H I G H E R S C H O O L C E R T I F I C AT E E X A M I N AT I O N
English (Standard) and English (Advanced)
Paper 1 — Area of Study
Total marks – 45 Section I Pages 3–8
General Instructions • Reading time – 10 minutes • Working time – 2 hours • Write using black or blue pen
15 marks • Attempt Question 1 • Allow about 40 minutes for this section Section II Page 9
15 marks • Attempt Question 2 • Allow about 40 minutes for this section Section III Pages 10–11
15 marks • Attempt Question 3 • Allow about 40 minutes for this section
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15 marks Attempt Question 1 Allow about 40 minutes for this section Answer the question in a writing booklet. Extra writing booklets are available. In your answers you will be assessed on how well you: demonstrate understanding of the way perceptions of belonging are shaped in and through texts describe, explain and analyse the relationship between language, text and context Question 1 (15 marks) Examine Texts one, two, three and four carefully and then answer the questions on page 8.
Text one — Visual text
Question 1 continues on page 4 –3–
Question 1 (continued) Text two — Poem
Question 1 continues on page 5 –4–
Question 1 (continued) Text three — Prose extract – The Chosen by David Ireland She began to love the silence, which clever people tell us is the absence of ritual. Though in those hills it was more. It was tense silence, there was a buzzing of unseen movement. There were small waterfalls flowing with fish, with no water sound, only fish . . . She watched the retreating backs of showers as they climbed the next hill. She listened to see if she could hear the crops growing . . . She was a different person . . . She began to see the soil differently . . . She imagined the thin topsoil digesting her thoughts as they fell from her head. She found herself thinking people were ugly and they’d made the world sad. Once or twice she looked over the high fence of the kindergarten feeling she’d like to have been a teacher of little kids. She was emptying of one life, filling with another. More than anything else she loved to be alone with fields of grass and go up into the belts of trees that crowned all the ridges, to search out secret places. Once she climbed a steep hill and between two trees discovered a green landscape she hadn’t known existed . . . She would lie out in the open like a patient gazing upwards at the blue ceiling, fall asleep, and wake to a sky full of grand canyons and mountain ranges of white cloud . . . She imagined she could lift her hand, hold it over blue peaks, valleys, ranges, touching them gently, feeling their folds, textures, warmths and sudden coolness with her fingers and her palm, which was big as a shire. Once she stayed out all night and saw at dawn a stand of white-barked gums wet with light, and shivered, while around her the silence and stillness rang with invisible bells. Sunsets entranced her. She walked straight towards them, large vague symphonies of colour, eyes open, trying to enter the radiance . . . Gradually her feelings approached the commitment of words . . . a kind of in-breathing, perhaps, the basic taste and sound of the world entering into her and feeling at home, making her feel at home among the hills and sunsets; at home in the landscape which she felt she put on like an overcoat, which fitted. At home among the leaves of trees touching high overhead, speaking quietly to each other and silently with her . . . . . . Indoors, the windows were too full of cloud, too little sky . . . Often she stared up into the sky trying to get past the blue, and it seemed the whole sky suddenly swooped down with big blue arms to pick her up and take her to a place of music in words and pictures. Other times, she tried to read the answer in the writings on the scribbly gums. She wanted to know . . . From The Chosen One by David Ireland....
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