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II. Hörverstehen.

Click the following link to begin your exam. ** Do not close this Canvas window! Remember to return to this Canvas window after you’ve completed the assessment in MyMathLab to submit the proctoring session to Honorlock. (Failing to do this will result in your test results not being valid.) Once you have logged in MyMathLab, click the link for “Test 1 (Unit A)”. You will then be prompted for a password. Password: 1timothy15 https://canvas.polk.edu/courses/42325/external_tools/36946 When done with the test in MyMathLab, return to this page and proceed to the next question by clicking the “Next” box below..

Click the following link to begin your exam. ** Do not close this Canvas window! Remember to return to this Canvas window after you’ve completed the assessment in MyMathLab to submit the proctoring session to Honorlock. (Failing to do this will result in your test results not being valid.) Once you have logged in MyMathLab, click the link for “Test 5 (Unit E)”. You will then be prompted for a password. Password: acts209 $CANVAS_COURSE_REFERENCE$/external_tools/36946  

Click the following link to begin your exam. ** Do not close this Canvas window! Remember to return to this Canvas window after you’ve completed the assessment in MyMathLab to submit the proctoring session to Honorlock. (Failing to do this will result in your test results not being valid.) Once you have logged in MyMathLab, click the link for “Test 4 (Unit D)”. You will then be prompted for a password. Password: romans89 $CANVAS_COURSE_REFERENCE$/external_tools/36946  

Click the following link to begin your exam. ** Do not close this Canvas window! Remember to return to this Canvas window after you’ve completed the assessment in MyMathLab to submit the proctoring session to Honorlock. (Failing to do this will result in your test results not being valid.) Once you have logged in MyMathLab, click the link for “Test 3 (Unit C)”. You will then be prompted for a password. Password: romans81 $CANVAS_COURSE_REFERENCE$/external_tools/36946  

Click the following link to begin your exam. ** Do not close this Canvas window! Remember to return to this Canvas window after you’ve completed the assessment in MyMathLab to submit the proctoring session to Honorlock. (Failing to do this will result in your test results not being valid.) Once you have logged in MyMathLab, click the link for “Test 2 (Unit B)”. You will then be prompted for a password. Password: acts529 $CANVAS_COURSE_REFERENCE$/external_tools/36946  

Click the following link to begin your exam. ** Do not close this Canvas window! Remember to return to this Canvas window after you’ve completed the assessment in MyMathLab to submit the proctoring session to Honorlock. (Failing to do this will result in your test results not being valid.) Once you have logged in MyMathLab, click the link for “Test 1 (Unit A)”. You will then be prompted for a password. Password: 1timothy15 https://canvas.polk.edu/courses/41209/external_tools/36946 When done with the test in MyMathLab, return to this page and proceed to the next question by clicking the “Next” box below..

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Read “The Story of An Hour” by Kate Chopin, below, and write an essay in which you present your interpretation of the story. Begin by briefly summarizing the plot (what occurs in the story) and then draw connections among parts of the text that help you understand some larger meaning that Chopin is trying to convey. Whatever sense you make of the story needs to be clearly supported by evidence, so you need to use paraphrase, summary, and direct quotations as you develop your interpretation.   Consider these questions as you write:   What, in your best judgment, is this story about? Which specific parts help you determine this?   What images are the most striking and how do these images contribute to the overall message of the story?       The Story of an Hour By Kate Chopin (courtesy of PBS Electronic Library) Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband’s death. It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband’s friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard’s name leading the list of “killed.” He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message. She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister’s arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her. There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul. She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves. There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window. She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams. She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought. There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air. Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will—as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath: “free, free, free!” The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body. She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial. She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome. There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination. And yet she had loved him—sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being! “Free! Body and soul free!” she kept whispering. Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission. “Louise, open the door! I beg, open the door—you will make yourself ill. What are you doing Louise? For heaven’s sake open the door.” “Go away. I am not making myself ill.” No; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window. Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long. She arose at length and opened the door to her sister’s importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory. She clasped her sister’s waist, and together they descended the stairs. Richards stood waiting for them at the bottom. Some one was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his grip-sack and umbrella. He had been far from the scene of accident, and did not even know there had been one. He stood amazed at Josephine’s piercing cry; at Richards’ quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife. But Richards was too late. When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease—of joy that kills.    

Diagnostic Essay Prompt, Core English I, Fall 2024 (if you have read the summer reading):   According to Monica Guzman, author of I Never Thought of It That Way: How to Have Fearlessly Curious Conversations in Dangerously Divided Times, if we consciously attempt to face and deal with the human tendency to disagree – sometimes to an extreme extent – with people outside our circle, we can start to bridge the very real divide that seems to have developed in the United States – and beyond.  The problems of divisiveness are pervasive and have progressed in alarming ways. But, Guzman says, there are ways of facing them, pushing through them, and coming out on the other side as a more kind, thoughtful, and understanding society.   In the excerpt below (which continues on page 2 of this document), Guzman explains some of the very human activities that we engage in, through which we may fall prey to separating ourselves from others and deciding that others must be the enemy.  After considering ideas and examples from Guzman’s book, the excerpt below, as well as your own experiences or those of others you know, reflect on the ways that sorting, othering, siloing, and/or making assumptions have created social problems and discuss one or two specific efforts – from the book and/or from your own experience – that can help to overcome these behaviors.   In a short essay, discuss one or two specific efforts from your own or others’ experiences that can help to overcome divisive behaviors. Your essay should draw specifically from the aforementioned behaviors and from Guzman’s work while prioritizing your own thesis. Use the allotted 45 minutes to your advantage. Doing some planning at the beginning usually leads to better ideas and more organized writing. You might begin by listing, separately, a variety of significant and related moments from your or another’s experiences and some from the book and what points you will make with them. After you have finished a draft, edit it for clarity and grammatical correctness. Please include at least (1) one supporting quotation and (2) one supporting paraphrase from OR supporting summary of a portion of the book. Please cite your sources in the body of your essay and in a brief Works Cited page. There is no preferred length, but most essays end up around 1 to 3 pages.   Diagnostic Essay Prompt for Core English I: If You Did Not Read I Never Thought of It That Way: How to Have Fearlessly Curious Conversations In Dangerously Divided Times   If you have not read the summer reading book, read the following excerpts, from pages 1-2 and 114-115.  Then read and follow the instructions above.   “OK so here’s the issue:  you and I are stumbling around a confounding world because we are too divided to see it clearly. “I blame three things for this, three patterns in how we relate to each other… “The first pattern is about who we like to be around. There’s no mystery to this – we like to be around people who are like us. People who share things in common with us. People who make us smile, keep us comfortable, and aren’t getting us all mad or nervous. “The second pattern is about who we don’t like to be around. These folks are opposed to us in some way. They annoy us, or stand against us, or disagree on something that matters. We push off from them, and the distance feels good, and right. “The third is about the things we say and hear. How we explain our worlds to each other, the signals that reach us and don’t, and how we sink, over time, into a hole where our attitudes are reinforced instead of challenged, particularly about what those other people think. “Split up into steps, the patterns above go like this:             “—We get together into groups. We’ll call this sorting.             “—We push off against groups that seem opposed to us. We’ll call this othering.             “—We sink deeper into our groups and our stories, where it’s harder to hear anything else.  We’ll call this siloing. “Now, I’m no fan of the mess these patterns are making, but I can’t trash them outright. We are humans are social creatures, and sorting, othering, and siloing give us comfort when things are crazy… “But … sorting, othering, and siloing are steering us away from reality. It’s nice to be comfortable in a scary time and certain in an unsure one.  But at what cost?” (pp. 1-2). […There are no easy answers and maybe it’s the questions we don’t ask…] “The problem isn’t the partial answers we’re always collecting from a variety of sources in our busy lives. It’s the questions we stop asking because we think we’ve learned enough….             “…[Once] I attended a workshop about assumptions. It was run by my friend Julie Pham, an innovator in organizational development, who has the distinction in my life of being one of the most curious people I know. … She just can’t stand open gaps….             “In one of the first exercise in her workshop, Julie asked us to close our eyes and visualize a fictional scene she littered with tacit invitations to make assumptions about people. At one point, she had us imagine that we had met someone ‘in the construction industry.’ Being mostly white-collar big-city folks, all of us pictured a construction worker – the kind of person you see in a hard hat near construction zones – except one woman who imagined a construction manager. How did she think past the stereotype? Because she had a friend who worked as a construction manager. It demonstrated a truth about our assumptions: they are only as good as our experiences.             “Later, Julie paired us off in private virtual breakout rooms to talk about the assumptions we were making about each other. I looked at my own little Zoom window while the man I was paired up with confessed his assumptions, newly conscious of the signals I send into the world just based on what I look like. He assumed I was far left mostly because of my short, asymmetrical hair. I’m more moderate left in my politics. He also assumed – to our mutual delight – that I was a cat person. “I hate cats!” I told him.             “When assumptions aren’t so silly, they lead to some awful, destructive biases. So it was significant when, to close the workshop, Julie hammered in a key point: We can’t not make assumptions about people. Assumptions are how we navigate a complicated world where we don’t know and can’t know everything about everyone. All we can do is notice the assumptions we’re making and ask why.             “Fail to notice your assumptions and they might harden into lies. Turn them into questions and they’ll get you closer to the truth” (pp. 114-115).