Read the passage. I am a father who is helping his daughter pay off her student loan of $50,000. That is a lot of money; however, it is a drop in the student-loan bucket that currently holds over $1 trillion of student debt. In fact, 44 million Americans currently owe money on their student loans—a major problem. Without a solution, young adults entering the workforce will do so knowing that their paychecks will be significantly less due to the need to repay their student loans. The government must work to change this.
How does the writer best use evidence to support the claim? Select three options.
The writer uses empirical evidence by including specific data about student debt and loans.
The writer uses empirical evidence by referring to the amount of money that his daughter and her friends owe in student debt.
The writer uses logical evidence by claiming that his daughter owes a significant amount of money.
The writer uses logical evidence by explaining a reasonable theory about paychecks being less.
The writer uses anecdotal evidence by sharing a personal connection to the student debt problem.
The writer uses anecdotal evidence by discussing how his daughter’s debt is more than his was.

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream