Answer:
watch Do the Right thing, for BLM, and for LGBTQ Brokeback Mountain
Young people should enjoy what they are
doing at the time. Worrying too much about
the future causes stress. Addressing
counterclaim: Some say that goal-setting is
necessary for success; however, it is not
helpful if a young person is still learning and
deciding on interests. Conclusion: It is best to
work hard in general but to wait to set goals
about a specific job. Here you go hope this helps. Can you also give me brainliest,Ty!
Answer:
In the excerpt from Richard Wright's autobiography "Black boy" title "the rights to the streets of Memphis" the 2 similes that describe the setting in some way are found in the following sentences:
1. "My mother finally went to work as a cook and left me and my brother alone in the flat each day with a loaf of bread and a pot of tea".
2. "Sometimes, when she was in despair, she would call us to her and talk us for hours, telling us that we now had no father, that our lives would be different from those of other children, that we must learn as soon as possible to take care of ourselves, to dress ourselves, to prepare our own food; that we must take upon ourselves the responsibility of the flat while she worked"
Explanation:
From the excerpt, there are similes in the above sentences that describe the setting of the story. It reveals that the family seem to be a single-parent family where the mother is left to cater for the children. The father has been away for sometime leaving the mother alone with the children. The mother gets a work as a cook in order to cater for the children.
This particular excerpt reveals the attitude of the mother in making her son fearless and to possess the ability to defend himself.
When I eat a pizza for dinner, the first thing I do is smell the dough, the toppings, and the delicious cheese. I look at the pizza, and see the grease dripping from the edges of the dough. I examine the toppings, making sure that no undesirable toppings are on my pizza. I can smell the cheese and the toppings, and my mouth waters at the scent. I pick up the pizza by the crust, grease making my hands oily. I bite into it, the cheese warming the roof of my mouth. The cheese, toppings, sauce, and dough are being chewed in my mouth, and they turn into a symphony of flavor. I swallow, and I take another bite, and another, until I finish the pizza.
