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What is the primary goal of analyzing the author's tone? a. To find grammatical errors To understand the emotional undertone and underlying messages b. C. To count the number of adjectives d. To evaluate the author's vocabulary

Why is it important to consider the author's purpose in a text? a. To memorize the text To understand why the author included b. certain details or expressed ideas in a particular way C. To determine the publication date d. To count the number of pages

How do readers benefit from evaluating cause-and-effect relationships in a text? a. They can determine the text's genre b. They can understand how one element leads to another and the implications of these relationships c. They can identify the main idea d. They can analyze sentence structure

In character analysis, what can be inferred from a character's actions and dialogue? a. The story's setting b. Their motivations, feelings, or relationships C The author's biography d. The book's title

Secondary school teacher Miss Nice sees her career as an investment in a more equal future for rural area kids who might be interested in pursuing careers in agriculture and STEM. “Kids can sell themselves short out here,” Miss Nice says. “I try to empower them and make sure they don’t feel limited by anything.” Miss Nice, who teaches grades 7 to 9 in a rural school, is passionate about introducing her learners to new technologies and encouraging them to pursue their interests. She recently applied for and brought an iFarm, a fully computerised and interactive farm science research station, to her school. “Opening their eyes is so special,” Miss Nice enthuses. “When you show them something new and you see them light up with excitement, it is so worth it.” For Miss Nice, it is important for young learners to see women succeeding in agriculture. “There are a lot of young female learners I teach that are so passionate and clever when it comes to agriculture,” she says. This year, Miss Nice’s learners were gifted with two beautiful ribbons after participating in the School Merino Wether Challenge, an annual event which educates learners and teachers about the merino industry. These ribbons serve as a daily reminder for Ms. Nice of how she is inspiring her learners to follow their passions and making an impact on her learners’ lives. One of Miss Nice’s learners, who wants to work in agriculture, told her that the challenge was a great learning experience.It is such a privilege to witness your learners growing in their confidence, engaging with current industry leaders and being inspired to make a difference,” Miss Nice says. Recently, Ms Nice asked her learners what they wanted to be when they grew up. She was moved when one of her learners piped up, “I think I’d like to be a Miss Nice.” “It meant so much to me to hear that," she explains. “I had many wonderful teachers throughout my school years, and it has always been my mission to make sure my learners felt they could look up to me the way I looked up to my teachers in the past.” She adds, “Being involved in young learners’ education is a privilege, and one that constantly challenges me to never stop learning and be better than I was yesterday.” For Miss Nice, the two ribbons remind her of this privilege every day

The sun hung well towards the west now so that the thin clouds above the ragged horizon were rimmed with bright yellow like the spilt yolk of an egg. Chinaboy stood up from having blown the fire under the round tin and said, 'She ought to boil now. The tin stood precariously balanced on two half-bricks and a smooth stone. We had built the fire carefully in order to brew some coffee and now watched the water in the tin with the interest of women at a childbirth. 'There she is,' Chinaboy said as the surface broke into bubbles. He waited for the water to boil up and then drew a small crushed packet from the side pocket of his shredded windbreaker, untwisted its mouth and carefully tapped raw coffee into the tin. He was a short man with grey-flecked kinky hair, and a wide, quiet, heavy face that had a look of patience about it, as if he had grown accustomed to doing things slowly and carefully and correctly. But his eyes were dark orien- tal ovals, restless as a pair of cockroaches. 'We'll let her draw a while,' he advised. He put the packet away and produced an old rag from another pocket, wrapped it around a hand and gingerly lifted the tin from the fire, placing it carefully in the sand near the bricks. We had just finished a job for the railways and were camped out a few yards from the embankment and some distance from the ruins of a one-time siding. The corrugated iron of the office still stood, gaping in places and covered with rust and cobwebs. Passers had fouled the roofless interior and the platform was crumbled in places and overgrown with weeds. The cement curbing still stood, but cracked and covered with the disintegration like a welcome notice to a ghost town. Chinaboy got out the scoured condensed-milk tins we used for cups and set them up. I sat on an old sleeper and waited for the ceremony of pouring the coffee to commence. It didn't start right then because Chinaboy was crouching with his rag- wrapped hand poised over the can, about to pick it up, but he wasn't making a move. Just sitting like that and watching something beyond us. The Port Jackson bush and wattle crackled and rustled behind me and the long shadow of a man fell across the small clearing. I looked back and up. He had