...come otra vez. A veces toma una ensalada con salmón, o verduras con carne. Por la tarde juega al fútbol con sus amigos y después toca la guitarra o navega por Internet durante media hora, antes de salir por la noche. A veces va a un restaurante caro con unos amigos o con Victoria, pero también baila en la discoteca hasta las dos de la madrugada. A ¿El texto describe el fin de semana de qué persona famosa? a. Victoria Beckham b. David Beckam c. Thierry Henry B ¿Cómo se dice en español? 1. he has breakfast 2. orange juice 3. his children 4. then 5. wife 6. at twelve o´clock 7. meat 8. in the afternoon 9. his friends 10. during 11. in the evening 12. expensive 13. but 14. the early hours of the morning C Escribe una lista de todos los verbos del texto: [pic] EL PRESENTE Las Personas yo = _________________ tú = _________________ él = _________________ ella = _________________ nosotros = _________________ vosotros = _________________ ellos = _________________ ellas = _________________ Verbos Regulares Cantar Comer Abrir To s___ To e__ To o___ yo cant__ com__ abr__ tú cant__ com__ abr__ él/ella cant__ com__ abr__ nosotros cant__ com__ abr__ vosotros cant__ com__ abr__ ellos/ellas cant__ com__ abr__ ----------------------- desayuna En el...
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...This text is written by, Denis Murray; it is written as an article. It is an article because you are told that he is a journalist, and he is also writing to BBC while explaining his experience. The man writing the article, Denis Murray, is also the one speaking, he is telling his story to the readers about his first gunshot experience, in Northern Ireland, he is telling us about how he wants the streets of Belfast and Derry to become like England, Scotland, Wales and the Republican of Ireland. His biggest dreams along with many of the residents of Belfast and Derry are to be able to walk the streets without have to be armed with a gun. He would like the people to live among peace with each other. “Can't wait for the day when policemen and women on the streets of Belfast and Derry become like their counterparts in England, Scotland, Wales and the Republic of Ireland – and can, on a daily basis at least, not have to carry their side arms and say goodbye to the gun.” – Basically he is saying that he want the residents to feel safe enough, to say goodbye to the gun. In the first paragraph he is talking about that only a few people have actually heard gun shots since World War II, and that there has not been a gun culture in United Kingdom, so it’s legal to have a gun by your side. It’s not like in f.eks. Denmark, were we know it’s illegal to have a gun. They don’t know how to live without any gun, to protect them. We are also told that he has seen enough guns for a lifetime,...
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...Shatika M. Gaines American Literature ANALYZING AND COMPARING PHILLIS WHEATLEY AND LANGSTON HUGHES February 25, 2012 ANALYZING AND COMPARING PHILLIS WHEATLEY AND LANGSTON HUGHES Abstract: The aim of this text is to analyze two completely different poets (Phillis Wheatley and Langston Hughes) who lived in several times, however who shared constant theme in the analyzed works. Our intention is to indicate how society has not developed when it concerns the position of negroes: either as voters or persons. Through two selected poems and their analyses, it's supposed to indicate how the tones may change, however the theme remains the same. 1. Introduction Many things may inspire somebody to write down – be it poetry or prose. it has been like this since communication established itself, through generations and throughout time the writings have had a very important role. for some folks writing is also solely how to establish communication, as newspapers and magazines. For some others, it's an inner pleasure to share feelings and concepts, like in journals and theories. However, for others it is an instrument for additional definite purposes, like awareness regarding movements or a personal catharsis – Sylvia Plath’s poetry, for example. Therefore, the power of words helped mankind to change the globe. Bearing in mind this concept that literature may renew and reinforce a belief or an idea, the theme of the analysis...
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...Saja Hassouneh 21210344 Mornings in Jenin The novel, Mornings in Jenin, starts with prolepsis scene when Amal, the protagonist (dynamic character) and also the autodiegetic narrator, was 47 years old. The novel opens with a stunning prelude set in Jenin in 2002. Amal, the granddaughter of the founder of the family Yehya, looks directly into the soldier’s eyes. He is about to kill her as she thinks while he is pointing his gun towards her front head: ‘’He had killed before, but never while looking his victim in the eyes. Amal saw that, and she felt his troubled soul amid the carnage around them. She knew, from the soldier’s blink, that she would live. The petitions of memory pulled her back, and still back, to a home she had never known. ‘’ The prelude sets up the novel giving readers a view of events that will happen later in Amal’s live: providing a background, which is Jenin in 2002; revealing what’s going to happen to Amal in the future and what got her to this current moment; establishing the tone of the work; and introducing the theme of the novel which is the conflict between the Palestinians and Israel. Moreover, the author reveals Amal’s character as an American citizen (and not as a Palestinian) to disclose to the readers if the officials might express regret for killing Americans unlike Palestinians. The prelude doesn’t tell whether the Israeli soldier got the guts to kill Amal or not but at the end of the novel she got shot and died while protecting her daughter...
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...This Morning by Lucille Clifton Lucille Clifton was an American poet, writer, and educator from New York. Her work emphasizes endurance, mostly focusing on her African - American experience and family life. Common topics in her poetry include the celebration of her African American heritage, and feminist themes, with particular emphasis on the female body. This poem is mostly about how the speaker view her identity. The purpose of this poem is to show that the speaker’s belief in herself. The first sentence, “This morning I met myself coming in” means that as the girl wakes up, she recognizes who she is and then she describes herself. There are metaphors used in the second stanza, the sentence “a bright jungle girl shining” represents an image of a girl who is very active. This metaphor also describes things in nature, it shows that the speaker see herself as an unique, and special. “This Morning” it’s a metaphor for the present time, is that she found herself or appreciates herself. In the last stanza, it says “And all day I have been a black bell ringing I survive, survive, survive.” it means, out of all the things that she has been through, now she has finally got through her problems and found the person she truly is, in Lucille Clifton’s case, it means she found where she stood in the society as an African - American. The speaker kept repeating “I met myself” in line 3 and line 12 to show that she survives from her problems. A simile is a figure of speech that expresses...
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...The Lost Stranger It was just like any other winter morning at work. There were barely any customers at the auto parts store where I worked at and the temperatures were below freezing. There was a blizzard the night before and the streets hadn’t been plowed yet. I had worked the night shift the day before and unfortunately opened the store this morning because I was covering for another employee who had called in sick. Coffee, donuts and the freezing weather were the only things that kept me awake because I had not been able to get enough sleep. We were not busy so I went outside for a smoke. A couple minutes passed by and I noticed a car pulling into the parking lot and it sound like there was something wrong with it, it was making an unusual grinding and squealing noise. It sounded as if the belt was rubbing against some metal part or the pulley bearing had gone bad. As he got out of the car and was walking towards the store I put my cigarette out and threw it in the overflowing cigarette disposal. The man was in a very nice suit and was clean shaved with his hair slicked back but looked tired and seemed like he had been on the road for a while. He proceeded to walk in the store; I walked in with him and asked if he needed any help. He told me that he was from out of town and was trying to get to his daughters house but the car kept making the squealing noise and he was worried if there was something major wrong with the car and if he would even be able to make it to her...
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...Oscar Islas Professor Preasmyer Persuasive Writing 26 January, 2013 My Morning (Ex 14.11) I have a really hard time waking up in the morning, so I put on three alarms to wake me up. I put one on at 7:30am just too kind of get me shaken-up and be aware that it’s time to be up. Then I put another one at 7:40am to remind me to wake up again, if this alarm goes on it usually because I am still in bed. The third alarm I put on goes off at 7:45am. Now, if this alarm goes on I literally jump out of my bed and race my way to class, but I usually never wait that that long. The time I am usually up is 7:40am. When I get up I just lay there for a couple minutes and gather my thoughts. I like to run things through my head that I need to get done in the day. After I am done processing my thoughts and know what I have to get done today I reach over to my desk and grab my phone. I check all my social media before I get up from my bed. I check my Facebook notifications, and reply to anything friends comment on my status updates. After my Facebook quick check, I scroll through my Twitter and see what the popular trends are for the day. Usually it tells me the breaking news or anything that is happening in the world. Then I check my Instagram feed, instagram is a social media where friends you follow post pictures and edit them with awesome photo effects. Lastly, I check my emails. I usually hope and pray one of my professors cancel class but that never happens. When I am done checking...
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...BSBCUS501C Manage Quality Customer Service Assessment 1 – Project: Morning Star Bakery case study Customer service plan 1. Introduction: Morning Star Bakery is a long term established bakery located in Strathfield. Morning Star started with a traditional business model of hot bread shop, which is composed of on-site manufacturing and bread retailing. With over 35 years in the market serving fresh and quality bread to customers. 2. Business Overview: Morning Star Bakery adopted the emerging business model of café bakery and started serving coffee, variety of tea, soft drinks and assorted snacks such as sausage roll, meat pies and croissants. 3. Mission Statement: We provide the fresh and quality bakery to our customer every day. 4. Vision Statement: To be number one in bakery industry in Strathfield. 5. Product Standards Product Standards for Morning Star | | Teas | Coffees | Juices/Smoothies | Description of standard | Variety of teas with premium grade. | Intention all the processes. | Fresh every day and more health. | Category | beverage | beverage | beverage | Pricing (range) | $4 | Small $ 3Large $ 4 | Small $ 6.5Large $ 7.5 | Product Standards for Morning Star | | Buns | Breads | Snacks | Description of standard | Fresh every day. | Fresh every day. | Fresh every day. | Category | Food | Food | Food | Pricing (range) | $1.8-4.00 | $1.30-6.00 | $1.8-4.00 | 6. Customer definition * Internal Customer: An internal...
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...We won the finished that round with 81 points. The next time we go back on we go against Perry Valley. We won again with 86 points and not only did we get a trophy we also get to go to Washington D.C for the championship. After the competition everybody was taking pictures of me and interviewing me, let's just say I did not enjoy it. In the middle of a interview Claire tells them how she’s my best friend but everyone knows thats a lie. Once everyone emptied out of the studio we decided we would stop and get dinner. The next morning my mom walks into my room with a newspaper but once I saw it I was upset. It was a great little paragraph about our school and how we won, but there was just one problem I was the only person in that article there wasn’t even a team picture on it. At school Mr. D tells us that Friday will be quiz team day and the whole school will get pizza and pop. Then he tells us we will practice every day after school and for half a day on Saturday. Since this championship teams get to consist of six people we will take another test and go by the six that get the most points. Before practice I start naming reasons why I don’t think I...
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...birth of Mandy Masters in 1961, the doctor whispered to her mother that she didn’t have to keep her. Mandy was one of over 10,000 babies born globally with a disability caused by the drug Thalidomide. Born without arms, she was given a life expectancy of no more than 19 years; now at age 54, Mandy is starting to feel the painful effects of her life-long compensation for her disability (Cawley, 2013). Thalidomide was originally produced by the German pharmaceutical company Grunenthal, as an anticonvulsant. Early tests showed that the drug was inadequate for this purpose but had sedative properties. The drug was later used as a sleeping pill and prescribed to pregnant women to treat morning sickness. When the damage...
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...Morning Beach It is early in the morning and the sky is still dim. The immured beach is quiet besides a flock of seagulls pecking at leftover food wrappers. The yellow, phosphorescent sunrise emerges in the distance. The warm, glowing rays greet me with a friendly hello. Miles of shimmering blue water and brown sugar sand encompass me. As I walk along blanket of sand, along the shore, my footprints show my path and are quickly washed away by the waves, turning the shore into a blank canvas. The crashing waves splash my skin feels as refreshing as an ice cold drink on a summer day. The howling wind whistles along the beach like an arriving train as I return to the main area. The rhythmically pounding waves sound peaceful. I walk to a long strip of shops to admire their exquisite commodities. Small, beachfront shops prepare for the day’s customers who will rummage through their merchandise. Key-holders set the seaside products outside their shops. Fashionable clothes and jewelry are propped in the windows, beside brightly colored seashells. I smell fresh coffee and pastries as I pass a Starbucks Coffee shop. As I continue my morning stroll, I only see joggers along the usually busy sidewalks of Clearwater Avenue. I head back to the beach. Some friends play a competitive game of Frisbee near the beach’s pier. The soft blanket of sand cushions one of the adolescents as he reaches high and then dives for the disk. I look to my left and hear the beach is now filled with...
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...Good morning Kighe iuh kjfeg oie f iouy fg efoi ef ooiu efoiu fe oiu gvfoi dfvoi foi dfovi dfovi sdoi dsoi sdoi vsdoi vso sodiodi di oid oids vosd oisd voids fvoisd fvois dfvoi dfoisdoi vl fdvoi doi oi eoi ureoi reoi o ofi oif osd foi dsfvoi dfvoi dfoi vud iosid oidfoi dfoiu dfoi dfoi dsgiu odis fgoi ufdgoi dfi udsoi dog sufo dfgo uidfoi udsgoif usdoiu sdoifu doiu dsfoi udfoi udgoiu dsoifu dsfoiu dsfoiu dfo dfoi udfgoi udfgoi udsfoi dfgsoi udfoi dfgoi dfsoiu dfgoi udsfgoi udfoi udfgoi dfgoi dfgoiu fdgoiu dfgoiu fgoi udfo fdgiu siufdiyfd ovoib iuis fdio ufso sfd uoidfpoi fdoiu dfpou ifdoiu dfvpi udf ofdioufio fdiou fdioufdvioufvdiou fvdioufvoiufvdoiufdfdi iou f oipdfv iodf odiu doiv doiv fdoivdiv voifdoioivu voi fvoi fviov u odifvu doivu dovudoivudoiv odifvodifvoidvu ovudoiv ufi. Kighe iuh kjfeg oie f iouy fg efoi ef ooiu efoiu fe oiu gvfoi dfvoi foi dfovi dfovi sdoi dsoi sdoi vsdoi vso sodiodi di oid oids vosd oisd voids fvoisd fvois dfvoi dfoisdoi vl fdvoi doi oi eoi ureoi reoi o ofi oif osd foi dsfvoi dfvoi dfoi vud iosid oidfoi dfoiu dfoi dfoi dsgiu odis fgoi ufdgoi dfi udsoi dog sufo dfgo uidfoi udsgoif usdoiu sdoifu doiu dsfoi udfoi udgoiu dsoifu dsfoiu dsfoiu dfo dfoi udfgoi udfgoi udsfoi dfgsoi udfoi dfgoi dfsoiu dfgoi udsfgoi udfoi udfgoi dfgoi dfgoiu fdgoiu dfgoiu fgoi udfo fdgiu siufdiyfd ovoib iuis fdio ufso sfd uoidfpoi fdoiu dfpou ifdoiu dfvpi udf ofdioufio fdiou fdioufdvioufvdiou fvdioufvoiufvdoiufdfdi iou f oipdfv iodf odiu doiv doiv fdoivdiv voifdoioivu voi...
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...The Morning Devours the Human Spirit Barry Dempster’s, “ The Morning Devours,” is a poem that is based on the life that surrounds him. His description of the setting is a key part in the poem, because he is explaining what events take place around him, and how eventually everything that happens in life gets “devoured” in the end, so we should escape our dreaded lives while we can and do something we love. We are scared to go against the system, and so we end up conforming to society. The poem creates a feeling of despair as the main theme centralizes on a universal event that occurs in each of our lives; a cycle of the same routines and rituals that we experience each day trapping us in a feeling of helplessness. It is evident from the first stanza the tone in which the poem will take as Dempster uses similes and figurative language to create a mood of hopelessness. For instance, Dempster compares the movement of the wind outside the house to a predatory bird (Dempster, 1. 1-2). This simile creates the illusion of an aggressive noise and an unpleasant atmosphere to awake to. Furthermore, the poet uses figurative language to depict the rays of sunlight streaming through the room by describing “the sun leaping through windows like a tiger” (1. 5-6). In most cases sunlight symbolizes hope and warmth, however, by comparing the rays of light to the fierceness of a tiger, the reader gets the impression that the sunlight does not signal the hope of another morning and a fresh start...
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...sea. Being hungry himself, Adrian made his way to the kitchen. His parents always waited for him, breakfast ready and in normal routine. He loved my parents more than anything. Sometimes he’d stay up late at night., wondering what he would do if suddenly they weren't there to greet him in the morning. What if one day he woke up, went to the kitchen, and saw no one? No Dad. No Mom. No little Skye. Just him. All alone. That wasn’t the case today, though. He walked into the kitchen and there they were, already awake, radiant in the morning light that poured in through the perfectly clear glass. His dad had his computer tablet in his arm and was going through files, while his mom was standing at the stove, making pancakes. Little Skye was in her high chair, giggling every time a bubble she made with her mouth popped. Adrian chuckled at the amused baby, then took his own seat, causing his dad to look up from his tablet. "Good morning, Adrian,” his dad said warmly. His voice was ocean deep. It had the calming effect of a gentle tide. His face made a steady transition to his neck, which flowed to his rippling shoulders. His eyes were blue as the ocean and as deep as an abyss. "Good morning," he replied. Adrian wished his voice was as low as his father’s. At eighteen, he was pretty sure his voice was done getting lower, though. "How do you feel, sweetheart?" his mother asked. Her voice was gentle, soft, elegant. Her words came out gracefully. It was like her voice was made for his...
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...It was a wet morning in Pune, as the drizzling was spread throughout the city, trucks and cars drove fast on the road as cockroaches and ants, I was sitting in an auto, thinking about the excitement level, inside me. How it use to go, high up in the sky, when I had first came here, and how much, deep under the ground it was now; The cracking and vibrating sound of the auto was constantly ragging through my ears, as the auto-driver dragged the auto tiredly on the upward sloping road ; he arithmetically accelerated again and moved it on to the complex gate, to stop. I paid him the money, and he left as quickly as he came. I walked over to the building, where my friend lived, and went straight to the flat on the 10th floor; Lali , his cook and cleaner, let me in and went back to his work; I walked over to the bed room and saw three guys on the bed; they all had their faces covered in their own blankets; The one closest to me, moved and shook it off. It was my friend Garry. He opened his eyes, and pointedly asked for two minutes. I told him to take his time, and came out in the balcony. I thought 'How all these years I had seen people pass out, graduate, and start their post graduation like my friend Garry, 'How I had been stuck in a college, with a course, I had no interest in' 'How I kept moving towards...
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