Determine Theme and Summarize Practice Test
•8 QuestionsRead the passage.
On the first day of art club, Sienna sat at the end of the long table and kept her sketchbook closed. Most of the other students were already comparing markers and talking about what they had made last year.
Mr. Cho, the art teacher, placed a stack of cardboard squares in the middle of the table. “Today we’re making nameplates,” he said. “Use anything you want—paint, collage, lettering. The goal is to show something about who you are.”
Sienna’s fingers tightened around her pencil. She had moved to town two weeks ago, and she still felt like a visitor in her own school. She began to write her name in neat block letters, then erased it and wrote it again.
Across from her, a girl with a purple headband cut out tiny paper stars. “I’m Rina,” she said. “Do you like space?”
Sienna shrugged. “I don’t know much about it.”
Rina smiled anyway. “That’s okay. I don’t know much about soccer, but I still watch my brother’s games.”
Sienna watched Rina glue the stars into a swirling pattern. Rina’s name curved around the edge like it was floating.
Sienna looked at her own blank cardboard. She thought about the hiking trails near her old home and how she missed the sound of leaves under her boots. She tore green paper into uneven strips and layered them like a path through trees. She added a small paper bootprint in the corner.
When Mr. Cho walked by, he paused. “That looks like a trail,” he said.
Sienna nodded. “It is.”
Rina leaned over. “That’s really cool,” she said. “Do you want to sit with me next week? We can trade ideas.”
Sienna hesitated, then slid her chair a few inches closer. “Sure,” she said.
Question: What is the theme of the passage?
Read the passage.
On the first day of art club, Sienna sat at the end of the long table and kept her sketchbook closed. Most of the other students were already comparing markers and talking about what they had made last year.
Mr. Cho, the art teacher, placed a stack of cardboard squares in the middle of the table. “Today we’re making nameplates,” he said. “Use anything you want—paint, collage, lettering. The goal is to show something about who you are.”
Sienna’s fingers tightened around her pencil. She had moved to town two weeks ago, and she still felt like a visitor in her own school. She began to write her name in neat block letters, then erased it and wrote it again.
Across from her, a girl with a purple headband cut out tiny paper stars. “I’m Rina,” she said. “Do you like space?”
Sienna shrugged. “I don’t know much about it.”
Rina smiled anyway. “That’s okay. I don’t know much about soccer, but I still watch my brother’s games.”
Sienna watched Rina glue the stars into a swirling pattern. Rina’s name curved around the edge like it was floating.
Sienna looked at her own blank cardboard. She thought about the hiking trails near her old home and how she missed the sound of leaves under her boots. She tore green paper into uneven strips and layered them like a path through trees. She added a small paper bootprint in the corner.
When Mr. Cho walked by, he paused. “That looks like a trail,” he said.
Sienna nodded. “It is.”
Rina leaned over. “That’s really cool,” she said. “Do you want to sit with me next week? We can trade ideas.”
Sienna hesitated, then slid her chair a few inches closer. “Sure,” she said.
Question: What is the theme of the passage?