EOG Reading

In school, we do a lot of reading and writing. Both are very important. Reading is important because it helps us to learn. Books are filled with many facts and ideas. We can read about many different people, places, and things. Writing is important because it is a way to share what we know with others. We can write about things we have learned, or we can write stories. Without writing, there would be nothing to read. What does this paragraph compare and contrast?

• books and stories

• reading and writing

• facts and ideas

• learning and sharing

Roberto and the Soccer Game by Bernadine Beatie Roberto stood close to the front of a long line of people waiting to buy tickets. Though he had ridden all night on the small bus that traveled from his village to the city, he was much too excited to be tired. Today Roberto’s dream would come true. At long last he would see a soccer game between the two finest teams in Brazil! It hadn’t been easy. First he’d had to persuade his parents that he was old enough to come alone; then he’d had to earn the money. Roberto grinned and moved a step forward. “Is it always so hard to get tickets?” Roberto asked the tall man next in line. “Not always. We are lucky to be so near the head of the line. Many behind us will be turned away.” The man shrugged. “When Jorge Santos plays, everyone wants to see him.” Roberto smiled. He had cut many pictures of Jorge Santos from newspapers. “Someday,” Roberto said, “I am going to be a soccer player.” The man’s reply was lost in a burst of cheering. The street was suddenly filled with young men and boys, shouting and laughing, running beside a long black car. “Santos! Jorge Santos!” A great shout went up. Roberto’s heart pounded. Jorge Santos sat, tall and proud, on the back seat of the car. He was waving and smiling. Roberto would have dashed forward to join the crowd, but the tall man caught his arm. “Don’t lose your place. Soon the tickets will be gone.” As Roberto stepped back into line, he saw that a shabbily dressed old man, leaning heavily on a cane, was being swept along by the crowd. “Careful!” Roberto called. But no one heard, and Roberto saw the old man stumble and fall. Then the crowd surged forward, hiding him from view. Roberto forgot everything. He left his place in line, squirmed through the crowd, and knelt beside the old man. “Are you hurt, senhor—?” he asked. The old man was red faced and angry. “Help me up! Fetch my cane!” he cried crossly. When Roberto obeyed, instead of thanking him, the old man glared at him. He raised his cane and shook it at the crowd that followed Jorge Santos. “Villains! Scoundrels!” he yelled. “Why don’t you look where you’re going?” He leaned heavily on Roberto’s arm. “There’s a bench at the corner of the stadium,” he said. “Help me to it.” “But, senhor—” Roberto looked over his shoulder. The line waiting for tickets was even longer now. “You knocked me down,” the old man said impatiently. “The least you can do is take me someplace where I can rest a moment and get my breath.” Roberto looked back again. He gave a little cry of dismay as the ticket window slammed shut and a Sold Out sign flashed on. There were a few scattered boos, and the crowd started moving away. “What are you waiting for? Come along,” the old man ordered. Roberto’s heart was in his stomach. He had given up his chance to see the game just to help this cross old man. For a moment he thought of running away, of letting the old man get to the bench the best way he could. Roberto shrugged. That would serve no purpose now that the tickets were gone. And there was such a crowd about them that he was afraid the man might fall again. So he walked slowly, keeping his shoulder high to support the man. The old man kept up a steady grumbling. “Young people! All they think about is games and excitement. Think of the money they will waste today on foolishness.” Roberto noticed again how shabbily he was dressed. He was probably cross because he had no money. He might even be hungry. “Here,” Roberto said, thrusting part of his money into the old man’s hand. “I don’t need it now.” There was a startled look on the man’s face. “I do not need your money,” he said gruffly. The crowd was so thick now that they had to pause. And over the heads of those nearest to him, Roberto suddenly saw the tall man who had stood next to him in line. “I told you,” the man cried, “if you lost your place in line you would not get a ticket!” Then the man was pushed along by the crowd. “Ha!” said the old man. “So that is why you no longer need your money.” He laughed softly. “You gave up your place in line to help me, and you have stayed with me even though I have been cross and unreasonable. Why?” Roberto searched for words. “Never mind,” the old man said. “It is enough that you did it.” He chuckled softly. “Come, follow me. You shall see the game.” “But the tickets are all gone, senhor!” Roberto cried. “Nonsense!” exclaimed the old man, pushing Roberto toward the entrance of the stadium. “Who needs tickets?” The old man must have lost his mind! Roberto tried to pull away, but the man propelled him forward. And when they walked through the entrance to the stadium, Roberto could hardly believe his eyes. The uniformed attendants bowed and smiled, clearing a way for them. The next thing Roberto knew, the old man was steering him through a corridor that led to the rooms where the players were waiting for the game to start. “Senhor Gomez!” rang out from all sides. Roberto swallowed. “Ernesto Gomez?” he asked in a small voice. “None other!” One of the players came over and gave the old man a hug. “And still going around dressed like a pauper.” Roberto gasped. The speaker was Jorge Santos! And Ernesto Gomez, this poor old man, was the owner of Jorge’s team! Senhor Gomez laughed. “This way I can find out what people really think of my team.” He looked down at Roberto. “But today, had it not been for this one, I would have been trampled on the street. He gave up his chance to get a ticket so that he could help me.” “You shall have the best seat in the house.” Jorge grinned down at Roberto. “You shall sit on the bench beside us.” Roberto’s heart was so full he couldn’t speak. He smiled shyly at Jorge and at Senhor Gomez. It was not every day that dreams come true!

• Generous acts are rewarded.

• Accept others’ differences.

• Be unafraid to try new things.

• Do not be upset by past mistakes.

In the sentence below, what does the word shabbily mean? “Roberto noticed again how shabbily he was dressed.”

• Costly

• Fancy

• Poorly

• Trendy

Roberto and the Soccer Game by Bernadine Beatie Roberto stood close to the front of a long line of people waiting to buy tickets. Though he had ridden all night on the small bus that traveled from his village to the city, he was much too excited to be tired. Today Roberto’s dream would come true. At long last he would see a soccer game between the two finest teams in Brazil! It hadn’t been easy. First he’d had to persuade his parents that he was old enough to come alone; then he’d had to earn the money. Roberto grinned and moved a step forward. “Is it always so hard to get tickets?” Roberto asked the tall man next in line. “Not always. We are lucky to be so near the head of the line. Many behind us will be turned away.” The man shrugged. “When Jorge Santos plays, everyone wants to see him.” Roberto smiled. He had cut many pictures of Jorge Santos from newspapers. “Someday,” Roberto said, “I am going to be a soccer player.” The man’s reply was lost in a burst of cheering. The street was suddenly filled with young men and boys, shouting and laughing, running beside a long black car. “Santos! Jorge Santos!” A great shout went up. Roberto’s heart pounded. Jorge Santos sat, tall and proud, on the back seat of the car. He was waving and smiling. Roberto would have dashed forward to join the crowd, but the tall man caught his arm. “Don’t lose your place. Soon the tickets will be gone.” As Roberto stepped back into line, he saw that a shabbily dressed old man, leaning heavily on a cane, was being swept along by the crowd. “Careful!” Roberto called. But no one heard, and Roberto saw the old man stumble and fall. Then the crowd surged forward, hiding him from view. Roberto forgot everything. He left his place in line, squirmed through the crowd, and knelt beside the old man. “Are you hurt, senhor—?” he asked. The old man was red faced and angry. “Help me up! Fetch my cane!” he cried crossly. When Roberto obeyed, instead of thanking him, the old man glared at him. He raised his cane and shook it at the crowd that followed Jorge Santos. “Villains! Scoundrels!” he yelled. “Why don’t you look where you’re going?” He leaned heavily on Roberto’s arm. “There’s a bench at the corner of the stadium,” he said. “Help me to it.” “But, senhor—” Roberto looked over his shoulder. The line waiting for tickets was even longer now. “You knocked me down,” the old man said impatiently. “The least you can do is take me someplace where I can rest a moment and get my breath.” Roberto looked back again. He gave a little cry of dismay as the ticket window slammed shut and a Sold Out sign flashed on. There were a few scattered boos, and the crowd started moving away. “What are you waiting for? Come along,” the old man ordered. Roberto’s heart was in his stomach. He had given up his chance to see the game just to help this cross old man. For a moment he thought of running away, of letting the old man get to the bench the best way he could. Roberto shrugged. That would serve no purpose now that the tickets were gone. And there was such a crowd about them that he was afraid the man might fall again. So he walked slowly, keeping his shoulder high to support the man. The old man kept up a steady grumbling. “Young people! All they think about is games and excitement. Think of the money they will waste today on foolishness.” Roberto noticed again how shabbily he was dressed. He was probably cross because he had no money. He might even be hungry. “Here,” Roberto said, thrusting part of his money into the old man’s hand. “I don’t need it now.” There was a startled look on the man’s face. “I do not need your money,” he said gruffly. The crowd was so thick now that they had to pause. And over the heads of those nearest to him, Roberto suddenly saw the tall man who had stood next to him in line. “I told you,” the man cried, “if you lost your place in line you would not get a ticket!” Then the man was pushed along by the crowd. “Ha!” said the old man. “So that is why you no longer need your money.” He laughed softly. “You gave up your place in line to help me, and you have stayed with me even though I have been cross and unreasonable. Why?” Roberto searched for words. “Never mind,” the old man said. “It is enough that you did it.” He chuckled softly. “Come, follow me. You shall see the game.” “But the tickets are all gone, senhor!” Roberto cried. “Nonsense!” exclaimed the old man, pushing Roberto toward the entrance of the stadium. “Who needs tickets?” The old man must have lost his mind! Roberto tried to pull away, but the man propelled him forward. And when they walked through the entrance to the stadium, Roberto could hardly believe his eyes. The uniformed attendants bowed and smiled, clearing a way for them. The next thing Roberto knew, the old man was steering him through a corridor that led to the rooms where the players were waiting for the game to start. “Senhor Gomez!” rang out from all sides. Roberto swallowed. “Ernesto Gomez?” he asked in a small voice. “None other!” One of the players came over and gave the old man a hug. “And still going around dressed like a pauper.” Roberto gasped. The speaker was Jorge Santos! And Ernesto Gomez, this poor old man, was the owner of Jorge’s team! Senhor Gomez laughed. “This way I can find out what people really think of my team.” He looked down at Roberto. “But today, had it not been for this one, I would have been trampled on the street. He gave up his chance to get a ticket so that he could help me.” “You shall have the best seat in the house.” Jorge grinned down at Roberto. “You shall sit on the bench beside us.” Roberto’s heart was so full he couldn’t speak. He smiled shyly at Jorge and at Senhor Gomez. It was not every day that dreams come true! In paragraph 19, what is the meaning of “Roberto’s heart was in his stomach”?

• He was disappointed about not getting tickets for the soccer game.

• He was concerned that the old man had gotten hurt from the fall.

• He was frustrated that the old man was pushed down by the crowd.

• He was excited to see Jorge Santos in the back of the car waving and smiling.

An author uses a cliffhanger at the end of a chapter. What is the primary purpose of this technique?

• To conclude the story's plot

• To add unnecessary details

• To build suspense and encourage continued reading

• To introduce new characters

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DOK Level 2: Skill/Concept

What does the use of vivid imagery in a descriptive passage most likely accomplish?

• It confuses the reader about the setting.

• It helps the reader visualize the scene more clearly.

• It shifts the focus away from the main story.

• It reduces the emotional impact of the text.

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DOK Level 2: Skill/Concept

To conclude

• To sum up, form an opinion after reading.

• To end.

• To believe or argue that something is true.

• To study, look at closely. 

What is the main idea of a story where a young girl learns to overcome her fear of swimming by practicing every day and eventually wins a swimming competition?

• The importance of practicing a sport.

• Winning a competition is the most important goal.

• Overcoming fears through perseverance.

• Swimming is a challenging sport.

Which of the following sentences uses a simile?

• The wind howled like a wolf in the night.

• The car raced down the street.

• She is a shining star in her class.

• The cake was very delicious.

When an author describes a setting in such detail that the reader feels as if they are there, this is an example of what literary device?

• Metaphor

• Imagery

• Alliteration

• Onomatopoeia