Do NOT Affix Student ID Label Here A Student Name School Name District Name/LEA Grade 11 B Last Name First Name MI English Language Arts/Literacy Performance­Based Assessment Practice Test 11111111111111111111111 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD School Use Only EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF F State Student Identifier GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII 1111111111 JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ AAAAAAAAAA KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK BBBBBBBBBB LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL CCCCCCCCCC MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM DDDDDDDDDD NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN EEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FFFFFFFFFF PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP GGGGGGGGGG QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ HHHHHHHHHH RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR IIIIIIIIII SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS JJJJJJJJJJ {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ KKKKKKKKKK UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU LLLLLLLLLL VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV MMMMMMMMMM WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW NNNNNNNNNN XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX OOOOOOOOOO YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY PPPPPPPPPP ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ QQQQQQQQQQ RRRRRRRRRR C D Gender SSSSSSSSSS 1 1 {{{{{{{{{{ Female Male e UUUUUUUUUU r E Date of Birth VVVVVVVVVV e Day Month Year WWWWWWWWWW H XXXXXXXXXX l YYYYYYYYYY e e 001 000 ZZZZZZZZZZ b Jan h !!1 ! !! 0000000000 Feb a t 221 2 22 !!!!!!!!!! L Mar e 331 33 2222222222 Apr c D 41 44 3333333333 May a I 51Jun 55 4444444444 Pl t 61Jul 66 5555555555 n 71 77 6666666666 Aug e 81 88 7777777777 Sep d 91 999 8888888888 Oct u 1 9999999999 Nov t S 1Dec 2 English Language Arts/Literacy Directions: Today, you will be taking the Grade 11 English Language Arts/Literacy Performance-Based Assessment Practice Test. Read each passage and all questions carefully. Some questions will ask you to choose one correct answer, while others will ask you to choose more than one correct answer. You may look back at the passage or passages as often as necessary. Mark your answers by filling in the circles in your test booklet. Do not make any stray marks in the test booklet. If you need to change an answer, be sure to erase your first answer completely. To answer a question that asks you to pick one answer, fill in the circle as follows: A»CDEFG To answer a question that asks you to pick more than one answer, fill in the circles as follows: A»C»»FG Some questions will ask you to provide a written response to the passages you have read. You may plan your response using scratch paper. Be sure to write your response in the box provided in your test booklet. Crossed-out work, writing that falls outside of the box, or work on scratch paper will not be scored. If you do not know the answer to a question, you may skip it and go on. If you finish the test early, you may review your answers and any questions you may have skipped. 3 English Language Arts/Literacy Today you will read and analyze passages from two novels. As you read these texts, you will gather information and answer questions about each text individually and about the relationship between the texts, so you can write an analytical essay. Read the passage from the 1928 novel Quicksand by African-American author Nella Larsen. Then answer questions 1 and 2. from Quicksand by Nella Larsen 1 Helga Crane felt no regret as the cliff-like towers faded. The sight thrilled her as beauty, grandeur, of any kind always did, but that was all. 2 The liner drew out from churning slate-colored waters of the river into the waves. The small seething ripples on the surface became little waves. It was evening. In the western sky was a pink and mauve light, which faded gradually into a soft gray-blue obscurity. Leaning against the railing, Helga stared into the approaching night, glad to be at last alone, free of that great superfluity of human beings, yellow, brown, and black, which, as the torrid summer burnt to its close, had so oppressed her. No, she hadn’t belonged there. Of her attempt to emerge from that inherent aloneness which was part of her very being, only dullness had come, dullness and a great aversion. 3 Almost at once it was time for dinner. Somewhere a bell sounded. She turned and with buoyant steps went down. Already she had begun to feel happier. Just for a moment, outside the dining-salon, she hesitated, assailed with a tiny uneasiness which passed as quickly as it had come. She entered softly, unobtrusively. And, after all, she had had her little fear for nothing. The purser1, a man grown old in the service of the Scandinavian-American Line, remembered her as the little dark girl who had crossed with her mother years ago, and so she must sit at his table. Helga liked that. It put her at ease and made her feel important. 4 Everyone was kind in the delightful days which followed, and her first shyness under the politely curious glances of turquoise eyes of her fellow travelers soon slid from her. The old forgotten Danish of her childhood began to come, awkwardly at first, from her lips, under their agreeable tutelage. Evidently they 1 purser—ship steward 4 English Language Arts/Literacy were interested, curious, and perhaps a little amused about this Negro girl on her way to Denmark alone. 5 Helga was a good sailor, and mostly the weather was lovely with the serene calm of the lingering September summer, under whose sky the sea was smooth, like a length of watered silk, unruffled by the stir of any wind. But even the two rough days found her on deck, reveling like a released bird in her returned feeling of happiness and freedom, that blessed sense of belonging to herself alone and not to a race. Again, she had put the past behind her with an ease which astonished even herself. Only the figure of Dr. Anderson obtruded2 itself with surprising vividness to irk her because she could get no meaning from that keen sensation of covetous exasperation that had so surprisingly risen within her on the night of the cabaret3 party. This question Helga Crane recognized as not entirely new; it was but a revival of the puzzlement experienced when she had fled so abruptly from Naxos more than a year before. With the recollection of that previous flight and subsequent half- questioning a dim disturbing notion came to her. She wasn’t, she couldn’t be, in love with the man. It was a thought too humiliating, and so quickly dismissed. Nonsense! Sheer nonsense! When one is in love, one strives to please. Never, she decided, had she made an effort to be pleasing to Dr. Anderson. On the contrary, she had always tried, deliberately, to irritate him. She was, she told herself, a sentimental fool. 6 Nevertheless, the thought of love stayed with her, not prominent, definite; but shadowy, incoherent. And in a remote corner of her consciousness lurked the memory of Dr. Anderson’s serious smile and gravely musical voice. 7 On the last morning Helga rose at dawn, a dawn outside old Copenhagen. She lay lazily in her long chair watching the feeble sun creeping over the ship’s great green funnels with sickly light; watching the purply gray sky change to opal, to gold, to pale blue. A few other passengers, also early risen, excited by the prospect of renewing old attachments, of glad home-comings after long years, paced nervously back and forth. Now, at the last moment, they were impatient, but apprehensive fear, too, had its place in their rushing emotions. Impatient Helga Crane was not. But she was apprehensive. Gradually, as the ship drew into the lazier waters of the dock, she became prey to sinister fears and memories. A deep pang of misgiving nauseated her at the thought of her aunt’s husband, acquired since Helga’s childhood visit. Painfully, vividly, she remembered the frightened anger of Uncle Peter’s new wife, and looking back 2 obtruded—forced 3 cabaret—night-club 5 English Language Arts/Literacy at her precipitate4 departure from America, she was amazed at her own stupidity. She had not even considered the remote possibility that her aunt’s husband might be like Mrs. Nilssen. For the first time in nine days she wished herself back in New York, in America. 8 The little gulf of water between the ship and the wharf lessened. The engines had long ago ceased their whirring, and now the buzz of conversation, too, died down. There was a sort of silence. Soon the welcoming crowd on the wharf stood under the shadow of the great sea-monster, their faces turned up to the anxious ones of the passengers who hung over the railing. Hats were taken off, handkerchiefs were shaken out and frantically waved. Chatter. Deafening shouts. A little quiet weeping. Sailors and laborers were yelling and rushing about. Cables were thrown. The gangplank was laid. 9 Silent, unmoving, Helga Crane stood looking intently down into the gesticulating5 crowd. Was anyone waving to her? She couldn’t tell. She didn’t in the least remember her aunt, save as a hazy pretty lady. She smiled a little at the thought that her aunt, or anyone waiting there in the crowd below, would have no difficulty in singling her out. But—had she been met? When she descended the gangplank she was still uncertain and was trying to decide on a plan of procedure in the event that she had not. A telegram before she went through the customs? Telephone? A taxi? 10 But, again, she had all her fears and questionings for nothing. A smart woman in olive-green came toward her at once. And, even in the fervent gladness of her relief, Helga took in the carelessly trailing purple scarf and correct black hat that completed the perfection of her aunt’s costume, and had time to feel herself a little shabbily dressed. For it was her aunt; Helga saw that at once, the resemblance to her own mother was unmistakable. There was the same long nose, the same beaming blue eyes, the same straying pale-brown hair so like sparkling beer. And the tall man with the fierce mustache who followed carrying hat and stick must be Herr6 Dahl, Aunt Katrina’s husband. How gracious he was in his welcome, and how anxious to air his faulty English, now that her aunt had finished kissing her and exclaimed in Danish: “Little Helga! Little Helga! Goodness! But how you have grown!” 4 precipitate—hasty 5 gesticulating—waving 6 Herr—Mister Quicksand by African-American author Nella Larsen, 1928. Public Domain. 6 English Language Arts/Literacy 1. Part A In paragraph 2, what does the phrase inherent aloneness suggest about Helga? A She dislikes the company of others. B She is uncomfortable interacting with others. C She feels that other people are judging her. D She is uncomfortable being alone. Part B Which quotation from the text best shows the narrator moving beyond her inherent aloneness? A “No, she hadn’t belonged there.” (paragraph 2) B “She turned and with buoyant steps went down.” (paragraph 3) C “Everyone was kind in the delightful days which followed, and her first shyness under the politely curious glances of turquoise eyes of her fellow travelers soon slid from her.” (paragraph 4) D “The old forgotten Danish of her childhood began to come, awkwardly at first, from her lips, under their agreeable tutelage.” (paragraph 4) 7 English Language Arts/Literacy 2. Part A How is the discussion of Dr. Anderson in paragraphs 5 and 6 important to the passage as a whole? A It emphasizes the extent to which Helga was dissatisfied with life in America. B It provides insight into Helga’s conflict about her feelings. C It highlights the reasons Helga is eager to begin a new life in Denmark. D It suggests the level of deception others have used when dealing with Helga. Part B What suggestion in paragraphs 5 and 6 provides context for understanding the answer to Part A? A the suggestion that Dr. Anderson is not of the same race as Helga B the suggestion that Dr. Anderson was more irritated by Helga’s behavior than Helga recognized C the suggestion that Helga fled from Naxos to get away from Dr. Anderson D the suggestion that Helga does in fact have a strong attraction to Dr. Anderson 8 English Language Arts/Literacy Read the passage from The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man, written by American author James Weldon Johnson in 1912. Then answer questions 3 and 4. from The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man by James Weldon Johnson 1 I did not feel at ease until the ship was well out of New York harbor; and, notwithstanding1 the repeated reassurances of my millionaire friend and my own knowledge of the facts in the case, I somehow could not rid myself of the sentiment that I was, in a great degree, responsible for the widow’s tragic end. We had brought most of the morning papers aboard with us, but my great fear of seeing my name in connection with the killing would not permit me to read the accounts, although, in one of the papers, I did look at the picture of the victim, which did not in the least resemble her. This morbid state of mind, together with seasickness, kept me miserable for three or four days. At the end of that time my spirits began to revive, and I took an interest in the ship, my fellow passengers, and the voyage in general. On the second or third day out we passed several spouting whales; but I could not arouse myself to make the effort to go to the other side of the ship to see them. A little later we ran in close proximity to a large iceberg. I was curious enough to get up and look at it, and I was fully repaid for my pains. The sun was shining full upon it, and it glistened like a mammoth diamond, cut with a million facets. As we passed it constantly changed its shape; at each different angle of vision it assumed new and astonishing forms of beauty. I watched it through a pair of glasses, seeking to verify my early conception of an iceberg—in the geographies of my grammar-school days the pictures of icebergs always included a stranded polar bear, standing desolately upon one of the snowy crags. I looked for the bear, but if he was there he refused to put himself on exhibition. 2 It was not, however, until the morning that we entered the harbor of Havre that I was able to shake off my gloom. Then the strange sights, the chatter in an unfamiliar tongue and the excitement of landing and passing the customs officials caused me to forget completely the events of a few days before. Indeed, I grew so lighthearted that when I caught my first sight of the train which was to take us to Paris, I enjoyed a hearty laugh. The toy-looking engine, the stuffy little compartment cars with tiny, old-fashioned wheels, 1 notwithstanding—despite 9 English Language Arts/Literacy struck me as being extremely funny. But before we reached Paris my respect for our train rose considerably. I found that the “tiny” engine made remarkably fast time, and that the old-fashioned wheels ran very smoothly. I even began to appreciate the “stuffy” cars for their privacy. As I watched the passing scenery from the car window it seemed too beautiful to be real. The bright- colored houses against the green background impressed me as the work of some idealistic painter. Before we arrived in Paris there was awakened in my heart a love for France which continued to grow stronger, a love which today makes that country for me the one above all others to be desired. 3 We rolled into the station Saint Lazare about four o’clock in the afternoon, and drove immediately to the Hotel Continental. My benefactor, humoring my curiosity and enthusiasm, which seemed to please him very much, suggested that we take a short walk before dinner. We stepped out of the hotel and turned to the right into the Rue de Rivoli. When the vista of the Place de la Concorde and the Champs Elysées suddenly burst on me I could hardly credit my own eyes. I shall attempt no such supererogatory2 task as a description of Paris. I wish only to give briefly the impressions which that wonderful city made upon me. It impressed me as the perfect and perfectly beautiful city; and even after I had been there for some time, and seen not only its avenues and palaces, but its most squalid alleys and hovels, this impression was not weakened. Paris became for me a charmed spot, and whenever I have returned there I have fallen under the spell, a spell which compels admiration for all of its manners and customs and justification of even its follies and sins. 2 supererogatory—unnecessary The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man by James Weldon Johnson, 1912. Public Domain. 10