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Homework by E. Anderson (excerpt)

The social worker here at the prison has given me this homework. She says it’ll help me understand why what I did was wrong. I know what I did was wrong. I don’t see much use in understanding why I did it. I did it and that’s that and here I sit. I mean, sure, I feel bad for having done it, maybe if I knew I was gonna do it I would’ve stopped myself. But that all seems like a lot of trouble to go to thinking about milk that’s already spilled. Anyhow, I’m gonna try because the social worker, her name is Sarah, is real nice and I’m sorta bored anyway so it

Answer 1

so it gives me something to do sometimes.

Sarah says to begin telling about when I was a kid, about how my house was, and who was in it, and what they said, and how they acted. I guess it was like any other house for the most part. I had a mom and a dad and after awhile I had a little brother. We had a nice house. It was two stories and everyone had their own bedroom. There were some kids at school who had to share. We had a pool and mom and dad drove new cars, but we, my brother Leonard, and I were different than the other kids in the neighborhood. We wore different clothes and different shoes. Kids notice that kinda thing.


Eric’s Performance by Bron Smitherson (excerpt)

She had the word waffles and the name Eric scrawled across her hand from the wrist line lilting toward the thumb, the precise place where she could still wash her hands and the writing would stay there. She wasn’t a crazy person. She knew that “waffles” were something to add to her grocery list and that Eric was in trouble and needed to have his mom called. She also knew, despite the determined argumentation of her students, that this writing on her hand would not cause “hand cancer.”

Today Eric’s name was scrawled across her hand because, Eric, rather than completing his centers, decided to shock and awe the crowd, uh, class with a simple feat. He ran headlong from mid room smack into the board. With a resounding thud, he landed on the floor and was stone cold out for around three seconds before popping up from the floor and saying, “I’m okay.” The three people who were paying attention marveled at Eric. Everyone else was blissfully unaware.

The first story is different from the second because the first

is an adventure story and the second is a survival story.

is funny and ironic and the second seems to be a bit sad.

is told by a narrator and the second is not.

seems to be sad while the second is funny.

Answer 2

I think its D