This is the text Antibiotics: Fleming, the scientist who discovered penicillin Antibiotics are the best drugs we have to fight deadly bacteria, but the germs are fighting back. Ah-choo! Carmen has been feeling miserable for the last three days, sneezing and coughing. If she doesn't get well soon, she might miss an important test at school. She might even miss the holiday parties. Carmen asked her parents to take her to the doctor. She wanted the doctor to give her antibiotics. Carmen's sister, Silvia, had also been feeling sick, and the doctor gave her antibiotics. Silvia had started feeling better after only a couple of days. But after the doctor checked Carmen, he said something that she found deeply disappointing. "You don't need antibiotics.""But you gave them to Silvia, and she's better now," replied © 2009 Weekly Reader Corporation. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Ajourney with my father adapted from my reminiscences by sir rabindranath tagore probably in order to teach me to be careful, my father placed a little small change in my charge and required me to keep an account of it. he also entrusted me with the duty of winding his valuable gold watch for him. he overlooked the risk of damage in his desire to train me to a sense of responsibility. when we went out together for our morning walk, he would ask me to give alms to any beggars we came across. but i never could render him a proper account at the end of it. one day, my balance was larger than the account warranted. "i really must make you my cashier," observed my father. "money seems to have a way of growing in your hands! " that watch of his i wound up with such indefatigable1 zeal that it had very soon to be sent to the watchmaker's in calcutta. i am reminded of the time when, later in life, i was appointed to manage the estate and had to lay before my father, owing to his failing eyesight, a statement of accounts on the second or third of every month. i had first to read out the totals under each head, and if he had any doubts on any point, he would ask for the details. if i made any attempt to slur over or keep out of sight any item which i feared he would not like, it was sure to come out. so, these first few days of the month were very anxious ones for me. as i have said, my father had the habit of keeping everything clearly before his mind—whether figures of accounts, or ceremonial arrangements, or additions or alterations to property. he had never seen the new assembly hall built at bolpur, and yet, he was familiar with every detail of it from questioning those who came to see him after a visit to bolpur. he had an extraordinary memory, and when once he got hold of a fact, it never escaped him. my father asked me to copy the favourite verses, with their translation, from the book he liked reading every day. at home, i had been a boy of no account. here, when these important functions were entrusted to me, i felt the glory of the situation. 1. tireless 7 how does the narrator support the idea that his father keeps everything clearly before his mind? a. by giving the example of his father's response when his account did not tally with the money that he had in hand b. by mentioning that his father was interested in everything that happened around him c. by giving the example of his father knowing every detail of the new assembly hall at bolpur d. by mentioning that his father had marked his favorite verses from his favorite book

*ill give best answer brainliest*read the excerpt below and answer the question. we did not know, as yet, which was the better side, right or left, which road led to prison and which to the crematoria. still, i was happy, i was near my father. our procession continued slowly to move forward. another inmate came over to us: “satisfied? ” “yes,” someone answered. “poor devils, you are heading for the crematorium.” he seemed to be telling the truth. not far from us, flames, huge flames, were rising from a ditch. something was being burned there. a truck drew close and unloaded its hold: small children. babies! yes, i did see this, with my own eyes . . children thrown into the flames. (is it any wonder that ever since then, sleep tends to elude me? ) so that was where we were going. a little farther on, there was another, larger pit for adults. what is the conflict portrayed in this excerpt from elie wiesel’s night? select all that apply. the external conflict between the nazis and the jews the external conflict between the nazis and the allies the external conflict between wiesel and the inmate the internal conflict between wiesel’s memory of the burning bodies and his desire for peaceful sleep

What can readers conclude about allison check all that apply