Read the letter.

A Letter from the Atlantic

Dear Hannah,

I’ve never seen so much water before—everywhere I look, all I can see around me is placid blue. I’m grateful for the calm water today because it enables me to ascend to the top level of the SS Frisia and look at the Atlantic Ocean that stretches before us until it meets the horizon. I feel the warm air on my face and smell the salty sea air, but there’s a pit in my stomach when I think about how different life in New York will be.

When we first set sail on August 21st, I watched until Hamburg became a miniscule speck in the distance. When I squinted and couldn’t see the familiar buildings with their smoke spewing into the air anymore, Papa told me to look the other way. “You can’t look back,” he said as he walked me to the other side of the ship, his strong arm supporting my shoulders. “Home is there now.” He pointed to a place that was shimmering waves of blue, and I had a hard time visualizing a home that was 6,000 kilometers of water. He told me to close my eyes and picture the skyline that would soon materialize on the horizon. I couldn’t even fathom 6,000 kilometers of water, just like I couldn’t fathom that our new home wouldn’t be Hamburg anymore.

Most of the days at sea have been turbulent; tall waves reach up from the bottom of the sea and smack into the ship, sending us to the ground whenever we are standing. We are jettisoned from one side of the ship to the other like billiard balls; we emigrants glance off one another before moving in separate directions. It was entertaining at first, but now the ship’s rocking motion makes me feel sick, so I descend back to the bottom level where my family’s room is. Through the tiny oval porthole, I watch as the rough water laps the glass.

We play games and read and sleep to pass the time—sometimes there’s violin music that drifts into our room at night. My brother and I step out into the hallway in our socks and dance to the fast beat together, and it makes the boat’s rocking seem bearable. Most nights, we practice some English words with one another peppered in with the German that I will soon use less and less. “I am from Germany,” I practice over and over again, elongating my mouth around vowels that are pronounced differently in English than in German. I still think in German, dream in German, feel German words fly off my tongue with a comfort and speed that I worry I’ll never feel when I speak English. What will happen to me if the English all around me displaces the German of my youth?

There are people on this ship from everywhere: The Kowalski family in the room next to ours is from Poland, while the Ivanov family on the other side is from Russia. We practice basic English with one another: “Good morning. How are you?” Behind the closed doors of strangers’ rooms, I hear unfamiliar consonant sounds making up the lyrics to lilting songs. I can only imagine that these melodies are about feeling adrift; though we come from different places, nostalgia and homesickness know no borders or boundaries.

When I write these letters to you, I wonder where you are and what you are doing. Are you still walking along the canals of the Speicherstadt the way we used to after school? Do you still hear the bells of St. Michael’s Church resounding through the air? Does the bakery on the corner still serve our favorite Brötchen when it comes right out of the oven?

I miss you more than I can say in this letter. Say hello to everyone for me and tell them that my family is doing well. By the time I get on land to mail this letter, I will be at Ellis Island!

Love,

Liesl

Read this passage from Liesl's brother's diary.

I draw pictures of New York in my diary every night. Every time I think about New York, my legs jitter with excitement. Everything will be so new and different! I practice English with everyone I know, even with my family who still wants to speak to me in German. I'm starting to think in English and can't wait until English is all I speak. People walk around here like they are sad, but I couldn't be happier. I think I've already forgotten my life in Hamburg. Ellis Island, here we come!

In the fourth paragraph of "A Letter from the Atlantic," Liesl wonders what will happen "if the English all around [her] displaces the German of [her] youth."

How does Liesl's viewpoint conflict with that of her brother?


Liesl fears she will not speak English well, while her brother is confident in his English skills.

Liesl worries about losing ties to her home culture, while her brother looks forward to joining a new culture.

Liesl plans to remain proficient in German, while her brother plans to embrace English.

Liesl is certain she will be able to embrace two cultures, while her brother thinks he must choose one.

Answer:

Liesl worries about losing ties to her home culture, while her brother looks forward to joining a new culture.

Explanation:

What is least likely to cause a landslide?


A)
an earthquake


B)
a volcano


C)
heavy rain


D)
snow melting

Read the excerpt from Shania's Diary.

Mr. Jackson had another one of his "brilliant" ideas today. On Wednesday, he is taking us on a field trip. Here's the not-so-brilliant part—we’re going to explore the shabby old asphalt schoolyard. What is wrong with that man? That is not a field trip. We are out on that yard every day after lunch, and there is nothing there to explore.

Which of Shania’s character traits does the excerpt reveal?

enthusiasm
jealousy
annoyance
patience

Ray went to his class Sasha went to lunch instead. Identify the choice that corrects this run on sentence

Was the British takeover of India actually a “blessing in disguise” considering it improved the overall life of the Indian citizen?(chapter 24 sect 4)

What is the correct meaning of the word verification?
The bank needed verification of Jared's identity before he withdrew money.

proof
accuracy
picture
security

Read the sentence from “Fish Cheeks.”

For Christmas I prayed for this blond-haired boy, Robert, and a slim new American nose.

Which sense does the description appeal to?

sight
hearing
touch
smell

Find out about another unusual food source that people may not want to
eat, such as snake meat, or snails. Learn about where this food is eaten,
who eats it, and how it is prepared. Write a paragraph to summarize what
you have learned.

What form of punctuation is missing in this quote?
Lothar told Keith, "After the game, I'm going to try and see if Tomas the owner of the red car will give me a ride because I don't want to walk home. "​