I find the premise to be ridiculous, and the reality of success limited to a tiny handful of people. Simple facts of fire and wild areas make it highly unlikely to succeed. Let's use retiring at 40 as an example. To make the income required almost certainly requires college, so that leaves about 17–18 years of working. If you average $60,000 for the first eight years, and $100,000 for the next ten years, you earned a total of $1.48 million. By the way, those earnings are above the norm. Taxes will take you down to $1 million. That leaves about $50,000 per year net income average. Basic decent cost of living is $3,000 per month minimum. Here's where the FIRE gurus start to get crazy. Live in your parents basement! Drive a $500 car! Eat beans and rice! Think about QUALITY OF LIFE. Is working really that horrible that you want to live like a bum for two decades to avoid it? So you have about $14,000 a year to save. Lets say life doesn't get in your way - things like kids, a wife who doesn't share your desire to do nothing, car breaking down, etc. You will save about $260,000 much of it saved after age thirty. As a millennial, you hold the mistaken impression that the stock market is a one-way, no lose proposition. Quora today is brimming with questions about the “crash" where stocks have fallen 13%. I've got news for you, you ain't seen nothing yet. In my lifetime I have seen a half dozen markets where the danger of losing half your money was real. For FIRE to work you have to aggressively grow $260k into some decent amount and then pray that the next 30–40 years doesn't have any economic calamities. And it will have calamities, you can count on that. But let's say you get your $260,000 up to $400,000 by age 40. Using 5% withdrawal rate, that is $20,000 per year. I don't see a life worth living on $20k per year. So you decide to supplement your income, maybe you are good with your hands so you pick up some carpentry work. Or work in starting a blog. Yes, WORK. You are WORKING. I don't care if you are on a beach in Maui or commuting to an office in Chicago - if you are trading your time for money you are NOT retired, you are working.
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Answer: D. <span>Darlene wrote a note to her best friend on paper.
The correct sentence should have been stated this way:
</span>Darlene wrote a note on paper <span>to her best friend .
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The phrase "a note on paper" modifies the verb "wrote", therefore should follow right after the word it modifies.
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Life is full of new events. Going to a school for the first time for a child is to face a new situation. It is a new event for him because its atmosphere is quite different. First day at school is an experience which I cannot forget. Its memory is still fresh in my mind. It was July 15. I got up early in the morning on this day. I got myself prepared. With my father I started towards my new school.
We entered the office where I found four men sitting behind the counter. My father got a form from one of them. He filled it. Then we entered the Principal’s office. My father gave the form to him. He looked at the form and struck a bell. At once a peon came in. he ordered him to take us to the staff room.
The peon led us to the room where I found the teachers round a long table. My father gave the form to one of them. The teacher put my knowledge to test in English. He found me fit. Another teacher gave me five sums to solve.
I solved them easily. Both the teachers wrote something on the form. Again my father entered the Principal’s office. He ordered for my admission. My father deposited my dues in the office. I was sent to IX-B classroom with a chit.
I went into the classroom and took my seat in the last row in front of me there was a big blackboard on the wall. Near it there was a decent chair and a table for the teachers on a raised platform. After a few minutes a teacher entered the classroom. I gave the chit to him. He wrote my name in the register. The teacher was an interesting fellow. He passed a few funny remarks.
At the recess bell we rushed out of the classroom. It was the leisure time. Some boys approached me. They cracked jokes. One of them said, “Form which jungle are you coming?” I was silent. Fortunately three boys ran for my help. They took me round the school building. They showed me reading room and library, I found the school ball well decorated with paintings. As the bell rang we were again in the classroom. Four teachers attended their periods but none taught us.
At 12-30 the last bell went. The classes were over. When I reached home, I was quite glad. I told my mother about the new school. She was glad to hear the account of my first day. This day was glad to hear the account of my first day. This day was a memorable day for me, because I liked the school. I studied here for three years but there was always a recollection of my first day in this school. I could not say about my first L.K.G. class because at that time I was too young to understand.
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