Beginner's Class "Hey, Pasha," called Séamus as he crossed the parking lot. "What are you doing this afternoon? I was thinking about catching a movie, if you're interested."
"Thanks, but I've got big plans today," Pasha replied with a huge smile. "Today is the day."
"Huh? Today is what day?" asked Séamus with a confused look.
"THE day, silly," answered Pasha. "I finally saved enough money to enroll in the beginner's class at the Motorcycle Safety Association. I'm headed there now, as a matter of fact." Séamus stared at his friend in disbelief.
"Wait a minute," he said as he stopped in his tracks. "You actually enrolled in the motorcycle riding class? I never thought you'd do it. I thought it was just another project you act excited about and then drop in two weeks."
"Don't be silly," replied Pasha. "This isn't like the time I wanted to volunteer as a clown for the children's center or start my own dog walking business. I'm serious about learning to ride motorcycles. Once I get my first bike, I'll travel all over the world just like my hero, Lois Pryce."
"Isn't she the woman who rode her motorcycle from Alaska to South America?" Séamus asked as they continued walking toward the dark grey MSA building.
"Yes, that's her," said Pasha. "I got to meet her last year when she gave a speech at the History of the Americas museum. She talked about following your dreams, and that's exactly what I intend to do."
A loud roaring sound filled the air as Pasha and Séamus entered the Motorcycle Safety Association. They stood in the lobby and looked out at an indoor gym filled with people of all ages on motorcycles. Pasha felt a brief rush of insecurity as she watched the riders maneuver their way through an obstacle course of traffic cones and speed bumps.
"This looks intense!" Séamus remarked. "Do you think they'll let me stay and watch?" Pasha was about to answer when a tall woman dressed in a MSA t-shirt tapped her on the shoulder.
"You must be our newest student," the woman said as she handed Pasha a motorcycle helmet. "I'm Dervla, your instructor. I'll take you to your practice bike." Séamus moved to follow Pasha into the gym, but Dervla smiled and shook her head.
"Sorry, registered students only," she told him. "There are brochures by the door, and our next class starts in three weeks." Séamus waved to Pasha and wished her good luck before heading eagerly to the door. Behind him, Pasha, wearing an excited grin, fastened the strap on her motorcycle helmet and prepared to take her first ride.

Drag the tiles to the correct boxes to complete the pairs.
Match each character to their role in developing the story’s plot.

creates tension by questioning ideas
creates a necessary limitation
creates a sense of inspiration and passion

Pasha
Dervla
Séamus