SEM 2, W4, #2: MANDATORY VOCAB STORY

This entry is mandatory. A separate quiz grade will be given for every student’s entry.

  • “A” = a truly unique story/description that shows a sophisticated use of the words and the willingness to develop the idea(s); it’s clear that the story works even without the vocab words being the focus.
  • “B” = a creative idea with potential (if more time was available) with a solid use of the vocab words; perhaps a bit rushed; the vocab words seem to be the focus (with the story seeming to be ‘added on’ a bit).
  • “C” (or lower) = seems to be rushing through the assignment with minimal development/understanding.
  • “F” = no entry.
  • Note:  Mr. Long may substitute “F” with a “zero” in the grade book if the student has a pattern of not doing these vocab entries over the quarter.  If only one mandatory vocab entry is missing in the quarter, then an “F” will offer a minimal penalty grade-wise.

Directions:

  • Write a brief story or description of the image.
  • Use all 10 of the following words from the January 26 list seen below.
  • Include:  definition and part of speech (as you use it) in parenthesis to receive maximum credit.

The Words:

  • adulation
  • dogmatic
  • dupe
  • fawning
  • imperturbable
  • lethargic
  • penury
  • proscribe
  • relegate
  • taciturn

Remember: Include the definition and part of speech (as you use it) in parenthesis to get maximum credit.

Image #1   (http://tinyurl.com/cs69ja)

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Image #2   (http://tinyurl.com/ab28g5)

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Image #3  (http://tinyurl.com/bc2n8s )

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66 responses to “SEM 2, W4, #2: MANDATORY VOCAB STORY

  1. I was sitting on the beach staring at the ocean. I wished I owned a section of beach like this but I don’t my friend does. My friend is a very rich and famous celebrity. I on the other hand am a struggling artist who constantly has to live in penury (poverty) (noun). This friend was my college roommate and I’m staying with him for a couple of weeks while I straighten myself out financially. Up until recent months my friend had had the adulation (excessive admiration) (noun) of a very large amount of people. Some people had even followed him around fawning (trying to please by flattering him) (verb) him. This wasn’t very good for him though because he is very taciturn(habitually untalkative) (adj), so he had trouble telling these people what he wanted or even to go away. The reason I said he was admired until a couple of months ago was because it was at that time he was duped (fooled) (verb) into doing something that had recently been proscribed (outlawed) (verb) on tape. A few hours later the tape was out on the news, now the reporters won’t leave him alone. You would think that people would just leave him alone already but they are all dogmatic (opinionated) (adj) and are waiting to see him mess something up again. So today had been a day just like any other in the last couple of weeks. Hoards of reporters were at his house as he was trying to clear this problem up. Usually I stay in the house when this happens but today I was feeling a little lethargic (drowsy) (adj), so I decided to go out onto the beach. Unfortunately the reporters found me and were asking me questions. It didn’t want to talk to them at all, so I quickly evaded them and relegated (moved to a less important position) (verb) somewhere along the beach with my chair. Here, in this imperturbable (calm) (adj) landscape, I can think and hope that my friend can get through these trying circumstances.

  2. What to think.

    Empty space surrounds me in an imperturbable (adj)(calm) way that blocks out any force that attempts to penetrate it. Questions float through my head, but they are intangible, I can not possibly grasp them, ponder them, or even try to answer them. I do not know what has caused this, what created this white void into which I sink.

    All I remember is the bus. I was on the bus, there were people, lights, and movement. How did I get from that bus, to this void? I grow lethargic (adj)(drowsy) as I think, as I try to sort out the questions and open-ended answers in my mind. The white space pulls me, lulls me into a security. It begs for me to come to it, to disappear, forever, into its depths. I resist this urge as I focus my will on remembering. I must remember the bus.

    I was sitting in the back of the bus, keeping to myself, earphones in, face down. I have always been taciturn (adj)(habitually un-talkative), but public places such as buses bring out the worst in me. I become completely secluded and fold myself into myself as I observe the people around me. A business woman, briefcase nearby, wearing a dark, charcoal suit. A factory worker, on his way home from work, bags under his eyes, lamenting the relegation (noun)(removal to a less important position) he had experienced today. A man with his young daughter, clutching two bags of groceries in one arm and firmly confining his daughter from exploring the unknown and dangerous bus. A homeless woman, whose penury (noun)(extreme poverty) barely allowed her to take a short ride on the bus and rest from the toils of the street. A teenager, trying not to care, trying to be ‘different’, but instead succeeding in looking like everyone else. Many people, all in their own lives, their own bubble. The bubbles of our existence casually brush against each other in these moments, giving the briefest contact and then, in most cases, completely withdrawing. This is the bus. What happened next?

    As I attempted to shift memories, the white void refused to release me. I was drawn in it for a few slow, cold seconds that might have destroyed me. I tried to think again and was proscribed (verb)(banished) from the void as quickly as I had been pulled in. I returned to the bus.

    With the people around me in mind, I concentrated on the path of the bus, not wanting to miss my stop. The bus stopped at 26th street, I had three streets to go until I would reach my final destination. To my dismay, some woman plopped down next to me, with a little dog in hand. She was wearing all pink and loudly complaining about the condition of public buses ‘these days’. Feeling especially dogmatic (adj)(opinionated) today, I decided to turn, and sourly say, “Well, why don’t you walk?”

    Aghast at my response, the pink woman burst into some monologue about the ‘youth today’. I was not duped (verb)(fooled) by her idiotic, uneducated reasoning and petty purposes. She chose to have a dog and not a child, so who was she to judge the ‘youth today’? I would never begin fawning (verb)(trying to please by flattery) over her little dog or attempt to mollify her concerns about youth. I didn’t care. I saw the teenager, who tried to be ‘different’, to start laughing at my encounter and my response. However, I didn’t want some wannabe’s adulation (noun)(excessive admiration), I was just responding how everyone in that bus wanted to respond.

    No, why am I thinking about this! What happened next, I am not slipping into the void.

    My street was one block away. The bus approached the light, which had just turned green. We crawled into the intersection. I looked up, Two lights, the lights of destiny, the lights of my fate, blinded me and I could not think of anything else. I didn’t know what happened next, I only felt the remnant of pain that those thoughts contained.

    The void began calling again. All of my thoughts and attempts to escape it were not enough. I could no longer resist slipping into that beautiful nothingness. I slowly relaxed my mind. Slowly removed my grasp of the precipice that I had clung to for so long. Slowly, I slipped away and never arose from the asphalt on 29th street.

  3. She is completely imperturbable (calm, placid)(adjective) yet not at all lethargic (drowsy; tired)(adjective). She pears into the deep abyss before her, the excessive beams of color seduce her eyes and dupe (to fool)(verb) her mind. Then, the color is gone and she is imagining a world that proscribes (banish or outlaw)(verb) all forms of color. She imagines a world run by ruthless men, enforcing laws, and condemning all who do not follow. No dogmatic (opinionated)(adjective) souls, only unvarying and systematic souls. Such a horrid place where these men demand adulation (excessively admiring behavior)(verb) and fawning (trying to please by flattering) at all times. She sees herself appear in the abyss, she falls and cuts her wrist on a morbid stone. Blood flows from her wrist down to her elbows and drips down from her arm to her colorless dress. She rushes home and bandages her wounds but can not seem to clean the dress. If she goes out she will be seen, punished, and banned from her home to the slums. Her family will not only be relegated (to move to a less important position)(verb) but will suffer utter penury (poverty)(noun) for the remainder of there lives on this earth. She thinks of her brother, with the blood still rushing through her mediocre bandages, a taciturn (habitually untalkative)(adjective) younger boy. She falls to her knees and is pale, still thinking of him, he walks through the door and sees his sister. “My dear sister! What has happened?!” She does not reply, she is dead. The boy carries her outside and lays her down, her lush red blood runs down the ancient cobblestone street once filled with merchants selling their fruits of the world. Her arm lays on a gray patch of grass and her blood fertilizes the soil instantly and a single red rose sprouts from the cold earth.

  4. As I lay down on my bed, I could feel the sorrow slowly creeping into my mind. I promised myself that I wouldn’t shed a tear for him; he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve me anyway! Why should I cry? But I couldn’t help but miss him. In the back of my mind, I thought he did deserve me; I thought we deserved each other. In those last few months, I knew that our relationship was falling apart but I tried to cover it up with constant fawning (v. flattery) and adulation (v. excessive admiration). I know that no meaningful relationship can be built on pure flattery, but I really didn’t care. Even if he just pretended he loved me I would be happy. I tried so hard to give him a reason to stay with me, but he became steadily more taciturn (adj. habitually not talkative) until he finally ended the silly game we were playing yesterday. That’s all it was, I told myself. Love is just a silly game. I’ve never felt so terribly alone.
    I decided that enough was enough. He couldn’t get away with playing with my heart, he just couldn’t! I would never allow it. So I wrote him a letter; a rather dogmatic (adj, opinionated) letter wrought with words that could express the emptiness I felt because of him. As I wrote it, I felt as if I wasn’t myself anymore, but some sort of great avatar speaking on behalf of girls that had been toyed with and forgotten everywhere. I smiled as I finished the letter; it was only one page front and back. I didn’t want to make it overkill, but he should get the message. I felt a little lethargic (adj. drowsy) after I had finished, so I decided to take a nap and mail the letter the next day.
    My cell phone started ringing at about eight and I realized I had slept right through dinner. I picked up the phone and it was my friend Maria.
    “Hey, Megan! What ‘cha doin’ right now?”
    “Nothing. I just woke up. What about you?”
    “I dunno about you, but I feel like I really need to get out of the house. Me and Katie are going to El-Kees, d’you wanna come?”
    Even though I felt better after writing the letter I didn’t feel good enough to go out, but I decided to go anyway. After all, it may turn out to be fun.
    We had been at the club for about an hour and a half, and I was feeling worse than ever. My friends Katie and Maria were already dancing with some guys they spotted, but I didn’t feel at all like dancing. All I wanted to do was go home and read or watch TV, anything so I could forget about him. Then, a tall thin, man with dark brown hair and bright green eyes came up to my table. Judging by his clothes, he was obviously not a man that came from penury (n. poverty). Not that it mattered, of course.
    “Hey there, what are you doing all by yourself?”
    I gave him a half smile. “I’m with my friends, they’re dancing right now.”
    I pointed at them across the room and he glanced over at them. “Well, would you like to join them? I’ll accompany you.”
    I blushed. “Oh no, its okay, I don’t feel much like dancing.”
    “Oh come on, a pretty girl like you should never feel so sad.”
    It was the second time I blushed. I avoided his sharp, green eyes.
    “I just don’t feel like dancing is all.”
    He smiled. “Well, if you ever do feel like a dance, just give me a call.”
    He slipped me a number on a napkin, and I put it in my pocket. Shortly afterwards, my friends came back and we drove home. I didn’t mention the guy; I didn’t want them to giggle and laugh. I wanted this to by my own personal victory. I no longer felt as if I had been duped (v. fooled) by movies and TV. I thought there wasn’t any love in the world like the love they showed in movies, but now I felt imperturbable (adj. calm) knowing that I just hadn’t found the right person yet. I finally proscribed (v. banished) the uncertainty and feelings of inadequacy from my head for good. Life does go on, and one man’s opinion of me isn’t the same as everyone else’s. He may have relegated (v. moved into a lesser position) me in his life, but I can do the same. As soon as I got home, I threw my letter in the trash and set the phone number in its place.

  5. On Storming Normandy

    It was a beautiful day the day I died. The silver sky was laced with white from the half hidden sun and the imperturbable (adj), calm, ocean lapped at my toes washing clean sand over them. I rose from my chair and entered the chilled waters. The darkness rising deeper about me changed my taciturn (adj) habitually untalkative manners. Suddenly I was overcome by the want to say so many things I knew I would not have time to say. They had relegated (v), moved to a less important position, my infantry unit to Normandy earlier this week. We had heard over and over how the Americans would crush our numbers, that we had no chance of victory and almost no chance for survival. I was not the first to wander away from the bunkers we were waiting in, nor did I believe that I would be the last. It was proscribed (v) or outlawed, to leave where we were stationed resulting in the severe beating by anyone attempting this. However, I did not fear this punishment for I did not expect to return to my fellow men.
    Our commander had tried fawning (v) or trying to please us by flattering, but this did not dupe (v) fool, me. I knew that death was inevitable for all, and was inevitable within the week for every soldier stationed here. But my dogmatic (adj) opinionated, ways were not shared amongst all of us forgotten soldiers. Some still possessed a (n) penury, stinginess, about them guarding and stealing food, determined to be strong and defeat the enemy single handedly. I knew they could not succeed though I respected their adulation (n) or excessively admiring behavior.
    All of this was long past me as I swam farther into the freezing waters. This beach of Normandy would be stormed the next day. This peaceful scene would long be lost and the clean sand on shore would never be cleaned from the blood of the future battle. I swam harder, faster wanting to distance myself from that horrific scene. Though when I stole a glance back to the distant shore, all that remained was the chair in which a short time ago I sat in, admiring my last day. I wondered whether this was right. I was running away from my brothers and from defending my country. I was taking the easy way out ending my life on my own terms, but miles from land these thoughts did little to change my course of action.
    And even so close to an end I decided I wanted more time. I wanted to watch one more sunset and take in one last breath. One untainted by the swells of saltwater from which I treaded. I wanted to be able to tell my story. To prove I am not weak or attention seeking by chasing this path. That the horrors of war are too great for anyone to survive through, and that they would kill a soldier no matter if it was that day of death or fifty years later when death seems kind and caring.
    No time would ever be allotted. I was becoming lethargic (adj) tired, from the struggle my body still put up when my mind was so set on the end. Finally with one last breath it gave in and I floated to the bottom wonderfully at peace.

  6. #1

    Wow that must’ve been a bad storm last night! It sure did dupe (v. fool) me. I can’t believe how bad it had to’ve been yet while I was sleeping evrything seemed so imperturable (adj. calm). I can’t believe I woke up this morning and im not lethargic (adj. drowsy) at all. There was this penury (n. stinginess) in my leg where it looks like some debris from the ceiling hit me and I guess I slept through that too. My brother is very dogmatic (adj. opinionated) and was fawning (v. trying to please by flattering) me so he said that the storm was the worste in the history of Texas and I was so tough for sleeping through it. He was just trying to get me to give him money for a toy. My sister is pretty taciturn (adj. habitually untalkative), but she said “Why is that chair near the pond”? We’d never seen that chair before. Our mom proscribed (v. outlawed) us from going outside. We all have a lot of adulation (n. admiring behavior) for our mom so we listen to her. It’s pretty much me and our mom who run the house. We’ve relegated (v. moved to a lower position) my siblings so that we deal with most of the hard work, but for now we will stay inside away from the storm, completely equal as a family.

  7. Pic. #3

    Uhh!!! This is disgusting I want to throw up but I’ll just give it a thumb down. This stuff should be proscribed (banished). The company that produces this condiment is obviously attempting to dupe (to fool) its customers by false advertising. It may be dogmatic (Opinionated) but I believe this to be the worst food invention ever. The texture gives the false impression of an imperturbable (calm) nature. This product makes me feel lethargic (drowsy). If penury (stinginess) had a taste it would be this. The company attempted to appease customers by fawning (trying to please by flattering) them. I guess i am putting up an adulation (excessively admiring behavior) by still being alive after taking a bite of this. I think this marmite might have made me taciturn (untalkative).

  8. #2

    Being lethargic(adj. drowsy,tired) can be such a shame but also a blessing. It can dupe(v. to fool) you into making you think that your day is almost over and that you can sleep soon, only to find out that you have alot more work to do. This very thing happened to this person. It may look like she is in a very imperturbable(adj. calm, placid) state of being right now but inside her head is a swirling tornado of thoughts and worries of tasks undone. Sleep can be helpful in this situation by proscribing(v. to banish, to outlaw) those troublesome thoughts from her head but when she wakes up they will just come back again. The worst part is that you can’t scare such a taciturn(adj. habitually untalkative) away. It can’t hear, see taste, touch, or smell. It is not dogmatic(adj. opinionated; arbitrary; doctrinal) towards anything you do and does not show penury(n. stinginess)to anyone but shares it with everyone. You can’t use your adulation(n. excessively admiring behavior) to fawn(v. to please by flattering) this untangible being to leave you alone. Because anywhere other than your being doesnt amount. Drowsiness doesn’t relegate(v. to move to a less important position). It hits you in the worst spots.

  9. Student Response #9

    Picture #2

    This lethargic ((adj.) drowsy; tired) woman, with her imperturbable ((adj.) calm, placid) heart lie down on the white floor, around her nothing but the penury ((n.) poverty), it’s hard to believe that before she was a noble lady, was got proscribe ((v.) to banish or outlaw) by the king. She was king’s lover, and she loved the king too, only she can makes the taciturn ((adj.) habitually untalkative) king happy and laugh everyday. But this king listen to his lowly adviser to relegate ((v.) to move to a less important position) his lover. King’s adviser tells the king:「She is trying to dupe ((v.) To fool) you my lord, she wants to take over the charge, all she does was try to fawning ((v.) trying to please by flattering) you, I can see with my eyes, around her was full of adulations ((n.) excessively admiring behavior).」The king force her tell him the truth, but her dogmatic ((adj.) opinionated; arbitrary; doctrinal) mind doesn’t know what was happen, she said she didn’t do that ever, but the king doesn’t believe her, he banish her out of country. The lonely lady doesn’t have home to go, she was so tired and hungry, but around her nothing but the trees, in her pocket doesn’t have any money, suddenly she find a white house, its all white and clean, she open the door and its nothing inside, beside the white wall and the white floor, she walk in and lie down on the floor, she thinks a lot of past event, but she decide to forget and ended her life, she and fall in sleep and waiting for the death. Before she died she was crying and wandering that if she doesn’t follow the king, she will not be like this now. Finally she used her dagger stick into her heart, the blood made the white wall red, her tears start fall out from her eyes, but its all too late, she lie on the ground and sleeping forever.

  10. Today is my one day away from everyone. I guess you could say that I work too hard, or try too much. At least that’s what everyone else says. I guess part of the reason they think that is because I am pretty taciturn (adj, habitually un-talkative) most of the time. Even my family thinks so. But they don’t know the real me. I have the ability to dupe (verb, to fool) them all. They all assume that I am fine, just a hardworking person. So they sent me to this beach, the imperturbable (adj, calm) lake stretching out before me. But I think that its actually worse for me to be here. Alone. Only my thoughts to keep me company. I constantly seem to relegate (verb, to move to a less important position) myself. I feel like I could be doing so much more with my life. Instead I just work my 9 to 5 job and pray something exciting will happen. I do what I need to and when someone asks about me I smile and say that I’m fine. I tell myself if I repeat it enough I really will be fine. It hasn’t worked yet though. Its not like I’m in a bad place in my life. Its more that bad things that happened before are coming back. It’s the adulation (noun, excessively admiring behavior) that got to me. He was always around, fawning (verb, trying to please by flattering) over every move I made. I tried to tell him to relax, that we didn’t need to be together every second. That’s when it happened. He stopped visiting as frequently, stopped calling. We were only speaking once a day, if that. I knew that I had overdone it, but I was tired of being smothered. But with him it was all or nothing. So he began to proscribe (verb, to outlaw) me from his life. In a couple of weeks we barely spoke. Then in the blink of an eye, he was completely gone. That’s when I started to work so much. I thought I would forget about him sooner or later. But I was wrong. It seemed the more lethargic (adj, drowsy) I became; the more he was in my thoughts. I wanted to get rid of his memory so badly. I just couldn’t do it. I remembered more about him when I tried to forget. The way his eyes would light up when he saw me. How he would always go out of his way to get me my favorite candy. How he was always so penury (adj, stinginess) at the grocery store. Those are what drove me over the edge. But I wasn’t super rebellious. The more upset I became, the quieter I was. There were days when I wouldn’t say anything. Then I would think about how with his dogmatic (adj, opinionated) attitude he would have made me talk. But others don’t notice the hurt. They just see a plain boring girl who doesn’t do much. They don’t see how hard I work to make it seem that way. They don’t see that I still love him, and probably always will. And I work so hard to keep it that way. But once in a while I wish someone would see through my mask. Then I think of what might happen and that desire is gone. I just go back to wishing he was here again.

  11. 2 versions:

    1)I have seen many vocabulary pictures. Each one fawning (v. trying to please by flattering) me to pick so I can write a story about them. Each one that I dogmatically (adv. aribitraryily) pick, makes me lethargic (adj. drowsy) every night, even today. The pictures probably think I probably have a penury (adj. stinginess) attitude, since I like awesome video game screenshots. Ok I need to be imperturbable (adj. clam). Am I being duped (v. duped) by Mr.Long into just writing stories that will just make me more drowsy and just do more busy work. I have done this for many weeks and so far nobody has shows adulation(n. excessively admiring behavior) for my voc stories. I’m usually taciturn (adj. habitually untalkative) about this but no more. This is getting annoying. You know what I probably going to get an F for this. Most likely I will get proscribed(v. Banished)and be relegated(v. moved to a less important position).

    So heres the real voc story:

    2)I turn on my TV and I see a girl advertising for this Marmite sauce. It seems she would show adulation (n. excessively admiring behavior) for this sauce, but she doesn’t. What kindof commercial is that. Is it her dogmatic(adj. opinonated) choice, or is she trying to dupe(v. fool) me. Ok lets be imperturbable(adj. calm). Think why would you show this commercial. Commercials are supposed to be fawning (v. trying to please by flattering) people. Why is this not doing it. I think but then I get lethargic (adj. drowsy) and decide to think about this tommarrow. I go to the grocery store to pick up a few things and I run into the shelf that should have all the Marmite sauce but its gone. Then another batch comes in, and all seems calm, until many people with a penury (adj. stinginess) attitude, charge in taking evey single last marmite. I figured it out, reverse psycology. I usually am taciturn(adj. habitually untalkative) about this topic. But reverse psycology is the reason this product is selling and not relegating(v. moving to a less important position) behind other products. This is the first time I’ve ever seen reverse psycology in action. Finally it’s proven it will work. Now reverse psycology will not be proscribed (v. basnished) from science theories, and now I can write my college paper on the effects of reverse psycology.

  12. Listen closely child for one day you will want to tell this to your children when they are in the process of finding there one true love……

    (i will tell the story from when i sat at this very spot that one fine evening)

    As i sit and watch the water meet the sand i imagine a guy and a girl running through a field of flowers holding hands. Its innocent and playful but its also a place to be imperturbable (adj.) or calm. I can sit in this white chair and reminisce about my younger years when i would run and play in the water and fry my body to be super tan for the upcoming dance. I lived in a life full of joy, happiness and peace. My life was a fairytale and i loved every moment. As the clouds begin to look drowsy or lethargic (adj.) its almost as if i wanted to reach up and stop the movement so i could stay in the moment forever. There was only one other time i had ever flet like i did that day and that was the day i met the man i would spend the rest of my life with. It happen to be right on this very beach. It was a day that no one would forget. As i was fawning (v.) around the beach trying to please all the cute guys with my flattering body and awesome personality, there was one guy that caught my eye but i didnt really take an interest in and i just kept going. Little did i know he was way more charming than taciturn (adj.), or habitualy untalkative, like he came off as.

    All the guys stared at me and i loved being the center of attention, of course i mean who wouldn’t. Anyways so i was walking and flirting and all of a sudden as i was getting in my car this guy came up to me and said why do you work so hard to stand out when you shine without even trying. I told him his stupid little line wasn’t going to charm me enough to go on a date with him and he looked at me and said “thats fine maam i didnt want to take you out i justed wanted to tell you what i had noticed just a simple little comment.” He turned around and walked off.

    I stood there in awe of what had just happened. It was as if a penury (n.) or a stinginess had touched my heart and it wasn’t the kind that felt good but hurt and left the sharp sting to linger. It was as if i had been pushed off my pedestal and relegated (v.) or moved to a less important postiton. It was something i didn’t like so i decided the next time i see him i was going to be so rude and hopefully hurt his feelings like he did mine. So later that week i went to the beach to just clear my head and for some odd reason i couldn’t shake the image of him out of it. I mean it was like i liked the guy because he was the first guy who was real with me. He didn’t look at my body, he searched for my heart. But i knew that all the hot guys were the ones for me.

    So i got up, put my shirt on over my bathing suite and started heading back to my car when i saw a man running on the beach. It was him! i dropped all my thing and ran over to him. He asked how i’ve been and i said i wasn’t sure after his rude remark. He stopped running and told me what he said wasn’t rude, just the truth and if she looked for the meaning she would find it had a really good message behind it.i looked at him and told him i was no dupe (n.) or fool. He a laughed a little and then got a serious face again. I told him he was a jerk and began to drive off, but before i made it far i stopped, looked back, and told myself to go back, that i wouldn’t regret it. Now im not sure why fate turned me around but it did.

    I went back and said do you know me? He said well i think a little. I said fine and I turned around and said “what color are my eyes? he thought for a second and then said “well there green when you first look at them but when your eyes hit the sun they turn a shade of brown but only for a second because then they play a trick on you to think that their blue. I was in awe for about a minute and then he said “How did i do?” I looked at him and said better than any guy who has ever given me the time of day on this very beach. I couldn’t help what i was feeling and i wrapped my arms around him and we kissed. On this very beach where i come and sit all the time i met him.

    “Wow grandma that is an amazing way to fall in love, hopefully one day i will be that lucky!”

    I looked at my granddaughter and began to cry. I couldn’t believe that i was so old and yet i felt as if i was so young at the same time. As i was full of adulation (n.) or flattery from just getting to retell the story the best was yet to come. Once your grandfather and I got married we were inseparable. I loved every minute of my life when i was with him and dreaded being away from him. I lived my whole life on a cloud of magic and to this day have never stepped down. I am so blessed.

    I want to tell you something honey one day when you meet the amazing guy of your dreams you will feel the way i am feeling today. Its a feeling like non other. I learned young to be dogmatic (adj.) about everything in life or super confident because it flys so quickly you dont want to miss a moment! I never once proscribed (v.) or outlawed one of my dreams. If i couldn’t find a solution i would search until i could. I was always very determined.

    My granddaughter got up to leave and as she hugged me goodbye. I started crying because as i felt her heart touch mine i couldn’t hold it back. I told her to come visit me so soon. She ran to the car and drove off with her daddy. I sat there in that white plastic chair till the sun was completely gone and just thanked God for everything that he had done. I told him that if i could just tell my husband i loved him one more time i would be satisfied. So i sat and all of a sudden i felt a hand on my shoulder and i couldn’t see it but i knew it was him. The place we found together would always be ours forever and always. No matter what the weather, on any given day i could come to this small chair and be with my husband.

    He has been gone now for 3 years and its so very hard every day. I miss him but i know he will forever be in my heart.

    I looked at him with my green eyes, of brown and blue and said “I love you honey, you take care now and i will see you soon.”

    He spoke back to me and inside my heart left a message, it read ” darlin i will wait till the end of time for you, when you arrive at the golden gates i will be there awaiting to take your hand again and be with you forever. I love you more than you know…….your best friend, your husband.”

  13. Student Response #13

    He wasn’t really my father, maybe a family friend or an uncle or something. He would never really tell me. I do know, though, that he was always there for me.

    I was constantly getting into trouble. Many times suspicious-looking people would corner me and drill me with questions, and once they even tied my wrists. But my guardian would always come to save me.

    He was taciturn (adj, habitually untalkative) and always inmerturbable (adj, calm); it was rare to catch a deep frown or a laugh. But to me he was the wisest, most amazing man in the world. He taught me things I could never have imagined. I developed a genuine adulation (noun, adoration) for him, and I can only hope that he felt the same love for me, his adopted son. And as he was always there for me, I tried my hardest to always be there for him.

    As I got older, there were more and more things I could do. I often delivered letters for him. I never wondered why he didn’t have the postman deliver each letter, or why its reciever always took it from me in person. I just did what he told me because I loved him.

    Then I started learning disguises. He taught me countless ways to quickly change my appearance, including changes to hairstyle, hair color, facial hair, eye color, complexion, clothing, weight, and age. We lived not in penury (noun, poverty, pennilessness), so every manner of tool, makeup, and accessory was available to us. I would wear fake scars, shoes to make me appear taller, all different kinds of glasses and hats… And he taught me acting, too. I could soon switch from a jolly, fawning (adj, trying to please by flattering) character to one more dark and formidable with a different accent, and dupe (verb, fool) the person I’d been talking to just minutes before.

    It was fascinating and infinitely fun, but I couldn’t help but wonder why he knew all these tricks and things, or why he was teaching them to me…or why now, in addition to delivering letters, I would disguise myself to learn things from people, and then deliver the information back to him. Though by now I had the smarts to save myself or prevent those suspicious encounters all together, I recalled that when he used to save me he was always wearing some disguise. Most often he wore a padded uniform and all the shiny gadgets of a policeman, and that would scare them off most quickly. And I wondered, too, why so many of those encounters occured. As far as I knew, they never happened to any of my other aquaintances.

    But in my life such questions were undeniably proscribed (verb-adj, forbidden, illegal). It was an unspoken law for both of us. You don’t ask direct quesitons, and you don’t reveal anything true about yourself. We were each shrouded in mystery, and shrouded from each other.

    Then one day he taught me to disguise my gender. I was rather small and delicate for a young man, and I had no problem pulling it off. I washed with different shampoo to make my hair soft, and I even used lotions to achieve the same effect on my skin. I slathered my eyes with heavy dark shadow, and I wore the clothing of a girl. I even changed my walk and my voice.

    I did not feel embarrassed or relegated (verb-adj, demoted) in any way. I had been raised to take on different personalities and looks, and this one was only another disguise. It was another challenge, another thing I could do to help my amazing adopted father.

    I was to attend a women’s conference on the other side of the city. I was to learn all I could about the woman who was leading it. It would be easy, another assignment, this one indoors with little risk of gunfire or any other danger of the streets.

    I shuffled in with the other women and girls and sat down among them, remembering that females generally blink and fidget more than males. The targeted woman began her talk, and I listened dogmatically (adj-adv, unbendingly, fixedly).

    Along with acting and changing my looks, I’d likewise been trained to memorize massive amounts of information. Though some of the other girls began to look bored and lethargic (adj, sluggish, drowsy), I hung on every single point the woman made.

    Momentarily she walked around to all the tables and gave each attendant a copy of a manuscript. As she passed me I caught a glint of something coppery at her neck. It was a slender chain with a little copper charm, an acorn.

    Suddenly a wave of stale memories resurfaced in my mind. There was the little copper acorn, a walk in a meadow, a sepia photograph. Though she was older, the woman was familiar now, with her pale curling hair and large brown eyes…large brown eyes that mirrored mine.

    Suddenly I no longer wanted to wear disguises or act or spy anymore. I didn’t want to do what my father did and asked me to do. I simply wanted to be in the arms of the woman wearing the acorn charm.

    I found that I was standing up. Tears were leaking from my masked eyes, and I rubbed at the black makeup that hid them. The woman was looking at me now, her eyes wide in wonder, in recognition.

    Through the man I’d called my father, I had acquired skills of stealth and disguise. I had learned strategy and secrets, drama and memorization. But all of that was worth far less than what I had before me at that moment.

    Through the man I’d called my father, I had found the woman who was my mother.

  14. “That weatherman duped (v. to fool) us, he said it would only be a slight storm. That whole thing became a giant hurricane, it was insane,” yelled my grandfather.

    Only he would use the word dupe to describe trickery. Usually we just ignore all the things he say, but my family does have an adulation (n. admiration) towards him, not because he’s old or senile, but ability to live for more than 90 years on this god-forsaken water colony. About 100 years ago, deep space exploration took off and colonies on other planets devoloped. Our colony on Artanis was a watering colony, mostly sea and beaches. Very impertubable ( adj. calm) for the most part. Although out in the middle of the wasteland of sea are storms that occasionally come and tear up the place.

    The storm that was suppose to hit became a hurricane, not half our beach stuff is gone. But everyone here helps clean up after that mess. Everyone is kind and fawning ( adj. trying to please with flattery) to say the least. Not very many people here are dogmatic ( adj. opinionated) or taciturn (adj habitually untalkative) just calm, nice and friendly. It’s almost like paradise here. But sometimes that’s the problem, there’s no adrenaline, no one causing the heart pounding excitement. We don’t have sports because of the sand, it really annoys me. There are some sink holes every now and then so big buildings and such don’t really exist. Shows you how penury (adj stingy) our community is.

    Anyway, this world gets very tiring sometimes. I wake up and oh look, the suns out again…

    Sometimes I plan on escaping this world on a freighter and running to the inner colonies. Some of them still haven’t proscribed (v. to banish) the incoming of refugees. Sure I’ll be relegated (v. to move to less important position), but at least I’ll be away from this place. I’m so lethargic (adj. sluggish) in the morning it’s not even funny. The same thing everyday. Well that’s enough for now…

  15. It is my haven. My place to go when no one will listen or when I don’t wish anyone to here. It’s the place I go to let it all out. That wondrous imperturbable (adj, calm) place is where I go to scream, to cry, or to just sit and stare. I can’t take this anymore. We came here to escape, and we just ended up imprisoned once more. It all started out good. We were free of the war and could start a nation where we could be free. I wasn’t alive yet, but this is what my mother tells me. Sometimes I don’t believe her. How can something that started so good, become so horrible. Sometimes I think she’s duping (verb, to fool) me, trying to give me hope that the future could be better, by telling me the happiness of the past.

    My mother tells me that the fear and hopelessness started with the war. They called it the Mortifer War, which is Latin for deadly. I don’t understand why they chose Latin and didn’t just call it WWIII but that is what they did. The things my mom has told me about it are to horrible to repeat. She tells me that when my grandfather was relegated (verb- to move to a less important position) because he was suspected of treason, they fled. This was a lie but they feared for their lives because of the wrong accusation. This fear led them to run. They met up with a large group bent on escaping and sailed away to safety. These people were the founding fathers of our territory. She tells me it was good for a while, and then Aemulus rose to power, worming his way through our government until he was the leader. It is his fault that my world is hopeless.

    We have reverted back to the cruel ways of the ancient Spartans. Be perfect, be strong, be a warrior, or die. Those are our choices now. It is all Aemulus’s fault, for he is the crazed dictator that led us to this hopelessness. Maybe I should just say my hopelessness, for everyone else seems to fawn (verb- try to please by flattering) over the retched man and the new warriors. This could just be out of fear, but who knows; maybe they actually like this new order. Their adulation (noun- excessively admiring behavior) sickens me. The worst is that even my own father supports it with all he has. He sent me away at the tender age of three to become a warrior. I suffered through fifteen years of brutal and violent training. These camps aren’t even sanitary because of our dictator’s penury (adj- stinginess). At these disgusting camps we learn the art of killing, and train to hold in all emotion. The one difference between us and the Spartans is that girls are trained just as the boys, for all must learn the art. We learn that to be dogmatic (adj- opinionated) is something that calls for punishment, and that we all must obey. They train us to become brainless machines, and the people celebrate it.

    These camps have taken me from a talkative creative individual, to a taciturn (adj- habitually quiet) unwilling follower. Just like all others, I too follow from fear. But my fear is not for me; my fear is for others that would pay for my disobedience. Inside I harbor the hope that one day Aemulus will be over throne or that my family and I can escape.

    It is when I can no longer stand the violence and the lack of emotion that I visit the beach. I stare into the ocean, dreaming of a place far away where I can be free. Where I can escape this violent restricting territory, and be able to show my true self and not fear the beating that I would surely receive. If we show too much individuality we are proscribed (verb- to banish or outlaw). For any sign of individuality is a threat of his power. We all must obey and well all must be the same.

    My mother shares my dream of escape. I know this, because at night when she thinks I’m asleep, she talks to me in a lethargic (adj- drowsy, tired) voice of a land far away from here where we can be free. Where we can go and escape. She calls this land her home, and over the years I have began to call it that to. I wish to go home, and eventually I will get there. Nothing will stop me.

  16. The Not So Easy “A”

    First semester Psychology was supposed to be an easy “A”, or so I thought. As Mid Term exams were quickly approaching, I was barely holding on to a C+ average. This was an elective class—how could I possibly be struggling with an introductory Psychology course? I had to find a way to bring my grade up to a respectable level. What was I to do—adulate (verb, win favor with flattery) my teacher by feigning an intense curiosity in the relationship between penury (n, poverty) and its effect on human behavior? We had spent two weeks studying this relationship and I was uninterested.

    My classmate, Margie, was struggling in Psychology as well. Margie and I had known each other since elementary school and we always met for lunch. We had just finished our lasagna, which was about the only edible choice in the university cafeteria. We spotted the ever studious Joanie who always dined alone – she was taciturn (adj, reserved in speech) by nature. Margie and I tried unsuccessfully to befriend Joanie on several occasions. We assumed that Joanie didn’t want her scholarly reputation relegated (v, assigned to an inferior position) to “average student status” by being seen with us. Margie and I headed to class. As if appearing out of nowhere, I found the answer to my C+ dilemma. There it was, posted on the billboard beside the lecture hall, on bright yellow paper. It read:

    Attention students enrolled in PSYC 1315. You are invited to participate in a psychological research project. This is purely voluntary. In return for taking part in this project, you will receive an A as a replacement test grade. You must volunteer and complete this before your Mid-term exam. The experiment will take one hour. Sign up below. Choose the date and time you will participate. See Dr. Marmite if you have any questions.

    My mind whispered that this was too good to be true. My fear of earning a grade less than a B shouted “Do it!” My trepidation of earning a C+ stemmed from my dogmatic (adj, opinionated) father who believed that any grade lower than a B meant failure. I noticed several of my fellow Psychology 1325 classmates signing up, like ants clamoring to build a mound. I signed my name on the roster and chose the Wednesday 1p.m. time slot. Ah, yes, by tomorrow at 2p.m., I will no longer be a C+ student.

    I lethargically (adv, listlessly) walked down the long corridor and found room 102. It wasn’t hard to locate, as some students were hurriedly exiting and others were milling about imperturbably (adv, calmly), waiting in line. “My stomach is upset” I heard one student say as she left room 102. She must have eaten the frito chili pie in the cafeteria. Anyone who has ever eaten in the cafeteria more than once has heard the horror stories about the pie. The line was moving rather quickly and I was the next person to be called in. “I think I’m going to be sick—where is the men’s room?” I pointed to the row of rooms across the hall and said “Fourth door on the right.” “Thanks” he said, as he clutched his stomach and sped to where I had directed him. Another victim of the pie, I surmised.

    “Sharon Johnson” bellowed the receptionist. I stepped forward to receive my name tag. “Student ID, please.” I rifled through my wallet and displayed my identification. “Proceed to Suite 3, Miss Johnson.” The room reeked of air freshener. The walls were sterile white—nothing to fawn (v, dote) over. There was something very foreboding about this room. A small table with an average size chair greeted me. A piece of toast lied on the plate, in anticipation of my presence. Off to the right was what appeared to be a tiny bottle of syrup, placed upside down. I didn’t bother to read the label on the bottle. Next to the plate was a full glass of water and a note with instructions.

    I grabbed the bottle and squeezed the contents onto the toast. Curiously, according to the instructions, I was to form a question mark with the syrup. I proceeded to take a bite of the toast. In a matter of just a few minutes, I had completed my task and devoured all that was on my plate. The syrup-covered toast left an oily feeling in my mouth. I drank all the water after I finished the toast, in an attempt to wash away the slimy aftertaste that was growing stronger with each passing moment. Now, as instructed, I would wait for fifteen minutes. I’d fill out the questionnaire that was on the back of the instruction sheet. I would be through in just under an hour.

    I set the alarm on my cell phone to go off in precisely fifteen minutes. After waiting patiently, I heard the crash of a slamming door. Although barely audible, it sounded like someone was requesting directions to the bathroom. Had all of todays participants eaten the pie? Silently, I smirked as I remembered the first time I ate the frito chili pie. It was an experience never to be forgotten.

    In a flash, my smirk quickly changed to a frown and then to an audible wince. My stomach gurgled. A dull pain raced through my abdomen. Tiny beads of sweat started forming on my forehead, like droplets of condensation on a window after a heavy rain. I only had 6 minutes left before I could fill out the questionnaire. Wait it out, wait it out, I chanted. Two minutes had passed and the dull pain became sharper. The gurgling had transitioned into a roar. I was perspiring profusely. I needed to get out of this room now.

    I yanked the door open and ran toward the restroom. Had all us participants been duped (v, deceived)? Was this some sort of diabolical research project? Was this experiment simply a ruse for some sinister plot to test a proscribed (adj, banished or outlawed) food product? As all these questions flashed through my mind, one thing was sure. There was no such thing as an easy “A”

  17. Image #1

    As retired U.S army Lieutenant Mark Solomon finished unpaking his cheap, plastic chair, Mark’s mind drifted back to when he and his brothers had stormed this beach. A normally imperturtable (adj;placid) man, Mark felt helpless as he remembered the final, dying screams of his men. He finally was able to proscribe (verb; to banish or outlaw) these unwanted memories, but they wrre replaced by ones no less unpleasant. He rembered himself basking in the adulation (adj; excessively admiring behaviour) of the baby-faced privates, and the grudging respect of the corporals and Sergants. He also remembered how he tried to protect those same men by relegating (verb; to move to a less important position) them to the back of the beach, only to see most of them be mercilessly cut down by the noise of the far off guns of the Nazi Reich. He heard night after night the Germans’ dogmatic (adj;opinionated) propaganda that unsucessfully tried to cut the troops’ morale, fawning (trying to please by flatering) them with the voice of the woman. However, his men were too clever to be duped (veerb; to fool) by that trash. However, his good ol’ boys were not invulnerable to bullets. As he saw the young privates mowed down by the unseen enemy, animalistic rage had filled Mark, as he rushed up behind the bunker that had killed his men, and killed all but one of the Germans; the gunner. Mark shot out both his legs, and as the yong German’s pleas fell on deaf ears, Mark finished the boy off. His pleas had not been filled with the penury (adj; stinginess) of the German officers; his had been filled by desparation. Ever scince that day, Mark had been taciturn (adj; habiitually untalkative) of those events. He had done something he could never take back that day; he had not protected anyone from an evil Nazi, he had murrdered a young boy of ninteen. As he thought, Mark realized he began to feel lethargic (adj; drowsy), and he gradually slipped from concioussness to the ream of nightmares of that day that still plauges him, and will probally follow him beyond that grave.

  18. Image One:

    I was so upset because I had just been relegated (v, moved to a less important position) from a vice president to a member of the board. I was so bummed as I looked out an saw the beautiful ocean and a chair, one that if it were a person would be seen as proscribed (v, banished) from everyone else. I was so lethargic (adj, drowsy) and had to sit down so I figured this would be the perfect place for me to relax. As I walked over to the chair a man showed up. I tried to dupe (v, to fool) him and said “Dude, free ice cream over there!” but it definitely did not work. So I figured if I went with a fawning (adj, tring to please by flattering) approach, maybe I would have more luck. After I talked to him and complimented him a numerous amount of times, I realized that he was a taciturn (adj, habitually untalkative) person and for that I did not see any adulation (n, excessively admiring behavior) in him. True, this may just be a dogmatic (adj, opinionated) statement since I am biased because I wanted that chair, but non-the-less, I was very heated. I looked at this man and realized that he was extremely dirty and overwhelmed with penury (n, poverty). I felt awful for how selfish I had been. I apologized for interruption his imperturbable (adj, calm) evening and wished him all of the happiness in the world. If I had not seen that empty chair on the beach side, I would have continued to be arrogant. So I thank that man, the one who saved me from living a life of misery and hate.

  19. “You’re doing it all wrong. Here let me show you” said Henry

    Penelope gave a huff and fell onto the fluffy white pillow. I was way too tired of doing this, I just need to sleep.

    “Nope, get up. You have to watch this or you’ll never get it right.” He said grabbing her arm to lift her off of the floor. With a moan of obvious discontent Penelope was lifted from the floor in a strangely graceful manner.

    “Henry, I managed to do the kick flip three and a half hours ago and I’ve been awake for my MANDATORY training since early this morning, leave me alone so I won’t be lethargic(adj-drowsy;tired) for the mission,” She looked at the clock on the far wall of The White Room “this morning.”

    “You’re right, you managed to do the kick flip, but not correctly. A Portuguese drug lord isn’t going to show sympathy towards you when he easily catches your leg when you try to take him down. He’s just going to kill you.” He said while attacking a target hanging from the ceiling with some particularly impressive punches. His dogmatic (adj-asserting opinions in an arrogant manner) characteristics were beginning to shine through; Henry obviously thought this was necessary and was determined to make Penelope see that. He knew better than anyone how stubborn she was, so this could take a while. “I was almost relegated (verb-to move to a less important position) by The Coterie because I couldn’t do this. It’s an extremely important move, just try one more time please”

    “Henry, I’m twenty-six and I’ve been an official part of The Coterie for over four years, I think I can handle a Portuguese drug lord in other ways than a kick flip. I understand that you’re only trying to help, but you’re a bit obsessive. Let me sleep and I promise I will try the kick flip some other time.” Penelope said with a drowsy smile and collapsed onto the floor. She didn’t even bother to leave The White Room. Henry tried to object but she was already asleep. He couldn’t deny how peaceful she looked when she was asleep, he picked her up and carried her to seemingly ordinary wall and placed his hand on the surface. There was an 8 by 12 inch rectangle of blinding light that formed around Henry’s hand and a large oval opened up in the wall. A path of light appeared with every step he took that disappeared behind him. He knew where he was going; this had been his main base for the past ten years of his life. Penelope’s dormitory was about a thirty-seven minute walk from his current position, so he walked the thirty-seven minutes in silence except of the echo of his feet and the confusion in his head.

    A light shut on in front of a door with the number “42” printed on the front in green foam paint. Penelope didn’t like the depressing black sign so she continued to personalize her door. Henry chuckled at her stead-fast personality and lifted her hand to touch the door. The open door to reveal a moderately sized dormitory with a giant cork board with pictures from the past missions and a decor that seemed to be modeled after a graveyard. It was a requirement for all dormitories to look the same, Penelope’s 42 would probably be replaced with the usual number by the end of the week. He walked out, and the door closed behind him while he left to dormitory #56.

    Penelope woke up to a well-rested and strangely in her bed. She knew that she had fallen asleep in The White Room but she figured that Henry had just taken her to her room again. That was like him to do it, he hated it when she slept on the floor. She changed into her mission clothes and walked out of her room to see that her “#46” had been replaced with the usual dull black sign. She walked over to dormitory #56 with a small black carry-on bag, they were leaving for their mission to day and Henry was probably waiting on her. She knocked on the door and was greeted by a beaming Henry. He couldn’t dupe(verb-fool) her, she had a feeling that something was up. Henry was always happy to see her, but never this happy.

    “Good morning Penelope, you look gorgeous this morning” He said with a bright smile.

    “Um, thanks Henry. Why so strange?” she said confused. Henry was never one to fawn(verb-to please by flattering) and was always sincere with everything he said. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

    “Nothing? I’m just happy to see you, that’s all. There’s not always an under lying meaning to everything, Penelope.” He walked from his room carrying a similar bag.

    “Are you sure? Elated is more like it. You seem like something fantastic has happened to you in the past 24 hours. It’s very strange considering you usually keep to yourself with a taciturn(adj-habitually untalkative) attitude.” Henry kissed her and continued down the hallway with his unnaturally perky disposition.

    “Are you on insane?!” Penelope harshly whispered to Henry while she chased after him. “You can’t do that here, WE can’t do that here! If the board finds out they’ll proscribe(verb-banish) us to who knows-”

    “Why? What exactly are we doing that’s wrong?” Penelope gave him a blank stare.

    “You are insane, no one knows about The Coterie, not even the United States Military knows about The Coterie. As a result, they can do anything they want and get away with it. It’s extremely hard to get in trouble with the law when you don’t exist.”

    “They aren’t going to kill us, Penelope, not for this anyway. Why are we hiding it?”

    “Because we aren’t allowed to feel anything here! They made that clear the very first day we were shipped here.” Penelope started a brisk walk toward the main entrance. “Come on, we’re going to be late and we have to make it to the airport in less than an hour.”

    “Exactly! We were forced here, we had absolutely no say if this organization should be part of our lives or not. We were seventeen when they found us, we barely had time to live our own lives.”

    “Henry, you were living in penury(noun-extreme poverty) and I was dying of, I still don’t know what. The Coterie SAVED us, it’s not like they were taking random kids off of the street and training them to be whatever we are. We are going to be late and we can’t be late, we’ll talk about this later but right now we have to get to the airport.” Henry let the matter go for the moment, but his mood was shattered. He had hoped that Penelope would feel the same as he did. He did tend to be the logical one, but in matters of the heart, one loses all logic. The two walked from the main entrance to the small red car waiting for them with the keys in the ignition.

    The drive to the airport was a short and quiet one, Penelope drove and she was obviously conflicted because her face was hardened and she was driving over 80 miles an hour the entire trip. All of her attention was focused on the road and avoiding a crash while speeding down the highway. Her only goal was to distract herself from Henry. Henry was trying to forget the conversation that had taken place moments earlier. He was going over the mission plans in his head faster than the normal mind should be able to process. His only goal was to distract himself from Penelope. After arriving from the airport they both jumped out of the car, avoiding each others’ eyes and walked into the airport. They were supposed to be disguised as a married couple but were acting like fighting six-year-olds. The two speeded through security and reached gate A13 to Amadora, Portugal with fifteen minutes to spare.

    “This is dumb.” Penelope said while turning her head towards Henry. “Why are we fighting about this?”

    “I’m not really sure, when did it turn into a fight?”

    “When we started ignoring each other.” Henry looked up at Penelope, she was imperturbable(adj-calm) now, completely unlike how she was at the base

    “We can figure this all out later, we both know that there is no leaving The Coterie unless they release us. I don’t care how long it takes, I refuse to live without you.” Penelope looked at Henry with a look of adulation(noun-excessively admiring behavior), grabbed his hand, and boarded the plane to Amadora.

  20. It happens every month. It has to, or else we’ll all die.

    I had been proscribed (v.; to banish) by the townspeople to the Chair and was tied down with rope. I clutched the black pebble in my hand. I just had to be the one who chose the black one, didn’t I? Out of all the white ones in the bag, the black one just somehow found my hand and made me grab for it. Now, I was left alone by myself. Everyone else had already relegated (v.; to move to a less important position) from the main city to somewhere far away and safe. I watched the imperturbable (adj.; calm) water and wondered if it’s really possible for something like that to live in such a peaceful place. I waited many hours for my fate, growing more and more lethargic (adj.; drowsy) while I sat there doing nothing. Yet I was also anxious to meet the thing myself and carry out my plan.

    Just when I was about to bore myself to death, the surface of the lake quickly transformed from a gentle sheet of water to a wild torrent of waves. A gargantuan monster rose out of the water and looked around with its beady eyes.

    The monster was known to be incredibly stupid and guile at the same time. People who had watched the monster move and act had all noticed that it doesn’t have much brainpower. But it could still kill someone with ease.

    In a moment, the monster spotted me. It’s small round eyes focused and he started to writhe toward me. I stared back, trying to intimidate and dupe (v.; to fool) it into thinking that I am a lot stronger than I look. I glared at it and gave it the most malicious face I could manage. I forced myself to believe that I was stronger than it; I became so dogmatic (adj.; opinionated) about it that he backed off and his movements became hesitant. I didn’t give up. I kept glowering at it with as much hate I could give off. It worked. The monster slowly sunk back down to where he came from.

    The townspeople responded in a fawning (adj.; trying to please by flattering) manner and carried an adulation (n.; excessively admitting behavior) toward me. They couldn’t believe that I had gotten rid of the monster. I was supposed to be eaten so it could leave everyone alone for a month. Even the most taciturn (adj.; habitually untalkative) of people commented on how brave and powerful I was. Cash rained on me; the penury (n.; stinginess) of the townspeople suddenly disappeared for this jolly event.

    A month later, someone was still sent to the chair, but the monster didn’t return. The monster never bothered anyone ever again.

  21. I had been here all day, swimming, playing, building sand castles and doing all my favorite things. Now, it was time to relax. I had until 11:30 to get home, and it was a 2 hour drive back but for some reason I wasn’t worried. The beach had almost cleared, except for a few people here and there. My friends had been strangely adulate (to show excessive admiration or devotion to) [adj] and I was in a great mood. All of my friends and I were laying down on the fluffy, smooth sand when a man and a women walked by. The man was tall and very thin, brown-headed, and wearing slacks and a button-down shirt. The women was very petite, her hair up and graying, and wearing a flowery button-down shirt with a long skirt. Anyone else would have thought this strange, but I thought nothing of it, my fantastic mood distracting me from everything. The man walking by spoke in a dogmatic (opinionated, asserting a thing positively and authoritatively) [adj] way. But for now, I completely ignored the odd couple and focused on my relaxing time. I was not to be duped (fooled) [v] by Sydney’s smirk, I knew exactly what she was thinking- late night swim. As if we hadn’t had enough swimming today, I almost gave in by her fawning (trying to please by flattering) [adj] but I stood my ground and refused. However, Sydney is very strong-willed, its what I love about her, but she gathered up the rest of the group and headed out to the comfortable water. One of the boys stayed back with me, claiming to have a head-ache. After about 20 minutes it became dark, the only thing you could see was the outline of people’s bodies. I heard a pop and saw an outline of what seemed like a man steadily becoming closer to us. The boy next to me, which I had not gotten the name of, stayed very imperturbable (calm) [adj] but I was the opposite. I am not the type of person to admit that I am scared, so I quickly told the boy that I had became lethargic (tired) [adj] and asked him if he minded driving me home. We had been driving for a couple minutes when I looked out the window and stared. I had thought the crime rate out here was proscribed (banished) [v] due to the number of police officers here, but I guess I was mistaken. I am normally ‘in charge’ of most situations, but because I was tired, and needless to say scared, I relegated (to move to a less important position) [verb] and let the boy take charge. However I wasn’t sure how that was possible, considering he was taciturn (habitually untalkative) [adj]. As we drove by, I focused on all of the figures around me (as I had not done on the way over here) and was shocked. Least to say I had never been exposed to such penury (extreme poverty) [noun]. I was away from the scene, thinking about my friends that we had left behind. I kept reassuring myself that it was too dark for the man to notice them, and they were too far out for him to hear. I honestly didn’t know how that thought did not cross my mind when I made the quick decision to leave. Tears started falling from my cheek when I heard the first word from the boy’s mouth: “Lexi” the pause was tense but awkward. “What’s the matter?” I tried so hard to stay calm and think about what to say before the words left my mouth. But all that blurted out was “I left them back there!…. I left them……” After that I could not find the words to say. It was almost 5 minutes before he spoke again… the tears still drizzling down my cheek. “They’re fine. That was nothing, it was probably just some people messing around. Don’t let it get to you. What time are you supposed to be home again?” His voice held there for a second. When his words finally processed through my brain, I started freaking out even more. I hesitantly looked at the clock. 10:27. I was going to be late. “11:30” He gave me one of those looks that make you think you’re and idiot then he started laughing. “Well I guess we better speed it up a little.” I didn’t actually notice how fast he was driving until I looked out the window. My eyes grew big when I saw that we were going crazy fast. But for some reason I felt safe. “You should probably get some sleep” he said. “Nah, I don’t think I can right now.” He pulled out something from his pocket and handed it to me. I couldn’t tell what it was until I felt the cold metal. I opened his phone and looked over at him. “Go ahead… they might be done.” He said. I dialed Ashley’s number and waited. I was losing hope, it was almost to the voicemail, when she picked up.
    “Hello?” Ash said
    “Ashley!”
    “Lexi! Where are you?! We heard a noise and came back and you weren’t here. We have been worrying about you.”
    “Ash! I have been worrying about you.” I think I forgot that I was in an enclosed car because I was talking a little louder than I should have, but it didn’t seem to be bothering him.
    “OK.. So you’re alright? You will never believe what happened after you left. There were so many cops. Apparently some guy shot at some poor couple for no reason. I’m glad it wasn’t us.”
    “Yeah I’m fine. Wow. Did someone actually get hurt?”
    “I’m not sure, we left right after the cops asked Jacob some questions.”
    There was a long pause before it clicked in my head.
    “Wait Ash… do you know what the couple looked like?”
    “Umm, I think Jacob said the man was tall and had brown hair and a hat…. if that helps. Why?”
    “Because I saw them at the beach earlier.”
    “Well Lex I gotta go, I’m glad that you are OK. Make sure to call me tomorrow.”
    “OK, I will. Be safe.”
    “You too Lex.”
    I closed the phone and handed it back to the boy. “So… would you like to know what happened?” I said. “Oh don’t worry, I heard everything.” He laughed quietly but real. “Oh… sorry I guess I got a little carried away.”
    All of a sudden we were in front of my house. “Wait… what? how did you…..” Before I could finish the sentence he pointed at the clock, 11:29, and reached across me and pushed the door open. “Better hurry.” I grabbed my bag and slid out of the car. “Thanks for the ride.” I said. “Anytime.” He said in such a voice that took my breathe away. “Wait…. what was your name again?” “Sean. Now you better hurry up before you get yourself and me in trouble. I’d like to be able to take you out again sometime.” There was nothing left to say. I shut the door and walked carefully to the front door. I threw a quick glance back and waved, resisting watching him drive away.

  22. “Where are my shades man? These UV rays are gonna kill my eye sight. Gosh, remain imperturbable(calm,verb), you will find them Larry. They have to be here somewhere.I am going to have to proscribe(banish,verb) myself from the lake if I don’t find these darned sunglasses… Found em! How did they get underneath the fridge? Ohhh well, guess i’ll get some tea while I am here. Actually, I’m feeling a little lethargic(adj,noun), I should take a nap.”

    Larry is in South Carolina on a lake; he has no idea what the name is. Larry is all alone, enjoying his time away from work. Larry was relegated(v), moved down from Project Manager to just another programmer at IBM. His boss told him that his taciturn(habitually untalkative, adj) personality prevented him from motivating his staff. But Larry didn’t care about the downgrading. He hated his job. So he quit.

    But before he left he told his boss, “this company is going nowhere fast, especially with you retards working for this company. You guys can try to dupe(fool,verb) Steve here, with your fawning(please by flattering,verb), but you’ll all end up like me. FIRED!” And Larry walked out, never looking back.

    This is how Larry ended up in South Carolina.

    Although Larry’s blow up at work left many of his previous colleagues dogmatic(opinionated,adj), they all had to agree with him. IBM was a joke. In the back of their minds, they all had an adulation(admiring behavior,noun) for Larry and his penury(stinginess,noun) about just quitting.

    Larry went down in the IBM history book for the guy who did what he wanted. Larry spent every day after IBM sitting in that white lawn chair overlooking the lake, drinking tea.

  23. Amy is a talkative girl before, but she is taciturn (habitually untalkative adjective) now. She becomes dogmatic (doctrinal adjective) and likes to dupe (to fool verb) with everybody. She thinks she gets relegated (to move to a less important position verb) from the world. She thinks the world is a penury (poverty) of something and she doesn’t know what happen to her, and she always feel lethargic (tired adjective). She can not believe everyone in the world, she thinks people are fawning (trying to please by flattering adjective) creature. People’s action seems to be an adulation (excessively admiring behavior noun) for her. She goes to the doctor and the doctor said she is too concern. Her doctor proscribes (to banish verb) her to do anything right now. She needs to be imperturbable (calm adjective) and rest at her house all day long. It seems boring to her but it really help her out. She can come back to her normal life again.

  24. Wonderer I am and wander I do. Around and around, exploring all the questions of the world. Why? How come?

    Because. Because the earth is round. Because the same moon appears differently in the same sky every night. Because humans are screwballs who do not truly know anything. That’s why.

    A teenager sits at the doctors office, awaiting the news of her child. A boy. Others would celebrate, or send out announcements to all, but there she sits, with her boyfriend by her side. They walk out, she can’t (fool) or dupe (verb) anyone any more. He would come.

    “It’s a boy…” She said, hardly able to grasp the concept of parenthood and nasty diapers and the first step towards the things of the world. The lethargic (adj) and (tired) mother seemed old. Not that of a 16 year old.

    (Calm) and imperturbable (adj) she felt on good days, and on others, the nature of the sin and constant regret sent her to her dreams by teardrops. The stinginess and penury (n) of her old friends hurt more than the growth of life. How could anyone who cares shun her at the point in her life that she needed them the most? Why?

    Those animals and roaches proscribe (verb) and (banish) her like she has a plague. She believes she has a plague. A plague of sin and regrets that fill her life, that will soon fill his life with questions. Why?

    The parents constantly are disappointed in her. Respectful she must be to those of dogmatic (adj) and (doctrinal) opinion. But she needs them. She needs a shoulder to cry on and a person to listen….

    Long lost friends have more in common than we think. Seeing her, feeling as if everyone knows her sin; she feels like a specimen. Humble maybe? She does not have to relegate (verb) and (move to a less important position in life). We are all damagers of each other and we can all testify to our many, many mistakes. You just judge her because you can see the outcome of her wrong. But you? You have only yourself to lie to. Redemption can happen. Certainly the wonderer is not criticizing, just expressing. I do not put up a wall of adulation (noun) and (praise) or condemnation to impress the world. I am an observer, and a wanderer. And a friend.

    We met for lunch. Just to talk. About what ever she needed to get off her chest. I was kind, and understanding, but I was not fawning (verb) or (trying to please her with flattery). We had known each other since third grade or younger. She had moved away with her mother. And we grew apart; but ironically visited the same trails. Interestingly enough, these two definitely not taciturn (adj) and (untalkative) girls talked about their life, and how their circumstances changed everything.

    She is wiser, and has seen things that are now her story, and her reason to live. Stories are meant to be told. And we all live in a story of our own. The question we always ask ourselves is ‘why’? She recognizes her mistake, and all she responds with is, “I don’t know, but I love him already, and it will all work out. Just don’t make my mistake.”

  25. I hadn’t thought about that summer until I saw the chair. Of course, the two had absolutely nothing in common. And yet… There was an air of forsakenness about the chair, as if it was waiting for someone to return, someone to wash off the dirt and grime off its cracked plastic legs. As my legs carried me over to the relegated (normally v; to move to a less important position), my mind swam with memories of that summer- the summer we went to Captiva, the summer of Emily Saunders, the summer which I was forever changed.

    It was the year I turned eleven. I was at an age in which I had not fully left the comfort of my mother’s bosom and entered the world, nor was I invulnerable to the influences of others. That was where Emily Saunders came in. She was fourteen, old enough to have ‘experienced’ the world while fighting the throes of puberty. I thought she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen, her long brown hair flowing in the wind, her blue eyes matching the shade of the sea. In her presence, I became an expert at fawning (v; trying to please by flattering), complimenting her shoes, her fingernail polish, her tiny dog, Snowball. While then I thought she liked me because I was pretty like her (or so I hoped), I realize now I was spared from the receiving end of her dogmatic (adj; opinionated) comments merely because of the adulation (n; excessively admiring behavior) I showered upon her pedicured feet. Still, she and I did everything together, we were so inseparable the man at the marine thought us sisters. Sisters! The thought of being related to Emily Saunders sent a tingling down my forehead to the tips of my toes.

    To me, Emily Saunders could do no wrong. That is, until that one night.

    There was a storm, one of those storms that makes the whole house vibrate, ever clap of thunder sounds like the roof crashing over our helpless heads. I was scared and instead of turning to my mother to proscribe (v; to banish) the fright, I ran to Emily. The rain pelted against my raincoat as I raced the yards to where her family was staying. I pounded on her window and she quickly let me in.

    After I had dried off, we sat by the window, our faces in our hands, looking at the rain-beaten sea. Suddenly, I heard a moaning. It was a sound so terrifying and yet heart-breaking that only the great Emily Saunders could save me from it.

    “It’s the chair,” Emily whispered.

    Even through the sheets of rain, I could see its specter. By day, we had gazed curiously at the beautiful seat, now crusted with barnacles and mold. But in its prime, it must have been so beautiful that only the gifted hands of Hephaestus. Through its filth, we could still see the delicate carvings of fish and shells, and in marvel, we watched the shining beauty of the faded gold on the chair at dusk. I wondered why no one ever moved the chair, surely it was valuable. But everyday the sun rose, and the chair still sparkled. I never knew the story of the chair, why no one sat in it, or carried it away. So it was only logical that Emily Saunders said it was the chair that was crying.

    “What do you mean?” I asked.

    “Why haven’t you ever heard the story of the ghost maiden?” Emily gasped at my stupidity. When I didn’t reply, she began:

    “Once upon a time, about fifty years ago, there was a beautiful girl named Annabelle. She was so beautiful, they say, that the fish came up to the shore just to see her walk by, that the birds sang just for her.

    “But the girl was unhappy. Her father was a clam-farmer and he made up for the lack of penury (n; stinginess) he had given her with her looks with the work he forced upon her. Every morning she rose with the sun and waded out in the sea to collect the tiny clams. She had no friends, as the village girls were too jealous of her perfect skin and the boys were too frightened by her green eyes.

    “As she grew older, her father grew meaner (he drank a lot) and she grew sadder and sadder. All she longed for was a friend and every night she prayed God would give her one.

    “Then one day, her wish was granted. As she wandered the lonely coves of the island, far away from the village, she stumbled upon a bear cut tangled in the greedy vines. As she stopped to free it, the mother bear returned and began to chase Annabelle through the forest. Annabelle ran as fast as she could, her clam nets banging against her legs.

    “Suddenly, she tripped and fell. The bear was about to pounce when a man jumped out from the trees and shot the bear with his rifle. The bear fell to the ground, dead and Annabelle fainted.

    “When she woke up, she did not know where she was, and she tried to leave because her father would be angry if she wasn’t home to make him dinner. She made it to the door of the hut before the man accosted her, ‘where do you think you are going?’ he asked.

    ‘Home,’ she replied, aghast. For the youth’s beauty was only equaled by her own, together they were the sun and the moon, yin and yang.

    “The man realized it too, and they fell into each other’s arms, drunk with the smell of…”

    “Hold it, can’t we just skip this part, it’s gross.” I interrupted.

    “Fine… God you are so immature.” Emily rolled her eyes but continued, “The next morning Annabelle returned to her father and Charles, for that was the boy’s name, left to become a sailor. They had decided he would provide money for them to get married and live on, while she waited for him to return.

    “Everyday she sat in the beautiful chair outside his hut, waiting for him to return to her. But he never did. His ship was caught in a terrible storm, because the heavens were jealous of Annabelle’s love for him, and his body was married forever to the bottom of the sea. They said his last words were to her, ‘Annabelle, darling, never forget.’

    “When the news reached his beloved, she continued to sit in the chair, never leaving it for fear she would miss her lover’s return. She too began to waste away, until she was only a ghost, forgotten even by her father. And so they say, every full moon she returns to her throne, crying out to the imperturbable (adj; placid) seas to return her true love to her arms and yet he never comes…” Emily stopped, a dramatic light filling her eyes.

    “So that wailing…”

    “Is her cries for her only love.” Emily finished.

    By this point I was lethargic (adj; drowsy) with want of sleep, and soon fell asleep, still perched on the window sill. I had beautifully tragic dreams of Annabelle and Charles’ fated love, doomed forever.

    When I awoke the next morning, I flew across to our house, eager to tell my mother the tragic story of Annabelle and Charles.

    When I finished, I looked at my mother expectantly. I was disappointed.

    “Rachel, sweetie, what you heard last night, those were the trees blowing because of the storm.” My mother stopped, thinking of how best to break my heart, “and the chair, honey, that belonged to an old man who drank too much one night, and fell into the sea. There is not story of Annabelle and Charles; Emily made that up.”

    I ran from her, furious, but deep in my heart, I knew my mother was right and I had been duped (v; fooled) by the person whom I trusted the most. I spent the rest of the day huddled in my room, angry at my mother and Emily, sad that the tragic story of the beautiful Annabelle was a fraud and the drunken old man had existed instead. I vowed there, in my closet, that I would never speak to Emily Saunders, and to this day, I have never even uttered a syllable to her.

    I had been taciturn (adj; habitually untalkative) at the best of times, but now I was mute. I feared if I spoke, another childhood fantasy would crash down before me. How could the world be so unromantic, so ugly?

    My depression was a two-fold. I was angry at Emily Saunders for having made a joke of me being so naïve to be her friend, but I was also worried. If Emily Saunders had told me such a massive lie in thirty minutes, how many other lies about my childhood had my parents told me in eleven years? And one by one, they came crashing down, the Tooth Fairy’s undying love for me was replaced by the immorality of war.

    The shreds of my childhood were left on those sandy beaches. I had been lied to, used, and made to look like an idiot. My teenage angst emerged as I pondered the cruelty of the world– were such beautiful stories only to be found in story books? Was my life destined to be as ugly as the alcoholic man? Was there no hope for me?

    I carried that dull ache in my heart for years, until I met my own love and started my own family. I was able to see firsthand that there still was romance in the world and it was not just invented by a pig-tailed girl.

    And now, I am able to listen to the wind howl at night without crying, for I realize that we make our own stories, both real and imagined.

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  27. This beach is an imperturbable (calm, placid)(adjective) place that has the amazing ability to proscribe (banish or outlaw)(verb) my energy and put me in a lethargic (drowsy; tired)(adjective) state.I sit here in this chair and dupe (to fool)(verb) myself in dreams about the rest of the world.I find myself to be quite dogmatic (opinionated)(adjective) in these dreams, I even criticize the filth on my chair. The dirty state of my chair reveals a look of penury (poverty)(noun). However, I give plenty of adulation (excessively admiring behavior)(verb), almost to a point that I am fawning (trying to please by flattering)(adjective) over everyone. There was a dream once where I was promoted to president of my company, but I awoke and realized that I was relegated (to move to a less important position)(verb) to a less important position. The people around the spot where my chair sits are taciturn (habitually untalkative)(adjective), it’s a calm spot where I can sit in peace.

  28. I was watching the ocean again.

    I was sure this was unhealthy. I had ventured to this exact same spot to this exact same chair each day. It was an ordinary, white lawn chair that someone would glance over and pass off. It wasn’t anything special. The sand that the chair was on wasn’t special either… It was normal sand, brown and grainy, warm under your feet. The waves that washed into the sand, pounding and digging at it, had the same monotonous rhythm every day. So why did I come here each day to watch this repetitive cycle?

    Maybe it was the lethargic (drowsy, tired; adj) atmosphere of the place… or the imperturbable (calm, placid; adj) sense I developed when I sat in the chair, staring at the vast expanse of the waves. I don’t express any adulation (excessively admiring behavior; n) for the ocean, nor am I excited to be here. I am apathetic. Something draws me here, though, and keeps me coming back. I don’t know what it is.

    Maybe it’s the blood connection I have with the ocean.

    Not quite literally is my blood or any of my relative’s blood in the sea, but the person closest to me died here.

    I wasn’t there when it happened. I don’t even know where I was… probably asleep in my bed. I don’t even know if she did it out of suicide, or if it was an accident. The only thing I knew was when I woke up that morning, and the sirens of an ambulance were running and the cops were outside my door, that something was terribly wrong.

    Drowned, they had said. An accident, they had said.

    But had it really been an accident?

    I had known Dakota for many years. Her masks of concealment and facades of emotion couldn’t dupe (fool; v) me. I saw right through her every time. Except this time. If she had been unhappy and contemplating suicide, I didn’t see it… not even a trace of it. I could always tell with Dakota. When she was upset, I saw it coming from a mile away. It was a connection I had with her – even though I couldn’t see her displeasure on the outside, I always felt it on the inside. It was weird. You could describe it as one of those bonds twins have.

    Dakota was generous and kind. She possessed no penury (stinginess; n) or cruelty – and if she did, I never saw a trace of it. She never had to get her way by fawning (trying to please by flattering; v) or by using bribery – she never followed her own way, and even if she did, everyone gave her what she wanted because she was so kind.

    Dakota had a terrible habit of bottling emotions up. She let her mind and emotions run freely as they gathered momentum, and when they reached the bottom of the mountain, they exploded – and that’s when she did, too. The day before she’d be happy and cheerful like she always was, and the next she’d have a mental breakdown. No amount of counseling and psychiatric visits had proscribed (banished, outlawed; v) this problem. The thing that had always helped calm her were the washing waves… of the ocean.

    And here I stand watching the waves that she had always watched. What was she thinking when the icy waters took a hold of her? Was she panicking… or content? Had she dove, or slipped?
    I’ll never know the truth. The loss of Dakota has transformed me into a reclusive individual. My once talkative nature has withdrawn into a taciturn (habitually untalkative; adj) one. I lost my job… I had been wallowing in depression, and relegated (moved to a less important position; v) to demotion.

    I could never be permanently angry at Dakota if she really had chosen suicide, but I was angry at her for not considering what it would do to everyone in her life. What had caused her to choose this, IF she had chosen it? It was so dogmatic (arbitrary, contingent solely upon one’s discretion; adj) – did she ever think about what her death would do to me? Her family? She had everything she wanted in life… but perhaps not. Perhaps I don’t…didn’t… know my best friend that well after all.

    The waves are washing in again.

  29. Can’t see me right? That’s ok, I should be used to it by now. 10 years gone, and I’m still the same age, how fun is that?! Not very, it’s scary. Im always alone, never lethargic (adj. tired) and I have no friends.

    All my family moved away when I died, and I have no idea where they went. I tried to follow them, but I got lost on the way. And my best friends moved on with their life as if I never existed. They definitly duped (n. fooled) me.

    So now this is my home. This chair, and the imperturbable (adj. calm) water. I sit here all the time and just wonder, what would have happened if I never craved attention. Instead of always fawning (adj. trying to please by flattery) people, and regulated (v. to move to a less important position) to a sort of person that was taciturn (adj.habitually untalkative), maybe I’d still be alive today. But I know all these hopes and thoughts are hopeless, and I tend to just float up and up sometimes, searching for somewhere to go. Yet its always a never ending cycle of movement. I never stop unless I’m on the ground.

    Sometimes, when people are out here on the water, I follow them. I float up to their boat, and watch them. I know they can’t see me, but it’s as close to a family I’ll ever get to. And whenever I see a family together, I stare in adulation (adj. admiring behavior), because I picture me and my family trying to do this, and I get nowhere.

    A long time ago, before my death, I basically proscribed (v.to banish) my family from my life. The only person I really talked to was my little sister Anna. She was always a kind little thing. But I was never there for here. I felt like I wasnt good enough for her. She was perfect in every way, and my parents worshiped her because of it. So I seperated myself from them, just to make their lives a little easier. I guess you could say they had a sort of penury (adj. stinginess) to her, and I didn’t think it was fair at all. So I left, and look what happened to me.

    So now im stuck here, for who knows how long, and who cares why. No one, not even me. I’ll just keep floating, and floating, and….

  30. There was a man that once sat in this chair. He was quite TACITURN ( habitually untalkative adjective). He was also very LETHARGIC (drowsy adjective) The water that was infront of him was IMPERTURBABLE (placid adjective) He was not easily DUPED (fooled verb) and he seemed to PROSCRIBE (to outlaw verb) any disturbance to the DOGMATIC ( adjective opionated) FAWNING ( trying to please by flattering) The little kids had much ADULATION (excessively admiring behavior noun) to the mysterious man. His PENURY ( stinginess noun) has caught up to him.

    ***

    Mr. Long: While I’m glad that you managed to complete the entry, I must also let you know that this is an example of what I mean by a “C” response (quiz grade) in terms of the words being used in the most generic of ways. Technically accurate but not much of a ‘story’ beyond simply added simple verbs/prepositions between the actual vocab words.

    Hopefully you’ll be willing to stretch yourself a bit further in the future to ensure the highest grades possible. Let me know if you’re confused by my expectations. Ideally, the vast majority of student replies show you what the “B-” or higher level looks like. Take a look when you have time.

  31. There was a girl. She used to go to the beach almost every weekend with her mom and dad because they had just lived 15 minutes away. This special beach was one that made anyone imperturbable(canno be upset)(adj). Its scenery, waves, and the wind felt so uplifting. The girl, so in love with the beach, tried to relegate(committ)(v) to coming every weekend. This girl had so much fun coming to the beach. This girl knew everyone there at the beach as a friend. There was one exception; it was an old man who was the grumpiest of them all. He was taciturn(silent)(adj) all the time and when he did talk, he was dogmatic(opiniated)(adj), not caring about anyone except himself. No one knew why. He did not live in penury(extreme poverty)(N) nor lost his family. He was just upset at something. He was always sitting in his white, plastic chair pointing to the sea. The girl, already adulating(to show devotion)(v) to making friends, went to this man.
    Girl: Hi mister.
    The man did not respond, for he looked lethargic(drowsy)(adj).
    Girl:Hello
    Old Man:What do you want, little girl?
    Girl: I wanted to ask if you wanted to make a sand castle with me.
    Old Man: Little girl, don’t think I am a dupe(a person easily deceived)(n). I won’t fall for your trick to help me. I don’t need any help.
    The girl, looking sad, ran back to the water. The girl, from then on, proscribed(to call harmful)(v) the man. She made sure to stay away from him. The man, after seeing her face however, felt sad. The man made a promise to himself to fawning(pleasing)(v) the girl. This had been the first time he ever felt sorry for rejecting anyone.
    The next week, the girl went to the beach again. She went by the water as usual, but this time she saw the old man. He was holding two ice creams and handed her one. She smiled at him and then they began making sandcastles. This routine happened for about the next ten weeks, until one Saturday. That day, when the girl went to the beach, she saw some people putting a person on a stretcher into an ambulance. The girl didn’t care and just went to the spot, waiting for the old man. When there was no sign of the old man, she became curious about where he was. She walked around the beach to look for him. She found the man’s chair, but it was somehow broken into pieces.
    Girl:What happened to the old man?

  32. Image 2
    This girl is looking up in adulation(adj) in excessive admiration like someone she likes is right there. It look is like she is fawning(adv)(flattery) her way into trying to make the person she likes to like her. But to the guy it doesn’t dupe (v)(fool) him so he is blunt and asks her if she likes him. She says in a imperturbable (adj)(calm) voice,” yes”. Then one of the guys friends in a dogmatic (adj)(opinionated) , or penury (stingy) way laughs at the girl. The girl becomes taciturn(adj) (untalkative) and relegates (v)(moves to an unimportant position) and looks down at her feet. The guy proscribes (adj)(outlaws) at his friends actions and tells him to leave. The guy and the girl leave and go to a movie. The guy drops the girl of at her house and the guy leaves. The girl is very lethargic(adj) (tired) and goes to sleep.

  33. “Look Celia, this commercial is going to be live so we need you to actually get it right this time okay?” The producer said in a snarky tone.
    “Why do we even need to do a live commercial? Why can’t we just tape the commercial and air it in a time slot like everyone else?” Celia asked.
    “Because little miss priss I’m the producer of this commercial okay? Plus a live commercial is way cheaper.”
    Celia started the long walk back to her dressing room. She began pondering the day she started in this bussiness. Oh how she thought it would be glamorous and fun but really it is full of judgmental people who treat you like dirt. Celia though just begining her work day, was already beggining to grow lethargic (Adj; drowsy) from the stress. Why was she still in this bussiness? It wasn’t for the glamour, that was certain, and it wasn’t for the riviting people you meet. Than why? Oh yea, the money. She owed, thanks to Morgan Thane, over 50,000 dollars to the state. Her drowsiness got the better of her and she began drifting to sleep. In her complete imperturbableness (Adj; calmness) she began to dream of how she really got into this business.

    Celia Knite had always been a taciturn (Adj; habitually untalkative) girl who was shy and reclused. Not the ideal girl for showbiz you would think. One day she met Mogan Thane, an impecably brought up handsome young man. He was constantly fawning (V; to please by flattering) Celia about how beautiful and smart she was. Morgan’s adulation(N; excessivly admiring behavior) eventually got the best of her and she fell in love with him. The years passed and they got married at the young age of 19. Morgan worked at a bank and became involved in a money swindeling operation because he was forced to regelate (V; move to a less important position0 due to his constant messups. Morgan decided to dupe (V; to fool) the bank out of 50,000 for his own pocket. It turned out that Morgan had only married Celia to begin working at the bank in the first place because Celia’s father was chairman. When he was discovered, he decided he needed Celia again and repented of his sins to her and made her feel loved again. Celia made a deal with the bank and the state that she will pay off the 50,000 dollars so Morgan would not have be proscribed (V; banished)to jail. Instead he would be under house arrest until the 50,000 dollars was repaid. Celia was almost halfway to the 50,000 dollar mark now, but back then she did not know how she would ever raise that much money. She had been struggling as it was, until she saw a sign for an audition to a shampoo commercial she instantly got. From then the commercial requests started rolling in. She couldn’t be a free spender with her money like all the other commercial stars could be, she had to be penury (N; stingy) so she could save money to free Morgan. The work was killing her though and she was only to the half way mark. With all her own bills and groceries to pay for she could only save so much a month for the Morgan fund. She didn’t even know why she was still trying to help him, all he ever does is yell.
    “Celia wake up! You are supposed to be dressed for the commercial! If you screw up so help me!”
    Timmy was yelling into her dressing room window.
    Celia awoke with a start, changed and rushed into the studio.
    “Celia you stupid woman! You are on in 2 minutes! You will recieve a dock in your pay for this if it is the last thing I do!”
    Celia found her place in front of the camera.
    “Okay Celia so this is Marmite, a delicious medicine that tastes and can be used like syrup. This campaign can make tons of money for all of us so you better not mess it up!”
    “But sir, isn’t Marmite banned in some-”
    “Look missy! I do not need your dogmatic(Adj; opinionated) jibber jabber! Can you do anything right? Ug! places places! Were on in 5 4 3 2”
    “Marmite, a delicious vitamin substance that can be used as a syrup. It tastes like syrup too.”
    Celia poured a Marmite questionmark onto some bread. Suddenly all the memories of Morgan and Timmy rushed into her head. She was lost for a second, and she heard Timmy yelling from the otherside of the camera.
    “Take a bite for goodness sake! Take a bite!”
    Celia put the Marmite to her lips and took a bite. She was done with Morgan and done with Timmy.
    “Gross. Marmite is gross. Infact it has so many chemicals that are banned by the EEA. This stuff is so bad for your body. If I wanted to die would be the only time I ever bought this stuff.”
    Timmy’s moth dropped open.
    “Oh yea, Timmy. I quit.”

  34. Every year we come here. Since I was 5 years old, every July my parents have dragged my sister and I on a 6 hour drive to our beach house. “Lighten up Jane! If you would stop pouting then maybe you would actually enjoy yourself!” my parents would chirp from the front seat. I never really understood what made the beach so relaxing in the first place. Sure, the sound of the water was imperturbable, (adj.- calm,placid) but is it worth a six hour drive? No. Go buy one of those fancy sound machines if you absolutely must hear the ocean. The beach was hot, uncomfortable, and messy. Sand got everywhere and there were always too many bugs and creepy people for me to relax. Well this year my parents were just about fed up with my penury. (noun- stinginess) “Why can’t you be more like your sister? She loves the beach!” my mom would ask. Every. Single. Day. I wasn’t anything like my sister. She loved everything. She could find some obscure reason to view every aspect of life with adulation. (noun- excessively admiring behavior) It actually got kind of annoying. She was always so….happy. So I decided, just for the sake of keeping my parents quiet, that I would suck it up and deal with this annual torture. You know, my parents should have been thrilled to have such a dogmatic (adj.-opinionated) daughter. Nevertheless, in honor of my new quest to silently suffer, I agreed to take my little sister down to the water’s edge. As we walked, she turned to me and said “You know Jane, if you hate the beach it’s going to hate you back. I think that everyone who hates the beach should just be banished!” Ahh words of wisdom indeed. I honestly wouldn’t mind being proscribed (verb- banished or outlawed) from this place. As I looked at my sister, it annoyed me that I couldn’t understand why this made her so happy. Was there something wrong with me? After about an hour of sitting on hot sand, I was lethargic. (noun- drowsy;tired) “Samanthaaaa! Let’s go!” I yelled to my sister who was buried waist deep in sand. “Jaaaaaaane! We just got here!” she whimpered back. “Ummm no. If you want to beg mom and dad to subject themselves to this then be my guest. But right now, we are leaving.” I replied. Samantha gave me an icy look and ran to the water to wash off the sand. When she was somewhat clean, we began our walk back to the house. “You always ruin the fun.” said Samantha. By the time we returned and got cleaned up, it was time for dinner. This would be the longest meal of my life. I was generally taciturn (adj.- habitually untalkative) at the dinner table, but today especially I was in no mood to talk. My dad swooped in first. “You know Jane, maybe we should relegate (verb- to move to a less important position) you and let your sister call the shots for a day. You never know, she seems to like it here so maybe you two would have more fun if she was leading you around.” “You can’t be serious.” I replied. “I’m not trying to dupe (verb- to fool) you guys into paying more attention to me! I really just don’t want to be here!” “Well you know what Jane? I’ve had it with your attitude. Tomorrow we are taking your sister to the old lighthouse. You are coming with us whether you like or not.” said my mother. Wow, Samantha had reached a new level of fawning (verb- trying to please by flattering) to get them to agree to this one. After dinner, I ran to my room so fast the dishes weren’t even off of the table yet. I was furious. All I wanted was to be left alone. It was bad enough that I was here in the first place, but now I was being forced to endure family outings? This was too much. I woke up the next morning in a foul mood. I took as long as I could to shower and get dressed, but after the 7th time my name had been called I dragged myself downstairs. “Are you ready to go?” my mom asked. “Nope.” I said. With that, we piled in the car and went on our way. After a good 30 minutes of driving, the car finally stopped. We all got out, and as soon as my eyes adjusted to the sunlight I saw it. I tried and tried to fight it but I couldn’t. How could 3 days of misery be erased just like that? The lighthouse was the most beautiful thing I had ever layed my eyes on. I was frozen there for a moment, just trying to take it all in. Instantly, I felt like such a jerk. Why couldn’t I just look at life the same way I looked at that lighthouse? At that moment, my perspective was forever changed. Maybe the beach wouldn’t be so bad after all.

  35. The man had showed great adulation(v. flatter or admire) when he had first bought the chair. However as he got older he soon found that the chair had gotten to be trouble. His dogmatic(adj. opinionated) son had decided to take the chair with him one day to his beach house. The man was kind of annoyed that he had taken something without asking especially since it wasn’t his to begin with. From that point on him and his son got to be on not so good terms. First the old man thought about asking the kid for his chair first but he was to lethargic (adj. lazy) to bother going to the phone. Then he thought about just buying a new one but then he decided to just try and dupe(v. trick) his son into giving it back. That didn’t work either. Then he tried to fawn(v. to gain attention by acting servile) over his son in order to get it back but that didn’t work either. His son was imperturbable(adj. remaining calm) all through out the various ploys. The man couldn’t think of having his beloved chair being relegated(v. banished) to his son’s beach house, so he fell decided to proscribe ( v. announce or condemn) his son at the next family reunion. His wife, feeling very taciturn(v. dour) finally burst out saying “well if you didn’t have so much penury(n. stinginess) then you would have thought to go get an exact copy. It’s only a white beach chair after all.” The man thought about this and then decided that it wasn’t worth it so he went out to office depot and bought a new chair.

  36. The chair is empty because I am walking down the beach with my dog. I spend trying throwing sticks into the water for him to fetch. Sometimes I dupe (v. to fool) him by pretending to throw the stick but it is still in my hand. He goes half way out before he realizes I still have it. Then I feel bad and fawn (v. please by flattering) all over him telling him what a good boy he is. I love spending time at the beach with my dog. It is such an imperturbable (adj. calm, placid) time for me to just be out there alone. My dog is taciturn (adj. habitually untalkative) so it is a quiet time for us to just be together playing, swimming or just walking. I am glad to have this time together back. We lost it for awhile. The city tried to proscribe (v. to banish or outlaw) it because of the mess some dogs were leaving at the beach. Dog owners fought back and now we are allowed to have them on the beach again. Because of the penury (n. stinginess) of the city though they will not provide benches for people to sit on so we have to bring our own chairs. It is not easy to carry your own chair to the beach especially while walking a dog. A group of people went to the city and complained about this but the city was dogmatic (n. opinionated, arbitrary) about it and refused to give in. We tried adulation (n. excessive admiration) but it did not work. They said they would not put in benches. So now when I am lethargic (adj. drowsy, tired) I have no place to sit down unless I have brought my own chair. Then sometimes I am to tired to carry it home. I hope these city people who made this decision are relegated (v. moved to a less important position).

  37. Image #1

    My grandfather always had an adulation(adj. excessively admiring behavior) over oceanside beach. His birthday was coming up and we never got to go there as a family so we decided to suprise him by taking him there. We would be dupes (adj. fools) if we never went together at least once to the beach. My dad was a very dogmatic (adj. opiniated) person but still agreed, but said we should have dinner first, then blindfold grandpa and take him there. My mom on the other hand wanted to fawn (v. trying to please by flattering) him by taking him to a very fancy restraunt and getting him nice gifts but I believe my idea was going to be more of a memorable moment. We got ready and left for dinner in 2 seperate cars. On the way there I had gotten abit lethargic (v. drowsy, tired) so I took a small nap in the car. As we met up in the restraunt I looked at the expression of my grandfathers face and i’ve never seen him so happy, he was thrilled that we all came together as a family by the way I saw it. My brother’s penury (v. stinginess) always comes to play when we go out and eat; he thinks that we should proscribe (v. banish or outlaw) any none home cooked meal because its unhealthy. He made an acception for tonight though but it did not come easy. As we ate and finished up our delicious seafood meal my mother had said there was one more suprise. We went outside and blindfolded him, he was excited to see what was next. We took him to the beach and took off the bandana, and there it was, the imperturbable ( adj. calm, placid) view along with the taciturn (adj. habitually untalkative) people just enjoying the beach and the sounds of the waves. The day could not of gone any better, he gave us all hugs and thanked us for everything we had done for him. We went and set up a seat on the very spot which he sat on when he first came to this beach when he was young. It was truely a memorable day for all us.

  38. Image #1

    It was one of those rainy summer days where you had to sit inside, the ones that you wished would never happen. These days don’t receive a lot of adulation (noun, excessive praise) from the kids. It’s a very dogmatic (adjective, opinionated) world out there, and some people like the rain, and others are not fond of it; I happen to not be very fond of it! I wish I could be outside building sand castles, splashing in the waves, and enjoying the sun. When my sister woke up she was duped (verb, fooled) by the closed curtains, her day was spoiled as she heard the rain drops hit the window. She was to meet with her friends at the park, now her plans were ruined. It was far from imperturbable (adjective, calm) in the house today, very, very far from. There were 6 of us cooped up in a tiny little house, and it couldn’t have been any more chaotic. I was fawning (verb, trying to please by flattering) her all morning in hopes she would take me to my friend molly’s house. Although I knew she would be claiming to live in penury (noun, poverty) and require me to pay gas money but I was desperate to leave the house. She decided around 2 that she would take me, but we were leaving in 10 minutes. I was in the process of eating, so I decided to take my food with me. That was until I remembered she had proscribed (verb, to outlaw) food and drinks in her car. So I quickly ate my lunch and jumped in the car. The car ride was very quite because she is very taciturn (adjective, habitually untalkative). As I began to relegate (verb, to move to a less important position) outside the car, I realized I had not taken my pills this morning. Without these I would become very lethargic (adjective, tired) soon. I had a long night ahead of me…..

  39. Not long ago, one morning I woke up and felt very lethargic (drowsy,tired. adj.). I didn’t know why, all I knew was that the night before I had been up really late studying and getting ready for the next couple of days. My makeup was smeared and all I found myself doing was staring out the window watching the rain fall from the sky. I sat there for a long time and the rain duped (to fool, v.) my mind into thinking I had nothing at all to worry about. The rain made my mind impertubable (calm, placid, adj), my brain hadn’t been this peaceful since I can’t remember when. I loved this feeling it made me taciturn (habitually untalkative,adj.) and want to fall back asleep.

    After about five minutes past, my mind quickly raced back to worrying about everything else that needed to be dealt with. I started relegating (moving to a less important position, v.) my priorities, so everything would work out just fine.

    Suddenly, my mom called me from the other room. Sounded like her dogmatic (opinionated, adj) voice she wanted to tell me something important. When I left the window sill she was fawning (trying to please by flattery,v.) me about my hardwork and determination. She also gave me a letter of adulation (excessively admiring behavior, n.) and love.

    Through our whole meeting I was thinking I hope somehow in the future don’t dissappoint her and make her proscribe (to banish or outlaw, v.) me to a far-off terrifying place. That has always been my fear, my mother being so humiliated by me that she sends me away and becomes penury (stinginess,n).

  40. I’ve been DUPED(verb, deceived). My friends told me marmite tasted good. They gave it ADULATION(noun, excessive praise). I’m very DOGMATIC(adj opinionated) about food. I think you should try everything and not be TACITURN(adj reserved) about trying new foods. But afterwards I PROSCRIBED(v denounce condemned it). It made me LETHARGIC(adj sluggish apathetic). I got mad at them and they tried FAWNING( v pleasing with excessive flattery) Me. Bad foods tend to make me IMPERTURBABLE(adj unexcitable). I’ve RELEGATED(v dismiss to an inferior rank) Marmite to those who are in such PENURY(adj extreme poverty) they have to eat it.

    ***

    Mr. Long: While I’m glad that you managed to complete the entry, I must also let you know that this is an example of what I mean by a “C” response (quiz grade) in terms of the words being used in the most generic of ways. Technically accurate but not much of a ’story’ beyond simply added simple verbs/prepositions between the actual vocab words.

    Hopefully you’ll be willing to stretch yourself a bit further in the future to ensure the highest grades possible. Let me know if you’re confused by my expectations. Ideally, the vast majority of student replies show you what the “B-” or higher level looks like. Take a look when you have time.

  41. Fawning (trying to please by flattering; v) her boss, always trying to get moved up to a higher level in her job she tried to talk to her usually tacitrum (habitually untalkative; adj) boss. As usual her boss’s penury (stinginess;adj) made it difficult for her adulation (excessively admiring behavior; adj) to suck up. It just wasn’t going to work this time. You see, Sally’s job was to taste new foods, she had a very dogmatic (opinionated;adj) personality. She was perfect for the job, that’s why she would never get moved up by her boss, she was always going to relegate (to move to a less important position;v) never move up. So one day Sally’s boss gave her a new mission, it was to try a new food called Marmite. She tried to remain imperturbable (calm;adj) as she as heard this was not a very good food. She wasnted to get out of this task so badly, but she knew she couldn’t be a lethargic (lazy; adj) worker about it if she wanted to get moved up. She prepared some toast with some Marmite on it prepping herself to experience a new food. The label made this Marmite look delicious, as if it was the best ever, it could dupe (to fool; v) anyone into buying it. Sally bit into her mysterious piece of toast and soon found out Marmite was disgusting, it had a pungent taste to it. As Sally looked closely at the ingredients she realized there was an illegal ingredient mixed in. Sally knew she had to proscribe (to banish or outlaw; v) Marmite, it was not only disgusting but it also contained illegal ingredients. After telling her boss what happened Sally was soon moved up to a higher position. She was so proud of herself, even her boss became more talkative and welcoming to her.

  42. That chair was my Idea of rest and relaxation from those hard times. I was always very dogmatic(opinionated)adjective, about those days. So I would always pull out a chair to the beach and think, I had always shown an extreme amount of adulation(admiration;devotion)verb, for our government but our nation had fallen on hard times. I was duped(easily fooled)noun, into thinking that our nation had no set backs that we would always be prosperous. I was fawning over the USA but I was wrong to be so imperturbable(unable to be angry or agitated)adjective, their was something wrong. It was so lethargic(sluggish;slow)adjective, so that’s why I would always sit out on the beach and watch the waves. It might have been some what penury(p0or;destitute)noun, but that’s how I had to live back then. I was some what proscribed(denounced;condemned)verb, I had been relegated(send or consign to an inferior position)verb. So as I sat by the waves I was taciturn(inclined to silence)adjective, as I watched the waves in silence.

  43. Getting up in the morning is actually one of the hardest parts of life.

    ‘Specially on Mondays.

    I try going to bed early. Still lethargic (adjective). I try listening to calm music before I go to bed. I can’t escape. Why must this haunt me? I feel like a loser for getting so worked up, so traumatized, by what seems like really nothing…

    I witnessed a gang beating six and a half months ago. And I’m pretty sure the guy died, because I saw an article about it the next day. And guess what? I did nothing. Nothing at all! I just widened my eyes, and gritted my teeth, and…walked away. Like a passive…moron. No, that’s not strong enough. I can’t think of a good word. But I’m pretty sure the guy was homeless. He was the guy who was always a couple of feet away from the bus stop in the morning, but because I exude penury (noun), I never spoke to him. Or did anything. Like, I could’ve given him a couple of pennies, or a quarter or even a couple of bucks. But no. And now he’s dead, and I’m an idiot.

    And then I have the nerve to act all traumatized. I sicken myself! I’ve been taciturn (adjective) since it happened. Am I a victim? What a disgusting implication. I, if anything, am the perpetrator. The culprit. I feel like I killed that man. And yet, I try and dupe (verb) myself into believing that I was, in some backwards way, damaged in the event that killed another human being.

    No one knows. Certainly not my dogmatic (adjective) little sister, because I know she’d urge me to go to the authorities or something like that. Heck, what’s the point? He’s already dead, and if a murder isn’t solved in the first 48 hours, there’s little chance it’ll ever be cracked.

    Maya, my sister, has noticed how depressed I’ve been, and she’s trying to help. Fruitlessly. She fawns (verb) over me, hoping to inspire some sort of healthy purpose, but nothing happens. I’m angry with myself, but traumatized, but that makes me angrier, but I’m also scared, and scarred. Basically, this results in me being way confused and depressed. Not a good combination. But not all that’s internal. Meaning, other bad things have been happening. At my job…I was relegated (verb). I work at Jamba Juice, and I used to be manager. Now I’m back to being one of the girls who makes the smoothies. The polar opposite of a promotion, which was what I wanted. I was hoping that, through a promotion, I might be able to see more of Arular, the sweet guy who works in the warehouse. He’s got the dreamiest eyes…and he’s really nice, too. Basically, I NEEDED a promotion. My love life has always been lacking, even Maya admits it. She’s…I won’t go there. I’ll just say she definitely doesn’t have problems in that area.

    I’ve always been an imperturbable (adjective) person, but now more than ever. I never talk at dinner, which definitely frightens Maya.

    It’s morning again.

    “Get up, you lazy bones. Oh what a beautiful MOOOOORNING!” Did I mention that Maya loves singing? “Good morning, good morning, good morning!” Plus, she knows like ten ‘good morning’ songs.

    I moan. A sound that I make every morning.

    “C’mon, Kala. Wake up! Greet the day! Hello, world, there’s a song that you’re singing. C’mon, get HAPPY!” I really don’t want to see her. She’s always so pretty and chirpy in the morning, which makes me feel, if possible, WORSE.

    I finally throw myself out of bed, after she threatens to put her hands under cold water and touch my legs. I sit at the table, and she spoons some sugar on my oatmeal.

    Other than the usual singing, Maya is pretty quiet today, actually. She seems to be thinking about something. I surprise myself by saying, “What’s up?”

    She looks at me, and I’m shocked to see the tears in her eyes, framed by mascara. “Kala,” she whispers, her voice choked-sounding. “I’ve just been thinking.”

    She pauses, and I know what I’m supposed to say. “About what?”

    “You, Kala. Do you realize how much…better…you are, than I am?”

    Nothing could have surprised me more. Not if she’d just announced she was a man.

    “B-b-but…Maya…” I splutter. Some of my oatmeal sprays from my mouth, across the table. Maya smiles through the tears.

    “Yeah,” she says. “You’re just…you’ve always been smarter than me, and a better person than me…you’ve got a softer heart, definitely. You’re more thoughtful, you’re…you’re…”

    “Okay, that is complete crap.” She looks stunned. “You’re way prettier than me, and way more vivacious, and people like you…and you can be yourself so easy–”

    “But that’s–you don’t understand! I’m too open of a person! Everyone knows everything about me. My favorite everythings. You can know me without even knowing me. How is that even…you’re obviously way more interesting, because it takes time to get to know you.”

    This shockes me. Someone actually exhibiting adulation (noun) towards me? The very idea sends a shock through my system. I’ve done terrible things, though…why would anyone want to emulate me? Maya smiles at my expression, which I guess is probably pretty stupid-looking.

    Could someone actually admire me? I’ve never imagined that such a thing was possible, but I guess it is. Maybe I’ve made mistakes. Does that mean I should be proscribed (verb) from society? No. Rather, I should be welcomed with open arms. I guess everyone in the world makes mistakes, just different degrees of them. And maybe, people admire you anyway.

  44. Looking back to that one day of my life, when I was living on Mud Island at the time, or at least that is what we called it since we did not know the name of it, I woke up thinking it was going to be a regular day. We decided to call it Mud Island because there was mud and clay everywhere, it always rained and we were the first settlers there. Our compounds and flee market was located quite deep in the forest, so I did not get to see the ocean much. One of the times I did see it, a white chair got washed to the shore. One of my four older sisters, Cynthia, quickly ran to get the chair and brought it back to our compound and later sold it in the flee market. This island was our fourth stop and third settlement by boat since leaving our homeland. In a way we were proscribed (v; banished) from our homeland since we were going to be treated harshly if we did not leave. Although we are refugees, we were not in penury (n; extreme poverty) nor were we rich. Today, though, I was told by my mother to go to the flee market to sell some been sprout for the day. She told me to sell two handfuls for 25 cents. I had never done this before since it was usually one of my many other siblings who did it. So, being a taciturn (habitually untalkative) rookie, I just sat there on my stool, unsure what to do. I had seen some of my family members do it before but they were braver and their hands were bigger. Being only about ten years old, I was skinny and petite with tiny hands, so I was unsure on how to do a handful considering my hands were much smaller. There were many others helping out their families including children around my age, younger and older, all yelling out what they are selling and stopping everyone that crosses their path. Some were even fawning (v; trying to please by flattering) people to get them to buy their product while others were trying to dupe (v; to fool) people. All the noise from the people in the flee market made it anything but imperturbable (adj; calm). I, on the other hand too shy to say anything just sat looking lethargic (adj; tired) there with a covered basket of bean sprout, not evening opening the basket because I was afraid it would turn brown. It was getting near to the end of the day when a nice lady came over to where I was sitting.
    “What is in that basket?” she asked. Rather than saying anything, I just took the lid off and showed it to her.

    “Oh! It looks very delicious,” she said, “How much is it?”

    “Two handfuls for 25 cents.”

    “I will have two handfuls then.” I then lifted the basket for her to get two handfuls instead of my two hands so it would match more of my mom’s and my older siblings’.

    She was my only customer for the day and my mother was not pleased to see that I only came back with 25 cents. When one of siblings went to the table less flee market, especially Cynthia, they would come back with an empty basket and a lot of money. In some people’s eyes, they might have been dogmatic (adj; opinionated) about me never being successful in business. After that day, my mom decided to have me relegated (v; to move to a less important position) back to my usual work. Despite my terrible first day of business at the flee market, ironically enough, I have a career in multiple fields of business and I am quite successful. Today, many people think that I have adulation (n; excessively admiring behavior).

  45. Image #1

    I awake to a cold spray of water hitting my face. Proscribing (v.)(to exile) the bright glare of the sun from my face with a hand, I scan the coastline of the beach once again. “Where is everybody?” I asked myself. Today was just your normal Sunday at the beach in California, “There should be crowds of people here…” I thought and looked back to see if anyone was coming towards the beach. Nobody. There was no one on the beach for some peculiar reason. “What’s the whole point of being a life guard if there’s no one the beach for you to save?” I said aloud. Only the sea answered me, with its imperturbable (adj.)(flattery) waves rolling along the shore. My adulation (n.)(excessive admiration) for the serene ocean was replaced by surprise when I suddenly noticed that there was someone sitting in a chair a few miles from where I was, “That’s weird I swore that there was nobody in sight when I looked a few minutes ago…” Again I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone else was coming, but there wasn’t anybody. Just as I looked back the person who had been sitting in the chair had vanished. “Is this some sort of dupe (n.)(trick)?” I yelled. I quickly looked around; there wasn’t anybody to be seen. “I think I’m going crazy” I would relegate (v.)(to refer to a particular class) what had just occurred as one of the strangest things that have ever happened to me in my entire life. By now the penury (n.)(scarcity) of people on the beach was starting to agitate me a little and I was starting to grow restless. I was fawning (v.)(to attempt to please) my stressed out mind by playing a game on my cell phone, but all of a sudden my phone ran out of battery. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I just charged this piece of junk last night.” I said frustratingly. I started to notice that the taciturn (adj.)(silent in manner) waves of the sea had begun to grow more and more violent until they were crashing against the side of the pedestal I was sitting on top of. Then everything just stopped, literally stopped. As if nothing ever happened. The only thing that I saw, that was a sign of what had happened were the dark clouds looming overhead. “The calm before the storm.” I quietly whispered to myself. Then as soon as I said that I felt the wind start to gradually pick up in speed, as if it was responding to what I had just said. That’s when I was something far off in the distance coming towards me. At first I thought it was a ship, but as I walked towards the shore and looked closer I saw that it was the same person who I saw sitting in the white chair. He was slowly walking towards me on the water. “Walking on water? Now I’m starting to lose it.” I screamed. My dogmatic (adj.)(stubborn) mind was forcing me to stay put, not believing what I was seeing right then. I was horrified when I saw that the person walking towards me had no eyes, just empty sockets of black void. I tried to run but my legs wouldn’t listen and I just stood there paralyzed by that thing that was gradually coming closer. As all of this was happening the wind was blowing very strongly, so strong that it blew down my pedestal. “Why am I not moving!?” I my mind yelled. The thing was now a few yards away from where I was rooted to the sand and then it stopped walking towards me and stood still. My entire body was violently shaking from fear and all of my clothes were soaking wet from my sweat. The thing just looked at me for a second with its eyeless sockets and then it suddenly uttered a scream so loud that I felt it pierce through my body. As quickly as it had screamed the thing collapsed into the sea and was replaced by a small whirlpool. The tiny whirlpool quickly grew in size, until it was a typhoon that was headed straight for the beach. I was finally able to move my legs and I sprinted. I ran as hard as I could, away from that vortex of destruction, but I could feel that it was slowly gaining on me. Then all of a sudden a gust of wind blew me backwards towards the spinning typhoon and I was ripped off from the ground and battered around like a rag doll until it eventually tossed me into the ocean, surprisingly only a few miles from the shore. I was miraculously still conscious throughout the entire ordeal but the sudden exposure to numbing cold water began to make me feel lethargic (adj.)(drowsy). “Swim to shore or you’ll drown!” my brain screamed. I sluggishly swam towards the shore with my weary arms that I could hardly feel. My lungs were heaving for air and my legs were starting to slow down. Then I felt something freezing cold clamp onto one of my ankles. I panicked and frantically kicked my legs with what was left of my strength and started screaming as loud as I could. “There’s no one there on the beach…” I realized and I got dragged down to the black depths. Where I was met with cold, dark embrace.

  46. When I was a child, I went to the ocean almost every week. We owned a small cottage that was only a block or so from the water. I didn’t grow up in penury (poverty, n) in fact, I was quite wealthy. Our beach home was beautiful, filled with wonder and joy. It was my favorite place in the world. When I was there, I was at peace. I didn’t have to worry about the troubles that youth brought upon me. I had an extreme adulation (excessively admiring behavior, n) for the water, the waves that brushed upon my bare feet. But then, suddenly, we stopped going. I was 16 the last time I saw my ocean. One day I asked my mother why we didn’t return to the water, and she responded with a quick answer. It took me off guard; it felt like a sharp slap across my face. I had grown up she said. From that point on, I had never thought of my ocean, until now.

    I live in New York City and work for a major publishing company, Ryne Publishing. My life is anything but relaxed. I work for a dogmatic (opinionated, adj.) woman who knows exactly what she wants, Anne. I have proscribed (to outlaw, banish, v) anything that does not pertain to publishing from my life. My life, you could say, revolves around my job. Needless to say, I am one of the most stressed public figures of my time. If I’m not busy fawning (trying to please by flattering, v) my boss or a competitive publishing company, I’m meeting with potential clients. One day, a Wednesday I think, I had a nervous breakdown. I was rushed to the hospital in one of those cramped ambulances. I was put into a nice room, paid for by Ryne of course. Anne visited my room once I was settled.

    “Carol, I’m worried about you,” she said to me. “You’re in your mid forties and you already breaking down.”
    I knew were this was going. “No, Anne, I’m fine I promise. Once these doctors realize that nothing is wrong, I’ll be back to work in no time,” I assured her.
    “I want you to take some time off and relax. Just relax.” She told me.
    “Oh god,” I said grimly, “You’re not firing me are you?” I said, almost sarcastically.

    “No,” she chuckled, “you are far too valuable an asset to the company. Just take two weeks and find yourself.” This almost made her laugh; saying to ‘find oneself’ wasn’t what she normally told people on a daily basis. She smiled at me and left the room. “Oh, and Carol, I’m serious now. No working allowed the next two weeks.” With that she walked out of my hospital suite. I am sure that I have never heard her say that to anyone before. No working, I thought to myself. What was I supposed to do the next two weeks of my life? My life was working, working was my life. So, that’s when I had the idea of returning to the ocean. I would just stay there a while, to get my head cleared. The next day, when they let me out of the hospital, I went directly to my apartment. I packed my things into a couple suitcases and just sat on my bed. I felt so lethargic (drowsy, adj.) from being at the hospital. I took a deep sigh and dialed my brother’s phone number. He had been staying at the family beach house with his wife for a couple years now. He had retired early and decided to live a more placid life style. He had relegated (to move to a less important position, v) his work from the top of his priority list, and decided to move out there with his wife and children. Of course by now they were in their mid-twenties and out of the house. So I knew they would have some extra room to spare.

    “Hello,” he answered, “Carol?”
    He must have recognized the number I thought to myself, “Um, hello Greg, it’s me Carol. I was just wondering…if you had room at the beach place for one more.” I tried to sound pleasant; I mean after all, we hadn’t spoken in about a year now.
    “Of Carol I haven’t heard from you in so long. Of course you can come; it is the family house anyways.”
    “Oh great, thanks a lot Greg. I really appreciate it.”

    A day later I finally arrived at the house. It looked just the same, with a few touchups here and there. Memories of my childhood came rushing back to me. All the summer days and weekends filled with the water and sand between my toes. I winced before I got out of the car. I saw my brother and waved. I got out of the car and he helped me with y suitcase. I waved to Deirdre, my sister-in-law, and walked up the stone steps towards the big white door. I took a breath of the crisp ocean air; oh had I missed this place. I got to my room and unpacked my things into an oak dresser. They had remodeled the house and it looked nice I thought. It was only about 4 in the evening by the time I was all settled in. I had duped (to fool, v) myself into thinking I would be able to get some work done; it settled my nerves. I went down the wide set stairs to find Greg and Deirdre putting a leash on their small terrier.

    “Oh Carol,” exclaimed Deirdre “would you like to come along? We were just going on our evening walk with Harold here.” Harold, the yippy little terrier, started wagging his tail furiously.
    “Oh no I’m fine. I was just going to go down to the beach and watch the sunset.” I wasn’t normally taciturn (habitually untalkative, adj.), but I felt more relaxed; like I didn’t need to really say much more.
    “Well that sounds great. We always go down there at the end of our walk. We’ll join you!” replied Greg.
    “Ok sounds good. I’ll see you guys in a little while then.”
    “Bye!” they responded.

    I waved to them as they left through the back screen door. It still squeaked just before it closed all the way; like it used to. I went to the shed in the back and pulled out a white plastic chair. I made my way towards the beach front as it started to drizzle. I absolutely loved the rain! Ever since I was a child I loved the sound of the rain pattering against the roof. It was such an imperturbable (calm, placid, adj.) sound in my ears. I finally arrived at the beach and just sat in the chair, looking out at the horizon. I took another deep breath and tried to clear my head. All of the memories of this beach were still here. It reminded me of how I never wanted to be this way; exactly like my mother. I wanted to be a marine life rescuer when I was a child. I loved the animals of the sea, and I wanted nothing more than to help them when I grew older. Then I grew up and all those dreams vanished. I had become one of those workaholic types who didn’t have enough time for herself. But things were going to change I told myself. I thought about my future a little when a heard a familiar bark. Greg and Deirdre were already here. I waved to them and smiled. I knew I wanted to be happy, and that was what I was going to work on for the next two weeks. So I leaned back, closed my eyes, and dreamt of the endless possibilities that waited before me.

  47. The water was imperturbable (calm, placid, adj). I swam through it. I couldn’t believe my luck. I had successfully lost that brainless tiger shark that was on my tail and now I can go prancing through the sea again. Oh please, you should have noticed by now that I’m not your ordinary fish. I’m an Apolemichthys Griffisi or Griffis’ Angelfish, for short. All the other fish do stare at me adulation ( excessively admiring behavior, n). Hey what can I fishy- girl like me do, I can’t help the fact that in the human world they’d sell me for 500 –what are those things called- dollars?
    I don’t try to dupe (to fool, v) anyone, with false modesty or “oh I’m not that special”. Because I know that I am. Now, back to my little shark adventure.

    I was just swimming along the beach, minding my own business, when that rude and ridiculously overweight sea monster swam up to me. I swear, sharks like him that don’t know rarity before their class should be relagated (to move to a less important position, v) on the food chain. So, the shark comes straight at me and is trying to be all big and bad, and quite really he failed terribly. I actually kind of felt sorry for him, but only for a little bit. So I, a taciturn (habitually untalkative, adj) fish such as myself, tried to swim away. But he followed me! It was not only scary but quite annoying to. As if it wasn’t bad enough being chased by a fish hundred times larger, not to mention overweight, but also being chased by one with bad breath! It was disgusting!

    Either way, I was being chased. And then I got rescued by the most handsome dolphin. At first he seemed all strong and heroic, warding off that evil, foul smelling shark for me. But then as I wanted to thank him, I realized he wasn’t any better than the other fish that I had met. Not only was he a terrible flirt but he was obviously fawning (trying to please by flattering, v). So, rescued or not, he wasn’t for my time. Whether you agree with me or not is dogmatic (opinionated, arbitrary, doctrinal, adj). They should have sleezy dolphins like him, and rude shark like that proscribed ( to banish or outlaw, v)!

    So now, here I am, in deep penury (stinginess, n) and absolutely lethargic (drowsy, tired, adj), but I’ll manage to find a nice sand mound by the beach for the night. And tomorrow morning, a spa day at the corals!

  48. Image #1

    I was not too thrilled in accepting the new assignment. For the last twenty years, I was the senior scientist working on top secret projects at the Headquarters. Suddenly, I was relegated (v. demoted) to local inspection duty in the region called Wasteland. I should have guessed something afoot when I saw the Directors fawning (adj., trying to please by flattering) over the young man with the fancy degree from the new University. I know the feeling. The Directors always shower young prodigies with adulation (n. adoration) in the beginning. Then they demand the youngsters to solve impossibly difficult problems, which leaves the youngsters invariably bewildered. Eventually, the Directors feel duped (adj., fooled) by the youngsters and the youngsters leave the department. In my career, I’ve seen this scenario play out many times. It almost happened to me, but I remained imperturbable (adj. calm) and refused to leave. My reason for staying was simple: I felt I had something to contribute to the scientific community and I will stay and do it. My dogmatic (adj., unbending, opinionated) stance on the matter kept a job for me, but I was the outsider. The Directors treated me shabbily, as they did when they gave me the assignment. Their terse instructions gave no details, only the name of town called Paradise. At any rate, I packed my basic gears and took the flight out to Paradise.

    Upon arriving at the town obviously suffering in penury (n., poverty), I checked in at the only hotel. I was lethargic (adj., sluggish) from the long flight, and the calm water was a welcome sight. An empty chair by the shore seemed to be waiting for me. As I mentioned to the hotel clerk that I might take a look at the beach, he seemed surprised and shook his head. I was puzzled, but I decided not to question this taciturn (adj., shy, habitually untalkative) young man. As I started to walk over to the chair, a swarm of insects buzzed about me. Then I noticed that my face, arms, hands, and all the exposed areas were bleeding. I rushed back into the hotel. The clerk met me at the door and ushered me in. He brought out a wet towel to wipe off the blood in sad resignation. After I stopped the bleeding, I asked him what he knows about this insect attack. He said that up to a few years ago the town was a prosperous resort, but swarms of tiny insect invaded the town. The insects bit the tourists as well as locals, spread some unknown disease, and soon the town was losing people. Still, the spreading of the stories about the insect attack were proscribed (v., forbidden) to be talked about by the town leaders. Only then, did I realize why I was sent to this remote town. For someone of my knowledge and skill, solving this problem would not be difficult. I simply had to capture some of the insects, analyze their attack mode, and find an antidote for it. The town could then thrive once again, and I would have helped. Immediately, I felt alive and useful. Any resentment I had against the Directors melted away. I relished the thought of completing this assignment, so that forlorn chair may not sit empty again.

  49. I first discovered this place when my fawning (adj, trying to please by flattering) friend showed it to me. I now consider it my place of imperturbable (adj, calm) peace. If I am angry, I reside to this place. If I am in need of relaxation, I come here. If I am ever duped (v, to fool) and deceived, then I approach this place to calm my senses. If I am ever lethargic (adj, tired), I come here to rest. There is no penury (n, stinginess) in me because if I noticed struggle in others lives I will bring them to this place. My adulation (n, excessively admiring behavior) increases when I am here. This place is beautiful and nobody’s dogmatic (adj, opinionated) words can change that. If I am ever relegated (v, to move to a less important position) at my job, I come here to gather thoughts of what to do next. I am a taciturn (adj, habitually untalkative) person, but when I am here I feel as if I can talk to anybody. Nobody can proscribe (v, to banish or outlaw) me from this place.

  50. While sitting on my very favorite of my many white plastic chairs, I reflected on my life. I couldn’t help but be happy with where and what I was at this point in time. I was in a great place with my family and friends, my career was better than I could ever hope for it to be, and I was about as comfortable as a man could get sitting on the west beach of my new private island. I had recently renamed it to “The Awesome Zone” but most people still referred to it as Australia. I thought about my job and couldn’t be happier, being ruler of the world wasn’t an easy job but it was fun to me. I loved how many people showed adulation(n, admiration) toward me every day. I mean seriosuly, they LOVED me. Who could blame them really, i had ended all wars, made everyone happy, ended world hunger and gotten rid of any thought of global warming. I had proscribed(v,forbidden) any type of hatred or violence in every soiety on the planet. It was no wonder I had people fawning(v, flattering) over me all the time. To gain power, I had simply relegated(v, move to less important position) every major leader in the world, and I had done it with almost no problem. Some considered my taciturn(adj,untalkative) personality as a cover for trying to dupe(v,fool) them but I had silenced those thoughts with my policies that brought the world into complete prosperity. Some didn’t like my penuary(n, stinginess) ways because I didn’t allow other to help me but I just liked to work alone, that was all, no ill intent. Others thought me to be somewhat dogmatic(adj, opinionated) when it came to my sports teams, but that was the only flaw to which I had to admit. I just loved those Texas Rangers and hated every other baseball team in the world. Even with any rumblings of me being the wrong man for the jod, I was imperturbable(adj, calm) at all times, i never lashed out at my people. As I finished contemplating how great I really was, I felt almost too lethargic,(adj,drowsy) to get up from that amazing plastic piece of funiture to which I owed all of my political successes. I looked out at the sea and saw a rough waters. Was a storm brewing?

  51. I like visiting the beach. This picture seems like one person owns that part of the beach. I would someday want to own my portion of the beach. I wonder if owning your part of the beach might make owning a some part of the beach a proscribe (outlaw verb). I wish I could own my part of the beach. Too bad I’m living in penury (poorly noun). If I see a rich person I want to try to fawn (flatter verb) him so he will give me money. Just imagine if you were rich. You can just sit around the beach being as lethargic (lazy, drowsy adj) as you want. You can even be taciturn (not talking much adj) because your beach will attract many tourists. People wouldn’t mind if you are dogmatic (strongly opinionated adj) about something because you are rich. People will look at you and your beach in strong adulation (excessively admiring behavior adj). They would just day dream about the day they became rich and had their own beach and chair to sit on. If people would annoy you, you can just ask them to leave because you are rich. You can tell everyone to be quiet and they will be imperturbable (calm adj) because you are rich. If you were to be relegated (to move to a less important position verb) then people would not care about you anymore. You would not be the voice of reason in their minds. You would dupe (fool verb) them if you turned out to be a poor person in of the beach until the owner came back though.

  52. Today was a day that came only once a year. This was a day of love, of flowers, chocolate, and of surprises. A day were everyone was fawning(trying to please by flattering)(verb) upon each other. Today was Valentine’s day and this mans favorite day, a day he looked forward to year round. The mans’ name was Dale, he was an average guy but he had one thing he believed not many people had, he had found true love. Dale had waited for this particular day for awhile now, a day of love meant one thing and on this particular Valentines day he would propose to his true love. Dale had been planning out this day for awhile, so he had a adulation (excessively admiring behavior)(verb) heir about himself. His plans were going to be to take her back to there first encounter, a place of imperturbable (calm, placid)(adj) waters and peaceful surroundings. This was a place viewed by others as just a quiet stroll, sand caressing the toes and the wind creating tiny ripples in the clear waters. To Dale, this was a place full of meaning and a place of romance. Dale planned the day out as a Valentines day to dupe(to fool)(noun) his fiance-to-be about the awaiting surprise.

    Dale got home from work later that day and began his plans for the day. Dale called his fiance explaining to her that later he had dinner plans and then everything after that was a mystery and that this whole day she was proscribed(to banish or outlaw)(verb) from coming into the house because he had to set up everything. To his surprise she wasn’t very dogmatic (opinionated)(adj) about the situation. That night, Dale took her to the finest restaurant in the city to show her that he was penury (stinginess)(noun) and could provide for her. The day was ending and she and Dale had finished dinner and started there drive to the beach stop. At this moment Dale became taciturn (habitually untalkative)(adj) at the thought of the upcoming question. On the car ride, she began asking where there were going and that she was getting lethargic (drowsy, tired)(adj) and that she wanted to go home soon so she could lay down. Little did she know that the most important decision of her life was only moments away. She and Dale arrived at the beach spot and a single chair sat with a blanket and candles surrounding it off to the side. Dale took her hand and walked her as to relegate (to move to a less important position)(verb) himself and show her that this moment was about her, about them. Dale had her sit on the chair and took her hand and began the almost endless kneel to the ground. The sand sinking under Dale’s weight, his heart beating with the pattern of the waves. Dale looked into he eyes and sensed she knew what was coming. He asked her the question he had been waiting so long to ask her and took out a black velvet box. She looked into his eyes crying, single tear droplets rolled down her face, no smiles appeared. Dale’s heart sank to the bottomless pit inside his body, the waves in him seemed to be crashing amongst each other. She stood up and placed the tiny box back into Dale’s hand, the hand that was wiping away his own tears. She walked away from him just like that, down the endless shore into the falling sun. Dale supposed he had moved to quickly and she didn’t feel the same feelings he felt about her. Dale then stood up leaving only the chair behind, looking out onto the waters, only for their memories to be left. Along with the memories, tears, and pain left behind he left behind the black velvet box, buried in the place her tears had dropped to.

  53. It was last summer and my family and I decided to go to our beach house in Orange County California. I was so excited to spend two weeks on the beach. I would get to swim in the ocean and just relax on the imperturbable (calm, placid-adj.) beach with my family. I could wait to get on the plane and land in Orange County. It was so beautiful and the people there are so happy. The blue water and amazing colors could dupe (fool-verb) your mind and make you think like you are in heaven. The only problem we had when we got there was the weather. It was raining so hard and you couldn’t see one patch of blue in the sky. I was so upset and the only thing I wanted to do was relegate (move to a less important spot-verb). I decided to get a chair and put it by the sad and crazy waves. All I could think about was playing in them and now I couldn’t. I felt like my whole vacation was ruined and I became taciturn (habitually untalkative-adj.) I didn’t want to ruin my whole vacation or anybody else in my family but my penury (stinginess-adj.) attitude kept coming out. I couldn’t keep that up because all it did was cause me to become lethargic (drowsy; tired)so I decided to proscribe (to banish or outlaw-verb) my attitude and make the best of things. To make my family happy I was fawning (trying to please by flattering-verb) to make up for all the grumpiness I put on them. Since then I knew our family vacation was going to turn around and be tons of fun. My family loved my new adulation (excessively admiring behavior-noun). I was so pleased they forgave me because at first they were very dogmatic (opinionated-verb) about this situation but soon learned to just relax and enjoy the rest of their vacation in the beautiful county of Orange County!

  54. In the morning, Cornerstone Asylum is open for visitors. “How is she doctor, is there any change in her today?” “I must say, Mrs. Slayner that she has become very taciturn (adj) as of late.” “Taciturn, Dr. Monty?” “Oh, umm, she has become quite untalkative. I think that this is recoil to the outside world. A reboot of her brain, if you will. Right now her brain is trying to dupe (v) itself by fawning (v) imperturbable (adj) thoughts. Her ordeal has left her very traumatized, and she’s trying to fool herself by trying to please her brain with calm and peaceful thoughts.” “How long shall she remain in this state doctor?” “In my dogmatic (adj), oh umm, on my doctrinal opinion, it will depend on her. She will communicate with the outside world when she feels ready. Of course, it will help her if you give her adulation (v) for everything that she does. Sometimes this process takes less time if the brain is constantly receiving admiration.” “How will she act when she comes out of her, ‘reboot’?” “Usually when a patient comes out of there mental repair they will feel very lethargic (adj), and try to regulate (v) their actions. The tiredness will pass with uninterrupted rest, but the moving to a less important position, that will all depend on her. However you must be careful, sometimes the patient can become penury (v). This stinginess can cause them to relapse and make them attack anyone that they feel threatened by. To proscribe (v) these actions, I want her to take these pills. They will help her to banish any mean feelings that she may have.” “Oh thank you doctor, thank you.” “Oh no, your thanks is not necessary. I am glad to help.”

  55. the imperturbable (adj) Calm, Placid ocean taciturnly (adj) Habutually brings wave after wave. As the waves struggle to satisfy their penury (noun) Stinginess by envelopoing every inch of sand possible. And just as it seems they will keep coming the ocean relegates (v.) to move to a less importat position the blue waves back into the ocean. But one must wonder what lands were these waves proscribed (v.) banished or outlawed to end up here. Are they lethargic (adj) drowsy, tired or does water enjoy being moved. Most are very dogmatic (adj) excessively admiring behavior about the dulation (noun) excessively admiring behavior of the ocean. But don’t be duped (v.) to be tricked or fooled no one really knows the answers to these questions but many people try to fawn (V) please by flattering others.

  56. “It’s finally is the day” said the little boy. The mother puzzled by her sons out cry, now wonders what ‘day’ it was, so their taciturn [habitually untalkative; adj.] morning changed and became a in-depth conversation about the day and she soon found out that his class at school was taking a field trip to the beach. But the mother became worried when she knew that it was the penury [extreme poverty; noun] of Florida’s poverty. So the small boy duped [to fool; verb] his mother into thinking it wasn’t the beach she knew of but then the dogmatic [opinionated; adj.] mother snapped out of her child’s spell and she said in a imperturbable [calm; adj.] tone that adulation [admiring behavior; verb] and convincing behavior won’t work when it comes to his safety. Then she said to tell his teach that he was proscribed [outlawed, banished; verb] from going. But when the little boy got to school he said nothing of the manner to his teach in fact when his teach asked him for his permission slip he quickly forged his moms signature. His lethargic [tired; adj.] teach on this morning didn’t bother to notice that he had written his name on the signature line but the teacher was overwhelmed by his fawning [trying to please by flattering; adj.]. So she knew something was suspicious but didn’t know what…

    Later when they arrived to the beach, the teach approached the little boy and, nervous the little boy quickly prepares a excuse but came up with nothing. And…

    All of a sudden a large explosion goes of just of the coast and a shock wave knocks everyone down. The teacher now confused because of the split second unresponsiveness, and she now draws a blank page of where she is and who she is but then she notices a blank chair. Sitting alone, up right, in the middle of what use to be a body of water but now just soft sand…

    All of the kids gone but where did they go?.?.?.?.?

  57. Sticky Audition

    “Ring-Ring-Riiiiing” Is that my alarm? I really would rather not get out of bed today,I guess I feel like this everyday though. I pick up my hand and smash the ridiculously irritating ringing. Then I roll out of my bed and onto the floor, I can hear the footsteps of my roommates in the kitchen, it bothers me more than usual that they are such morning people today. As I wobble to my closet I realize that I forgot to pick my clothes up from the cleaners because I was going to wake up early and do it. Then I pause because I know there was some other really important something I was supposed to remember to do, my lethargic(adj: drowsy; tired) brain assures me that it must not have been too important if I can’t even remember. Though I know my brain is definitely not awake yet I trust my instincts and go to brush my teeth, as I do so I see a little sticky note taped to my mirror and remember putting it there last night. I peel it from my fogged mirror and it reads, “Please tell me you didn’t sleep i because you have an audition this morning!!!!” My heart drops into my stomach and I remember that thing my brain had duped(v: to fool) me into believing was no big deal. I haven’t even taken a shower yet and the audition is at eight and it’s seven-thirty now. With no time to think I begin getting ready at hyper-speed.

    As I fly into the kitchen my roommates begin to laugh and yell after me, “somebody slept in again!” I don’t even have time to answer their ridicule with a clever remark I have to get to the bus stop before the bus for the theater leaves. I live in LA, but with the terrible economy I have no money for a car and it is not an option to walk to an audition in the middle of July. I know this because I actually did it once, and by the time I reached the audition I was covered in hot sticky sweat and the situation was beyond repair. When things reach that point no amount of adulation(n: excessively admiring behavior) or flattery can force the judges to ignore your smelly exterior and give you a chance at the role. Anyway that was not going to happen this time, because I had stuffed a bottle of strong perfume in my bag along with a whole can of deodorant. I also was trying to keep myself calm and remembering what my agent always says to, “The key to having a good audition is being an imperturbable(Adj: calm;placid) actress Janice.” I went home and looked that word ‘imperturbable’ up after about the fifth time my agent said that and realized that all it really meant was calm, I also attempted to tell my agent that my name was not Janice but Jennifer.

    Truth is at this point I could care less if she called me Jessica as long as I could make that bus on the corner. I can hear that bus motor hissing and have an urge to scream stop at the top of my lungs but then again I don’t want my voice to be raspy for the audition. I reach the bus stop and see the doors beginning to close and a discontented bus driver looking at me hoping the doors will close before they are within my grasp. But no not this time, I reach the doors and hurl my purse into the rubber seals on the inside flaps. As I do this the normally taciturn (Adj: habitually untalkitive) bus driver looked at me with a low key version of a mile and said,”That was impressive.” I just smiled at him and immediately began thanking myself for packing extra perfume because the hot July weather was not helping the bus system that is for certain. As I sat down in the very first seat, in order to make a quick get away, I pull out my resume and begin looking it over.

    As I examine my head shot and list of works a folded up sheet of paper slips out from a paper clip on my resume. I quickly grab the pieces of paper before the city wind catches them and they go flying down the road with no hope to be retrieved. I open up the first sheet and recognize that these are critiques from earlier auditions. One of the first critiques I received in an audition for some commercial was that I was a dogmatic (Adj:opinionated;arbitrary;doctrinal) contestant in that every critique the judges gave me following my audition I challenged claiming that my opinion simply was more valid because i know more about myself then they do. However I failed to remember at that audition that the judges were paid professionals they knew what they were doing and they made the choices I’m sure. I continue to read through the various critiques until I hear the screeching stop of the bus as the brakes scrape against hot pavement.

    I bolt out of my seat and across the street and into the theater where the auditions are being held. At this point I am technically two minutes late and in my eyes this is a true success, however I almost missed registration. It is never wise to miss registration because the women that do it are always in terrible moods its like they are the employs or directors even that the theater had to relegate (V: Move to a less important position) during layoffs or cutbacks or something. Anyway because they feel they are less important they sure are a lot less friendly they they probably would have been. Following my registration as number thirty I walk into the theater and immediately become extremely nervous. People don’t realize how difficult it is to proscribe(V: banish;outlaw) nerves from the mind and from the stomach no matter what I do they continuously drop in for a visit at every performance and audition. At least I am going to be last this way I have time to calm down and truly prepare myself mentally and vocally for my audition.

    Two hours pass but they move so quickly because the whole time I am praying they are not going to call me, even though I know when they are going to call me because it is numerical order. Anyway finally they get to number thirty and I reach the stage and before I can open my mouth I hear, “Her eyes match the color of the jelly, I like that.” I had not been paying any attention to the previous auditions which was not intelligent because if they asked me about them I would have to just begin fawning over the two judges and telling them how nice they looked and all that stuff, but that probably wouldn’t work. They gesture for me to begin and so I do so and as I am about to walk off stage I hear a “hey” from the judges table and a lady walks through the door holding some jelly and she shoves it in my mouth asking, “DO you like it?”

    Sadly the answer to this question was no and I told her that, which maybe I should not have done. But because I would have felt guilty for lying I told her the truth. Then the judges asked me if, even though they realized I disliked the jelly, I would star in a commercial promoting the jelly. I of course without a doubt said yes and felt very accomplished as i signed release forms and called my agent. We were to begin filming the next week and as i rode home that afternoon on the bus couldn’t help but smile, and think about how this would kick start my career and get me out into the public.

    That next week I wore my most flattering dress and set three alarm clocks so that I could up on time. When I arrived at the studio they rushed me into high speed hair and makeup and gave me a nice ‘camera appropriate’ dress to wear. Then when the director began telling how I was supposed to sell this jelly and eat this bagel with the jelly on it I thought, ‘no big deal.’ However when I took a big bite of the bagel there was this penury(N:stinginess) to the jelly and my tongue began to swell. I was so embarrassed that this could happen and also I though it would be wrong for them to advocate such a product. As I held ice to my tongue I attempted to explain this to the director and he said that he was getting paid to shoot the commercial and so that is what he is going to do. I felt terrible about the whole sticky situation and attempted to create a plan b. I finally created the perfect way around guilt, and the direct advocating of a product that was going to cause people’s mouths to swell.

    Three months later the add campaign was finalized and my face appeared on the side of those buses I rode so often, only I was not eating bagels containing the bad jelly. Instead I was eating the bad jelly company’s competitor with a gross look on my face. This was OK because when I tasted the competitor’s jelly i realized that it was worse then the tongue swelling jelly so at least I was saving people money from buying the worse of the two.

  58. This is my area of the beach that not a single person ever goes to. I claimed this as my area a long time ago when I was young. When I was about twelve years old, I duped(to fool v.) my friends when it came to just about anything. Games, events, and anything that took brains were my number one moments. I was an imperturbable(calm, placid adj.) person who was smarter than just about anyone and my parents thought that I was very dogmatic(opinionated adj.) person for my age. A while back I had one of my best friends and his name was Johnny. He could never be fooled and I never had. Johnny was a person that was taciturn(habitually untalkative adj.) but I liked him because he was very nice. He owned this area by the beach that I could never have which I had always wanted. I always acted in a fawning(trying to please by flattering adj.) manner so that he would be nice enough to give it to me but he knew I wasn’t acting sincerely. I honestly thought he was a person filled of penury(stinginess adj.) because he never shared his spot with anyone. He finally said to me one day, “If you can fool me by playing a prank on me or scaring me, then I will let you have my part of the beach.” So I said, “Okay Johnny, I think I can get you.” A few days later I rounded up a few of my friends who acted in complete adulation(excessively admiring behavior adj.) around me so I knew that they would obey my orders when we would try to fool Johnny. I explained to them that we would talk to each other on a walky-talkies. We would wait until Johnny became lethargic(drowsy; tired adj.) and fall asleep on his chair, we would close in on him. Every moment of our prank would be key to our success so I made sure there wasn’t a person that would relegate(to move to a less important position v.) in the prank. I explained to them that once he had fallen asleep, we would wait about thirty minutes and launch water balloons at him on a cold day. I said, “Once we are done pranking him, Johnny has promised that he would proscribe himself from his spot and everyone who wants to relax in his area are allowed.” We waited a couple days until it was the perfect moment. Johnny was sitting outside on a tuesday where he was about to fall asleep. It was nice and chilly and he wasn’t wearing a jacket or a sweater. We filled up our water balloons and slowly crept up on him from every clear position that I had stated to my fellow colleagues. Once we made sure he was asleep, we unleashed every water balloon on him. It was one glorious moment of my younger years and we had won the spot I could never get. It was so amazing.

  59. It had been twenty minutes since I had gone inside to avoid my family. At these family reunions, I always looked taciturn (habitually untalkative; adj) in comparison to my loud family. I was a imperturbable (calm, placid; adj) girl. I thought about things people said before I responded, I observed my surroundings quietly, and most importantly, I was honest. I never fawned (trying to please by flattery; v) over people, hoping for their approval. When I complimented someone, I didn’t have a secret agenda, I simply said them because they were true. Although I was a very dogmatic (opinionated; adj) person, I listened and respected others opinions, and I did not shout over others when they were explaining their thoughts, hoping to quickly change their minds. It’s not that I don’t love my family, I just get a little tired of some of their more…tiresome characteristics. My Aunt Shawn, is the eldest amongst my mother’s siblings, and feels she has authority over them. She constantly delegates jobs to everyone, hoping she doesn’t become relegated (to move to a less important position; v) by a ‘lesser’ member of the family. My other Aunt, Jackie, hopes to replace my Aunt Shawn in her status of ‘ruler’ and will do anything to do so. Although she is bossy and somewhat tiresome, Shawn is not easily duped (fooled; v) and knows when she’s being taken advantage of. In an attempt to punish my aunt Jackie, Shawn planned for the family reunion to be in an area Jackie couldn’t easily get to without taking off work, essentially proscribing (banning; v) her from the reunion Although I thought this move was a little extreme, I was impressed with the amount of scheming Shawn did to simply prove her dominance to her younger, determined sister. After the incident, my aunt Jackie spent the whole day showering Jackie with adulation (excessively admiring behavior; n), hoping to be re-included. Watching my aunts scheme and plan makes me quite lethargic, but, I learn never to mess with either one of them. Despite learning this lesson, my departure appears to be an act of penury (stinginess; n) to my aunts. Seeing their reaction, I make my nap quick and return to the beach chair they brought for me quickly, hoping to avoid further conflict.

  60. At first when the government decided to put everyone to work it seemed harmless. Some people weren’t pulling their fair share. While a few performed above and beyond and enjoyed their reward, many were lethargic (sluggish)(adj.) despite their penury(destitution)(n.). The idea seemed like a good one, make work mandatory in order to prevent the many from relegating (consigning)(v.) to the few. The promise was “eternal light for all.” And so a strict quota was declared. However, the decision was made unilaterally, without even the taciturn(reserved in speech)(adj.) approval of the unemployed or hard working. Yet none dared proscribe(denounce)(v.) the action, so great was the power that held them in bondage. Only the imperturbable(unflappable)(adj.) and dogmatic(doctrinal)(adj.) followed willingly, but all followed. So the power of the government grew. The people began to fawn(exhibit affection)(v.) over their leaders with false or real adulation(excessive admiration)(n.). Many allowed themselves to be duped(tricked)(v.) by the propaganda simply to make their lives more bearable. So the people who were once free, live in eternal light, with sunken eyes, ever at work, without pay.

  61. Sitting in my chair, feeling lethargic ( adj. drowsy; tired), watching as the dogmatic ( adj. opinionated; arbitrary; doctrinal) takes over the sand. The waves have a sort of penury ( n. stinginess) to them, and are greedy to eat the land. The imperturbable (adj. calm, placid) scene puts me in a taciturn (adj. habitually untalkative) mood, and instead of talking to my family, I begin to talk to the water. I start fawning (v. trying to please by flattering) it, telling it how beautiful its waves are. I feel adulation (adj. excessively admiring behavior) as I compliment the ocean. My family thought I was crazy, and I felt they like they almost wanted to proscribe (v. to banish or outlaw) me. Although they didn’t do this, I felt as if my strange behaivior relegated (v. to move to a less important position) me in my family, and my siblings thought much less of me.

    “I think I can hear it calling back to you!” John said sarcastically, trying to dupe (v. to fool) me.

    I just whispered back, “I can…”

  62. I am so exhausted. It doesn’t seem to matter that I am physically incapable of doing anything but sleeping. I’m lethargic (adj. tired) anyway. I’m a vegetable, but I don’t feel like one. I’m still a person, but they don’t treat me like one. Not after four years. I’m just a thing, an object. But I can hear everything they say. At first they were really conscious of it, they’d talk to me, believing I could hear them. But as the years past, they disregarded me. They came out of obligation, not sincerity. It was like it was someplace they went and stood for a few minutes everyday. I wasn’t even there anymore. Not to them. They have really relegated (v. to move to a less important position) me in their lives. At first I was imperturbable (adj. calm) about it. I thought it was only a state of mourning. But no, they duped (v. to fool) me with their fake sympathies and pretended sorrow. They have no feeling for me anymore. It’s sickening when they come in here. It’s worse than if nobody came at all. I wish I could just proscribe (v. to banish) them from this cold room. The adulation (n. admiration) I had for anybody is gone. Even my own mother and father don’t seem to care anymore. I’m still a person! I’m here! But they don’t see that. It’s not like I ever offended anyone. I was always taciturn, (adj. habitually untalkative) never dogmatic. (adj. opinionated) My penury (n. stinginess, poverty) guarantees that I don’t owe anybody money. So why am I nothing anymore? I don’t know. It’s not like I need fawning (v. trying to please by flattering) or anything. Just a little appreciation. Some acknowledgment that I still exist, and I’m not imagining it.

  63. Kim had just gotten a job with a powerful and dogmatic (opinionated; arbitrary; doctrinal, adj) European businessman. She didn’t want him to relegate (to move to a less important position, v) her to a lame job in the company so she began to fawn (trying to please by flattering, v) over him. She duped (to fool, v) him into thinking she loved Marmite by speaking of it with great adulation (excessively admiring behavior, adj). One day she was feeling particularly lethargic (drowsy; tired, adj) and reverted back to her old taciturn (habitually untalkative, adj) self.

    The boss was confused, wondering what had happened to the overly attentive Kim. This imperturbable (calm, placid, adj) Kim didn’t get any work done.

    Kim was penurious (stinginess, adj) with the medicine she had because she was short on money. It turned out that she was sick and ended up making everyone else sick, thus making the boss proscribe (to banish or outlaw) sick people from the office.

  64. “Cara! Stop daydreaming and get to work!” my teacher said sternly, then turning back to the board, continuing to drone on about…well something or other. I was so lethargic(adj, tired) in class, but I had reason to be. I couldn’t sleep for the baby crying all night. During the day, everyone loved babies, fawning(v, trying to please by flattery) over them like silly babies themselves, cooing and purring for the little children. My mother was the baby’s guardian, but I always had to take care of him. I was relegated(v, moved to a less important position) from normal high school student to daycare…and night-care person. I couldn’t really keep sleeping through classes, but I was taciturn(adj, habitually untalkative) so my teachers could be duped(v, fooled) easily. There was only class where I was dogmatic(adj, opinionated), but my teacher unfortunately responded only to adulation(n, excessively admiring behavior) which I wasn’t desperate enough to stoop to yet. He had a particular penury(n, stinginess) with A’s in his class, but since debate was what I was good at, I had to stick through it. He was my favorite teacher, but he was so difficult, that it was hard to be imperturbable(adj, calm) when I received a grade not worthy of my hard work. I had heard of people being proscirbed(v, banished) from his class, but I had never done so myself. I loved debating, because it was the only place I could argue and not be punished for being outspoken.

  65. Sometimes, when I am lethargic (tired, adj) and also taciturn (habitually untalkative, adj) and I want to get away from everything for some time, I go down to the beach and listen to the imperturbable (calm, adj) ocean. I love the beach and I’m very dogmatic (opinionated, adj) about it because i think it’s one of the best places on earth. At the beach I can proscribe (ban, v) all bad thoughts and nobody can anger me with their penury (stinginess, n) or fawning (trying to please by flattering, v). My adulation (excessively admiring behavior, adj) for the beach is strong and every time I am on the beach I relegate (to move to a less important position, v) and am unable to be duped (to fool, v) by anyone.

  66. I had always shown great adulation (noun; excessively admiring behavior) for the beach. I’ve always loved its imperturbable (adjective; calm) setting. I love to sit in my favorite white chair and watch the tide roll in. When I’m in this place I become lethargic (adjective; drowsy) and my dogmatic (adjective; opinionated) behavior begins to fade. It’s as if I’ve been taciturn (adjective; habitually untalkative) all my life; I have no desire to argue anything with anyone. This beach seems to have duped (verb; to fool) me into a state of serenity with its placid ways, as if it is fawning (adjective; trying to please by flattering) toward me. Sometimes I like to relegate (verb; to move to a less important position) to the part of the beach where there are less tourists because it is more relaxing, but I still cannot go to the most dangerous part, for it has been proscribed (verb; banished). I resent the people who shut it down for there penury (noun; stinginess).

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