Professional Qualities

Mila [183]

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore -
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over -
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Harlem is a poem by Langston Hughes.

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3 years ago

Someone who enjoys writing pls help

Sav [38]

Answer:

No way, you thought to yourself. Amelia Earhart helps you to your feet and moves past you. You see her head towards your banged-up plane, looking for something. After watching her, you start to feel nauseous. You sit for a second to clear your head. Despite landing pretty safely, it seems you have a bit of a concussion and a little whiplash. The landing must have been rougher than you initially thought.

As you groan in pain, Amelia turns, seeing that you're back on the ground. "Don't just sit there," she exclaims, "We have to get out of here." She makes her way to you, a bag of stuff in her hands, and helps you up. Hurriedly, you both run into the forest, not stopping for anything.

Half an hour later, she stops, and she sets her stuff down. After looking up at the sky, she turns to you. "We should be safe here for a couple of minutes," she says softly, a little out of breath. You sit down on a nearby log, attempting to center yourself. With all the running you'd just done, the concussion, and whiplash, you were somewhat tired and felt like you would throw up.

How in the world was this happening, you questioned. Amelia Earhart, the famous female pilot who took on a journey around the world, was standing before you! That's not something you'd expect in 2021! How is she alive? Was Fred Noonan, her navigator, still alive? And what about the coconut crabs? Surely, this was some misunderstanding. Instead of asking any of these, you simply asked, "Where would we be safer?"

She turns to you, her eyes examining you. To be honest, if you had dragged a teenager out of a crashed biplane, you wouldn't exactly expect them to wear such odd-looking clothes. Earhart moved towards you, sitting on the log, cross-legged in front of you. "I have a hut not too far from here," she explained, "We should be safe from those crabs, and creatures that saw you land."

Amelia then gasped, and you jumped, a little startled at her sudden noise. "Forgive me, I haven't introduced myself properly!" Getting up, she holds out her hand, "Amelia Earhart, pilot to the Flying Laboratory, at your service."

You stand and shake her hand. "Elena Robinson," you introduced, "pilot of the Hummingbird."

You both let go, and she looks at you in confusion. You follow her gaze, and notice that you're still wearing your leather aviator jacket, slightly ripped jeans, and 'I'm with you till the end of the line' Marvel t-shirt. Looking back up, you notice your acquaintance has moved to her bag. She shuffles around in it, before pulling out a small canteen. As she hands it to you, you notice a fresh scar on her arm. It seems with both have stories to share, you muse to yourself, taking a swig from the canteen.

Handing it back, you decide to try figuring out how all of this is possible. "Do you know what year it is, or how long you've been here?" It wasn't an odd question for you, growing up watching Doctor Who, Back to the Future, and several other movies that went like this. A strange circumstance, a person dressed oddly speaking in some alien-like way, and both of you not knowing what exactly was going on.

You expected to see a look of confusion, surprise, or a quirked eyebrow. At least something you'd be prepared to explain away. But instead, she turned, an annoyed expression written clear as day across her features.

"Yes, yes, I know." She zipped up the bag and slung it over her shoulder. "I know exactly when, for both of your questions, and if you'd like to live to tomorrow I suggest we get moving." Earhart grabbed your hand, and you both started moving again, only this time you two walked carefully, rather than ran.

Not feeling satisfied with the answer, you decided to figure out more. You didn't want to discuss it out in the open, but frankly, you were very confused and still a little nauseous. "If you know what's going on, then would you care to share it? Because the last thing I remember was-"

"Entering the fog and being blasted out of the sky," she finished for you, "It happens to everyone who comes near this place." Glancing back at your shocked face, she continued, "Fred and I were lucky we had made it to shore, but those blasted crabs came out of nowhere. He picked me up and threw me as far as he could towards the treeline, and shouted at me to run."

Amelia stops and turns to you, and you can tell she's holding back tears. "Ever since we crashed, people from different years and places have shown up here, claiming they entered a fog." She then puts on a determined face, "The governments of the world brought us here, what for I don't know, but what I do know is that we're meant to live."

Glancing at the sky, she pulls you with her. "Come along," she whispers, "we don't have much time before the mutiny."

Explanation:

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3 years ago

Where does Trumbull use personification

Nutka1998 [239]

He uses personification to present freedom as a powerful force that will bring hope and prosperity to America in saying "Queen of empires and the nurse of arms."

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3 years ago

Hi every body <br><br>I need a summary of War by Luigi Pirandello could you help me please?

ozzi

Answer:

Of course :)

Explanation:

Some travelers from Rome are obliged to spend most of the night aboard a second-class railway carriage, parked at the station in Fabriano, waiting for the departure of the local train that will take them the remainder of their trip to the small village of Sulmona. At dawn, they are joined by two additional passengers: a large woman, “almost like a shapeless bundle,” and her tiny, thin husband. The woman is in deep mourning and is so distressed and maladroit that she has to be helped into the carriage by the other passengers.

Her husband, following her, thanks the people for their assistance and then tries to look after his wife’s comfort, but she responds to his ministrations by pulling up the collar of her coat to her eyes, hiding her face. The husband manages a sad smile and comments that it is a nasty world. He explains this remark by saying that his wife is to be pitied because the war has separated her from their twenty-year-old son, “a boy of twenty to whom both had devoted their entire life.” The son, he says, is due to go to the front. The man remarks that this imminent departure has come as a shock because, when they gave permission for their son’s enlistment, they were assured that he would not go for six months. However, they have just been informed that he will depart in three days.

The man’s story does not prompt too much sympathy from the others because the war has similarly touched their lives. One of them tells the man that he and his wife should be grateful that their son is leaving only now. He says that his own son “was sent there the first day of the war. He has already come back twice wounded and been sent back again to the front.” Someone else, joining the conversation, adds that he has two sons and three nephews already at the front. The thin husband retorts that his child is an only son, meaning that, should he die at the front, a father’s grief would be all the more profound. The other man refuses to see that this makes any difference. “You may spoil your son with excessive attentions, but you cannot love...

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3 years ago

Foster suggests that there is a "language of reading" made up of a "set of conventions, patterns,codes, and rules that we learn

Triss [41]

Answer:

"Same way you get to Carnegie Hall. Practice."

Explanation:

For Foster, the language of reading is an essential skill for any student, as it allows them to have a high level of learning, in addition to having a full understanding of texts, contexts, training, concepts and other forms of language, textuality and communication. However, he affirms that this is not an easy skill to obtain, due to its complexity, but it is not impossible to reach it, just as it is not impossible to reach Carnegie Hall, as long as the student practices countless times and encourages this knowledge and skill, until he or she reaches a satisfactory level of understanding.

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3 years ago