<span>B Students can share and improve their writing techniques. because they get to share ideas and opinions</span>
Answer: H.
Explanation:
It best suits the question because it foreshadows possible conflict of interest in the future. As fear usually inspires people to act irrationally.
THE MOST MEMORABLE DAY OF MY LIFE
December the 25th! A day I will forever hate to remember. The worst day in my 27 years of living.
On this day, I woke up, prepared for work, took my breakfast cheerily, kissed my chubby son on his cheeks and left for work humming merrily one would think I had just won a lottery ticket. Nothing unusual,no signs. Nothing prepared me to what lay ahead, the drastic sequence of events that would later change my life to what it is now. Nothing at all, not a sign.
At work, everything and every one looked normal. The security guard was there ready to snitch anyone on a short skirt or un-ironed shirt to the boss. Those where the rules, " Skirts below the knees, all clothes should be ironed." At my desk, my colleague Mary had the latest office gossip. 'Who fought with who? what we all had for dinner.' How she got to know all these details no one knew. The boss was already up and about barking orders. This guy never rested. "What was the use of being a boss if you cant report to work late even a day?" This question always puzzled me. But now not anymore. Not that I got the answers but because it is meaningless now. I have so much to handle. So much stress, so much depression. no room for nonsense.
Back to the story,the day moved as normal, no accidents, no incidents and soon it was time to go home. This was always my most important time of the day. Finally away from the commands, the gossip and intimidation. Home sweet home, time to get cozy with my son and husband. Little did I know this was not to be and would just remain a memory.
Well up I went, pick some cough medication for my eight-months old son then began walking home.It was only a 30 minutes walk but then a phone call..... My husband is calling. I'm almost home, why is he calling? "Honey Jayden is gone" Gone where? I can't help but wonder. "He is supposed to be home. What do you mean he is gone?" I asked avoiding imagining the worst. "He is dead!"
For a minute I couldn't comprehend those three simple words. The world wasn't spinning anymore, nothing was moving. I let out a wail then i began rushing. Probably to save my son. He needed me, he wasn't dead, he couldn't be. It was the pain of a mother losing her child.Then all of a sudden I felt something hit.
At 11. pm that night, I felt myself but I couldn't feel my hands, where we my legs. Some angels dressed in white? I was i in heaven already? I began calling for my son and my husband. Someone was saying something what was that? " Your husband committed suicide, he couldn't handle the death of your son and the loss of your limbs."
In a single day, I lost everything that mattered. That day some part of me died too.
Answer: It can damage your brain from getting hit all the time.
Explanation: Brain injuries, such as concussions, are brutal to your health and can effect it for the rest of your life, even when you stop playing.
