The Time Machine – A Vocabulary Adventure
A vocabulary assignment the likes of which you have never heard of. A wonder of wordsmithiness, a parable of palabras (that’s spanish for ‘words’). This assignment will leave you with a better understanding of the terms in this chapter than you could ever hope for if you worked alone. And you may see yourself as working alone anyway.
Here is the drill:
Part I – The work you have to do. Look up the words, list them, chart them, graph them, draw them. However you want to satisfy the basic vocabulary assignment will be fine.
Part II – The work you have to share. Pick any three words from the list to post to this blog.
Part III – The story you have to write. Write a story using at least seven words from all of the Chapter 1 words. Show us you can use the words. Wanna use more than seven words in your story? Get extra points!!
PART I – The work you have to do.
Start with vocabulary.
Here is the list of vocabulary words for Chapter 1.
List A – (Due Friday November 3): expound, recondite, trammelo, earnest, controvert, fecundity, pensive, spasmodic, anachronism, anecdote
List B – (Due Wednesday November 8): askew, eddy, stupor, incredulous, solemnly, dimension, geometry, time, transitory, adroitBONUS – Rhetoric (This word is not in the book. Word and definition will be fine.)
The assignment requirements are the same as they ever were; in order to get an -A- on this part of the assignment, satisfy these requirements:
- Word & Part of Speech (25 pts) – You need both of these.
- Synonym, or Antonym, or Other Language (25 pts)- You need one of these. If you use an antonym, label it as such.
- Word Used in a Sentence from the Book (25 pts)- DO NOT WRITE YOUR OWN. For some terms you will find more than one sentence to use. Use the one you prefer.
- Definition (25 pts) – NOT ANY definition . . . Use the definition that matches the way it is used in the text.
PART II – The work you have to share.
Continue with a decision and sharing.
Which three words will you share with the group? You must share the entire vocabulary entry (numbers 1-4 from above).
- Students whose last names begin with the letters A – M must pick words from List A.
- Students whose last names begin with the letters N – Z must pick words from List B.
YOUR THREE WORDS MUST BE POSTED BY 11/10.
THEN, November 11 – November 13 – Visit the blog regularly.
Post to the blog any confusion you may have about words.
- Words that you are confused about, others can help you with. Accept their help.
- Ask for help. Be specific about what you need to know.
- Offer Help. Be open to help. Look at others posts about words.
PART III – The story you have to write.
Conclude with a story of your very own creation.
NOVEMBER 13 TO NOVEMEBR 15, Write a short story using 7 words from all of the Chapter 1 words.
- November 13
- Write a rough draft of a short (very shor) story.
- Your Short Story must include all PLOT elements.
- Share your story with others in school and at home: parents, friends, classmates you are not necessarily friends with at school, group members
- The story does not have to be any longer than the front of a page
- November 14 – in class grade – have your rough draft
- Proof/edit the draft in class
- Share your story with group members.
- Final Draft it tonight
- November 15
- Post your short story to the blog.
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PART I – 100 Points possible
- 100 Points – 4 of 4 requirements satisfied
- 75 Points – 3 of 4 requirements satisfied
- 50 Points – 2 of 4 requirements satisfied
- 25 Points – 1 of 4 requirements satisfied
- 0 Points – 0 of 4 requirements satisfied
PART II – 100 Points possible
- 100 Points – 3 terms have been posted and help has either been offered or taken
- 75 Points – 3 terms have been posted
- 50 Points – 2 terms have been posted
- 25 Points – 1 term has been posted
- 0 Points – 0 terms are posted
PART III – 60 Points possible
Your score here will be derived using the rubric found at the Read-Write-Think website. Go check it out, OR cut and paste the following link into another window or tab to see the rubric.
http://www.readwritethink.org/lesson_images/lesson116/NarrativeRubric.pdf
Stupor
P.O.S.-noun
Synonym-trance
Sentence-The psychologist recovered from his stupor.
Definition-daze
Solemnly
P.O.S.-adverb
Synonym-earnestly
Sentence-I caught Filby’s eye over the shoulder of the medical man,and he winked at me solemnly.
Definition-not humorously
Time
P.O.S.-noun
Synonym-duration
Sentence-I resolved I would make the descent without further waste of time,and started out in the early morning towards a well near the ruins of granite and aluminum.
Definition-period
I can’t find the sentence for transitory in the text.Does anyone know where it is?
Vocabulary Story
My story is kind of long.
There once was a teenage girl, 16, by the name of Nor. She always had a pensive expression on her face as she staggered, tree by tree, in search of the perfect place to rest from her long journey. She had just escaped from the region of her country, under control of her father. As she came across a few enchanted animals, she began expounding what she was searching for. “Excuse me,” she had said as a start to each individual. “This may be a bit recondite, but would you happen to know where I could find a place,free of the trammel of trees?”
After asking many animals, they were only able to controvert her of a reply. Nor, vexed but thankful for their assistance and incredulous of ever finding what she had dreamed about, ever since she was 6, wandered on. But little did she know, that all of her luck was about to change. Exhausted and about to rest for the day, unsuccessful of finding her answer, she sighed and leaped into a tree. Sitting on one of the branches, looking over the forest, she began talking to herself. “Why…I was so strong before…” she said as she looked at her waist, where a concealed sword layed.
Suddenly, an unrecognizable voice answered her from above. “I think you still are. You may have grown weak in skill, but your determination is as strong as ever,” the voice said. As Nor recovered from her stupor, she glanced to where the voice came from. There, adroitly gazing while laying on his stomach on the branch above her, was a teenage boy, no older than 20. “I can tell you the answer that you seek,” he told her. They talked and got reaquanted The young man’s name was Racaro, a childhood friend.
He told her the way to the open field,then jumped down from the tree and walked away. Afterward, she jumped down and started walking. With a smile on her face, toward the area which he described, and as she thought of it, her freedom.
ONCE THERE WAS A VERY [PENSIVE] GIRL, NAMED BRIEANNA WHO WAS DOING HER [GEOMETRY] HOMEWORK,VERY QUIETLY ON HER DESK.WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN AN [EDDY] CAME FROM HER CLOSET, A STRONG WIND WAS DRAGGING HER ALL THE WAY TO THE CLOSET AND SHE COULDNT ESCAPE.SHE STARTED SCREAMING HER LONGUES OUT BUT IT SEEM LIKE NO ONE COULD HEAR HER. ON HER MIND SHE WAS THINKING “WHAT IS THIS AM I TRAVELING THROUGH [TIME?] NO I MUST BE DREAMING.” SHE WAS FLYING AROUND IN CIRCLES WHEN SHE HIT A HARD ROCKY FLOOR. “WHAT IS THIS?” SHE SAID TO HERSELF AS SHE WAS STANDING UP. “IS THIS THE FOURTH [DIMENSION?]” “NO IT CANT BE!” AS SHE WALKED AROUND TRYING TO FIND IF SHE COULD SEE SOMEONE SHE NEW, BUT NOTHING OR NO ONE SEEMED NOTICEABLE.HOURS PAST TRYING TO FIND SOMEONE WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN ANOTHER WHIRLPOOL CAME “OH NO,NOT AGAIN!” SHE SCREAMED. BUT THIS TIME SHE END UP BACK IN HER ROOM. AS SOON AS SHE GOT THERE SHE GOT UP AND RAN DOWN THE STAIRS LOOKING FOR HER MOM, WHEN SHE FINALLY SAW HER SHE SAID “MOM I HAVE SOMTHING TO TELL YOU!” “WHAT IS IT HONEY?” HER MOM ASKED WORRIED. BRIEANNA TOLD HER ABOUT WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED BUT HER MOM WOULDNT BELIEVE HER THEY BOTH STARTED TO [CONTROVERT] AND BRIEANNA KEPT INSISTING SHE [EXPOUNDED] UNTIL HER MOM WOULD BELIEVE HER. BUT HER MOM WAS JUST AN [INCREDOLOUS] PERSON WHO JUT WOULDNT BELIEVE HER, SO SHE RAN UP HER ROOM AND STARTED TO CRY “WHY WONT MY MOM BELIEVE ME?” SHE SAID.
AND THATS WHAT HAPPENED TO BRIEANNA!!!
This is my story
As I walked through the valley where I harvest my grain, I saw some very RECONDITE markings on the ground.I went to the kitchen to tell my mom. I EXPOUNDED it as best as I could to her.She started to CONTROVERT against what I said.
So, I left the kitchen because she didn’t beleive me.She said “Tim, your story is very ASKEW and INCREDULOUS”.I then told my friend Matt the story.He looked at me solemnly and said that he would take a look.When he saw the markings, he said “They look very ANACHRONISMIC”.He also said that they must have been made by a U.F.O.
We don’t know what made those markings, but we went home with our heads filled with questions.In my room that night, I looked through the window.ZOOM!!!I was startled and then I saw it.It, it…was a U.F.O. The lights were very bright, and I fell to the ground.I blacked out. The next morning, I told all my friends what I saw that night.They were amazed and stood there in a STUPOR.
THE GREAT FEUD
I was listening to the radio when out of the blue they were giving away tickets to Rome. You know how fast I jumped on that offer faster than you can say-caller number 9! I was spasmodic and acting very trammel like as I was trying to tell my parents the good news but it came out in some geometrical code. My parents were quite confused and they thought my anecdote wasn’t over so they set me down and demanded an expound. I knew they wanted to find out what my recondite was. I looked at them solemnly with a certain eddying in my eyes and told them we were heading to Rome! Then I was thinking about what I would do first maybe head to my relatives houses and learn more about Rome, ancient ruins and I paused. “Who would I be taking”!That next day at school didn’t go so well. My friends had approached me in a transitory manner. “Congrats dude we are going to have so much fun like food, site seeing and-you aren’t going.” My friends pause in a stupor way they were shocked then just walked away. As I chased afterwards they were incredulous to talk to me. That night my parents were pensive about Rome ,to bad I wasn’t. They were lost in there earnestness as I heard someone thrashing about up stairs. Suddenly that eddying mood went into a stupor mode. As I ran up to my room I’d noticed that my room has been destroyed. My windows are bashed, my bed was askew and my radio is missing? I knew that was one thing I couldn’t anachronism today or ever. I was un-adroit to talk the rest of the night the next day at school things got worse. I found my radio though it was in a tree at school? Then I had a idea of who had done it. As I approached my friends they became to laugh…hysterically, at me. They had said “That’s for not taking us to Rome!” I knew I had to do something about this. I began to controvert things between me and my parents that night and I had another idea! I wish I could go back in time or escape through a parallel dimension but my parents gave me a “are you serious” gesture. I had a fecundity of ideas but only one was the right thing to. The next day at school my friends were surprised that I even had enough courage to walk up to them. I gave them all 70 dollars. They asked “What’s this”? “well I was thinking about how you guys cant go and I thought about how much money it was… well you know the tickets. So I thought why not sell them on eBay so I can go in peace and you guys don’t have me to hold you down and you guys can go to the mall all week. That’s how the great feud was resolved.
THE END
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sorry, made some mistake with story, hope you still understand it.
The new arrival to mysteria lane(the clean version)
Beca was an ordinary 21st cenrty wife, she cooked, she cleaned, minded her 10 kids, runned the p.t.o and catered to her husband every needs.
Recently she joined the church choir, and by the time she was finished with her day,she had no time for a bit of the under the sheet action.
Now there came the change with her husband,He started comming home late, and when he was home it was as if he was in his own DIMENSION. beca soon became restless, and decide to follow him home from work one day. everything was going normal, he was driving staight home. Then he stoppeed at an outside bog. Okay beca thought, he just needs to tinkle. then the minutes went by, okay, maybe he needs to drop some logs. Then the hour approched, now this was ridiculos, beca had to investigate. But this was the mens blog, so when she was sure noone was looking she squeezed in.Beca was left in a STUPOR, for once inisde she saw no sisn of her husband,jim.Beca became PENSIVE and began EXPONDING this EARNEST matter in her head.All of sudden she had an erge to tinkle, so she did, but when it came time for her to flush the strangest thing happened. She found her self spinnig around eddly.She had bee sucked up in the toilet.At last she came to pause, and ther under a redwood, was wer husband with a humman like figure. Beca stood there INCREDULOUSLY, her jim had been cheating on her with some one from down the loo. Beca spasmodicly marched over to her husband. Her husband arose in amazement & quickly began exponding this RECONDITE mater.After waiting a moment to listen she soon relised the sick content of what her husband was doing. he had been cheating or her with her with the past her.boy they have al ot to CONTROVERT about when they got home.
(and that is why the moved to mysteria lane)
One day my friend and I went to the zoo. We were walking around and then we saw a 3-DIMENSIONAL animal named the gorilla. I EXPOUNDED that gorillas originally came form Africa, but my friend insisted that they came from Japan. We started CONTROVERTING about where the gorilla actually came from. The argument was TRANSITORY because my friend had an idea. We were going to travel back in TIME to see where the gorillas originally came form: Japan or Africa. I was INCREDULOUS when she said that, but once we got home she brought out a machine and we actually traveled back in time. The time machine was very RECONDITE, but eventually we figured out how to use it. It was awesome to see all the differences between then and now. My friend and I spent the rest our our day traveling back in time. We traveled back to when gorillas were first found (of course) and then we traveled all the way back to when dinosaurs were still in existence. At the end of the day, when we got back from time traveling, we were really exhausted. After all the time traveling, we found out that I was right. Gorillas did originally come from Africa. I knew I was right, but it was fun traveling anyway.
P.S. All the vocabulary words that I used are in CAPS.
I fingered the envelope ever so happily,and smiled with content.I had finally been invited to one of Allison’s parties!Allison was the richest girl in Ocean Bay High,and her parties were legend.
I went downstairs to talk to my mother and was immediately crestfallen by what she had to say.I folded my arms in an incredulous manner and sighed.I just had to go!If I didn’t,I’d be a loser and Allison would probably never invite me to one again.
If only my mother would see it that way.My mother.The trammel to my life.”You can’t go to a party that time at night!”she’d cried.”Maybe if it was in the morning,but a party beginning at eleven pm would ened at like what,one?I can’t allow it,Yolanda.””But mom,”I begged.”I can look after me now!Please?”
But there was no use trying to change mother’s mind.Not that it mattered.I was going with or without her permission.
The instant my clock said ten,I arranged my pillow and blankets adroitly,so it would appear that I was in bed.I plopped a wig on a large stuffed animal and put it on my pillow then put the covers over it for the finishing touch.There.I scanned for anything that looked askew.Nope.It looked like I was in bed,mom would never know,unless she threw the covers down.But mom didn’t check closely on me.
I had planned everything perfectly.I would walk to the party;Allison didn’t live that far away.I opened the window and climbed out,then lower myself onto the ground.I was just about to close the window when-
“Young lady!”An officer shone a flashlight into my face.”Did I just see you trying to break into this house?”
“No,no!”I said.”See,you dont understand,I li-“”Young lady,you will have to come with me to the station for an investigation.I will inform the homeowner of your actions.”
“No!You don’t understand,”I said as he dragged me to the front door.”Young lady,what is there to understand?This is not a recondite matter.You tried to break in and I caught you red handed.”
He rang the bell.”No I didn’t!I live here!Don’t get her out here!”
“What is all this ruckus?”my mother cried,opening the door.”Hello
officer.Yolanda?”
“Do you know her?”the officer asked.”She was trting to break into your house.””It’s alright officer,”my mother said.”She’s my daughter.”
The officer looked confused.”Did I miss something?”he said.”Why was she trying to break in?”My mother sighed and expounded to him everything about the party and how she wouldn’t let me go,while I stood there,humiliated.
Then the officer nodded and said”I’ll leave you to deal with her,”and left.I gulped.
My mother turned to me.”Get to bed,”she said solemnly.”We’ll discuss your punishment tommorow.”
?AMANDA S.WHERE’S YOUR STORY?
XOXOXOX,
nIkKi G’.
?Is the word-“GeOmEtRy” used CORRECT or INCORRECT?
REPLY………..
Last night, I sat at my desk and tried to conceive a thanksgiving poem for my English class, my lack of fecundity shocked me, I guess I lost my muse! I began to pensive about the deep meaning of Thanksgiving, and tried to expound the real meaning of Thanksgiving on paper, in a poetry like manner, but my muse was still lost!
So, I began to think. Then I remembered what I always used as a muse, music! So, I turned my Ipod on and began to solemnly write a poem about thanksgiving and that its purpose was to give thanks and be grateful for everything that we have. I felt my poem was earnest, and that there wouldn’t be anything to controvert about Thanksgiving with my fellow students.
As I pulled up to my grandma & grandpa’s house, I could see that there was lots of cars in the driveway. When, I walked in my Uncle Filby, was EXPOUNDING a RECONDITE matter to my grandpa about the forth-dimension. As always my intellgent, INCREDULOUS cousincame out of the living room & started to CONTROVERT over the matter.
He said,”The forth-dimension is nothing, but an EDDY of stars.” Uncle Filby who was GEOMETRY teacher said,”TIME is the forth-dimension, not stars!” Then, grandma came in & said,”Stop bickering & come eat!”
There was once a very brilliant scientist. He liked to make models of geometric figures that looked very askew. He knew that there was more to science than was known in his day, so he wanted to correct modern science. Soon after he decided to change science, the Scientist went out of town and started to research to see what he could discover. One of the things that he pondered about the most was the ability to make a four dimensional model in 3D, sort of like how we can draw cubes on paper. This was very complex because nobody had ever been able to discover what the fourth dimension was. He struggled in his quest for knowledge because there was nothing that directly addressed four dimensions. This is where his brains had to kick in. Sometime later he made an astounding discovery. He discovered how to make a four dimensional model! As soon as he shared his discoveries with international science journals many TV stations and newspapers wanted to interview him. Among these were CNN, ABC, The New York Times, and The Washington Post. Many people were left incredulous as he would expound his recondite idea of the fourth dimension and what his model represented. Scientists all over the world were left pensive after they saw his research because it controverted against widely used scientific laws. Soon after, a couple of widely accepted scientific laws were changed and new ones were made according to his findings. He won countless awards and prizes for his discoveries. Not only did he change widely accepted scientific laws and make new ones, but he also opened a new doorway for scientists to explore.
one day,when I got home from school I was trying to explain to my mom that I didnt have enough time to do my homework when suddenly there was a big flash and something appeared it was like a anachronism from a whole dimension.I stared in askew but he started to talk in some weird language but he was earnest.I was trying to controvert him but then my alarm clock rang and I got up in a spasmodic motion
Once upon a time there was a boy named Bob. Bob did not like people he was shy and pretty much a loner, thats until one day when he met Cindy, he thought Cindy was the bees knees. to his astonishment she actually went up to him and introduced herself. this was not only a suprise to Bob, but to everyone else at school. people wer very iNCREDULOUS about it. no one beleived it at all but since they had home room together and they were always talking people bagan to beleive that they had become friends. One day Cindy came up to Bob SOLEMNLY and told Bob something he didnt expect… she could not tell TiME, Bob’s head went ASKEW. i guess he did see it comeing she SPARATiCALLY akes Bob foe the time. Since Bob was very ADROiT especially with GEOMETRY he offered his help. All of a sudden her stoormed out of he school in a tizzy. Bob went frantically looking for her but Cindy was no where to be found.
I dont understand how to use the word anecdote cam someone please help.
1.} expound-a detailed statement.syn-statement.verb.sentence from book-the time traveller was expounding a recondite matter to us.
2.} recondite-not easily understood.syn-difficult.adj.sentence from book. same as expound.
3.} pensive-to become deep in thought.syn-think.adj.sentence from book.Filby became pensive.
Vocab story
“Where am I” that what John said when he got up in a strange futuristic house. John went directly to the calender on the wall and to his STUPOR it said it was the year 2345. This was like if he had passed trough TIME over night. He quickly got dressed and ate breakfest. When John got outside he saw fling cars and robots in every corner. John went around ask anyone he saw what year it was just to make sure that it wasn’t a joke, but sadly everyone answered SOLEMNY that it was the year 2345. He then became PENSIVE, thinking of ways he got here and ways to get back to his home. There were many DEMENSIONS in this problem that he couldn’t solve. John the noticed tyhat in this time that there were no TRAMMELS and everyone did what ever they wanted do. He even saw someone rob a bank right in front of a cop. this was getting to be INCREDULOUS for John. then all of the sudden Jhon got hit in the head by a bat and fell unconscious. John then woke up to be in his own room. John an to the calender and it was the year 2006 , he jumped for joyand belived that what happened was just a dream. But was it really?
The WAFER, or Worldwide Association for Experimental Research, has made a scientific breakthrough. They have just created a pill that allows the ordinary human to live up to 300 years past their “expiration date.” This may sound like a joke, but is really an earnest matter. After only taking this pill once an hour everyday, you can add tim eto your life. This pill, which people are now calling the Fruity Tuty, not only hinders you from the trammels of death, but cures the side affects of AIDS and the common cold. This is in fact a recondite product, and so to help us understand it a bit better, we tried to get an interview in with the creator of this creation; Mr. Michael Jackson. But when we asked him to expound this product to us, he simply shook his groove thing and moonwalked out the door. We will have to get back to him on that when he has more time. I’m sad to say though, that there are a few who controvert the idea of a longer lifespan. They are incredulous and believe that humans should only have up to 100 years to live. I personally, spit upon stubbornness like that. Fruity Tuty pills will be available to the public sometime next week and they can be yours for three easy payments of $109.99. So get yours today, if you want to live until the year 2306.
Side affects are mild and may include headaches, nausea, cramping, sudden urges to burst out in song, boredom, overactive bladder, big feet, bad breath, chronic diarhea, paralization, and most commonly – sudden death.
I walked in the house and the door slammed shut behind me. I immediately walked into my bedroom and started to thrash through my folders. I was os mad. I opened the book I had to read for homework. The whole book was so confusing, going off in different directions. It all became an eddy. The book was not only confusing, but it was boring to. After about 3 minutes of reading the book I fell asleep. As soon as I had dozed off it was like I fell into a new dimension. The animals were expounding things to their pupils. Monkeys and tigers were teaching about geometry, time and were reading anecdotes. I got scared and immediately woke up. What a pensive immagination I have. I thought to myself as I finished my homework.
One day while telling my friends an anecdote about how a lizard jumped into my dinner, I became pensive. I don’t know why, but for some reason I wanted to controvert something that was almost impossible to argue. Suddenly, I started making spasmodic sounds and my friends thought that I was going crazy. I wanted to prove that there are still dinosaurs left on Earth. One of my friends were expounding the theory that dinosaurs are extinct. This theory is, of course a recondite matter to some people. There were trammels spreading around everyone, not letting them think. They finally understood me and I gave everyone dessert. As they ate, they loved my earnestness.
One day I was sitting in GEOMETRY class when I noticed the TIME, it was already 1:00! The class was going by so fast. Maybe it was because my teacher was very EXPOUND when she taught her lessons. She was way different from my last years Math teacher. He was so RECONDiTE. He was also extremely serious and EARNiST. Whenever he taught a lesson I would drift off into PENSiVENESS, thinking about something way off topic. The bell then rang. I was iNCREDULOUS on how fast this class went!
We just found it yesterday. “I wonder why it doesn’t show a reflection.” I said confused. Yesterday night, my friend, Brandon, and I went up into my grandmother’s attic for a treasure hunt. My grandma just bought a house that is about 300 years old. While we were digging through old junk, Brandon opened a secret compartment that held an ancient mirror. It had gold and silver designs and had writing on the frame, yet the writing was in a foreign language that I haven’t seen in my life. “Maybe it goes to a different dimension.” Brandon said very spasmodic. I looked at him dumbly, and he expounded about parallel universes and nonsense from science fiction movies. “Yyyeeeaa Brandon, I bet when we go through the mirror we’ll see characters from Star Trek.” I said sarcastically and solemnly. Brandon gave me a dirty look and became pensive. “I can’t think of anything. I got to go, it’s getting late. Eventually I gave up on this mystery and went to bed. Suddenly, I was awoken by a hissing laughter. I turned to the clock, the time was midnight. I turned toward the mirror. The mirror glowed of green along with those sounds. I turned on the light and became incredulous. The strange language was readable. I read the word aloud and suddenly my room became hazy and disappeared. I landed into a strange land of darkness. The smell of rotten eggs turned my stomach. Fear rose inside me. I heard the hissing laughter echo everywhere. “Foolish child” something said from the darkness. Now the mirror made sense, the words were a spell. Brandon was right… this was a dimension to a world of pure evil. I closed my eyes as hundreds of claws grabbed me and pulled me into the darkness.
One day while in GEOMETRY class, Rachel was sitting at her desk with a PENSIVE look on her face, trying to figure out an INCREDULOUS problem that seemed to be extremely difficult to her. Rachel was SOLEMNLY sitting there, thinking about the problem for so long that her face slightly began to turn ASKEW. Suddenly an ANTEDOTE from the day her and her mother was making a bird house together, popped into her head, which led her towards solving the DIMENSIONS of a right angle, which was the key to answering the problem. In earnest, she ADROITLY used her pencil to EXPOUND her knowledge in solving the problem. THE END!!!
I was in my bedroom doing my homework until I saw a portal. I got up from my bed and walked through it . I was in another dimension. I knew I was in another time because everything looked in an askew manner, even the outline of the people. I became pensive, what place was I in? Was I at another planet? I asked one of the strange-looking people and they said that this is the planet Saturn. I didn’t know Saturn had human life on it, but strange human life. Unlike Earth, Saturn is much more adroit. Their technology was state of the art. As I recovered from my stupor, I couldn’t understand a thing. Their technology was recondite I didn’t know anything about their technology or economy, I was the dumbest person on Saturn. I left Saturn sad. I was gonna miss all the people and cool technology. Just then, I woke up in the middle of the night. It was just a dream.
i dont understand the word eddy i did all the work for ir but still i dont understand
The battle was about to begin as the enemy expanding.I stagger pensive in the thought thinking of how we can win the battle.The battle began as swords and arrows flew in an eddy manner.The amount of gore was incredulous.The askew battle was brutal even though we were not paying attention to the time the battle was oddly short.In the end we solmnly screamed for victory.
1.Expound-
part of speech: verb-
synonym: desrcibe-
deffinition: to explain-
sentence: The Time Traveler…was expounding a recondite matter to us.
2.Recondite-(P.O.S.)adj.-
synonym: mysterious-
sentence: See sentence above.
3.Trammel-
part of speech: noun-
synonym: wall-
deffinition: a barricade-
sentence: …Thought runs gracefully free of the trammels of precision.
The morning sun shined through the air. I winced as it laid on me. I was never really a morning person. Lazily and slowly, I got up and stretched. I walked out of my cave and strolled outside on the squishy dirt, for it had just rained last night. I took a huge whiff of air. I love how it smells after raining. You could see tiny dewdrops on the leaves and the sound of the flowing river danced in the air. While lapping up water from a nearby puddle, I yelped as I felt a pinch. Everything was turning dark…
As I recovered from my stupor I realized I wasn’t in my lovely forest home. I didn’t know what pierced my body, but whatever it was I knew it was transitory. I became pensive. All sorts of questions raced through my mind: What is the place? Why am I here? Who took me away from my home? I met a field mouse named Squeaky and she explained everything to me. Apparently, I’ve been shot with a tranquilizer gun in the forest. I was brought to this newly opened circus to entertain humans, plus the fact that they loved to see bears perform. I sighed and curled up. As time went by, I’ve been trained to perform tricks. I’m very tired of it! I realized I had to get out of here. I solemnly told Squeaky, who is now a close friend of mine, that I was going to escape.
That night, my ears were making spasmodic movements as I listened for footsteps. The man walked sluggishly toward my cage. As he reached his destination, he put his hands in his pocket and pulled out a shiny set of keys. I acknowledged that he always came at this time to drop off my food. The man slipped the key into the keyhole and opened the door slightly. I seized the moment and ran toward the door. The cage door hit the man in the head and now he was unconscious. I dashed outside and ran into the woods. I was incredulous. I made it! Miraculously, I found my way back to the forest after a few days. Exhausted, I went back to my cave and had a long nap.
Freddy was a nice guy. He had a beautiful home, wife and kids. Though, the only bad thing was his car. Its paint was fading. Its engine was ASKEW. He hoped that in TIME he would get money to get a new one. Then, one day he went to buy a lotto ticket. The prize was $45,000 dollars. That night he went to the t.v to see the numbers and he won. He went into a trance. Then, he recovered from his STUPOR, and suddenly looked at his ticket. He was INCREDULOUS that he won. So he checked again and he did win. He smiled in a quite TRANSITORY manner. He went the next day to buy a car. He bought a bmw 330ci coupe.The paint EDDIED in the sunlight. The engine roared in its DIMENSIONS. Then, suddenly Freddy lost his pace and passed a red light and crashed his brand new car. He got mad. And,now he still drives the same car.
SORRY I MESSED UP ON A SENTENCE I MENT TO SAY
“Fortunetly for Bob none of his bones were ASKEW….”
THE TALE OF BILLYBOB:
Once upon a time there was a poor,lonely little orphan boy named BillyBob but everyone called him Bob. Bob worked hard, and with EARNESTNESS tried to escape the TRAMMELS created from the “villains” who surrounded him at the orphanage. Like little Jimmy Hawthorne for instance, Jimmy had had SOLEMNLY sweared to Bob that if he jumped off the second story window with a large umbrella he would float safely to the ground. Of course with Jimmy being a twelve year old boy, promises meant nothing. Bob was INCREDULOUS at first but, in a TRANSITORY manner, soon forgot his skepticism. Thus, out of curiosity Bob jumped out of the window with and unusally large umbrella. When realizing he was moving very fast towards the earth’s hard surface, he gave a SPASMODIC attempt to flap his arms like a bird, but as you suspected that did nothing. Bob landed right ontop of Mr.Bubkiss, a corpulant man with a receeding hair line. Fortunetly Bob was nothing for of his physically was ASKEW, unfortunetly he had landed on the meanest man in all of England. Bob realized that Jimmy was wrong about the umbrella, and marched off to CONTROVERT the matter. Mr. Bubkiss was fuming, and he wnet and followed after Bob despite the throbbing pain in the back of his neck. Mr.Bubkiss cursed the boy under his breath as he trudged off. After that, we never saw poor BillyBob again………….
sorry mine is really long!!
Jameson was an adroit magician; he could win over the toughest crowds. Some say Houdini didn’t even touch Jameson. Clara, Jameson’s assistant, was a stupor woman, but when she was energized, she had and anecdote for anything you could throw at her…she sure did have a lot of experience for a lady of 23. Jameson, who was an earnest and solemn man with a temper, was the complete opposite of Clara. Clara, who was young and talkative and easily shooken up, tended to clash with Jameson on a daily basis. Many of their controversies were over the littlest things like Clara forgetting to say how amazing he was or how Jameson couldn’t convince the audience he didn’t have an ego the size of Jupiter, or Clara being spasmodic and appearing to be in a whole another dimension elsewhere.
“It’s rather quite delightful if you ask me” stated Clara after her and Jameson walked askew to the back of the stage “I think it was funny how Gordillia and Chester didn’t pop back out of the hat….don’t you think?”
“Heavens no!!! I can’t believe they didn’t pop back out! Its all your fault, you can’t manage to do anything right…why do I even bother keeping you around, when all you do is just act foolishly in front of audiences?” demanded Jameson as he scolded and made dorky faces at Clara. “It was the most embarrassing failure that has ever happened to me!!! And what is with this stage?!? Who in god’s name designed this stage? It’s so crooked and uneven?” cried Jameson as he noticed several juggling balls roll past him down into the elaborate stage lights “can’t anyone do anything right around here!!”
“Oh come on you old prude! It was nothing, the audience loved it and you know it.” Clara smiled at Jameson, but the gesture was not returned “you need to lighten up!” said Clara as she help up a lamp prop that would blink on and off as Clara began to giggle at her little joke. “Oh come on old chap! No one will kno….” Clara began to say as Jameson covered her mouth with his frightening cold, boney fingers.
“You are one of the worst magician assistants that has ever lived! And if you keep it up you won’t be here very long…you got it?” Jameson whispered into her ear as Clara began to nod, she understood exactly what he meant “you might disappear and never come back….you hear me?” Jameson retorted in an even lower tone as he began prying his fingers slowly off Clara’s mouth. Jameson began to walk down the darkened hallway with a stiff and tense back as the lights flickered off and on….what can I say? It was a cheap gig…a gig is a gig.
Clara began to cry and soon fell to her knees by the curtain, when a curtain puller, named Ashley, passed by.
“What’s wrong poppet? You look like you’re having a hard day…..I mean with the rabbits and all…share the news?” said Ashley as he wandered over to where Clara began to think pensively.
“Oh its nothing…its just that Jameson and me never get along and every time he always threatens that I’m not going to be here for the next gig…..and I don’t want to be worried every time until he comes and tells me we have another gig……I just….I just don’t like it this way.” Clara said as she began wiping the tears away at the thought of the moment before.
“Don’t worry doll, it’ll get better….you’ll see, just wait…..he’ll definitely need you soon enough!” said Ashley with a suspicious grin from ear to ear “just go talk to him about it and I’m sure you can come to an agreement of some sort. What’d ya say?”
“That’s a grand idea!!! I can go and try to fix it all! Thanks Chuck!” cried Clara over her shoulder as she attempted running down the hall to Jameson’s dressing room.
“My name aint chuck, its Ashle…” yelled Ashley but soon gave up “never mind, it doesn’t matter.” Said Ashley as he began working the curtain for the next act.
As Clara gets closer to the dressing room she smells a horrible stench…..”Oh Jameson!” Clara cries out as she covers her nose with a shook of her head and the thought of Jameson makes her giggle, but when she opens the door all she sees is Jameson’s trousers are covered in crimson and it appears to be blood as he sits stupor in his roller chair with duck tape over his mouth. Let’s just say that Jameson has been trammeled from baring any children of his own.
Here’s my story:
One day there was a little boy named Robby. Nobody except his mom could understand him. Iguess syou can say he was a recondite to everybody except his mom. He had a real strong Spanish accent, so… for that he had a trammel he didn’t like talking to anybody. The only money is to get an earnest is to cut the lawns of other people. His mom became pensive, “How can Robby make some friends?” Robby’s dad coverted with Robby’s mom saying “The boy can’t even pronounce his words, plus I can barely understand him sometimes.” Robby’s mom became askew, she didn’t know what to do. She knew Robby was very stupor. Then, she thoughtof an idea toget him a language instructor. In about 2 weeks Robby was talking more and making friends.
Wow morgan quite an immaginitive mind you have there.
Here is my story:
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Once upon a time there was a young girl named Bonquisha. Her parents made sure that she had certain TRAMMELs so that she would grow up acting, thinking and talking a certain way. In school, everytime kids would make a harmless joke, she would automatically CONTROVERT what they were saying and tell a teacher or person in authority right away. Then one night Bonquisha had a dream where everyone was physically ASKEW and she was the only one taht looked or seemed normal. Bonquisha became PENSIVE as she wondered why everybody, including her family looked so odd. At this point in the day she was extremely hungry and ADROITly found a way to get food. Every single TIME she tried to talk to the creatures the spewed out a sauce that was painful to the skin, yet tasteful to the tongue. Whenever they said something to her she tried to speak slowly to them as if they were retarted. She was INCREDULOUS, and didn’t believe taht any of this world was real. They (the creatures) threw her in jail for insulting and arguing with them. She spent years in the jail cell and became old and gray. When she woke up she promised to herself that she would try to be nicer to her classmates from now on.
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hmmm for some reason I cant use the tab to indent it takes me off typing like I clicked out of box needs to be fixed
My spasmodic brother was laying in a stupor after I drugged his food before the long plane trip. His head slightly askew on the plane seat drooling on my lap, I pushed him over the seat onto the floor. Doing my geometry homework during the long flight my mother began smacking me, she was incredulous that I could treat a five year old that way. My mother who was very adroit and worked as a massager began telling my brother anecdotes from some magazine on the plane hoping it would calm him down and keep him awake. After quite some time the plane landed and the adventure was over.
There once was a boy named Jimmy. He was a very earnest young chap. He loved to controvert ideas that his friend had. One day in his geometry class, and eddying idea was going around the room. They said that the square root of a right triangle was 45. Jimmy knew it was not 45, it was 50. Jimmy tried not to argue again, but he couldn’t resist. He spasmodically gave his point of the argument, but the class was incredulous. He then expounded an example and they believed him. From that day on, no one ever controverter against Jimmy again.
As I woke up on a cold brisk day on a white sandy beach. I was in a recondite manner not knowing what happened. I remember I was with my friend and the waves became very earnest. My friend and I were controverting about riding these waves, but I cant remember what happened next. I’m thinking pensively how do I get out of this island. I looked over to the side, and saw my friend she he popped up from no where because she just had noticed were on an deserted island. She told me this is an anachronism or not right. I looked at her solemnly and said don’t worry. So we waited a transitory time limit. Until luck came my way. Then a plane flew ahead. We yelled “help help help”. Until they heared us. A man came sliding down a knotted rope and asks us if we are ok. We asked him where are we. He told us Hawaii, my friend and I had a smirk on our faces after he said the word Hawaii.
I walked into my first hour to find my friend was shaking SPASMODICALLY. I looked to where her gaze layed upon and was STUPOR to find that my critical thinking teacher, Mr. Moshe, was a very evil monster type looking walrus with a very EARNEST face. He was standing ASKEW as if one of his legs had been chopped off. Well i figured i couldnt just stand here or he might eat me so i had to think of a plan. I became PENSIVE that i didnt realize that he was lunging toward me. ADROITLY I quickly turned a desk over to use as a TRAMMEL. I grabbed the nearest pencil and stabbed it into his brian making a icky green substance leak out. Me and the class were happy that we had no teacher or work to do until Mrs. Medows walked in and stared at what was left of Moshe. We all tried to explian the story to her but she just sat there and stared at us with this INCREDILOUS expression on her face. Too bad we got detention for a few weeks.
ok my story is really long because i thought it was the front of a page or more but ill just go ahead and tell u it anyway.
My name is detective Sparky. I am a German Shepard who goes from geometry class to geometry class trying to figure out what happens to kids math homework.
I always get students who controvert and think I wont ever figure out where their lost work has gone. But they always expound their side of the story and anecdote. I then take that information and look further into it. Yes it does take alot of time but somone has to do it. However I sometimes feel incredulous.
Take little Timmy Tompson for example. He was walking to school one day holding his math Homework in his hand when a boy with crystal blue eyes ran past him like a bolt of lightning. The boy scared Timmy so baddly that he fell spasmosdicly to the floor under a big tree. There were thousands of evil birds who then came down and pecked at Timmys eyes. Timmy Tompson could not see. But he soon regained his sight and when he finally opened his eyes, the boy and his homework were gone. Dun Dun Dun
When Timmy got to class he had to get a zero for his homework assignment. Little Timmy Tompson then turned around and saw the boy with crystal blue eyes. He was turning in his homework. Timmy knew it was him who stole his homework, but I knew he was innocent!
That afternoon I researched Timmys grades. He had F’s in every geometry assignment. Now who would want to steal homework from a failing student? This mystery certaintly needed solving. So I went to the big tree. There I saw Timmys homework all riped up near the birds nest. I then concluded that it was the birds who stole Timmys homework
THE END
STUPOR n- a state of mental numbness, as that resulting from shock
The Psycologist recovered from his stupor, and suddenly
looked under the table.
syn. bewilderment
RECONDITE adj-worried
The Time Traveller was expounding a recondite matter to us.
syn. Not easily understood.
EARNEST-
characterized by or showing deep sincerity or seriousness
As we sat & lazily admired his earnestest over this new paradox & his fecundity.
syn. Serious
Once upon a time there was a wonderful little house on a prairie.There also was a marvalous herd of llamas roaming around freely.They were jumping around,and doing tricks in a very adroit manner.As all of the llamas were running around,one llama bumped into another.Now they were both furious at each other.They both were acting very spasmodic towards the situation.Then the owner of the llamas came out of the house.He was incredulous when he saw the two llamas fighting.He became a bit pensive for a moment,then he knew exactly what to do.He ran back to his house,and grabbed two boxes of trammels.He ran back to the field were the two llamas were fighting,and took both both of there legs so he can attach the trammels to themNow both of the llams were in a state of stuporness.So then the man rang the bell and yelled “its milking time!”
Vocabulary Story
I sank into my seat as the lights dimmed for the opening of the show. The broad spotlight made it’s way across the auditorium and fixed itself on the banner hung over center stage. It had a yellow glitter backround, with black letters that read ‘2006 Annual Spelling Bee Contest’. The host walked out wearing a plain black suit with an askew blue tie. He solemnly expounded the rules, and then introduced the contestants. There was two girls and one boy left in the finals. They all looked pensive as the show was about to start. First up, was the slim and slender girl who seemed to be anything but adroit. The host asked her to spell ‘GEOMETRY’, and as she recovered from her stupor she responded. It was transitory and straight to the point. Following her was the spasmodic boy. He seemed quite nervous as he was asked to spell ‘Anachronism’. The incredulous audience was in awe over his fecundity. The third girl came to the microphone and had to spell ‘RHETORICAL’. Her response was recondite because her voice began to crack. The answer she gave was wrong because she forgot the letter ‘H’. The host earnestly walked her off the stage, and continued with the last round. It turned out that the corpulant boy spelled ‘ANACHRONISM’ incorrectly. The girl became spasmodic when she realized she had won, and then kissed her trophy. As the crown exited the auditorium it became silent except for the sound of a buzzing bee. It must have been the real spelling bee.
Short Story
There once was a girl in the 4th grade, who had a sort of fecundity to her. One day in class, as the girl was telling gossip anecdotes about the newest artist, a time portal appeared, and she was sucked into another dimension. Naturally spasmodic, the girl ran around in search of where she was. After hours of desperately dashing around in circles, she finally realized that the eddy of cosmic time had been askew to her the whole time! But, when she came back, no one had ever known she had been gone!
1.Expound-(P.O.S.)verb-(synonym)desrcibe-(def-
inition)to explain-(sentence)The Time Traveler
…was expounding a recondite matter to us.
2.Recondite-(P.O.S.)adj.-(synonym)mysterious-
(definition)beyond ordinary knowlege
(sentence)See sentence above.
3.Trammel-(P.O.S.)noun-(synonym)wall-(defin-
ition)a barricade-(sentence)…Thought runs
gracefully free of the trammels of precision
In 1944, the Army and I were marching our way to Paris, to liberate France. It would be easier than just marching if there is no german troops waiting around in the old fancy country. The Normandy Breakout is the worst campaign ive been through. Im Iggy, Leader of a squad in the 29th Infantry Division. You should know about one of my pensive soldiers, his name is Cole.
We were walking around a war-torn city the other day. We were talking about something i could not remember. I couldnt understand half of the things he said, its some recondite stuff that i dont want to think about. We stopped for a transitory monent to fight some Kraut convoy.Cole made the tactic commands sound really intelligent during combat. The strange thing is that Cole is one of our earnest soldiers. I saw him shoot that day, with that M1 rifle; he could not miss a thing. He knows a thing or two about geometry, unlike the rest of us grunts; we know nothing. Im surprised that he is not an officer yet.
We stopped and rest in some old French café. Cole was still talking like a scientist non-stop. He was explaining about the fourth dimension, the time. Nobody cares anyway.His brain would be annoying if it didn’t save us like a dozen times. We treat him like a brother. All soldiers treat each other like brothers. It’s the only way to march out of this living hell alive.
Sorry, I didn’t indent for my paragraphs.
“This recondite seigniory lies in ruins, the barren acreage solemnly whispers pleas’ of help. The bliss of transitory paradise still inhabits my mind, through I was just a toddler when it came. To most, my memory of the past is just an incredulous anecdote, and parallel dimension some say.”, voiced a blurred, dark figure standing over the horizon on the setting sun.
I couldn’t make out his features, the dim lighting hide his being in a dustily shade. This mystery, stunned my very core. “Flabbergasted eh? Guess I can’t blame you. Now snap out of your stupor, you’re starting to drool.” I finally worked up enough courage to speak, however the sight of him drawing his sword stopped me in my tracks. “Well, I am an avenger you simpleton. After what I’m going to do to you, well- lets just say that there won’t be an ending.”, the creature jested, flashing his radiant, hefty saber in the orange remains of the sun.
In an eddy, he whirled around me, painfully piercing my skin thoroughly . However, there wasn’t any bloodshed to be found, as you could see chaps. After a few moments he jolted my chest, knocking me unconscious. How about unbuckling this white jackets loves?