Stay at home and not have much/ any say in matters outside the home.
The bell <u>rang</u> at exactly midnight—transitive verb
Verbs are words that indicate some type of action, feeling or existence in a sentence. They give the information about what the subject is doing.
The Cambridge Dictionary describes a transitive verb as the kind of verb that requires “having or needing an object.” These can be changed into passive voice.
Merriam-Webster Dictionary describes an intransitive verb as the kind of verb that is “characterised by not having or containing a direct object.” These verbs do not form a passive voice.
Example of transitive verb:
The teacher gave me good marks.
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Perfectionists are always afraid of what others will think about them. They fear that everything they do might not be "perfect" enough for others and that they will be criticized for their mistakes. Perfectionism can cause anxiety. When perfectionism is reduced, people aren't afraid to make mistakes and try new things.
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Essays are not considered literature.
Answer:
Check the answer in the explanation (below)
Explanation:
Rearranging the sentences in this story so that it is in proper chronological order, we have:
Every March 19, the swallows return to the Mission in San Juan Capistrano, California. This year, my family and I drove down to the mission to see if the swallows really do come back. While we were driving, we heard a loud bang. The car had a flat tire. My dad steered the car to the shoulder on the freeway, and he and my older brother Kyle got out to change the tire. While they were changing the tire, it started to rain. Dad and Kyle got soaking wet. After they finished, Dad and Kyle got into the car, and we drove on. We arrived at the mission at 12:30 and found a parking spot. A large crowd of people was waiting for the swallows to arrive at the mission. Of course, it stopped raining. We waited for two hours, but no birds came. My sisters became restless. Finally my Dad said, "Let's go, they aren't coming this year." As we walked out to the parking lot, my sister Abby looked up. "Look at all the birds!" she exclaimed. It was indeed the swallows. And to think we almost drove away and missed the swallows' return to Capistrano.
Having rearranged the story, we can easily follow the flow of the narrative.
