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It is Jared from Subway! My whole family is horrified. Jared is an awful person who has done horrible things. My grandmother steps back, shielding my little cousins from him. He is dangerous. That much we know. My aunt shrieks in mortal anguish, demanding answers from my uncle. "Why did you bring that monster into our home!?" she cries, as Jared stands, perfectly calmly, beside my uncle. "I don't know!" screams my uncle. My cousins are all huddled up, crying behind my grandmother, who is holding a long, thin fireplace poker at arms, her very stance threatening to skewer him through. Jared is still standing there, holding a Subway turkey sandwich as if he is not a monster. My grandfather is glaring at Jared, but he does not move. If he stands, he fears he will lunge at Jared. He hates Subway because he hates Jared, and he hates Jared because he is a monster. "He's not even allowed to be this close to children!" screams my aunt, coming very close to punching Jared in the mouth, but thinking better of it. "I'm calling the police" she whispers in a venomous voice, looking at Jared, the horrible, terrible monster that is Jared, as he takes a bite of his dry turkey sandwich. He looks around the room blankly. He seems bored. Of course he's bored, he's a monster. Grandma spit at his feet. "Everyone go to the table. Let's... Eat, and ignore him." Everyone sat, including Jared. Jared from Subway, with his dry Subway turkey sandwich. As the children were served, my Aunt glared daggers at my Uncle and Jared. How could he bring such a horrible person home? To spite her for the divorce? Is that why he brought a monster to Christmas dinner? That would be truly terrible. She watched as Jared took another bite of his dry turkey sandwich. Suddenly, Grandma stood up and slapped his sandwich out of his hand. "You're going to burn, you horrible, horrible man! You know what you did! You know how many innocent lives you have endangered with your horrible ways! Monster!" Her voice ascended in volume while she screamed. She walked a few feet away from him and began bawling. How could her son bring Jared? Why Jared from Subway? My uncle stood up. He shoved Jared out of the kitchen door. He locked it. Everyone began to cry. Jared from Subway was finally gone.
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The statement that correctly describes the characterization in this excerpt is D. The narrator's description characterizes Robin Hood as generous.
<h3>What is Characterization?</h3>
This refers to the role of a character in a story or the way his qualities are described either directly or indirectly.
Hence, we can see that from the given narration, there is a description of the actions of Robin Hood and how he is able to rob the rich and then give back to the poor, showing him as generous.
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We always use "first" or "Firstly" in writings at the beginning of the sentence to describe the order of the factors or elements we want to create.
"First I went to the wrong... sencond ....
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This type of question fascinates me. It’s a wonderful opportunity for self-reflection and discovery. The answer can change over time as different significant events are experienced, and even as major interests come and go. When I first started thinking about storytelling objects, the number three popped into my mind. Three objects was a good number. Three objects soon became extremely limiting. Then I tried to compartmentalize my life into three sections: past, present, and future. I could have several objects within each section. The future section posed the biggest problem. A crystal ball is not one of my objects. Time as some sort of construct to organize my story helps, but something is still missing here, too. Finally, I fell back on simple self-reflection to identify objects to represent stories that collectively tell a little bit of the story of my life.
There have been countless times where I’ve unearthed a memory and thought, “Ah-ha, so this is where it started.” I have found letters I wrote to my mom while I lived in Scotland declaring how I might as well go places on my own so I could see as much as I could and do what I wanted. I went all over on my own and thought perhaps this was where my independent streak was born. Being in Scotland for a year, however, was already a story of independence.
But it goes back further. Both my parents always valued education as a way to be independent and for me to stand on my own. Good call, parents. I place a high value on education for many reasons. It continues to give me a lot of happiness. It gave me wonderful years in a career I loved. Being independent enough to support yourself and get to do what you love can’t be matched.
But this story still goes back even further, quite a bit further. I remember my dad dropping me off for Sunday school for the first time. We were early and no one else was there. A little boy showed up. My dad wanted to stick around to make sure I was okay, but I shooed him off, telling him I was just fine and had a new friend. He reluctantly left.
For a long time, I thought this was the first memory of me asserting an independent spirit, but no, I can trace it back further still. As a young child, there was this book I loved to check out repeatedly at the public library – Lisa and the Grompet. It was about a little girl Lisa who was bossed around by everyone in her family.
