and Apostrophes. All of which I have had a terrible time with before this class. Subject-Verb Agreement, I learned about in week 3 helped me with creating a better
The poem, “Apostrophe to the Ocean,” is one of the most renowned masterpieces of George Gordon Byron, which conveys the author’s love for nature by including his unique, romantic style of writing. As this poem is entirely dedicated to the mighty ocean, the main subject of this work is about man versus nature. George Byron also discusses his views about the industrialization; throughout the poem, he hints on the deleterious effects of human exploitations. Therefore, the poem, “Apostrophe to the Ocean
5 Today our literacy topic was about apostrophe. L. O. I recognise contractions. Resources: paper sheet- power point- smart board- felt tips- white board- key vocabulary and concepts: apostrophe- high up comma- missing word- formal- informa. Today Miss B explained about a new topic. She said:” today we are going to learn about apostrophe which is very important in writing. The apostrophe is a little mark that look like a high up comma. Usually apostrophe has two jobs and one of them is contraction
"Ring, ring", I wondered who was calling me at this time of evening. "Yes; o.k.; Yes, I'll be there", I said before hanging up the phone. What was wrong, I wondered all that evening that the doctor wanted me to come in to discuss my lab results? I had never been asked to come in to the office after doing blood tests before; when receiving a call as this the mind plays tricks on the person and wild things start popping up in the head. "Joyce, I need to leave work at 10 o'clock today to go to the
There was something special that happened on my Sunday evening. The Kinda special when you knew something was going to happen, good or bad. Me and my soccer team had made it to the finals after winning the playoffs on Saturday, we couldn 't wait for this day. On this certain day, the feeling in my stomach was horrible, I just had that nervous intensity of butterflies. But I was fierce, aggressive, and ready to bring this trophy home. On Sunday at about 12:00 pm I grabbed my soccer bag, water bottle
Roddy Doyle's Paddy Clark: No More Laughing for Paddy Yer Name Here Poetry/Fiction Paddy Clarke Roddy Doyle's Paddy Clarke HA HA HA was a beautifully written book. It perfectly captures the mind of a ten year old boy in Ireland during the mid- 1960's. Paddy Clarke, the young boy who Doyle uses to enter the mind of a ten year old, is a boy who most can relate to. The book explores most aspects of life through the eyes of Paddy. Doyle takes us through childhood and childhood's end. Doyle is able
Neil Young in Halifax I was getting ready for school one morning when my father said that my cousin Jennifer was on the phone and she wanted to know if I wanted a ticket to the Neil Young concert coming up in Halifax. I said I did and I kind of forgot about it. It was Halloween night and I was listening to an old Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young album when I looked at the release date when I realized that in a mere five days I was going to witness a legend in his finest form. Some say the Neil Young
In the short story Thank You Ma'am by Langston Hughes, the main character Mrs. Jones is kind. In the story a young boy named Roger tries to steal from her. She catches him, confronts him, realizes that he is poor and has no family and immediately takes him in. She cares for him, teaches him right from wrong and feeds him. She gets him back on his feet with what she could give and sends him off back into the real world. Mrs. Jones is kind because she teaches Roger a lesson, she helps him, and she
Lazy Lady It seems that the lazier people are, the more I can't stand them. One thing is for sure; I can't stand my mom. "Maxme or MOM" is how I would address her, or should I say have to address her. I would have preferred boss or master. Yes sir, she's the queen of them all. She could probably write a book titled What it Takes to be Lazy. In her case, I guess you could consider it a lifestyle but try not to compare her to Martha Stewart or anyone like that. My mom is lazy from the hairs on her
E.B. White's Once More to the Lake "Once More to the Lake", by E.B. White was an essay in which a father struggles to find himself. The essay is about a little boy and his father. They go to a lake where the father had been in his childhood years. The father looks back at those years and tries to relive the moments through his son's eyes. He knows he can't, and has difficulty dealing with the fact that he can't go back in time. E.B. White's way of letting the reader know that the father
The Miracle of Life The miracle of life is something most of us will experience in our lifetime. The process before actually giving birth, I think is the hardest part of the entire scenario of child bearing. This amazing experience is something that can make the individuals who are involved in the process change in so many ways. The process of giving birth, for those of you who have not experienced or will never experience it, can be very hard, long and rewarding all at the same time. To give
There are days that it would be nice outside and I'll go out for a walk; I'd either go to the park up the block, the Bodega (a Spanish grocery store) at the corner, or a friend's house. I would walk down the sidewalk and it's like I'm a famous person or an expensive car the way guys around me would act, and the thing is that it happens to all women. You get the "looks" by the guy across the street, the "stare" by the men driving by, the "whistles" from the group of guy's sitting on stairs as I walk
An Out Of Body Experience - Original Writing The screeching of tyres, the blast of the hooter, the glare of the headlights, then pain; searing through my body, then I felt as if I was flying through the air, until I fell. Smack! My head hit the kerb. Then everything went black. I couldn't move, speak or feel ant pain. I could hear a woman's voice screaming hysterically at a man who I assumed to be her husband. The man shouted at her to phone for an ambulance. Then I could hear him, close
Prologue When I did gymnastics I felt empowered. When I did gymnastics I felt happy. When I did gymnastics I felt alive. I started gymnastics when I was about six years old, all the way until I was twelve. Unfortunately I had to stop abruptly, due to an injury in the growth plates in my wrists. I write this not in memory or in loss of the dedication I had for gymnastics, but as a celebration of all the things I learned and accomplished, both physically and mentally throughout this process. Note
The sound of the waves grew louder as we got closer. I heard my dad say, “Just over that hill”. I couldn't stand the excitement, we were almost there. I felt the breeze go threw my hair as the sun broke thru the trees at the top of the hill; I squinted until my eyes adjusted. There it was, Lake Michigan. I shucked off my sandals as I ran to the beach right where the waves ended. I asked my dad if I could put just my feet in the water and before I knew it I was neck high in the water. I would
My Abused Friend We sat in the dark watching The Wizard of Oz. We had the sound muted and the Pink Floyd CD Dark Side of the Moon turned up on the stereo. We had heard that the album had been written in such a way that if you timed it right, certain passages of songs made perfect sense with the movie. Cindy sat in the darkness also, although not as interested in the movie as the rest of us. Cindy was a small but not petite girl. She stood about five feet tall, with brown hair and green
My hands are all sweaty, my legs are stiff, and my body is cold as I stand on the thin wooden platform 25-feet high from the ground, getting ready to test the Flying Trapeze. I can feel myself trembling as I use my right hand to reach for the bar in front of me. Letting go of the pole that my left hand was holding on so that I can hold the bar with my two hands was the second scariest part of my experience since it gave me the feeling of falling. Good thing, one of the instructors was holding my
"I love you, Allie!" Mark's voice came through the trees. Even through the pounding hooves and sound of the ultralight, the words were surprisingly distinct. Allie reached the edge of the dense woods and slowed accommodate the thickening of branches and brush. Jay tried to keep up, but began to lose sight of them as they zigzagged through the woods. "Allie! Wait!" he called. Shock of shocks, she stopped. The pack horses crowed in around her. The ultralight swooped past at about the same time Jay
Comparing Three Poems First Love, My Last Duchess and Remember Introduction I have been told to choose three poems that differ in their exploration of love. The poems what I will be writing about so I can compare them are: 'First Love', 'My last Duchess' and 'Remember'. First Love is about a guy who apparently meets a beautiful woman but hasn't got enough confidence in himself to at least greet her. My Last Duchess is about a man who killed his wife and examines the picture of her
Compare Passage A, which is a transcript in which a women working in a pub, talks about the different managers she has worked under, and passage B, which is an extract from, Odour of Chrysanthemums, a short story by D H Lawrence. Upon reading both passages I can clearly view numerous comparisons and differences. Initially, the subject, (meaning of the text) is extremely different in both extracts. Passage A is a transcript in which a women working in a pub, talks about the different managers