Cinta reviewed her notes about genealogical research before the class discussion. She was ready to share her information with her classmates and then answer questions. When Mr. MacGregor asked if she was ready, Cinta smiled and nodded her head.
to educate
No, this sentence is not a verb phrase, because the subject is not part of the verb phrase here.
Here's why. The subject is "I," the verb is "believed," and everything following the verb ("every word he said") forms the object of the verb. By definition, a verb phrase is one verb + its various objects or modifiers. Here, "every word he said" operates as one single object (it's not just one word, it's EVERY word, and it's not just every word, it's every word HE said). But the subject is separate from the verb phrase, so the entire sentence is not a verb phrase (it's a subject + a verb phrase).
Answer: 5 percent
Explanation:
Texas is required to use a bilingual ballot for all elections in counties that contain more than 5 percent Spanish-speaking voting-age citizens.
According to the Minority Language Requirement that applies to elections in texas. It is required to provide bilingual election materials (such as ballots, instruction posters etc) and bilingual clerks to facilitate the elections in counties where 5 percent or more of it's inhabitants (of voting age) are Spanish speaking or Spanish descent.
Answer:
Haiku Year
© Paul Holmes More By Paul Holmes
Published: May 2014
JANUARY
Delightful display
Snowdrops bow their pure white heads
To the sun's glory.
FEBRUARY
Fresh green buds appear
Indicating spring will soon
Energize us all.
MARCH
Lambs gambol in fields
Frisky with the joys of life
Bleating happily.
APRIL
Bluebells stand so proud
Beneath trees so sparsely dressed
Fresh green leaves unfold.
MAY
Much awaited sound
Echoes heard amid dense trees
Cuckoo has arrived.
JUNE
Parks and gardens burst
With sounds and vibrant colours
Perfect harmony.
JULY
Beaches become full
Of families having fun
In sand and big waves.
AUGUST
Ripe golden harvest
Burning sun in azure skies
Labours rewarded.
SEPTEMBER
Swallows congregate
On telephone wires ready
To migrate down south.
OCTOBER
Red and gold leaves fall,
Crunchy as cornflakes beneath
Feet on a crisp morn.
NOVEMBER
Frosty webs sparkle
In the early morning sun
Brightly bejeweled.
DECEMBER
First few flakes of snow
Dust gardens like icing on
A chocolate cake.
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