<h2>1960 and today's teenagers lives contradictory.</h2>
Explanation:
Across the world, there is a major transition from now to then. There are various factors associated. One reason could be, "Technology innovation" too.
1960 Teens:
- Works according to the guidance of parents
- Get experience along with guidance of elders first and then take decision
- Judge a person by moving with him/ her for years
- Does not depend entirely on first impression. Takes risks only after thoroughly moving. Less possibility of falling into problems.
Today's Teens:
- Works according to what he / she thinks.
- Take decision on his / her own. But few gets guidance from their elders
- Judge with outward look
- Assume that a person is good / bad according to the first impression and even might fall into problems
Well, it represents their key of achieving their long term dreams. It can also symbolize Walters greed and the destruction to his own original beliefs.
In the sentence "His hobby is writing poetry," the phrase "writing poetry" is a gerund phrase. A gerund phrase is verb+ ing which functions as a noun. In the sentence, the phrase "writing poetry" is a noun acting as a complement of the subject.
His hobby = writing poetry. This means "writing poetry" complements the subject "His hobby".
I am laughing at her and my voice changed. I'm not sure if you wanted me to correct that sentence you have a very unclear question
This answer is long and i’m sorry about that it might also not be the answer for wht ur looking for but this is what i know about it.
This is a African story of how the zebra got its stripes.
There are many stories and questions on how the zebra got his stripes, and here in Africa one of the most well-known is from the the San / Bushmen people of the Namibian Kalahari Desert.
Many African tales and stories are told of the wild animals in Africa, to explain their unique look or behaviour.
So, how did the Zebra got his black stripes, or is it white stripes? Well, let me tell you the fable.
Long ago, when animals were still new in Africa, the weather was very hot, and what little water there was remained in a few pools and pans.
One of these remaining water pools was guarded by a boisterous baboon, who claimed that he was the 'lord of the water' and forbade anyone from drinking at his pool.
One fine day when a zebra and his son came down to have a drink of water, the baboon, who was sitting by his fire next to the waterhole, jumped up and barked in a loud voice. 'Go away, intruders. This is my pool and I am the lord of the water.'
'The water is for everyone, not just for you, monkey-face,' The zebra's son shouted back.
'If you want some of the water, you must fight for it,' returned the baboon in a fine fury, and in a moment the two were locked in combat.
Back and forth they went fighting, raising a huge cloud of dust, until with a mighty kick, the zebra sent the baboon flying high up among the rocks of the cliff behind them. The baboon landed with a smack on his seat, taking all the hair clean off, and to this very day, he still carries the bare patch where he landed.
The tired and bruised young zebra, not looking where he was going, staggered back through the baboon's fire, which scorched him, leaving black burn stripes across his white fur.
The shock of being burned, sent the zebra galloping away to the savannah plains, where he has stayed ever since.
The baboon and his family, however, remain high up among the rocks where they bark defiance at all strangers, and when they walk around, they still hold up their tails to ease the sore rock-burn of their bald patched bottoms.
