For this assignment, you will re-write this paragraph. The objective is to join sentences that have a relationship. While all sentences in this paragraph are related to the topic, not all sentences need to be joined. Instead, you will want to
keep some simple sentences. Here is the paragraph that needs some revision, and I have highlighted the sentences that
should remain as simple sentences.
My brother Alex has more "interests" than anyone I know. The novelty always wears off very quickly. I know my brother!
Last week, Alex wanted to join the school band. He asked if he could rent a drum set. I burst out laughing. My parents
just looked at each other. I knew what they were thinking. Would they be able to convince Alex to try something a little
quieter? Would he insist on the drums? Well, they convinced Alex to try something else. It wasn't something quieter.
Today he informed us that he's decided to try the tuba. In fact, the school has an extra tuba. Mom and Dad won't have
to rent one. Needless to say, I hope this novelty wears off very, very, very quickly!

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Read the excerpt from the poem "growing up italian" by maria mazziotti gillan and answer the question that follows. when i was a little girl, i thought everyone was italian, and that was good. we visted our aunts and uncles, and they visted us. the italian language smooth and sweet in my mouth. in kindergarten, english words fell on me, thick and sharp as hail. i grew silent, the italian word balanced on the edge of my tongue and the english word, lost during the first moment of every question. source: gillan, maria mazziotti. "growing up italian." poetrymagazine. com. poetry magazine, n. d. web. 30 mar. 2011. what is the tone of this poem? what does the tone reveal about the speaker of the poem and the conflict she faces? based on this excerpt, what can you predict about the theme of the poem?

He leaned his head against the wall; his eyes were shut, his hands clasped in each other, and his body seemed to be sustained in an upright position merely by the cellar-door against which he rested his left shoulder. the lethargy into which he was sunk seemed scarcely interrupted by my feeling his hand and his forehead. his throbbing temples and burning skin indicated a fever . . there was only one circumstance that hindered me from forming an immediate determination in what manner this person should be treated. my family consisted of my wife and a young child. our servant-maid had been seized, three days before, by the reigning malady, and, at her own request, had been conveyed to the hospital. we ourselves enjoyed good health, and were hopeful of escaping with our lives. our measures for this end had been cautiously taken and carefully adhered to. they did not consist in avoiding the receptacles of infection, for my office required me to go daily into the midst of them; nor in filling the house with the exhalations of gunpowder, vinegar, or tar. they consisted in cleanliness, reasonable exercise, and wholesome diet. who is the story’s first-person narrator