My clothes have failed me. I remember the green coat that I wore in fifth and sixth grade when you either danced like a champ or pressed yourself against a greasy wall, bitter as a penny toward the ha

1. My clothes have failed me. I remember the green coat that I wore in fifth and sixth grade when you either danced like a champ or pressed yourself against a greasy wall, bitter as a penny toward the happy couples.
2. When I needed a new jacket and my mother asked what kind I wanted, I described something like bikers wear: black leather and silver studs, with enough belts to hold down a small town. We were in the kitchen, steam on the windows from her cooking. She listened so long while stirring dinner that I thought she understood or sure the kind I wanted. The next day when I got home from school, I discovered draped on my bedpost a jacket the color of day-old guacamole. I threw my books on the bed and approached the jacket slowly, as if it were a stranger whose hand I had to shake. I touched the vinyl sleeve, the collar, and peeked at the mustard-colored lining.
3. From the kitchen mother yelled that my jacket was in the closet. I closed the door to her voice and pulled at the rack of clothes in the closet, hoping the jacket on the bedpost wasn't for me but my mean brother. No luck. I gave up.From my bed, I stared at the jacket. I wanted to cry because it was so ugly and so big that I knew I'd have to wear it a long time. I was a small kid, thin as a young tree, and it would be years before I'd have a new one. I stared at the jacket, like an enemy, thinking bad things before I took off my old jacket, whose sleeves climbed halfway to m elbow.whose sleeves climbed halfway to my elbow. whose sleeves climbed halfway to my elbow.

4 I put the big jacket on. I zipped it up and down several times and rolled the cuffs up so they didn't cover my hands. I put my hands in the pockets and flapped the jacket like a bird's wings. I stood in front of the mirror, full face, then profile, and then looked over my shoulder as if someone had called me. I sat on the bed, stood against the bed, and combed my hair to see what I would look like doing something natural. I looked ugly. I threw it on my brother's bed and looked at it for a long time before I slipped it on and went out to the backyard, smiling a "thank you" to my mom as I passed her in the kitchen. With my hands in my pockets I kicked a ball against the fence, and then climbed it to sit looking into the alley. I hurled orange peels at the mouth of an open garbage can, and when the peels were gone I watched the white puffs of my breath thin to nothing.

5. I jumped down, hands in my pockets, and in the backyard, on my knees, I teased my dog, Brownie, by swooping my arms while making bird calls. He jumped at me and missed. He jumped again and again, until a tooth sunk deep, ripping an L-shaped tear on my left sleeve. I pushed Brownie away to study the tear as I would a cut on my arm. There was no blood, only a few loose pieces of fuzz. Damn dog, I thought, and pushed him away hard when he tried to bite again. I got up from my knees and went to my bedroom to sit with my jacket on my lap, with the lights out.

6 That was the first afternoon with my new jacket. The next day I wore it to sixth grade arl got a D on a math quiz. During the morning recess Frankie the playground terrorist, pushed me to the ground and told me to stay there until recess was over. My best friend, Steve Negrete, ate an apple while looking at me, and the girls turned away to whisper on the monkey bars. The teachers were no help: they looked my way and talked about how foolish I looked in my new jacket. I saw their heads bob with laughter, their hands half covering their mouths.

7. Even though it was cold, I took off the jacket during lunch and played kickball in a thin shirt, my arms feeling like braille from goose bumps. But when I returned to class I slipped the jacket on and shivered until I was warm. I sat on my hands, heating them up, while my teeth chattered like a cup of crooked dice. Finally warm, I slid out of the jacket but put it back on a few minutes

later when the fire bell rang. We paraded out into the yard where we, the sixth graders, walked past all the other grades to stand against the back fence.

Everybody saw me. Although they didn't say out loud, "Man, that's ugly," I heard the buzz-buzz of gossip and even laughter that I knew was meant for

me.

§ And so I went, in my guacamole-colored jacket. So embarrassed, so hurt, I couldn't even do my homework. I received C's on quizzes and forgot the state capitals and the rivers of South America, our friendly neighbor. Even the girls who had been friendly blew away like loose flowers to follow the boys in neat jackets.

9 i wore that thing for three years until the sleeves grew short and my forearms stuck out like the necks of turtles. All during that time no love came to me - no little dark girl in a Sunday dress she wore on Monday. At lunchtime I stayed with the ugly boys who leaned against the chain-link fence and looked around with propellers of grass spinning in our mouths. We saw girls walk by alone, saw couples, hand in hand, their heads like bookends pressing air together.

We saw them and spun our propellers so fast our faces were blurs.

101 blame that jacket for those bad years. I blame my mother for her bad taste and her cheap ways. It was a sad time for the heart. With a friend I spent my sixth-grade year in a tree in the alley, waiting for something good to happen to me in that jacket, which had become the ugly brother who tagged along wherever I welt. And it was about that time that I began to grow. My chest puffed up with muscle and, strangely, a few more ribs. Even my hands, those fleshy hammers, showed bravely through the cuffs, the fingers already hardening for the coming fights. But that L-shaped rip on the left sleeve got bigger; bits of stuffing coughed out from its wound after a hard day of play. I finally Scotch-taped it closed, but in rain or cold weather the tape peeled off like a scab and more stuffing fell out until that sleeve shriveled into a palsied. arm. That winter the elbows began to crack and whole chunks of green arm. That winter the elbows began to crack and whole chunks of green arm. That winter the elbows began to crack and whole chunks of green began to fall off. I showed the cracks to my mother, who always seemed to be at the stove with steamed-up glasses, and she said that there were children in Mexico who would love that jacket. I told her that this was America and yelled that Debbie, my sister, didn't have a jacket like mine. I ran outside, ready to cry, and climbed the tree by the alley to think bad thoughts and watch my breath puff white and disappear.

11 But whole pieces still casuallv flew off my jacket when I played hard, read quietly, or took vicious spelling tests at school. When it became so spotted that my brother began to call me "camouflage," I flung it over the fence into the alley. Later, however, I swiped the jacket off the ground and went inside to drape it across my lap and mope

121 was called to dinner: steam silvered my mother's glasses as she said grace; my brother and sister with their heads bowed made ugly faces at their glasses of powdered milk. I gagged too, but eagerly ate big rips of buttered tortilla that held scooped-up beans. Finished, I went outside with. My jacket across my arm. It was a cold sky. The faces of clouds were piled up, hurting. climbed the fence, jumping down with a grunt. I started up the alley and son slipped into my jacket, that green ugly brother who breathed over my shoulder that day and ever since.

After reading the story answer the 10 questions.

1. Reread the final line in the story. What did Gary Soto most likely mean when he calls his jacket "an ugly brother who breathes over my shoulder"?

1. He looked after his coat the same way he would a brother.
2. He preferred to wear his jacket slung over his shoulder
3. He means that even though his coat was unattractive and unwanted, it went with him everywhere.
4. He means that his jacket reminded him of his ugly brother.

2. What word would best characterize how Gary Soto felt about his sixth grade year?

1. Disappointed
2. Angry
3. Relieved
4. Ecstatic

3. Which line from the text best supports your answer to question #2?A. "Even the girls who had been friendly blew away like loose flowers to follow the boys in neat jackets."

B. "My best friend, Steve Negrete, ate an apple while looking at me, and the girls turned away to whisper on the monkey bars.

C. "Even though it was cold, I took off my jacket during lunch and played kickball in a thin shirt, my arms feeling like braille from goosebumps. *

D "And so I went, in my guacamole-colored jacket."

E. "I blame that jacket for those bad ears. I blame my mother for her bad taste and her cheap ways. It was a sad time for the heart."

4. Which theme is best suggested by this piece of evidence?"I remember the green coat that I wore in fifth and sixth grades when you either danced like a champ or pressed yourself up against a greasy wall, bitter as a penny towards the happy couples."

1. Your clothes are a symbol of who you are.
2. The way you dress influences how you feel about yourself.
3. Kids can be cruel to each other.

4. Take pride in your heritage. 

5. What further evidence also shows the theme you chose in #4?

1. "I threw it on my brother's bed and looked at it for a long time before I slipped it on and went out to the backyard, smiling a thank you' to my mom as I passed her in the kitchen."
2. "I pushed Brownie away to study the tear as I would a cut on my arm."
3. 'This was my first day with my new jacket. The next day I wore it to sixth grade and got a D on a math quiz."
4. "I threw my books on the bed and approached the jacket slowly, as if it were a stranger whose hand I had to shake."
5. "At lunchtime I stayed with the ugly boys who leaned against the chainlink fence and looked around with propellers of grass spinning in our mouths."

6. Which of the following are problems that Gary Soto blames on the jacket?

1. Poor grades on quizzes and lack of attention from girls.
2. Being bullied in the school yard and unflattering nicknames.
3. Both A and B.
4. A breakdown in his relationship with his sister.
5. All of the above.

7. How does the setting of the story contribute to Gary's insecurities?

1. Gary is mocked in his home by his sister who doesn't have a jacket like his.
2. Gary spends a lot of the story at school where he feels the other students are talking about and judging his ugly jacket.
3. The green color of his jacket makes him a target for rival gang members in his neighborhood.

D. Gary's story takes place in a time of vear when a jacket is needed to stay warm.

8. What is the intended meaning of "profile" as it is used in paragraph 4?

1. A side view of an object or person.
2. An outline of an object.
3. Exposure to public notice.
4. A summary of a person's characteristics and actions.

9. What is the most likely meaning when Gary Soto writes, "I wore that thing for three years until the sleeves grew short and my forearms stuck out like the necks of turtles."

1. He was so ashamed of his iacket he wanted to crawl back into his "shell."
2. He outgrew his jacket and his arms stuck way out of the sleeves.
3. The green color of his jacket led people to compare him to a turtle.
4. He had the jacket for the same length of a time as a turtle's life span.

10. In paragraph 11 Gary Soto writes, When it became so spotted that my brother began to call me camouflage, | flung it over the fence into the alley. Later, however, I swiped the jacket off the ground and went inside to drape it across my lap and mope." What does this most likely suggest about his relationship with the jacket?

A. He detests the jacket and wants nothing to do with It.

B He has decided that he can do without the jacket.

C. He cannot bear to be without his jacket for long.

D. He does not like his jacket but knows he needs it.