Question

maintained the highest grades for eight years. the scholarship jacket had a big gold s on the left - hand side and your name written in gold letters on the pocket. my oldest sister, rosie, had won the jacket a few years back, and i fully expected to also. i was fourteen and in the eighth grade. i had been a straight - a student since the first grade and this last year had looked forward very much to owning that jacket. my father was a farm laborer who couldnt earn enough money to feed eight children, so when i was six i was given to my grandparents to raise. we couldnt participate in sports at school because there were registration fees, uniform costs, and trips out of town; so, even though our family was quite agile and athletic, we would never be a school sports jacket for us. this one, the scholarship jacket, was our only chance. in may, close to graduation, spring fever had struck as usual with a vengeance. no one paid any attention in class; instead we stared out the windows and at each other, wanting to speed up the last few weeks of school. i despaired every time i looked in the mirror. pencil thin, not a curve anywhere. i was called \beanpole\ and \string bean,\ and i knew thats what i looked like. that really wasnt much for a fourteen - year - old to work with, i thought, as i absent - mindedly wandered from my history class to gym. another hour of sweating in basketball and displaying my toothpick legs was coming up. then i remembered my p.e. shorts were still in a bag under my desk where id forgotten them. i had to walk all the way back and get them. coach thompson was a real bear if someone wasnt dressed for p.e. she had said i was a good forward and even tried to talk grandma into letting me join the team once. of course grandma said no. i was almost back at my classroom door when i heard voices raised in anger as if in some sort of argument. i stopped. i didnt mean to eavesdrop. i just hesitated, not knowing what to do. i needed those shorts and i was going to be late, but i didnt want to interrupt an argument between my teachers. i recognized the voices: mr. schmidt, my history teacher, and mr. boone, my math teacher. they seemed to be arguing about me. i couldnt believe it. i still remember the feeling of shock that rooted me flat against the wall as if i were trying to blend in with the graffiti written there. 1. if she had to do it, i dont care who her father is, her grades dont even begin to compare to 2. how does the narrators conversation with her grandpa affect the story? (paragraphs 16 - 19) a. it reveals why the board is changing the rules. b. it causes marta to not want the jacket anymore. c. it makes marta realize the true value of the jacket. d. it reminds marta of all the things she has not been able to have.

Explanation:

In the given text, the conversation with Grandpa likely leads Marta to understand the deeper significance of the scholarship jacket, beyond just its material or status - related value.

Answer:

C. It makes Marta realize the true value of the jacket.