Today, I learned and memorized many prepositions. I have to take a test on them tomorrow. In the end, I will have fifty prepositions memorized, but we only test seventeen at a time. I have the first forty memorized as of now. I understand which words are prepositions, but I don't really understand what they are or what they do.
I understand that a prepositional phrase modifies a noun or verb, and that there are prepositional phrases used as either an adverb or an adjective. But I really don't get what the difference is. So I'm going to look it up on the internet tonight and hopefully come to school tomorrow with full knowledge of what prepositions are and do.
It was a cold fall morning in the year 1325, with fierce wind that whipped around my mangled brown hair. Rain was pounding down, but I still had to work in my small English village. Oh, how I wish I could be back in my tiny hut! Although wasn't much warmer in there than it was out here, the thin walls kept out most of the wind and rain. "Oh no!" I thought as my steward, Tom William, rounded the corner. He was an arrogant man with long brown hair and cruel green eyes. He thinks of us peasants as nuisances. I'm sure that if he had it his way, he would kill us all and sell the land we lived on. He rarely spoke to a peasant, so when he called me over, I nearly fell over in shock. "Yes, Sir?" I managed to stammer. "I need you to go to town with me," he replied with no further explanation. The idea obviously disgusted him, and he made no effort to hide that. "Of course. But, why me?" I asked as loudly as I could manage. "It must be you! Don't ask questions, just do as you're told!" he barked. In reply, I asked yet another question, "When?" He pondered this for a moment before ordering, "Now! Go pack your things up and come right back here!" I nod as I rushed back to my hut to get my things.
When I get to my hut, I'm pleased to see my five-year-old little sister sitting on our only straw mattress eating a small piece of bread. She's more mature than other girls her age. She looks different, too. She doesn't have the regular brown hair and green eyes, she has light blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. Since our mother died giving birth to her, she never had a name. My little sister had been through way too much tragedy for a five-year-old. Our father was a thief, so he was publicly executed soon after our mother died. We were left orphaned with no one willing to care for us. Tom William had told me that if I couldn't do all my work and take care of my sister, then we would both be killed. I usually leave my sister home to cook and clean our hut and a few other peasants huts. She makes a decent profit off of her housekeeping business, so I don't make her work in the fields. I take care of my parents old jobs as well as my sister's and my own.
"I have to leave for a little while," I told my sister, attempting to hide my fear for her sake. Unfortunately, she noticed my unease and frowned. She looked at me for a moment, her dark brown eyes seemed to read my mind. She smiled and silently came toward me. She held my hand and said, "You'll be okay. I'll pack your things, you just sit down." I didn't object My sister finished packing up all my stuff in under a minute.
Many kings and popes in the Middle Ages didn't get along well at all. They both wanted more power than the other. They often didn't agree and fought over whose idea was best. In the early Middle Ages, the pope was more powerful because he supposedly had the power to excommunicate people whenever he wanted to. In the late Middle Ages, kings were more powerful because the church was mainly ran by bishops instead of popes.
I think if the kings and popes had just gotten along and compromised on things they didn't agree on, their kingdom would have prospered. Although many popes and kings fought, some kings, such as Charlemagne, did get along with the pope. They shared power equally and the kingdom under their rule was the most powerful it had ever been. The Middle Ages would have been much better if all kings had cooperated, like Charlemagne had.
I'm in need of a trained samurai warrior to defend my land. This samurai must be a skilled swordsman. My samurai must be willing to follow all the rules of Bushido. Including, but not limited to, being willing to die if you dishonor me in any way. You must be completely and entirely loyal to me. In exchange for your work, you will provided with a small plot of land and enough food to live off of.
As well as being a trained warrior, you must also be able to do things to calm and focus your mind. You will be required to write beautiful haiku poems, arrange flowers, and meditate. You will not be able to got to theaters or other public events because they are below you. Everyone must respect you, and if they don't they will be arrested. If you believe you meet these expectations, please contact me for your interview.
I wish I could say something noble and meaningful about what Valentines Day means to me, but I'm going to be honest. I really love all the candy, flowers, and other stuff that comes along with this holiday. I love getting and giving out Valentines day cards. Who doesn't love all that stuff?
But, as well as the superficial stuff that I love, I also enjoy how happy everyone always seems to be on Valentines Day. Everyone and everything seems a little bit brighter and happier. In conclusion, Valentines Day can mean a variety of different things, but to me, the happy atmosphere and the sweet little gifts are what makes Valentines Day speacial.
This quarter, my grades are going alright, but they're not quite as good as I'd like them to be. I only have A+'s in four subjects. I have regular A's in two classes, one A-, and one B+. So, I need to bring all my grades up to at least regular A's. I need to work on two classes.
I have the A- in science, and the only way I can bring that up is to get an A+ on my next test. I have the B+ in math, but I re-did a bunch of my homework and that should bring it up to an A.
I was just returning home after a long day of grueling work in the fields, when I saw smoke that seemed to be over my village. I began to sprint toward my home, but it's much too late to do anything to save anyone. My village was on fire, and off in the distance, I could see narrow, single-sailed ships. The Vikings had raided my village. Surely they hadn't left anyone alive.
My family and friends were all either dead, or to be sold into slavery. Whichever way, I would never see them again. Not to mention, I now have absolutely nothing. My house and possessions have been burned beyond repair. Nothing in my entire village could be salvaged. I have to figure out what to do. But, is there anything I can do? Is my miserable life even worth living?
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