Write a narrative of approximately six hundred words set in the far North. The story can be based on personal experience or it can be completely invented, but either way it must be realistic, given the setting. Be sure to think about setting, character, plot, and theme. Make use of your transitional words and phrases to communicate changes in time, sequence, or settings.

After you have completed a draft of your narrative, ask your teacher or a peer to read it, and provide feedback. They should pay special attention to how well your purpose has been addressed, as well as your style, spelling, and grammar. After receiving feedback, revise the draft to make any improvements.

Submit both your first draft and your final draft in the space below.

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Explanation:

I couldn't feel my entire body, like the wasteland in front of me I was frozen over and near my end. As that could be an exaggeration, I couldn't feel anything in my body, my toes had long since lost feeling and I lost feeling in my face awhile back. The wasteland in front of me housed hundreds of bodies, all of them screaming in delight all the while I wanted to scream in pain. "You could at least look like your happy." My mother grumbled at me from beside me, of course. I turned to her with murder in my eyes, I will never be happy in this freezing weather of despair, the message came across in my eyes and she turned away from me with a frown. It was her fault I was in a horrid mood, I was freezing in the middle of nowhere when I could be at home in the warmth reading or doing something equally as mind-numbing. No one was going to be able to find us, for we were dropped off by my father. I didn't know why someone I loved would put me in danger. I clenched my hands. My stomach growled as I haven't eaten in days. "When are we going to eat" was a constant question that I would keep to myself. I began to feel sleepy, as the sun fell and the moon rose. I tried to stay awake so I would be able to sleep in tomorrow morning, but I fell in a deep sleep. The next morning I woke up to screams. I opened my eyes in fear of what I may see. I was in the same place where I went to sleep. I noticed that I was by myself. In fear, I stood up and started to look around for my mother. She wasn't anywhere. "She's probably just getting food" I whispered to myself, as I returned to where I where we were dropped off. A couple of hours passed and I haven't seen my mother. I began to worry that she got lost or she could've gotten so could she gave up. No, I thought to myself, she couldn't give up. Then I remembered the screams that woke me up. "Was that her screams?" I mumbled to myself as I shivered. A couple of days past and I had not seen her. I was walking miles to find someone that could help me, but I had no luck. I stumbled across a shack. There wasn't anyone or anything inside but I stayed inside for a couple of hours, for it was a good shelter. I woke up, in the shed. Must've fallen asleep in there. I'm not sure how long I was in there for but it must've been long since it was now dark. I was broken, no one would be able to find me. I began to feel frustrated. I was by myself, I was terrified, and cold. I just want to be inside by a fire, and family. I walked more the next day and found a house. I slowly approached it in fear someone would jump out. With my blue shaking hands I knocked. No one answered. I knocked again and waited. The door slowly creaked open. An older woman appeared at the door. "My, what are you doing here in this weather?" She explained. All that could come out of my mouth was, "I'm lost." She took me inside and made me a cup of hot cocoa. I began to warm up and was able to speak more. "Have you seen my mother?" I asked. She replied with a no.  I slept on the couch that night. The next morning I woke up to the smell of pancakes. I sat there with my eyes open, thinking of my mother. Where was she? I thought. I decided it would be best for me to stay where I am. A whole year passed of me living with this woman in the middle of nowhere. One night as I was sleeping by the warm fire, I heard knocking from the door. I got up and went to open the door. As I looked outside I saw nobody, so I shut the door. A couple of minutes later I heard the knock again. I got up faster this time and opened the door. There, standing right in front of me was my mother. I was shocked. I leaped into her arms and started to cry. I was overjoyed that she was with me. The older woman stumbled out of her room and made hot cocoa just like she did for me.

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I couldn't feel my entire body, like the wasteland in front of me I was frozen over and near my end. As that could be an exaggeration, I couldn't feel anything in my body, my toes had long since lost feeling and I lost feeling in my face awhile back. The wasteland in front of me housed hundreds of bodies, all of them screaming in delight all the while I wanted to scream in pain. "You could at least look like your happy." My mother grumbled at me from beside me, of course. I turned to her with murder in my eyes, I will never be happy in this freezing weather of despair, the message came across in my eyes and she turned away from me with a frown. It was her fault I was in a horrid mood, I was freezing in the middle of nowhere when I could be at home in the warmth reading or doing something equally as mind-numbing. No one was going to be able to find us, for we were dropped off by my father. I didn't know why someone I loved would put me in danger. I clenched my hands. My stomach growled as I haven't eaten in days. "When are we going to eat" was a constant question that I would keep to myself. I began to feel sleepy, as the sun fell and the moon rose. I tried to stay awake so I would be able to sleep in tomorrow morning, but I fell in a deep sleep. The next morning I woke up to screams. I opened my eyes in fear of what I may see. I was in the same place where I went to sleep. I noticed that I was by myself. In fear, I stood up and started to look around for my mother. She wasn't anywhere. "She's probably just getting food" I whispered to myself, as I returned to where I where we were dropped off. A couple of hours passed and I haven't seen my mother. I began to worry that she got lost or she could've gotten so could she gave up. No, I thought to myself, she couldn't give up. Then I remembered the screams that woke me up. "Was that her screams?" I mumbled to myself as I shivered. A couple of days past and I had not seen her. I was walking miles to find someone that could help me, but I had no luck. I stumbled across a shack. There wasn't anyone or anything inside but I stayed inside for a couple of hours, for it was a good shelter. I woke up, in the shed. Must've fallen asleep in there. I'm not sure how long I was in there for but it must've been long since it was now dark. I was broken, no one would be able to find me. I began to feel frustrated. I was by myself, I was terrified, and cold. I just want to be inside by a fire, and family. I walked more the next day and found a house. I slowly approached it in fear someone would jump out. With my blue shaking hands I knocked. No one answered. I knocked again and waited. The door slowly creaked open. An older woman appeared at the door. "My, what are you doing here in this weather?" She explained. All that could come out of my mouth was, "I'm lost." She took me inside and made me a cup of hot cocoa. I began to warm up and was able to speak more. "Have you seen my mother?" I asked. She replied with a no.  I slept on the couch that night. The next morning I woke up to the smell of pancakes. I sat there with my eyes open, thinking of my mother. Where was she? I thought. I decided it would be best for me to stay where I am. A whole year passed of me living with this woman in the middle of nowhere. One night as I was sleeping by the warm fire, I heard knocking from the door. I got up and went to open the door. As I looked outside I saw nobody, so I shut the door. A couple of minutes later I heard the knock again. I got up faster this time and opened the door. There, standing right in front of me was my mother. I was shocked. I leaped into her arms and started to cry. I was overjoyed that she was with me. The older woman stumbled out of her room and made hot cocoa just like she did for me.

Explanation:

16. Eight dollars (is, are) the price of a movie these days.

17. (Is, Are) the tweezers in this drawer?

18. Your pants (is, are) at the cleaner's.

19. There (was, were) fifteen candies in that bag. Now there (is, are) only one left!

20. The committee (debates, debate) these questions carefully.

21. The committee (leads, lead) very different lives in private.

22. The Prime Minister, together with his wife, (greets, greet) the press cordially.

23. All of the CDs, even the scratched one, (is, are) in this case.

24. He (cook-cooks) dinner for his family.

25. The boys (walk-walks) to school every day.​

In the box below, enter the value that is missing from the table. Someone please help ASAP.

Which of the following could be INSTILLED?

Answer ASAP pleaseeee

Select the correct answer.
All of the following statements are true EXCEPT:

A. Interest is always a bad thing.

B. Interest is money you earn on money you have in a savings account.

C. Interest is additional money that must be paid on money that was borrowed.

D. Owing interest may make you a slave to money.

Jeremy was in his seat in the studio waiting for the interview to start when Shinichi, the sports news anchor, got that slightly distant look anchors get during an incoming message. Then suddenly Shinichi smiled, his professional good humor momentarily replaced by the real thing. He slapped Jeremy on the shoulder.

2
“Last minute opening. They want you to run. Amazing!”

3
His eyes lit on Jeremy’s kitbag.

4
“You do have everything you need, don’t you?”

5
Jeremy nodded. The bag was really just a prop, but he kept it packed as if he were going to run every day. When he failed at the quota lottery, he had thought that his one time in the Olympic stadium, marching in the opening ceremony, had been his last. Nevertheless, he kept training, packing in sweat-soaked hours between the endless interviews, blogs, picoblogs, interactives, and all the other appearances and promotions he did to boost the team’s profile. If Jeremy couldn’t run, he could still serve the team. The team media people loved his dedication to workouts; they said he was so authentic.

6
But he wasn’t doing it for them.

7
He hurried to the pre-competition area, security guards looking at him in amazement as they scanned his pass.

8
The charging room smelled of machine oil with a tang of hot metal. But there was something else.

9
Jeremy sniffed the air carefully: liniment1. Here there was another human athlete preparing to compete against a field of machines. Jeremy followed his nose through the room full of tables, each bearing a robot athlete lying down, surrounded by a busy group of technicians. Some tables had a cluster of tubes and wires emerging from the floor with a red rectangle painted around it and the word “Danger” stenciled on the smooth concrete. As Jeremy detoured around one, he came upon a robothlete that smelled of burnt insulation. The technicians sat near the table chatting. This must be the reason he had been summoned from the studio.

10
Jeremy pushed through a curtain that created a makeshift changing area in one corner of a huge work area. The corner was free of tools, computer terminals, and machinery. In fact, the whole corner was empty except for a woman with blond hair in tight braids, dressed in running gear.

11
“Hi, I’m Amy,” the woman said with a smile. She looked at the sports bag slung over Jeremy’s shoulder. “Are you running with me today?”

12
Jeremy nodded. There were no men’s or women’s events anymore. The performance difference between robots and humans was so great that male/female differences no longer mattered.

13
Amy gestured beyond the curtain toward the charging room. “I’ll go check out the opposition while you change.”

14
There was a requirement that each Olympic event have a minimum of one human starter—they called it “the quota.” In truth the quota was also the maximum. People came to the Olympics to see the best, and robothletes were the best. This would be the first event of the 2052 Games with two humans competing. It would probably be the last.

15
Jeremy was out on the starting blocks, looking down the field at the hurdles when it finally began to sink in. He was really about to compete in the Olympics. He was going to get his chance. And the crowd was cheering—chanting “JEREMY, AMY…JEREMY, AMY.” Jeremy could feel the rhythm of the chant in the air pulsing against his skin. The crowd wanted to watch the best, but they also loved to cheer for the underdog, and there was no doubt about which athletes were the underdogs.

16
The robothlete’s “muscles”—brushless motors, actuators run by rare Earth magnets, pistons driven by high-pressure nitrogen—didn’t accumulate fatigue acids as they ran. Robothletes didn’t take years to learn the rhythms of racing or how to judge the pacing between hurdles; they just downloaded the programs from their most successful predecessors and measured distances with laser and ultrasonic rangefinders. Decades had passed since a human had beaten a robothlete.

17
“On your marks, ready…”

18
The starting pistol cracked. Jeremy sprang off the blocks faster than he ever had before. He catapulted ahead of Amy. Even so, the robothletes raced ahead of him.

19
Jeremy came up on the first hurdle so fast that he was afraid he had overshot his mark, but he flowed over it as if it weren’t there. He could hear the whir of motors and the blasts of exhaust gas from the robothlete to one side of him. They reached the second hurdle and jumped together, but the robothlete took it just a millimeter too low, grazing the top of the hurdle. Perhaps its handlers had tweaked the software to shave milliseconds off its time, but the risk didn’t pay off. The robothlete landed badly and went down. It didn’t get up. Running robots were not programmed to get up; a fall guaranteed a loss, so there was no point in trying. Jeremy twisted in midair to avoid the fallen machine, landed still running, gauged his distance, and drove himself even harder for the next hurdle.

Use the word conventional to write an original sentence

Which is usually the main purpose of the first act of play
A) To introduce the audience to the characters,setting,and plot
B) To wrap up or resolve the plot after the climax of the play
C)To develop the plot through screens of increasingly complex,drama,action or humor
D) do you shown characters overcoming obstacles on their way to achieve some goal

Read the excerpt from chapter 10 of Animal Farm.

He did not believe, he said, that any of the old suspicions still lingered, but certain changes had been made recently in the routine of the farm which should have the effect of promoting confidence still further. Hitherto the animals on the farm had had a rather foolish custom of addressing one another as "Comrade." This was to be suppressed. There had also been a very strange custom, whose origin was unknown, of marching every Sunday morning past a boar's skull which was nailed to a post in the garden. This, too, would be suppressed, and the skull had already been buried. His visitors might have observed, too, the green flag which flew from the masthead. If so, they would perhaps have noted that the white hoof and horn with which it had previously been marked had now been removed. It would be a plain green flag from now onwards.

Which statement best describes how the passage illustrates a satirical reversal?

It shows how the original principles of Animal Farm have adapted naturally with the times.
It shows how the animals have decided together that their rebellion was misguided.
It shows how angry the animals have become with the way the farm is organized.
It shows how the original principles and rituals of Animal Farm have been completely suppressed.

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I love the polar bare exhibit at the St. Louis Zoo!

What are five main plot elements in a typical plot? Briefly describe what each elements function is.

List three key employability skills *
6 points

Young made several mistakes. He thought the third hieroglyph was part of the one for "T," whereas it actually stood for the vowel "O'." The fourth hieroglyph, the lion, meant just "L," the fifth meant "M," and the last hieroglyph stood simply for "S." In other words, the spelling in Egyptian was "Ptolmis," not "Ptolemaios." Which statement best describes this excerpt? This excerpt is biased because it reflects an attitude about Young's actions. This excerpt is biased because it reflects an attitude about Egyptian spelling. This excerpt is unbiased because it provides opinions about Egyptian spelling. This excerpt is unbiased because it provides details about Young's actions.

Which option best describes the relationship between the two ideas below?
Maggie Simpson made Oreo-flavored ice cubes. She put
three of the ice cubes in her milkshake is it Cause and Effect, example or Sequence

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1. Part A Which of the following best describes the tone of the article?
A. sympathetic and frim
B. curious and philosophical
C. excited and inspirational
D. frustrated and critical
2. Part B Which of the following quotes best supports the answer to Part A?
A. ''My questions are these: What is fair? ( Paragraph 1)
B. ''I don't know dispute that exist. I don't even dispute that many have an uphill battle due to the severity of the challenges they face'' ( Paragraph 5)
C. ''Stories such as this are all around us- they are not miracles, nor are they the rare exception'' ( Paragraph 6)
D. Fair blends to a norm, and in doing so, it limits, inhibits, stifles, and restricts, all under the guise of balance and equality''. (Paragraph 7)
3. Which of the following statements best describes a central idea of the text?
A. Fairness is a recent concept when it comes to governing and life in general
B. Fairness is a subjective idea and not a natural characteristic of life
C. Those born into privilege are more likely to succeed than those born into poverty.
D. Younger generation have no appreciation for the sacrifices made for them
4. What is the author's most likely purpose for writing this article?
A. The author argues for less government interference among the wealthy and the poor, and for an end to welfare programs.
B. The author argues for parents to do less for their children so young Americans can learn the power of hard work and overcoming challenges
C. The author argues for greater recognition for hard-working individuals and fewer awards for failing individuals
D. The authors argues for an end to the fairness mindset because it hinders hard work and leads to an unhealthy sense of entitlement

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Which of the following is not a way for business owners to save labour costs? *

automation
consolidation
staff training
outsourcing

Select the five adjectives. Don't select any articles (a, an, or the).
It's a well-known fact that baseball is a favorite American pastime; however, few people
know that it has origins in the English game of rounders, which colonists brought from
England.

We've all heard the saying "Good things come in small packages." However, today it seems like many small things ordered over the Internet come in huge packages. For instance, when my wife ordered a tube of lipstick from an online store, it came in a container the size of a shoe box. When I ordered a new pen, it came in a box that could have held 200 pens! Shipping things in boxes that are too big is very wasteful. Manufacturing cardboard boxes uses a lot of paper and water. Even though small items don't weigh much, when they are packed in big boxes they take up more room in delivery vehicles. That means those trucks have to make more trips and use more fuel, which in effect gives off more pollution. What can consumers do about this waste? First, they can complain to the companies that ship small things in large packages. Second, they can recycle those big boxes. Which of these sentences would the author most likely agree with?

8)
Main Entry: unfortunate (uhn-fawr-chuh-nit)
Part of Speech: adjective
Definition: unlucky, bad
Synonyms: adverse, afflicted, broken, burdened, calamitous, cursed, damaging, deplorable, desperate, destitute,
disastrous, doomed, forsaken, hapless, hopeless, ill-fated, ill-starred in a bad way, inappropriate, infelicitous,
inopportune, jinxed, lamentable, luckless, out of luck, pained, poor, regrettable, ruined, ruinous, shattered, star-
crossed, stricken, troubled, unbecoming, unfavorable, unhappy, unpropitious, unprosperous, unsuccessful,
unsuitable, untoward, wretched
Antonyms: fortunate, good, happy, lucky, timely
Which word means the same as "unfortunate?
A)
calamitous
B)
good
Lucky
D)
timely

In what way does the plot contribute to the theme? A. The young man must decide on a name that reveals his special skills B. The chief of the Shuswaps appreciates the young msn for what he is C. The young man doesn't give up until he prove he is a great warrior D. The young man finally achieves success in a nontraditional way.

Explain the main idea of the article, taking the beef out of burgers

The associated press is a wire service and a ______ of news around the world.


a) transport
b) reporter
c) portable
d) importer

Human-Environment Interaction Lyrics
Humans and the environment, it goes both ways,

Affecting each other until the end of days.

Landforms and water, plant and animal life,

Climate, elevation—we have to handle it right.

We depend on natural resources,

But sometimes we fall victim to the Earth's forces.

So many ways the environment affects us.

So, adapting is a must.

And you may ask, how do we adapt?

Let me break it down for you real fast:

We take what the environment has to give,

And it determines what we eat, where and how we live.

Take different groups of Native Americans,

Masters at adapting to environments that they were in.

In the Pacific Northwest,

Nations near the coast, yeah, found success.

Summers were cool, but winters were cold.

And, the rainfall, it was out of control.

So, they would take tree bark that was soft

And make a cape to keep the rain off.

And when they were hungry, what did they do?

Turned to the forests and the ocean for food.

They hunted beaver, elk and deer,

And caught whales and the fish that were there.

What about the land, how did they adapt?

Villages on the coast 'cause the land was flat.

And they built shelters out of, out of cedar trees,

Plus canoes to travel the seas.
Our environment affects us,

What we eat, what we build and how we get dressed up.

We change our environment, too.

We drill, we farm, we build and pollute.
So, how do we affect the environment?

First of all, the food that we try and get.

We modify the land so we can farm,

And build dams to prevent flooding in a storm,

To store water to drink and to generate power,

To build highways to drive 55 miles an hour.

We use natural resources for energy,

Digging for coal, drilling for oil, let me see.

We urbanize, building towns and cities,

But not all effects on the environment are pretty.

We burn many fossil fuels and pollute,

But there's still a few good things we can do:

Like recycle or plant trees,

Or pick up trash when we see it in the streets.

Now let's take it to ancient times.

Even the ancient Romans modified.

They made buildings in all different styles,

And aqueducts carried water for hundreds of miles

Into giant baths where they made water hot.

But we all know that's not where the story stops,

The Romans never, ever had total control.

Don't forget the eruption of the volcano:

Mount Vesuvius—there was nothing left to save,

When it erupted and buried the city of Pom.
----In a paragraph in a cause an effect.
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Where and how should you use evidence in a literary analysis?

in the third paragraph, to summarize the entire novel
at the very beginning of your essay, to introduce your topic
in the conclusion, to emphasize your main ideas
in the body of your essay, to support your reasons

Read the excerpt from Island of Hope, Island of Tears. Which statement best describes the text structure of this sentence and explains why it is used? If illness was suspected, immigrants were detained at Ellis Island's hospital complex. O A sequence text structure is used to describe the order of events at Ellis Island's hospital complex. © Acompare-and-contrast text structure is used to show the relationship between illness and treatment. O A sequence text structure is used to explain the order of events that occurred after an immigrant was detained. O A cause-and-effect text structure is used to explain why immigrants could be detained at the hospital complex​

How did Germany treat Jews before the Holocaust began?
А
German officials planned to persecute Jews but citizens
protected them before the war.
B
German officials didn't mind Jews but needed give
society someone to hate.
с
German officials nationally and locally were already
persecuting Jews.
D
German people were prejudiced against Jews but little
came of it.

Reread lines 9-19.
In what ways does the author compare Dr. Frankenstein to Prometheus?

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The electrode is being __________ as you weld with it?

pleaseee
Write down some examples of abstract nouns.