Answer: Brunch, workaholic, spork.
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Answer:
B. the point when the tension in the story is at its highest
The question is incomplete and the full version can be found online.
Answer:
The tone of the passage is hopeful and idyllic. It starts with a seemingly bad situation, which is reflected by the words "bewildering" and "discouraging," but then describes a good turn of events, as Calypso is found on a stream, usually a nice location. Words phrases such as "bed of yellow mosses," "small white bulb," and "soft nest" all help depict a dream-like situation, far from the initial one.
With the change proposed, the tone would become grim and unhopeful, mostly due to the phrases "puddle of gray algae," "insignificant bleached bulb," and "tangle of twigs," all of which depict the same image in a way that makes it look like a dire place to be.
Explanation:
The words in bold are: "bed of yellow mosses in which its small white bulb had found a soft nest."
A bed of yellow mosses is more appealing and inviting than a puddle of gray algae. While a small white bulb sounds adorable, an insignificant bleached bulb is a sad image. And a soft nest is likely to be more comfortable than a tangle of twigs.
Answer:
"Now, who spilled the paint?" Mother asked.
Explanation:
Correct punctuation refers to the correct or right use of the punctuation marks, be it the comma, full-stop, question mark, or the capital letters in any given sentence. These signs are an indication of how correct sentences are written and used.
Among the given options, the use of correct punctuation is in the sentence <u>"Now, who spilled the paint?" Mother asked.</u> This is evident by the use of the question tag after the sentence spoken by Mother, the use of the inverted commas to signify "speech", the comma after "Now". All these factors helped determine the correctness of this sentence as the correctly punctuated sentence.
Thus, the correct answer is the third option.
Student: My desk sat in the back corner, it was tarnished and broken with chipped wood and old drawings from previous students, scribbled deep into the wood with pencils or needles. I felt bad for it. The desk held me up on days I didn't want to be there. It supported my hard work. I wanted to thank it, I wanted to thank the tree that became the steed for so many students.
I had an Idea, I want to start a refurbished desk drive. After school I would bring the idea up to my teacher, I would give the desks a fresh coat of paint and a big thanks for carrying students all day long, for years.
After receiving approval I would drive to home depot and pick up all the materials I would need. I came to school sunday and got to work repainting and refinishing. I fixed wobbly legs and loose drawers. And finally I wrote notes for each desk and glued them to the underneath of the tables each saying thank you for everything you do.
Desk: I was brought out of the class room I can't remember the last time I left that filth nest. Then a student began to take me apart; I guess it was my time to leave the world.
But once I was apart I was not placed in a trash bin, I was sanded painted and given a nice shiny finish, the student even fixed my broken leg. They them put me back together and place a piece of paper on the underside of my table that said thank you. If a desk could cry I would have. I think of that student every day when they sit on my chair I want to support them and all of their kindness.
