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English 2
Mrs. Simpson
Quarter 3 Assessment Review
Terms: Find definitions for the following terms, as they apply to reading/writing texts. These terms may be used in
questions on the exam.
Indicate
Imply
Claim
Unfold/ Develop
ideas
Convey
Main point /
Purpose
Concepts: Review the following concepts, including their definitions and how they affect a text.
Term
Definition
Effect on text
Point of View /
Narrator
Irony
Theme
Connotation /
Connotative Meaning
Symbolism
Formal Style
Semicolons
Semicolons
Main Idea
Factual Support
Vocabulary: Context clues are words or phrases around a word that can help you understand the word’s meaning. Ways
in which context clues can point to a word’s meaning:
Interloper – a person who intrudes in other’s business
1. May define the word
The people who interfered in the family's concerns were accused of being interlopers.
2. May restate the word (synonym)
The interlopers, intruders on horseback, waved their swords as they rode into town.
3. May provide examples of the word
Protecting the privacy of the millionaire, the guards viewed all strangers who approached the mansion as interlopers,
including curious tourists, journalists, and photographers.
4. May compare the word to something similar
Like mice, the interlopers slipped into the building unnoticed.
5. May contrast the word to something dissimilar (antonym)
Far from being welcome guests, the men at the party were seen as interlopers.
Directions: Read through the following passage and highlight words you don’t know. THEN, go back and use context
clues to see if you can figure out the meaning of the word.
Sophie's Challenge
When the rain started in again, the whole house filled up with quiet tension. As we gathered at the kitchen table
and indulged in Mama's homemade bean soup, we concentrated on the "rat–a–tat" of the rain drumming against the
windows, and the wind whistling and rattling the screen door.
"Time to move to higher ground," Daddy announced quietly as he pushed back from the table. "You all know the
drill." Sliding into his raincoat, he bent his head against the wind and headed out toward the barn where the horses moved
restlessly in their stalls.
Rain had been falling on and off for two weeks, changing the peaceful river behind our house into a violent
waterway that threatened to engulf the house. The muddy water had already swallowed up the garden and most of the
lower pasture. Each of us had an assigned job, so Jake loaded up the truck and the car with blankets, flashlights, jugs of
water, and other emergency items while Mama packed up food and made sandwiches. In the meantime, Mary got the
baby's clothes and diapers packed; I was in charge of helping Dad with the horses.
"Scoot along now, Sophie," Mama said to me as I dawdled over my soup, "or Daddy will have completed all your
chores for you."
By now, the wind was propelling the cold rain horizontally and relentlessly. As I stepped into the warmth of the
barn, the rich smell of hay and horses assailed my senses, which always made me happy; even today was no exception,
but my smile faded almost instantly.
Daddy had already fed the horses, which should have been my job. He did not glance in my direction when
I came in, causing my face to burn as I remembered him chastising me for being lazy and indifferent where the
horses were concerned.
"Haul the saddles into the hay loft," he said pointing to the overhead level. "Can't afford to have them ruined if the
lower level floods." Together, silently, we secured the barn, until the only thing left to do was to drive the horses out.
They would not be happy about galloping out into the rain, but they would automatically head to the high pasture where a
lean–to provided shelter and no danger of them being caught by flood waters.
"Well, open the doors." His voice was impatient, partly angry at me and partly hurrying to beat the river's
encroachment. I pulled the heavy double doors open; the hinges squeaked like a platoon of lost ghosts. Daddy slapped
Miser's rump with his hat and shouted a loud "yee–ha," which caused the six horses to thunder out into the rain where they
were swallowed up by the oncoming night.
Where was Prim? Simultaneously we stepped into her stall where the filly stood trembling, head down.
Water was making its entrance under the barn door and we knew time was running out. Daddy directed a stern
look my way. "It's time to move out."
"I'm not leaving Prim," I said recklessly. "I'm going to ride her to the pasture." When he didn't answer I repeated
my declaration loudly, only this time with tears in my voice, "I'm not leaving Prim." For the first time in two weeks
Daddy broke into a small smile.
"I know," he responded quietly. "We'll join you in the morning. Take a blanket." Then he was gone. The silence
that came after the sound of vehicles pulling away left me alone with the wind and the rain and a very nervous horse.
I slipped a bridle over her head and pulled myself onto her back, and with a little cluck, I headed her out of the
barn and into the rain, which was no longer falling horizontally. She hesitated for only a moment, shying away and then
surging forward at my command. My vision was limited to only a few feet, but Prim's instinct headed us in the right
direction. It was slow going as she slipped on the muddy stones several times, causing her hooves to scramble to keep us
upright. The thought of falling reinforced my fear of an impending disaster; however, she kept her footing, and I saw her
ears prick up as she heard the other horses whinnying, indicating our close proximity to the pasture.
With the worst of the storm over, I huddled in the corner of the lean–to with all seven horses milling around me.
The rain had let up even more and I buried myself in my blanket, waiting for sunrise and my dad's approval — both of
them slow in coming.