I think the theme is the cruelty and sometimes the inmorality of racist acts and activism .Growing up in this Apartheid era affected the author in such a way that she used The light of Ghandi´s lamp to express how unfair this world was with black people and continues to be. Being equal, having equal rights or seeking to have them should not be a reason to be put in jail.The girl´s sister is arrested because she is part of an anti- apartheid group and she participated in protests. At first she thinks it is wrong to have the intention to overthrow a government but then understands , with her sister in prison, that the only thing people are fighting for is equal rights.
Answer: The answer is because a personal narrative is usually in 1st perspective and
it’s relating to the author while biography is just a detailed description about someone’s life
Explanation:
Bella's sequence is correct; For once, we can check the scale factor. The large side in the blue shape is 8 units long, while in the red shape it is 12. Hence, the scale factor is 12/8=1.5. Also, we have that the rotation part is correct, since the rotation needs to be 180 degrees to get an upside down version of the shape.
Marco's sequence is almost correct, but due to the reflection part, the 2 shapes should have the same orientation after this procedure. Hence, we get that the pointy parts of the shapes should point to the same direction. This is clearly not the case here, so Marco's procedure is wrong; in fact, his procedure yields almost the same object as the red one, only reflected along the y-axis.
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It's about pride and reaching for the best.
Explanation:
Arachne is a tale of pride and human limits at its heart. Arachne, a gifted Weaver, is a young girl who thrives on the attention of her patrons. Arachne finally boasts that her weaving is stronger than Athena's due to her youth and inexperience, as well as her knowledge of her superior skills.
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The first time I drove my uncles 1962 black Chevrolet corvette with red velvet seats, I felt honored. It was the best feeling to have my hands on the wheel, finally steering. I was driving down an old back road with the wind blowing. It was approximately 78 degrees outside. But none of that mattered at the moment, it was all about what I would do after I pulled back in the driveway.
As I turned on my turning signal. My uncle stood on the porch and greeted me. He told me that he'd been expecting me to wreck or chip the paint. I laughed in amusement at him not having enough faith in me. Life is but a breeze so we need to learn how to live it correctly. I'm glad my first time driving wasn't as chaotic as he assumed it would've been.
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