When Jack is with Maria, he usually............

talks a lot and asks her questions

doesn't say much and looks at his feet

Maria's Summer 1 | Quizalize

Dia for María Ratona was a cat named Mouse. She was small and gray, and had a tiny squeaky meow. She liked to sit in a hole in the shed wall. Ratona lived for a long time. Eight months ago, she died. I'm not sad anymore, but I think about her often. One day, Mamá was setting up Tía Teresa's ofrenda, a special altar, for Day of the Dead. Teresa passed away when I was a baby. "Mamá, can we celebrate pets?" I asked. "This is mostly for family, though I suppose Ratona was part of ours," Mamá said. "We can celebrate her the day before," I suggested. Later, Mamá and I went to the market in Puebla. We got paper banners, sugar skulls, and marigolds. On October 31, my friends came over. Adriana brought her dog, Sal. or Salt. She had a photo of Sal's sister, Pimienta, or Pepper, who died last summer. Gloria had a picture of Raúl the rooster, a pet she had lost. We set up the banners, marigolds. and photos where Ratona used to sit. "Once, Pimienta stole a pound of cheese from our cooler. She got into the trash and ate it later! I have cheese for Pimienta," Adriana said. "My mother makes pumpkin seeds for my great-grandfather's ofrenda. Raúl jumped up and ate them! My mother was so mad. I brought some for Raúl," Gloria said. "If someone had ice cream, Ratona went Squeak! Squeak! until you let her lick the bowl. I have ice cream for Ratona," I said. I gave Adriana and Gloria sugar skulls before they left. I thought about funny little Ratona. On the last day of celebrations, my family walked to the graveyard. Everyone from the area came. There were fireworks and even a band. Tía Teresa's gravestone was piled with flowers, sweet bread, and candles. Mamá smiled to herself. "One day, María, your Tía Teresa heard a tiny squeak coming from the grass. It was a little gray kitten. Teresa named her Ratona," Mamá said. She continued, "When Teresa died, I took Ratona. You loved her right away. You reminded me of Teresa." Everyone was laughing and dancing. I was too young to remember Tía Teresa, but we had both loved Ratona. That made me happy. Mamá took my hand. "I think it's time to dance!" she said.

Welcome, Carlos! One late summer day, Carlos sat at the kitchen table. He wanted to begin his poster. He had found paper, glue, and colored markers. He had a box of family photoS. But what should I put on it? he thought. Soon, Carlos would start school in a new town, in a new country. He had just met his new school principal. "You can bring this poster on the first day of school, Carlos," his principal had said. "This will help the kids get to know you." Carlos picked photos of his family. He added one of their old home in Monterrey, Mexico. He wrote about the books, sports, and foods he liked. He carried his poster across the hall of his apartment building. He knocked on the door, and a smiling girl opened it. "Hola, Carlos!" said Maria. "Hola, Maria," said Carlos. "Do you want to see my poster? It's for the first day of school." "Oh, yes!" said Maria. Carlos spread out the poster. "This is a photo of my parents," Carlos explained. "This is our house. These are the mountains in Monterrey." "My padre works for a big solar energy company from Monterrey. They moved us to the United States to open a new factory here." "Monterrey looks beautiful, Carlos," said Maria. "It was sunny and a great place to do things outdoors," Carlos said. "Was it hard to leave your relatives?" Maria asked. "Yes, but we'll go back during the holidays to visit them," said Carlos. Maria looked at another photo. "That's my older brother, Mateo. This is my little sister, Selena," Carlos said. "My abuela will come to live with us soon, too." Maria read that Carlos liked to play baseball. "You could join our baseball team!" said Maria. "That would be fun," said Carlos. He showed Maria his best batting swing. "That's a good hit, for sure!" laughed Maria. Then Maria brought out crayons and markers. Together they colored the rest of the poster. "There's something I want to add," said Carlos. Carlos drew a picture of a smiling girl. She had long, soft hair. "Is that your friend in Monterrey?" asked Maria. "No, it's my first friend in America!" said Carlos.

Maria's Quiz Social Science

Maria's Family Celebration It is Mexican Independence Day! Maria and Luis are getting ready for a big party. "We can decorate the house," says Maria. "Let's paint a picture of our family." "Mama was born first. She is the oldest," says Maria. "Papa was born second," Maria says. "He is one year younger." "Next is Emily," says Maria. "She is Mama and Papa's first child." "After Emily, you were born," says Luis. "That's right!" says Maria. "I am Mama and Papa's second child." "What about me?" asks Luis. "You were the last to be born," says Maria. "You are the youngest." "There!" says Maria. "Our family picture is done!" "Green, white, and red are the colors of the Mexican flag," says Maria. Maria and Luis blow up five green balloons. They blow up five white balloons and five red balloons, too. "I'm out of breath!" says Luis. "Let's see," says Maria. "We painted a picture first. We blew up balloons second. The third thing we can do is fill the piñata." Maria gets the striped fish piñata from the shelf. Maria and Luis stuff the piñata with candy. When Luis thinks Maria isn't looking, he pops a piece of candy into his mouth. Maria gives him a hug. "You are silly," she says. Papa hangs the piñata. "We need a blindfold," says Maria. "We need a stick to break the piñata, toо." Abuela finds a red-checked scarf for Maria and a long stick for Luis. "The piñata is ready!" says Maria. "The fourth thing to do is practice dancing, Luis!" Maria and Luis dress in their party clothes. Then, they dance and spin. Soon, the house fills up with food, family, and music. There are six cousins, two aunts, three uncles, and three grandparents. There is Papa, Mama, Emily, Maria, and Luis, too. "There is one last thing we can do," Maria says. "And it's the most fun!" "What is it?" asks Luis. "CELEBRATE!" says Maria.

Maria's journey toward equality

It's Cinco de Mayo, Carlos! Carlos and Maria walked past the city park after the baseball game. "It's almost Cinco de Mayo," Carlos said. "The festival is only a month away." "Miss Lopez is teaching us a special dance for the festival," said Maria. "We need one more boy." "Will you dance with us?" asked Maria. "Are you dancing in front of people?" asked Carlos. "Miss Lopez will help you," said Maria, smiling. That evening, Carlos asked Abuela about Cinco de Mayo. "There was a big battle on May 5th, in 1862," said Abuela. "A big army came to attack the small town of Puebla." "Only a small group of young soldiers lived in Puebla. They were scared, but they didn't give up," said Abuela. "The big army didn't think the young soldiers would fight," said Abuela. "But the young soldiers won!" she said. "So, that's what we celebrate on Cinco de Mayo!" said Carlos. Carlos couldn't sleep that night. He thought about the soldiers. He thought about learning the dance. "I can be brave, too," he said. Miss Lopez showed Carlos the steps. He stepped on Maria's foot. He tripped and slipped. "Don't worry," said Maria. "You'll get better." Carlos felt he would never learn. But he didn't give up. His father gave him a surprise on the morning of the festival. "Real cowboy boots!" Carlos said. There were so many things to see. Carlos and Maria stopped to watch a puppet show. The crowd was clapping. "I hope they clap for us," said Carlos. They saw rows of shining cars. "Let's look at the hot rods!" he said. "Hurry, Carlos!" said Maria. "We just have time to put on our costumes." It was time for their dance. Carlos looked at the big crowd. His heart pounded. "You can do it," whispered Maria. Then the music started. People began to clap in time to the music. Carlos stomped his feet in his new cowboy boots. Suddenly, the music stopped. It was over. He hadn't tripped once. The crowd cheered and clapped. Abuela's cheer was the loudest!

Maria Celebrates Brazil Maria and her family are in their bright, hot kitchen. "Please, Mãe, por favor!" Maria begs. Mãe speaks Portuguese. This is the language of Brazil. "No matter how much you beg or plead, you must go to practice. The parade is next week." "It's not fair," says Maria in English. Mãe does not know a lot of English. Maria is surprised when she asks, "What is not fair about going to practice? You must do the right thing." "Ana invited me to her house," Maria answers. "I want to go!" Pai says, "Maria, the parade is important. People from around the world come to see it. They try our food, see how we dress, and how we live. It is a chance for us to share our culture." "I know but I really want to see Ana," says Maria. Pai says, "Maria, you can see Ana another time. They are giving out costumes at practice today." Maria thinks about her father's words. Pai is right. She and the other children have worked hard for a year. They practiced their dance steps over and over. They even made their own bright colorful costumes. "You're right," Maria says to her father. "I'll go to practice. I'll tell Ana I cannot visit her." One week passes. Lots of people line the streets. The children in Maria's group are wearing their sparkling costumes. They know each dance step. They dance to the beat. The crowd moves aside as they make their way down the street. When the crowd moves away, Maria sees a woman with a camera. She is hurrying. The woman scurries by Maria. She puts her camera to her eye. Maria smiles from ear to ear. She is excited to be in the parade. Click! The woman takes a picture of Maria. Maria is proud of her hard work!

Buenos Aires is the capital of Argentina in South America. It’s a big and busy city with a population of almost 3 million people. And this is the world-famous Buenos Aires obelisk in the centre of the city. Just a few kilometres away from the obelisk is the home of the Menna family. Maria is fourteen years old and she’s in secondary school. She’s in the living room with her sister Sofia because they both really like computer games. They like board games too! Sofia is only nine and she’s at primary school but she’s really good at games! Sofia and Maria’s Mum is called Elena and their Dad is Alvaro. This is their house. There’s a dining room and kitchen and two bedrooms upstairs. This is Maria and Sofia’s bedroom! The family all live together in the centre of Buenos Aires. But their mum, Elena, isn’t from the city. Her parents - Sofia and Maria’s grandfather and grandmother - have got a house an hour away. It’s in a small city called Mercedes, about 100km west of Buenos Aires. It’s a big house with a dining room and a sitting room. It’s in the countryside and it’s got a beautiful garden. It’s nice and quiet here and it’s a great place to sit, eat and spend time as a family!

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