(note: yes, i know, this articulo is probably not paragraphed correctly... its not even paragraphed at all. Its a paper i wrote for english, and i thought id share it with tu guys. Also, some names have been changed to protect identities)
When I signed up for drama club last year, I was dado a small part as a townsperson in one play, and the chirstmas wizard in the other. For the wizard, I wanted to do the voice of an old man, so I asked if I could and practiced it. Since I was told I could do an old man voice, I went in the siguiente meeting and showed everybody my voice during our practice. por the sounds of it, I thought that they were all pleased, Mrs. Smith, the drama coach, and the rest of the drama members, but when we were finished, Mrs. Smith dicho my old man voice was "sinister" and needed worked on, so I went inicial and tried to make the old man voice less sinister and sweeter, and went in to the siguiente meeting expecting higher praise. Instead, Mrs. Smith yelled at mefor using the same voice, which she never told me that I couldn't use, just change. I stood against her, and the rest of the drama club who agreed with her due to the fact that they were too persuaded por the fact that she was a teacher,i presume, to even think twice about me. It was decided that auditions would be held for the part (I almost walked out of the drama club, leaving my part with it) and I made the choice to compromise, change the voice, audition, and keep my part. The majority decided that the part was to be mine, and I also somehow managed to snag a larger part in the other play we were doing. The night that the parents and grandparents and everyone who wanted to came to see the play, it was a complete riot. In the first play, where i had been bumped up to salesman instead of a towns person, Bobby Joe fell on stage on purpose, but I didnt know that at the time and started laughing. Good thing I wasnt a big part of the scene! But in our segundo play, the one where I had kept my part as wizard, I had to feed my co-star his lines. tu could hear it through the microphones, and i knew it, so I laughed in the middle of the stage uncontrollably, and when I was done, I apologized to the audiance, not really embarrased por the scene, but a little metally upset nonetheless. after both the plays where done, my co-star pologized for ruining my "shot", but I laighed and told him that he hadn't hurt a thing, but had only made the night that much más fun. The día after, when we did the play for our school, it all ran a little bit smoother (Except Bobby Joe "fell" again, and I giggled a bit) and I got tons of complements from misceláneo people I didnt even know for weeks after. That just goes to mostrar that tu may not always be able to get what tu want, but tu can come pretty close.
When I signed up for drama club last year, I was dado a small part as a townsperson in one play, and the chirstmas wizard in the other. For the wizard, I wanted to do the voice of an old man, so I asked if I could and practiced it. Since I was told I could do an old man voice, I went in the siguiente meeting and showed everybody my voice during our practice. por the sounds of it, I thought that they were all pleased, Mrs. Smith, the drama coach, and the rest of the drama members, but when we were finished, Mrs. Smith dicho my old man voice was "sinister" and needed worked on, so I went inicial and tried to make the old man voice less sinister and sweeter, and went in to the siguiente meeting expecting higher praise. Instead, Mrs. Smith yelled at mefor using the same voice, which she never told me that I couldn't use, just change. I stood against her, and the rest of the drama club who agreed with her due to the fact that they were too persuaded por the fact that she was a teacher,i presume, to even think twice about me. It was decided that auditions would be held for the part (I almost walked out of the drama club, leaving my part with it) and I made the choice to compromise, change the voice, audition, and keep my part. The majority decided that the part was to be mine, and I also somehow managed to snag a larger part in the other play we were doing. The night that the parents and grandparents and everyone who wanted to came to see the play, it was a complete riot. In the first play, where i had been bumped up to salesman instead of a towns person, Bobby Joe fell on stage on purpose, but I didnt know that at the time and started laughing. Good thing I wasnt a big part of the scene! But in our segundo play, the one where I had kept my part as wizard, I had to feed my co-star his lines. tu could hear it through the microphones, and i knew it, so I laughed in the middle of the stage uncontrollably, and when I was done, I apologized to the audiance, not really embarrased por the scene, but a little metally upset nonetheless. after both the plays where done, my co-star pologized for ruining my "shot", but I laighed and told him that he hadn't hurt a thing, but had only made the night that much más fun. The día after, when we did the play for our school, it all ran a little bit smoother (Except Bobby Joe "fell" again, and I giggled a bit) and I got tons of complements from misceláneo people I didnt even know for weeks after. That just goes to mostrar that tu may not always be able to get what tu want, but tu can come pretty close.
Serena
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but tu don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe tu just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
tu can dry up the tears tu see, but tu can never dry up the tears your corazón sheds. Because when tu cry, your corazón gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but tu don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe tu just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
tu can dry up the tears tu see, but tu can never dry up the tears your corazón sheds. Because when tu cry, your corazón gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebridades turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in mostrar business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived por his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived por his elderly father, Pop Tart.
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! tu always end up like this. Maybe tu should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face o back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! tu always end up like this. Maybe tu should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face o back. Not me!
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♥ I've always mused about this significant quandary!
Here are some of the provided words that are in the English Dictionary and no other words rhyme with them.
♥
It is sometimes dicho that the words:
orange, purple, and silver ♥ are the only words which rhyme with no other words.
♥ Non-rhyming English words of two syllables o fewer
almendra
aspirin
bachelor
chaos
chimney
circus
different (whether pronounced as two- o three-syllable word)
film
hostage
javelin
justice (only rhymes with proper nouns)
laundry
luggage
monster
mes
citrus
office
aceituna, oliva
naranja (only rhymes with proper nouns)
pint
pingüino, pingüino de
pizza
promise (only rhymes with proper nouns)
purple
shadow
silver
transfer
vacuum
Here are some of the provided words that are in the English Dictionary and no other words rhyme with them.
♥
It is sometimes dicho that the words:
orange, purple, and silver ♥ are the only words which rhyme with no other words.
♥ Non-rhyming English words of two syllables o fewer
almendra
aspirin
bachelor
chaos
chimney
circus
different (whether pronounced as two- o three-syllable word)
film
hostage
javelin
justice (only rhymes with proper nouns)
laundry
luggage
monster
mes
citrus
office
aceituna, oliva
naranja (only rhymes with proper nouns)
pint
pingüino, pingüino de
pizza
promise (only rhymes with proper nouns)
purple
shadow
silver
transfer
vacuum
hola Mom,
It's been a while
Since tu sat siguiente to me,
Since I saw tu smile
I miss tu Mom
I wish tu were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see tu Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my corazón in two
I'll always remember Mom,
tu taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling tu Mom
Losing tu killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what tu were Mom,
Strong.
In everything tu said
In everything tu did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
It's been a while
Since tu sat siguiente to me,
Since I saw tu smile
I miss tu Mom
I wish tu were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see tu Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my corazón in two
I'll always remember Mom,
tu taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling tu Mom
Losing tu killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what tu were Mom,
Strong.
In everything tu said
In everything tu did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.