Read the excerpt from Immigrant Kids by Russell Freedman, and then answer the question. The great majority of immigrants landed in New York City, at America’s busiest port. They never forgot their first glimpse of the Statue of Liberty.

Edward Corsi, who later became United States Commissioner of Immigration, was a ten-year-old Italian immigrant when he sailed into New York harbor in 1907:

My first impressions of the New World will always remain etched in my memory, particularly that hazy October morning when I first saw Ellis Island. The steamer Florida, fourteen days out of Naples, filled to capacity with 1600 natives of Italy, had weathered one of the worst storms in our captain’s memory; and glad we were, both children and grown-ups, to leave the open sea and come at last through the Narrows into the Bay . . .

Giuseppe and I held tightly to Stepfather’s hands, while Liberta and Helvetia clung to Mother. Passengers all about us were crowding against the rail. Jabbered conversations, sharp cries, laughs and cheers – a steadily rising din filled the air. Mothers and fathers lifted up babies so that they too could see, off to the left, the Statue of Liberty.
According to the passage, immigrants never forgot seeing the Statue of Liberty for the first time. How does the quotation from Edward Corsi develop this topic?

It provides a firsthand experience from a primary source, who says that “a steadily rising din filled the air.”
It provides a firsthand experience from a primary source, who says that he “held tightly to Stepfather’s hands.”
It provides a firsthand experience from a primary source, who says the day will “always remain etched in my memory.”
It provides a firsthand experience from a primary source, who says the weather was “one of the worst storms in our captain’s memory.”

What is the best way to manage oil transport on waterways? a. prevent oil spills and regulate the amount of oil that can be shipped at one time.b. use a skimmer, containment boom or chemical dispersant to clean up spilled oil.c. burn off oil spills from the water's surface when they occur.

Need asap pl the kite flyer fifteen-year-old kwan sat on a large boulder on the rocky shore and watched her seven-year-old brother, min, race along the beach close to the water’s edge. the handmade kite, streaming high in the air behind him, created a striking image against the vivid blue sky. occasionally, min called out, “kwan, look at me! i’m flying! i’m flying! ” she beamed and waved at him, urging him on in his glee. she recalled the day her parents first brought home the little bundle from the hospital, the first boy in the family, making her the happiest big sister ever. the family had had a new baby to care for and cherish, and she had a precious little brother to shower with love and attention. min brought joy and delight to the whole household, and his presence completed the family. kwan smiled again as she watched him run along, and she felt great contentment at the pleasure he took in flying the kite they had made together. ever since father had taken min to the korean kite festival, he had begged for a kite of his own. the multicolored dragons, birds, and box kites with their colorful tails and plumes appeared to enchant min as he watched them soar and race in the clear blue sky. he stood mesmerized by the panoply of colors. “someday, i will race a kite in the festival! ” min stated with determination. when min made up his mind that a kite would be the perfect summer project for him and kwan, she was surprised. “i don’t want a kite-making kit,” he informed their father. “i want to build it myself—with kwan’s .” kwan initially wondered why min included her in his quest for a kite, but she quickly realized that her clever brother had correctly surmised that their father would more likely approve the request if min’s big sister were there to him. how could kwan refuse? kwan gazed out at her brother and heard his shrieks of delight as he tried to direct their marvelous flying creation. she watched it wheel, spin, and dive—a wild, colorful bird putting on an aerial display. its gold and red crepe-paper wings fluttered in the air, mimicking the flight of a predatory bird surveying the landscape for prey. it swooped and dived, perhaps discovering a possible meal, and then went airborne again to avoid the rocky terrain below. min was the falconer, guiding his bird on its path through the sky, not yet ready to call it back to the ground. but kwan grew concerned when she looked out at the dark, threatening clouds beginning to roll in off the water. when she saw the streaks of lightning within the cloud formation, she pointed to the distant storm and called out to her little brother to bring in the kite. min nodded and rolled in the kite string, bringing his bird home. “let’s go,” kwan told her brother and put her arm around him to fold him safely under her wing as they both held onto the kite. “it’s time to go home.” how does the extended metaphor in paragraph 3 of the passage affect its meaning? a- it shows that min, like a bird of prey, can make the rest of the world bend to his will. b- it conveys the idea that the kite moves with impressive grace and majesty, like a bird of prey. c- it suggests that the kite, like a bird of prey, has great power and demands respect. d-it demonstrates that kwan is delighted with her little brother's excitement at flying the kite.

Annotate the following passage from franklin d roosevelt's inaugural address. be sure and include the following: a title that summarizes the passage notes in the margin or below the paragraph, perhaps including questions to which you'd like answers question marks or asterisks marking important information the underlining of important information any other marks or notes to you understand the passage in such a spirit on my part and on yours we face our common difficulties. they concern, god, only material things. values have shrunken to fantastic levels; taxes have risen; our ability to pay has fallen; government of all kinds is faced by serious curtailment of income; the means of exchange are frozen in the currents of trade; the withered leaves of industrial enterprise lie on every side; farmers find no markets for their produce; the savings of many years in thousands of families are gone.