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"Discovery"
Discovery In the thick folds of the forest I found myself gasping. Gasping for air, gasping for something that would remind me how to be alive in that place where all seemed to be dying. The night had fallen upon me quietly, like a blanket that is thrown upon one’s shoulders to protect them from the cold, but the only thing I needed protection from was the very thing that was gripping me – darkness. The air was heavy with the sound of silence; I dared not move in fear of what might happen, so I laid still. Face in the ground, my nose filled with the scent of grass and wet fallen leaves; my hands in my pocket; my legs against my chest. There had not been a moment before where I felt this vulnerable, this fragile. As if my bones could break at the mere attempt of movement, or that my eyes would no longer be able to withstand the sight of light. Fear is a mighty thing. It paralyses you to the very core of your being. The only sound discerning time was my heartbeat; a constant ticking of the clock, a simple reminder that life existed in that desolated space… until I heard something else. Something warm. Similar to my heartbeat but just faster, more fearless; and so I decided to get up and follow the sound. My legs were stiff from laying still, burdened by my own body weight I fell to the ground in my attempt to walk. I tried again. And again, until I finally stood up – a little twig, towered by trees.
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My teacher had assigned me a difficult assignment. I took one look at it and told myself I wouldnt be able to do it. The assignment was an art project. I was supposed to create a clay sculpture of a dog. But the problem is, I'm not artistic in any way. I didnt want to do the assignment because I knew I would fail it. A few days later in class, everyone was bringing in their clay dogs. They all looked so good. They were showing off their sculptures to everyone else in the classroom. And my teacher was congragulating them. I felt so left out. I was dissapointed in myself for not trying. After school was over, I went home and tried working on my clay dog. It was actually turning out pretty good. Im surprised by how it didnt look all disformed. I brought it to school the next day and everyone was telling me how good it looked. I was so happy and proud of myself for completing the assignment. Next time I receive an art assignment to complete, I'll remember to belive in myself and I'll remember that anything can happen if I put my mind to it.
Answer:
Flipped classrooms may help students succeed, but can cause new problems too.
Explanation: I solved this correctly just now.
Worsworth wrote this poem in the Romantic period. And it was written in light of his views that people are so invested in spending and earning, that they have altogether forgotten to appreciate the beauties of nature before them.
Answer:
I am a adrenalin junky
Explanation:
I love the feeling of not feeling pain as I work.
There is a lot of times it is only adrenaline that keeps me going as I do my jobs from branding to herding cattle in winter.
