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JAMES RUSE AGRICULTURAL HIGH SCHOOL 2013 TRIAL HIGHER SCHOOL CERTIFICATE EXAMINATION English (Advanced) Paper 1: Area of Study General Instructions + Reading Time~ 10 minutes ‘+ Working Time—2 hours 4+ Writ using bas or ble pen “+ Write on BOTH sides ofthe epee ‘+ Hand up EACH SECTION in & ‘SEPARATE BDOKLET ‘+ Write your candidate number on each pape ‘+ Attempt ALL QUESTIONS + Write the question number at the top of your page ‘Total marks 45 secTION | Poges?2-10 15 marks + Att Question 1 + Allow about 40 minutes for this section ra 15 marks ‘© Attempt Question 2 ‘© Allow about 40 minstes fr this seston SECTION —_} Pages 12-13 15 marks * Attmpt Qusstion 3 + Allow about 40 minutes for this section + “Prosesibed tax’ refers othe text studied by. your class —_—_________{ 1 }#———_ SECTION 15 marks Attempt Question 1 [Allow about 40 minutes for this section In your answer, you will be assessed on how well you ‘© Demonsiate understanding of the way the concept of belonging. is shaped in and {hrough texts + Describe, explain and analyse the rlationship between language, text and context Question 1 (15 maris) ‘Examine Texts one, two and three careflly and then answer the questions on page 10. ‘Text one ~ Written and Visual Advertisement ‘Torn Apart: Immigrant Family Strugees to Stav ‘As the immigration debete rages, millions of American children sre lft with the real possibilty that their undocumented parents will be detected and deported, For the past year, photojournalist Dai Sugano ofthe San Jose Mercury News and reporter Ken McLaughlin followed a California family on their emotional journey through the U.S. imigration system, Both parents came here as illegal immigrants, but all sx oftheir children are American citizens. Read more and watch the video here: btp:/www.mercurynews.com/torpart Text Two-Poem Because by James Macauley ‘My father and my mother never querrelled, ‘They were united in kind of love ‘As daily asthe Sydney Moming Herald, Rather than like the eagle or the dove, I never saw them casually touch, Or show a moment’ joy inone another. ‘Why should this matter to menow so much? Think it bore more hardly on my mother, ‘Who had more generous felings to express. [My father had dammed up his rsh blood Against ll drinking praying focklessness, And stiffened into stone and creaking wood. iat wonld make awitching ann, thomgh Spontaneous impulse must be kept at bay. ‘That it was mainly weakness I soe now, But then my feslngs curled back in dismay. ‘Small things can pit the memory like a eyst: Hoaving seen other fathers greet their sons, I put my childish face up to bekissed fle an sbsence, The rebu sil stuns ‘My blood. The poor man's curt embarrassment pe Atsuch a delicate prof of affection ‘Cut like «saw, But home the lesson went: ‘Mytendemess thenceforth escaped detection. My mother sang Because, and Annie Laurie, “White Wings, and other songs; her voice was sweet I rever gave enough, and Lam som; ‘But ve were all closed in the same defeat People do what they can; they were good people, ‘They ewed for us and loved us. Once they stood ‘Tallin ay childhood as the schoo, the steeple, How can I judge without ingratitude? Jadgment is simply trying to reject A art of what we are because it hurts ‘Theliving cannot call the dead collect: ‘They won't acoept the charge, and it revert, 1W’s my own judgment day that I draw near, Descending in the past, without a clue, Down to that central deadness: the despair ‘Older than any hope T ever knew. (Question 1 (continued) ‘Text Three— Feature Article ‘The Kith of Life by: Nikki Gemmell ITH. An old, quiet wor, obsolete now. Yet often used in that expression of solace and return, "kth and kin”, What does the word actually mean? (Oxiginaly, your land and your people; that which is deeply known, familiar, in terms of county, Anew book, Kih by Jay Griffiths, looks atthe way our western worlds estranging its children from nature, from the earthy world of their early years, the kith that sings so naturally in their blood ard ther bones, We're evolving away from the natural world, and Griffis despairs of it. "My aldet childhood memories have the flavor ofthe esth," Spanish post Federico Garcia ‘Lorea wrote, Dont we allhave recolletions of childhoods marinated in nature? Mine: ‘tadpoles in jam jar, red-elie black snakes in gutters, my brother's redback spider farm in {ce-

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