English Handbook Answers

1) The heading belongs in the upper left corner.
2) She wore huge dark glasses, no one recognized her.
3) A comma splice is when two sentences are improperly joined by a comma, and a fused sentence is when the two sentences just run on together, with no punctuation separating them.
4) Commas can be used to separate introductory clauses, phrases, or conjunctive adverbs from the rest of the sentence, and to create a pause.
5) A semicolon creates a stronger pause than a period; it can also be used to link two related sentences together or to list items in a long series.
6) Numbers less than or equal to ninety-nine should be spelled out.
7) Yes, plays may be underlined or typed in italics.
8) Affect, as a verb, can mean "feign" or "pretend to feel" while effect, as a verb, means "bring about" or "perform."
9) There: pronoun for a place.
Their: used to show possession.
They're: a contraction for "they are".
10) Parallel structures are used to express parallel elements in the same grammatical form.
Ex. The bunny jumped, skampered, and twisted.

Pennies for thought.

If I had to die for something prematurely, I would die for an idea that would affect a future person's lively-hood. I wouldn't want my death to be in vain. At the moment, I cannot think of a situation that satisfies these standards. The point of life in our current time seems to be to just float along, at least to anyone that sees what matters. I'm afraid of the idea of "progress" in years past, that is something not worth dying for.

Project reflection

We sucked. But not too much. So I'm not upset really. I just wish that a few more people would have taken the project a little more seriously. Like me, I could have done more.

Rumorsez

I'll admit, I eavesdrop, but I don't spread or start rumors. When a rumor would float on by, I'd just listen and lol to myself. Until I heard a rumor about myself. A close friend of mine had been going through a rough trip with her boyfriend, so I was talking her though it. Someone saw us talking seemingly in 'like' and mouthed like the wind. When It came back to me, I was a little skeptical, but to be safe I brought it up with my girlfriend. She just loled to herself.

Trust

I can't remember a time when I've lost the trust of a loved one. I've lost love, but not trust. If I had been in that type of situation before, I probably didn't notice because it went something like this:

Me: Hey where were you?

Them: Oh I was at blankity-blank's by the slip-slop.

Me: Oh yeah, I slept through that call.

Instead I try not to do anything to betray my loved ones' trust in me.

I once envied a man named Carlisle, though it wasn't for his name.

If at some point in my life for a relatively brief moment I had "people skills," they're gone now. I think they've transformed into "me skills" and for whatever I've tried to apply them to I've failed. Or at least I can't seem to apply them in a more practical way that would make everyone happy. They don't even please me.

Hello. Yeah I can't sleep either. Rambling seems to help me and instead of talking to myself I'll talk to blogger because blogger knows I'm not crazy, and that's all that really matters, that my mind is intact long enough to... I don't know yet. I think I am going crazy. I think I think too much. I think I'll talk about this girl but it's not the girl you would expect me to talk about right now because I barely know her, but she does exist, somewhere, not like how she exists in my head though. I crafted my password for this after one of our clever little inside jokes back when I was a dork and she was taken but I didn't know she was taken and I wasn't at the moment so I had a little crush for a while until someone took me and I continued to crush only no one knew but her. I think she knew. I think that's why she forgot me. I think I think too much. I used to think, every time I logged in, that that was a pretty good moment and that I was smart to trap it in a little time jar forever, but I don't care much for it anymore. It makes me think too much. It makes me think of a time when she said something about leaving and I wasn't really paying attention. I was thinking too much. It makes me preoccupied now, that that's my greatest worry, or only the greatest one I'll allow myself to think, consciously of course. In a few hours my mind will wander again and I won't be able to control myself. Sometimes it paralyzes me. I forget why I'm staring at this screen again, talking to myself.