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Belle аnd Jоck hаd а stоrmy relatiоnship, and they had a fight and decided to stop seeing each other. After a few hours passed, Jock decided he wanted to reconcile with Belle. So that night, he went to Belle's house and knocked on the front door. There was no answer. He went around to the back yard and looked in the bedroom window. He saw Belle on the bed with another man and both were naked. Jock ran back around to the front door and kicked it in. Then he ran back to his car that was parked by the curb near the front door, and he retrieved a loaded handgun from the glove compartment. Then he ran straight up the front walk and into the house. He kept running, and when he got to the bedroom door, he kicked it down, ran into the bedroom, and confronted Belle and the unknown man. Belle screamed at Jock and Jock yelled at the man to "get out of this house!" The man raced out of the bedroom with Jock in pursuit; Jock kept holding out the gun and pointing it at the man, as he chased the man through the house. The man ran through the front door space, jumped over the broken door, and started running down the street. Jock followed right behind the man and kept chasing him for three blocks. Suddenly, the man jumped into an empty car that was parked at the side of the road. Jock screamed, "No you don't!" and pointed the gun at the windshield. Then Jock fired through the windshield. The bullet hit the man, Vic, in the head and he died instantly. Jock was arrested soon afterwards because Belle called the police. Assume that the prosecutor charges Jock with first degree murder and that the mens rea for this crime is defined as an intentional killing with deliberation and premeditation. The trial judge instructs the jury that the other verdict option is second-degree murder, which is an intentional killing with no deliberation and premeditation. Jock is convicted of first-degree murder. On appeal, his defense counsel Amy argues that the conviction should be reversed, and that the verdict should be reduced to second- degree murder. What are the strongest arguments that the prosecutor can make to demonstrate the sufficiency of the evidence to support the elements of first degree murder? Jock retrieved the gun from his car. That act supplies evidence of planning. Jock waited until he had a clear shot at Vic, instead of shooting him during the chase, which provides evidence of a strategic choice by Jock. Jock's conduct in shooting an unarmed victim by hunting him down is heinous and supplies evidence of wantonness. The provocation that Jock received by the sight of Belle and Vic through the window supplies evidence of motive.

Pаssаge #2 The Pоwer оf Phоtogrаphy A               In 2014, approximately 1.8 billion photographs were uploaded to the Internet each day. Today, everyone is a subject, and knows it—soon we will be adding "the unguarded moment" to the endangered species list. Yet certain photographs have the power to do more than just document lives—they change lives. They can transport us to unseen worlds. They can profoundly alter the way we see things. And while most of us are taking pictures of our breakfast, there are those fortunate few who take photographs for a living: professional photographers. B              People often romanticize the life of a National Geographic photographer. Yes, they travel the world. They are witnesses to all earthly beauty. But that doesn’t mean it’s easy. They must overcome daily obstacles (flight delays, inhospitable1 weather), and are often interrupted by disaster (broken bones, imprisonment). Away from home for many months at a time—missing birthdays, holidays, school plays—they can find themselves in dangerous situations. Or sitting in a tree for a week. Or eating bugs for dinner. C              Still, these photographers wouldn’t have it any other way. Their work reflects different passions: human conflict and disappearing cultures, big cats and tiny insects, the desert and the sea. Yet they share similar qualities as well. They each have a hunger for the unknown, the courage to be ignorant, and the wisdom to recognize that, as one says, “the photograph is never taken—it is always given.” D              Photographers often sit for days, even weeks, with their subjects, listening to them, learning what it is they have to teach the world, before at last lifting the camera to the eye. They have spent years in the worlds of Sami reindeer herders, Japanese geisha, and New Guinea birds of paradise. Their tremendous commitment can be seen in their photographs. What’s not visible is their sense of responsibility toward those who dared to trust the stranger by opening the door to their quiet world. These photographers view photography as teamwork, a collaborative venture between two souls on either side of the lens. E               In a world seemingly numbed by a daily avalanche2 of images, can photographs such as this still tell us something important about ourselves and about the imperiled beauty of the world we live in? Photographers use their cameras as tools of exploration, and as instruments for change. Their images are proof that photography matters—now more than ever. 1 If something is inhospitable, it means the environment is harsh and difficult to live in. 2 An avalanche is a large and overwhelming quantity of something that comes suddenly. Source: Adapted from “Photography at 125,” by Robert Draper: NGM October 2013   Which of the following is a difficulty that is NOT mentioned in the reading?

My Jоurney in Phоtоgrаphs A               I got my first reаl job аt age 12, as a waitress. I am convinced that I learned more as a waitress than I ever did in a classroom. It certainly was more interesting. And when I went on to college, it paid for tuition and housing and, eventually, a camera. It allowed me to rent an apartment and feed myself (chicken pot pies, four for a dollar!). But best of all, being a waitress taught me to quickly assess and understand all kinds of people. I learned how to make small talk and how to quickly put people at ease— great training for a journalist. Waiting tables also taught me teamwork and service and humor. For the first eight years, I loved it. For the final two years, I just wanted to be a photographer. B              From the moment I picked up a camera, I was hooked. I lost interest in other studies, and all I wanted to do was take pictures for the university newspaper, the Minnesota Daily. The paper at that time was one of the largest in the state and was produced by young journalists who went on to work at every major magazine in the country. In six months, I was able to get a lot of great experience. The week I finished college, I was contacted by the Worthington Daily Globe, a regional daily newspaper in southern Minnesota with a history of excellence in photography. It was wonderfully printed with fantastic photographs. By some miracle I was hired, and the two-year experience that followed was like a master class in photojournalism. C              Jim Vance was the top-notch publisher of the Globe. He had very high expectations of all the staff. With little or no instruction from him, writers and photographers were expected to fill the paper with stories that were important to our readers. I didn’t know it at the time, but this independent reporting was perfect training for my future career at National Geographic. D              Among the most important things I learned at the Globe was that if you can make friends with a shy Norwegian farmer and be invited to his kitchen table, you can probably do well in any culture on Earth. I worked with a wonderful writer named Paul Gruchow. Together we would search the farming communities for stories. Paul had grown up on a farm himself and lived through personal tragedy, so he was able to project warmth and understanding to anyone he met. Farmers would invite us into their homes and willingly share their personal thoughts with us. From Paul I learned how to be a patient listener as well as the importance of giving each subject time and sincere attention. E               It was while I was working at the Globe that I happened to answer the phone one morning. A man’s voice asked, “You a photographer?” When I replied that indeed I was, the voice responded, “This is Bob Gilka. National Geographic. I need a hail damage picture. You guys get a big hailstorm last night?” I overcame my nervousness and said, “Yes, sir.” When he asked if I could take the picture for him, I again said, “Yes, sir.” Thus began one of the most important relationships of my life, with the legendary Director of Photography at National Geographic, Bob Gilka. F               Bob was always looking for talented photographers to join his team, and he was not easily impressed. As he used to say, “I am knee-deep in talent, but only ankle-deep in ideas. I want people with ideas!” He was a man of very few words, so every word was heard. Praise from Bob meant as much to most photographers as a Pulitzer Prize. G              My little picture of hail damage in southern Minnesota was well received, and a year later, I was working for Bob. I was the youngest photographer working for National Geographic when I arrived in 1978, and I spent at least a decade just trying not to make mistakes. While I was grateful for the opportunity, it was very difficult for me. With each new assignment came the fear that this was going to be the one where they figured out that I couldn’t do the job. H              On many assignments, the most challenging part turned out to be the transportation. Over the years, I traveled by horse, car, train, truck, and all sorts of old vehicles. I traveled by mule in Mexico, by ship along the Indian Ocean, by fishing boat in the Sea of Galilee, by moped in Bermuda, by sailboat in Sydney. I flew in helicopters chasing bears in the Arctic. Twice, while flying in light planes, pilots have had to make emergency landings far from any airport. But there were also wonderful experiences. In Africa I traveled by balloon, ultralight aircraft, and elephant. In a rubber raft off the west coast of Mexico, I was suddenly lifted out of the water on the back of a friendly whale. I                Wherever I traveled in the world, taking beautiful pictures was always my goal. However, later in my career, I also wanted my pictures to make a real difference in people’s lives. That is why each spring I tour two or three developing countries, shooting portraits of people whose lives are better because of the dedicated workers who care about them. The photos are used in a variety of fund-raising products. The other issue that stole my heart was the environment. With support from the National Geographic Expeditions Council, I have traveled all over the United States to photograph the last one percent of wilderness left here. J                I am deeply grateful for my life in photography and the amazing lessons it has taught me. I have learned that women really do hold up half the sky; that language isn’t always necessary, but touch usually is; that all people are not alike, but they do mostly have the same hopes and fears; that judging others does great harm, but listening to them enriches; and that it is impossible to hate a group of people once you get to know one of them as an individual.   According to the passage, is the following statement true or false? Bob Gilka was part of the committee that awarded the Pulitzer Prize.