Lesson Learned

A lesson I learned from when I was little was breaking the window in my room. My dad always told me not to be throwing anything near the window ever since i was 6. But this happened at the age of 9, I learned my lesson by always doing chores and having to clean the house and backyard. It was tiering but I always seemed to get it done. Now that I'm older if I ever break something my dad says "Its not getting fixed until you pay for it." So now I always worry about something breaking because my parents won't help me anymore.

Commas

My father, had left our house, in the midst of a fight between Lindsey and my mother. My mother, was trying to get Lindsey to go with her to the Y to swim. Without thinking Lindsey had blared, "I'd rather die!" at the top of her lungs. My father watched as my mother froze, then burst fleeing to their bedroom to wail behind the door. He quietly tucked his notebook in his jacket pocket, took the car keys off the hook by the back door and snuck out.

Literary Elements: Taks Practice 3

Satire - A literary work holding up human vices and follies to ridicule or scorn.

Irony - A pretense of ignorance and of willingness to learn from another assumed in order to make the other's false conceptions conspicuous by adroit questioning.

Analogy - Inference that if two two or more things agree with one another in some respects they will prob. agree in others.

Foreshadowing - To represent, indicate, or typify beforehand.

Figurative Language

Figurative - Departing from a literal use of words.

Figure of Speech - A word or phrase used in a non-literal sense to add rhetorical force to a spoken or written passage.

Imagery - Visually descriptive or figurative language.

Trope - A figurative or metaphorical use of a word or expression.

Figurative Language - A distinction in traditional system of analyzing language.

All of these definitions have to do with speaking or writing, but using certain words to express your sentence more.

Your Childhood Neighborhood

As the old man approached my friends and me, I noticed he was a little gibberish and shaky. I was wondering why he was walking up to us, he looked like if he was in trouble. If you could see how he looked, he was wearing a torn shirt, ripped jeans, and also was barefoot. I wanted to ask him if there was anything I could do to help him, but he answered back with a no. He continued to walk around, walking up to people just staring at them.
I got on my bicycle and went riding around threw the park to see what all was happening. For some time now I didn't really see the guy anymore, could it be that he found somewhere to be or to go. I continued to go threw the park looking for him, I still wondered about him and why he was just so paranoid. As it was getting dark I decided it was time for me to go home, on my way home I noticed someone from a far distance. It was the guy that had came up to me.
I just kept staring, knowing that he could tell that i was looking towards him. I got home and went straight to my room. I went to lay down on my bed and tried to get some rest. As I was barely getting up I heard something fall. I grabbed my flashlight and went outside to see what it was. As paranoid as I was already I thought it could have been the stranger. I mean who would be out at 2am in the morning. I stood behind the car trying to see who it was.
All I could see was some one wearing all black, think it could have been a robber. I shined the light on him and unable to control my scream I yelled. The guy came running up to me saying "Whats wrong!". I took off running in towards the front door. For it being dark I could not see where I was going, I had tripped over a tool box hitting my head on the concrete. When I gained my memory back everything was blurry, seeing the shadow above me it started to get clear.
If you where wondering who it could have been, it was kind of mysterious. It turned out to be my dad taking out the trash at this time.