Item 5 Read the excerpt from Chapter 3 of Who Is Sonia Sotomayor?

One day, Sonia walked into her dorm room. As she explained years later in the book about her life, Sonia found her friend Felice sitting there. Felice looked embarrassed. She had seen a letter in Sonia’s wastebasket. It was an invitation to join a very special club called Phi Beta Kappa. The club was only for the very top students. At Princeton, that meant the best of the best! Sonia had thrown the letter away because she had never heard of Phi Beta Kappa.

Question 1
Part A

What can be inferred about the excerpt?

ANSWER CHOICES:

A. It describes similarities between individuals.

B. The structure is chronological.

C. The text provides a solution to a problem

Which of the following will most likely happen if the pancreas does not produce sufficient insulin? blood sugar will decrease because insulin lowers blood sugar when it rises too high. blood sugar will increase because insulin increases blood sugar when it falls too low. blood sugar will increase because insulin lowers blood sugar when it rises too high. blood sugar will decrease because insulin increases blood sugar when it falls too low.

What is the relationship between paragraph 2 paragraph 3 through 29?

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream