rocky town of Harpers Ferry, the beauty of the rough waters\r\nchurning at the intersection of the Shenandoah and Potomac rivers always\r\ncaptivated her.
Toward the end of her journey, Mary had to get on highway\r\n81. It was here that she discovered a surprising bit of beauty during one of\r\nher trips. Along the median of the highway, there was a long stretch of\r\nwildflowers. They were thin and delicate and purple, and swayed in the wind as\r\nif whispering poems to each other.
The first time she saw the flowers, Mary was seized by an uncontrollable\r\nurge to pull over on the highway and yank a bunch from the soil. She carried\r\nthem into her grandmother’s room when she arrived at the hospital and placed\r\nthem in a water pitcher by her bed. For a moment her grandmother seemed more\r\nlucid than usual. She thanked Mary for the flowers, commented on their beauty\r\nand asked where she had gotten them. Mary was overjoyed by the ability of the\r\nflowers to wake something up inside her ailing grandmother.
Afterwards, Mary began carrying scissors in the car during\r\nher trips to visit her grandmother. She would quickly glide onto the shoulder,\r\njump out of the car, and clip a bunch of flowers. Each time Mary placed the\r\nflowers in the pitcher, her grandmother’s eyes would light up and they would\r\nhave a splendid conversation.
One morning in late October, Mary got a call that her\r\ngrandmother had taken a turn for the worse. Mary was in such a hurry to get to\r\nher grandmother that she sped past her flower spot. She decided to turn around\r\nhead several miles back, and cut a bunch. Mary arrived at the hospital to find her\r\ngrandmother very weak and unresponsive. She placed flowers in the pitcher and\r\nsat down. She felt a squeeze on her fingers. It was the last conversation they\r\nhad.
Which of the following accurately describe Mary’s\r\npersonality?
I Impatient
II Drawn towards beauty
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III Loving
When her grandmother’s health began to deteriorate in the\r\nfall of 1994, Mary would make the drive from Washington, DC to Winchester every\r\nfew days.
She hated highway driving, finding it ugly and monotonous. She\r\npreferred to take meandering back roads to her grandmother’s hospital. When she\r\ndrove through the rocky town of Harpers Ferry, the beauty of the rough waters\r\nchurning at the intersection of the Shenandoah and Potomac rivers always\r\ncaptivated her.
Toward the end of her journey, Mary had to get on highway\r\n81. It was here that she discovered a surprising bit of beauty during one of\r\nher trips. Along the median of the highway, there was a long stretch of\r\nwildflowers. They were thin and delicate and purple, and swayed in the wind as\r\nif whispering poems to each other.
The first time she saw the flowers, Mary was seized by an uncontrollable\r\nurge to pull over on the highway and yank a bunch from the soil. She carried\r\nthem into her grandmother’s room when she arrived at the hospital and placed\r\nthem in a water pitcher by her bed. For a moment her grandmother seemed more\r\nlucid than usual. She thanked Mary for the flowers, commented on their beauty\r\nand asked where she had gotten them. Mary was overjoyed by the ability of the\r\nflowers to wake something up inside her ailing grandmother.
Afterwards, Mary began carrying scissors in the car during\r\nher trips to visit her grandmother. She would quickly glide onto the shoulder,\r\njump out of the car, and clip a bunch of flowers. Each time Mary placed the\r\nflowers in the pitcher, her grandmother’s eyes would light up and they would\r\nhave a splendid conversation.
One morning in late October, Mary got a call that her\r\ngrandmother had taken a turn for the worse. Mary was in such a hurry to get to\r\nher grandmother that she sped past her flower spot. She decided to turn around\r\nhead several miles back, and cut a bunch. Mary arrived at the hospital to find her\r\ngrandmother very weak and unresponsive. She placed flowers in the pitcher and\r\nsat down. She felt a squeeze on her fingers. It was the last conversation they\r\nhad.
In the final paragraph, the author writes. “She felt a\r\nsqueeze on her fingers. It was the last conversation they had.”
Which best describes what the author is trying to\r\ncommunicate in these sentences?
When her grandmother’s health began to deteriorate in the\r\nfall of 1994, Mary would make the drive from Washington, DC to Winchester every\r\nfew days.
She hated highway driving, finding it ugly and monotonous. She\r\npreferred to take meandering back roads to her grandmother’s hospital. When she\r\ndrove through the rocky town of Harpers Ferry, the beauty of the rough waters\r\nchurning at the intersection of the Shenandoah and Potomac rivers always\r\ncaptivated her.
Toward the end of her journey, Mary had to get on highway\r\n81. It was here that she discovered a surprising bit of beauty during one of\r\nher trips. Along the median of the highway, there was a long stretch of\r\nwildflowers. They were thin and delicate and purple, and swayed in the wind as\r\nif whispering poems to each other.
The first time she saw the flowers, Mary was seized by an uncontrollable\r\nurge to pull over on the highway and yank a bunch from the soil. She carried\r\nthem into her grandmother’s room when she arrived at the hospital and placed\r\nthem in a water pitcher by her bed. For a moment her grandmother seemed more\r\nlucid than usual. She thanked Mary for the flowers, commented on their beauty\r\nand asked where she had gotten them. Mary was overjoyed by the ability of the\r\nflowers to wake something up inside her ailing grandmother.
Afterwards, Mary began carrying scissors in the car during\r\nher trips to visit her grandmother. She would quickly glide onto the shoulder,\r\njump out of the car, and clip a bunch of flowers. Each time Mary placed the\r\nflowers in the pitcher, her grandmother’s eyes would light up and they would\r\nhave a splendid conversation.
One morning in late October, Mary got a call that her\r\ngrandmother had taken a turn for the worse. Mary was in such a hurry to get to\r\nher grandmother that she sped past her flower spot. She decided to turn around\r\nhead several miles back, and cut a bunch. Mary arrived at the hospital to find her\r\ngrandmother very weak and unresponsive. She placed flowers in the pitcher and\r\nsat down. She felt a squeeze on her fingers. It was the last conversation they\r\nhad.
What other title would best fit this passage?
When her grandmother’s health began to deteriorate in the\r\nfall of 1994, Mary would make the drive from Washington, DC to Winchester every\r\nfew days.
She hated highway driving, finding it ugly and monotonous. She\r\npreferred to take meandering back roads to her grandmother’s hospital. When she\r\ndrove through the rocky town of Harpers Ferry, the beauty of the rough waters\r\nchurning at the intersection of the Shenandoah and Potomac rivers always\r\ncaptivated her.
Toward the end of her journey, Mary had to get on highway\r\n81. It was here that she discovered a surprising bit of beauty during one of\r\nher trips. Along the median of the highway, there was a long stretch of\r\nwildflowers. They were thin and delicate and purple, and swayed in the wind as\r\nif whispering poems to each other.
The first time she saw the flowers, Mary was seized by an uncontrollable\r\nurge to pull over on the highway and yank a bunch from the soil. She carried\r\nthem into her grandmother’s room when she arrived at the hospital and placed\r\nthem in a water pitcher by her bed. For a moment her grandmother seemed more\r\nlucid than usual. She thanked Mary for the flowers, commented on their beauty\r\nand asked where she had gotten them. Mary was overjoyed by the ability of the\r\nflowers to wake something up inside her ailing grandmother.
Afterwards, Mary began carrying scissors in the car during\r\nher trips to visit her grandmother. She would quickly glide onto the shoulder,\r\njump out of the car, and clip a bunch of flowers. Each time Mary placed the\r\nflowers in the pitcher, her grandmother’s eyes would light up and they would\r\nhave a splendid conversation.
One morning in late October, Mary got a call that her\r\ngrandmother had taken a turn for the worse. Mary was in such a hurry to get to\r\nher grandmother that she sped past her flower spot. She decided to turn around\r\nhead several miles back, and cut a bunch. Mary arrived at the hospital to find her\r\ngrandmother very weak and unresponsive. She placed flowers in the pitcher and\r\nsat down. She felt a squeeze on her fingers. It was the last conversation they\r\nhad.
Which best describes what the act of stopping for flowers on\r\nthe side of the highway became for Mary?
When her grandmother’s health began to deteriorate in the\r\nfall of 1994, Mary would make the drive from Washington, DC to Winchester every\r\nfew days.
She hated highway driving, finding it ugly and monotonous. She\r\npreferred to take meandering back roads to her grandmother’s hospital. When she\r\ndrove through the rocky town of Harpers Ferry, the beauty of the rough waters\r\nchurning at the intersection of the Shenandoah and Potomac rivers always\r\ncaptivated her.
Toward the end of her journey, Mary had to get on highway\r\n81. It was here that she discovered a surprising bit of beauty during one of\r\nher trips. Along the median of the highway, there was a long stretch of\r\nwildflowers. They were thin and delicate and purple, and swayed in the wind as\r\nif whispering poems to each other.
The first time she saw the flowers, Mary was seized by an uncontrollable\r\nurge to pull over on the highway and yank a bunch from the soil. She carried\r\nthem into her grandmother’s room when she arrived at the hospital and placed\r\nthem in a water pitcher by her bed. For a moment her grandmother seemed more\r\nlucid than usual. She thanked Mary for the flowers, commented on their beauty\r\nand asked where she had gotten them. Mary was overjoyed by the ability of the\r\nflowers to wake something up inside her ailing grandmother.
Afterwards, Mary began carrying scissors in the car during\r\nher trips to visit her grandmother. She would quickly glide onto the shoulder,\r\njump out of the car, and clip a bunch of flowers. Each time Mary placed the\r\nflowers in the pitcher, her grandmother’s eyes would light up and they would\r\nhave a splendid conversation.
One morning in late October, Mary got a call that her\r\ngrandmother had taken a turn for the worse. Mary was in such a hurry to get to\r\nher grandmother that she sped past her flower spot. She decided to turn around\r\nhead several miles back, and cut a bunch. Mary arrived at the hospital to find her\r\ngrandmother very weak and unresponsive. She placed flowers in the pitcher and\r\nsat down. She felt a squeeze on her fingers. It was the last conversation they\r\nhad.
“They were thin and delicate and purple, and swayed in the\r\nwind as if whispering poems to each other.”
Which of the following literary techniques is used in the\r\nabove sentence?
When her grandmother’s health began to deteriorate in the\r\nfall of 1994, Mary would make the drive from Washington, DC to Winchester every\r\nfew days.
She hated highway driving, finding it ugly and monotonous. She\r\npreferred to take meandering back roads to her grandmother’s hospital. When she\r\ndrove through the rocky town of Harpers Ferry, the beauty of the rough waters\r\nchurning at the intersection of the Shenandoah and Potomac rivers always\r\ncaptivated her.
Toward the end of her journey, Mary had to get on highway\r\n81. It was here that she discovered a surprising bit of beauty during one of\r\nher trips. Along the median of the highway, there was a long stretch of\r\nwildflowers. They were thin and delicate and purple, and swayed in the wind as\r\nif whispering poems to each other.
The first time she saw the flowers, Mary was seized by an uncontrollable\r\nurge to pull over on the highway and yank a bunch from the soil. She carried\r\nthem into her grandmother’s room when she arrived at the hospital and placed\r\nthem in a water pitcher by her bed. For a moment her grandmother seemed more\r\nlucid than usual. She thanked Mary for the flowers, commented on their beauty\r\nand asked where she had gotten them. Mary was overjoyed by the ability of the\r\nflowers to wake something up inside her ailing grandmother.
Afterwards, Mary began carrying scissors in the car during\r\nher trips to visit her grandmother. She would quickly glide onto the shoulder,\r\njump out of the car, and clip a bunch of flowers. Each time Mary placed the\r\nflowers in the pitcher, her grandmother’s eyes would light up and they would\r\nhave a splendid conversation.
One morning in late October, Mary got a call that her\r\ngrandmother had taken a turn for the worse. Mary was in such a hurry to get to\r\nher grandmother that she sped past her flower spot. She decided to turn around\r\nhead several miles back, and cut a bunch. Mary arrived at the hospital to find her\r\ngrandmother very weak and unresponsive. She placed flowers in the pitcher and\r\nsat down. She felt a squeeze on her fingers. It was the last conversation they\r\nhad.
“She hated highway driving, finding it ugly and monotonous.”
Which of the following is the best way to rewrite the above\r\nsentence, while keeping its original meaning?
When her grandmother’s health began to deteriorate in the\r\nfall of 1994, Mary would make the drive from Washington, DC to Winchester every\r\nfew days.
She hated highway driving, finding it ugly and monotonous. She\r\npreferred to take meandering back roads to her grandmother’s hospital. When she\r\ndrove through the rocky town of Harpers Ferry, the beauty of the rough waters\r\nchurning at the intersection of the Shenandoah and Potomac rivers always\r\ncaptivated her.
Toward the end of her journey, Mary had to get on highway\r\n81. It was here that she discovered a surprising bit of beauty during one of\r\nher trips. Along the median of the highway, there was a long stretch of\r\nwildflowers. They were thin and delicate and purple, and swayed in the wind as\r\nif whispering poems to each other.
The first time she saw the flowers, Mary was seized by an uncontrollable\r\nurge to pull over on the highway and yank a bunch from the soil. She carried\r\nthem into her grandmother’s room when she arrived at the hospital and placed\r\nthem in a water pitcher by her bed. For a moment her grandmother seemed more\r\nlucid than usual. She thanked Mary for the flowers, commented on their beauty\r\nand asked where she had gotten them. Mary was overjoyed by the ability of the\r\nflowers to wake something up inside her ailing grandmother.
Afterwards, Mary began carrying scissors in the car during\r\nher trips to visit her grandmother. She would quickly glide onto the shoulder,\r\njump out of the car, and clip a bunch of flowers. Each time Mary placed the\r\nflowers in the pitcher, her grandmother’s eyes would light up and they would\r\nhave a splendid conversation.
One morning in late October, Mary got a call that her\r\ngrandmother had taken a turn for the worse. Mary was in such a hurry to get to\r\nher grandmother that she sped past her flower spot. She decided to turn around\r\nhead several miles back, and cut a bunch. Mary arrived at the hospital to find her\r\ngrandmother very weak and unresponsive. She placed flowers in the pitcher and\r\nsat down. She felt a squeeze on her fingers. It was the last conversation they\r\nhad.
As used in the beginning of the story, which is the best\r\ndefinition for ‘captivated’?
When her grandmother’s health began to deteriorate in the\r\nfall of 1994, Mary would make the drive from Washington, DC to Winchester every\r\nfew days.
She hated highway driving, finding it ugly and monotonous. She\r\npreferred to take meandering back roads to her grandmother’s hospital. When she\r\ndrove through the rocky town of Harpers Ferry, the beauty of the rough waters\r\nchurning at the intersection of the Shenandoah and Potomac rivers always\r\ncaptivated her.
Toward the end of her journey, Mary had to get on highway\r\n81. It was here that she discovered a surprising bit of beauty during one of\r\nher trips. Along the median of the highway, there was a long stretch of\r\nwildflowers. They were thin and delicate and purple, and swayed in the wind as\r\nif whispering poems to each other.
The first time she saw the flowers, Mary was seized by an uncontrollable\r\nurge to pull over on the highway and yank a bunch from the soil. She carried\r\nthem into her grandmother’s room when she arrived at the hospital and placed\r\nthem in a water pitcher by her bed. For a moment her grandmother seemed more\r\nlucid than usual. She thanked Mary for the flowers, commented on their beauty\r\nand asked where she had gotten them. Mary was overjoyed by the ability of the\r\nflowers to wake something up inside her ailing grandmother.
Afterwards, Mary began carrying scissors in the car during\r\nher trips to visit her grandmother. She would quickly glide onto the shoulder,\r\njump out of the car, and clip a bunch of flowers. Each time Mary placed the\r\nflowers in the pitcher, her grandmother’s eyes would light up and they would\r\nhave a splendid conversation.
One morning in late October, Mary got a call that her\r\ngrandmother had taken a turn for the worse. Mary was in such a hurry to get to\r\nher grandmother that she sped past her flower spot. She decided to turn around\r\nhead several miles back, and cut a bunch. Mary arrived at the hospital to find her\r\ngrandmother very weak and unresponsive. She placed flowers in the pitcher and\r\nsat down. She felt a squeeze on her fingers. It was the last conversation they\r\nhad.
As used at the beginning of the story, which is the best antonym for ‘deteriorate’?
Paul’s wife knows Paul loves to read cookbooks. She decides to\r\nget him one for his birthday. Paul tells her he will try to make a new recipe\r\nfor three days in a row. On Monday, Paul makes blueberry pancakes for\r\nbreakfast. He gets the blueberries from the farmers’ market. On Tuesday, Paul\r\nmakes beef soup for dinner. He puts in cubes of beef, carrots, and onions. The\r\nrecipe calls for cream, but Paul does not cream. He uses water instead. On Wednesday,\r\nPaul makes a tomato salad with cucumbers and onions. He picks the cucumbers and\r\ntomatoes from his garden. He likes this dish best. It was also the easiest for\r\nhim to make.
Which dish was the easiest for Paul to make?