Verbose seagull = lonely seagull.
This week:
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Monday–
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Word of the Week
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Check Lesson 6 flashcards
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Collect Storyboards
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Continue watching TKAM the movie
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HW
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Read
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Tuesday–
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Finish watching TKAM
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Discuss
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HW:
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READ!!!
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READING LOGS DUE 11/30
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Lesson 6 ex A,B,C due 11/29
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Lesson 6 test: 12/1 & 2
Hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
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When little kids tell stories they are often verbose. Adding way too many details, often creating never ending rambles of confusion.
Are you calling me a little kid?!
first comment….congrats (:
Since everyone agreed he was an incredibly verbose child, he was encouraged to become an auctioneer.
I wish I could talk as fast as those auctioneers.
Like when Cleveland was an auctioneer?
My cat is insanely verbose when its time to feed her.
Cats are not sentient and thus incapable of prose.
My little sister becomes verbose when she explains to my family what happens at school that day.
Bella was 8 years old and lived on a street mainly occupied by elderly. Growing up had been rather lonesome, no one to play tag in the street with, or random games of tee ball. So when the house next door was sold to a mom and her 8 year old son, Bella was full of excitement. Finally, someone to play with. Run around, with life would be full of fun times and no more just sitting there watching TV. Eventually, the day came when a moving van pulled up to the house. Bella ran up to it, but a moving man got out. She then saw a mini van pull into the driveway. Bella ran up to the woman, who was climbing out of the car and asked where her son was. Shockingly the woman began to sob. Confused Bella ran back to her house and told her mom. Bella’s mom then verbosely explained how the woman’s son had been hit by an ice-cream truck. He had fractured both of his legs and his left arm. He also suffered from head trauma, a neck sprain, and had gone into a coma. He had been in one for over a year now and his mom is very sensitive when it comes to the subject. Bella soon got over the fact that she wouldn’t have a new playmate. She then moved on with her life just thankful to be living it.
The End
That is a bit… sad. Poor boy. And mom. But great use of the word!
You think you’re smarter than… MERLIN?!
Hahaha! Thanks!
Very thanksgiving like…she is thankful to be alive! But the poor boy….:( I never knew icecream trucks could be so violent……
Ya, there were cones and melted chocolate ice-cream everywhere.
Great but sad story!(:
Everyone awed at the speaker’s ability of articulating in such a beautiful, but really, all he was doing was using a lot of adjectives and speaking in a verbose manner.
The guilty child was verbose in telling his made up excuse for not having his homework that day. The teacher caught on to his lie and sent him outside for the resyt of the period.
The teacher was to verbose and wouldn’t be quiet!
Ahem…
Akward….
If you didn’t notice I spelled awkward incorrectly,
to make it more akward.
(hehehehehehe I did it again)
It was almost midnight at New York, it was just minutes before the year would change to 2010. Kids had fallen asleep in their parents arms, despite the loud noises of the enormous crowd. For Gina this was the best New Years Eve ever! She just got a new, high paying job and had just recently moved in with her boyfriend Bryan. She felt like this night was magical, she felt like she was off to a good track for life. She closed her eyes and imagined next New Years Eve and how it would be different. Images floated before her eyes as she dreamed of Bryan proposing to her right as the clock strucked 12:00. Suddenly an arm wrapped around her, she giggled thinking it was Bryan and turned around giving “Bryan” a kiss. Something was wrong though, she opened her eyes and screamed. It was a complete stranger, she didn’t know how to act. Should she be embarrassed? Scared for her life? Maybe he’s just drunk…..she thought. Gina placed her arm on his and tried to pull it off. He wouldn’t let go and his grip was hard.
“Just wait for the countdown,” the man said, “it’s going to be the worst countdown you’ll ever hear.”
Gina screamed again but it was too loud for others to hear her.
“No, no, no,” he said covering her mouth, ” let me explain it will be like they’re counting down your death”
Just then the crowd started counting down as if on cue; Gina was pulled into an abandoned parking lot and the mystery man pulled out a knife. Suddenly Gina was a very verbose person…
“Please don’t kill me, I never did anything!” she stuttered, “I can pay you, pay you lots of money. Money’s good right? It can get you places!” 19, 18, 17, 16, 15,14, 13, 12, 11, 10….the man wiped off his knife then whispered in Gina’s ear, “Happy New Year, darling hope it was memorable.” Gina felt something cold puncture her throat, she gasped and fell to the floor.
OMG! That was fantastic! So good!
Now do a non-scary one. Please??!
Is someone gonna be sleeping with the lights on?
woahh! that was actually really good!
Thanks and I might not do something scary for next weeks word……….HAPPY THANKGIVING!
Wonderful but scary job!(:
Paul the Pigeon is very verbose when talking to his friend Tom the Turkey. He talks so much that every 5 seconds, he’s out of breath.
My father is very verbose when explaining things because he knows my brother, who is 4, will not understand him when he talks normally.
Sometimes, when people don’t know how to take notes they add to much verbose details that are irrelevant from the note taking topic anyway.
When somebody is very verbose, I usually just nod my head and pretend to be interested just to get it over with.
My brother is very verbose sometimes and sometimes not.
She held the knife, shaking, while she pulled it closer to her heart. She was crying while looking down at the scars on her wrists. She wailed as she plunged the knife into herself. She smiled and let out a small chuckle as she looked down at the blood gushing from her heart. She collapsed onto her bed, her mother came running in screaming, ” ARE YOU OKAY?!” She slammed the door open and saw her daughter dead on the light pink sheets of her bed, that were no longer pink. Her mother fell to the side of her daughter yelling, “NO! I’M SORRY I DIDN’T LISTEN!” The mother soon couldn’t speak any longer, she just moaned and howled. She grabbed her daughter’s blood stained hand, while holding it she felt something, paper. She unhinged her daughter’s tight grip on the small red piece of paper. The mother finally got hold of it and unwrapped the tiny thing from it’s crumpled state. All the note said was, “I love you…” Her mother could not read the name that it said, for whomever her daughter loved she died for them.
The next morning the morning news was very verbose on “A Little Girl Commits Suicide for Love” The mother had her funeral a day later, she will never know who the boy was that her little girl died for. Until the next morning’s headlines, “Another Teenager Commits Suicide.”
I did not feel like being very verbose this week.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
Awww! So sad that she felt the need to commit suicide.
Great Story!
That’s sooo sad! DON’T COMMIT SUICIDE
Sad but great story!(:
I am going to start crying.
My dogs are very verbose when they hear someone walk by.
The verbose women who sat next to me on the plane would constantly talk about her life and how great she was, and i almost fell asleep.
My sister becomes very verbose when she wants something really badly.
I pull my jacket on and I start putting on my socks. I love preforming. There’s just something about it that’s so enchanting, daring, or maybe mysterious? I don’t know and I don’t care. I love this place! I don’t mind the old tents, the stinky beds, or even the creepy guy that hangs out back here. (He does scare me though.) I’m about to leave my tent when Shakira (no, not the famous person) runs up to me.
She’s huffing and puffing. She’s just been running, I can tell.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I-it’s him… The ring master… He-he’s going to…” She takes a breath and continues stuttering. “I saw him and he was talking to himself. He kept saying your name over and over again. ‘Trisha…Trisha…Trisha…’ over and over again…” ]
She’s always been so verbose about things, it always takes her a long time to get to her point.
“Get to your point” I say.
“I heard him say some pretty grusome things… I think he’s going to…” I can’t hear what she says but I can read her lips.
“He’s going to what?!?!” I stand. This can’t be happening… Not now, not after what happened last night. I’m too young. And how could he possibly do /that/ in front of so many people?!
Great Job!(:
The teacher Mrs. Johnson walked to the front of the class. She had very long blode hair and blue eyes. She walked to the front of the room and started talking to the 7h graders. It was the last day off school ! Finally she thought. These kids will never know how hard it is to be a teacher. Being one of the Pe teachers she talked about staying healthy and fit becoming way too verbose the longer she got into her extremely long speech. ” 1minute left! ” the kids shouted . The kids, and surprisingly to the class, the teacher counted along. ” 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG! The kids run off campus before you could even blink. 1 hour later the teacher leaves and goes and eats a turkey sandwich for dinner . She starts to walk home and it is surprisingly a dark starless night. To get to her house she crossed a dark alley. “AAAAAHHHHHH” she yells while a man yanks the hair basicaly pulling the roots out. He covers her mouth “Don’t say anything otherwise you’re asking fot death.” She ignores and kicked as hard as she could. It wasn’t enough. He tied her hands and feet , drove to the ocean cut her neck with his sharp knife he threw her on the sand . Though before she died , she noticed he was missing his right thumb and she pointed it out and died. He then went home and thought about the night he lost it. 10 years ago he was a pugilist he had hit his opponent in the nose and broke it . The man with the broken nose bit the finger that punched him first: The right thumb. Then the man died. The murder went to his apartment and now due to anger and depression no longer felt the need to live he stuck a long butcher knife in his heart off the 20 th floor and jumped out the window. The End
( Please tell me how I did)
Awesome story! I like how there is a back story on the killer!
By being very verbose, the kid thought he told this great, funny story, but in reality, it confused everyone hearing the story.
That’s awkward…
My grandma was verbose when she was explaining her first thanksgiving in America. She talked so much i wasent really listening.
Capitalize your I’s and Thanksgivings. Think about the turkeys!
Dr Doofensmirch is often to verbose to Perry the platypus.
Nice Stuart!!! Finally someone admits they like it.
too*
Stewie is too verbose when he tries to explain the multi-verse theory to Brian, who is a dog and pretends to understand it when really he didn’t understand a single second of it.
(giggity)
Since the boy did not finish his homework, he was given a zero. Being too verbose, he tried endlessly to convince the teacher to give him full credit because he had never gotten a zero before. Sadly, the teacher still gave him a zero.
The boy was so verbose when he was trying to fabricate an excuse to not doing his work, it was obvious he was lying. It would have been better if he had just tried to stay inconspicuous to the teacher and she may have missed him.
Nicely done
I am often verbose when I am nervous or telling a story.
The police man was being so verbose that he didn’t even notice the fugitive sneaking away.
The substitute teacher made her last period of the day stay in for a two hour detention because of the students verbose behavior. That 6th period never took advantage of another substitute again, due to their previous consequence.
When I take my sister’s candy, I am very verbose when telling her why and when I took her candy.
Again, you just run.
I often avoid my uncle at family “get togethers” because in any story he is telling he is far too verbose.
Being to verbose in an explanation often leaves people more confused than when you started.
It is bad to be very verbose with your words while you are in court. The judge may think that you are fabricating a lie.
I am very verbose when my mom asks me if I have been playing video games all day because I have to give her a good, somewhat long, explanation of why.
My six year old cousin is very verbose when I come to visit him because he has an abundant supply of fascinating stories to tell me that occured since I saw him last.
My dog is very verbose when a person comes to the door.
No one will accept my friend request on facebook because i am way too verbose.
Some words can be Vebrose, like “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious”, or some words arent verbose, like “hello” or “easy”. and at times, kids could be verbrose when they tell stories about their adventures with their friends
All the kids were packing up as the teacher was verbosely explaining what the plans were for tomorrow.
As a little girl, I was extremely verbose and often drove my mom crazy!
I think I am too verbose sometimes, because I often forget what I have been rambling on about since I had been talking for a long time.
One day, a person came up to me and pulled me into their van. I was used to situations like this, so I knew how to get out of them. First the person holding me hostage would put a blindfold on me (some of the blindfolds are actually really comfy), and then he/she would tie my hands up with tape (when you take the tape off, it will get rid of unwanted hair on your wrist). To get to safety, I have to talk verbosely to distract the driver from me from checking the surroundings. Then when he/she stops, I blow myself up with the van and everything inside. I don’t kinow why, but everytime I blow up I regenerate back to myself.
The boy felt the whole police station look at him askance as he was being questioned. He was not one to do well under pressure, causing him to be very verbose, much to the pleasure of his interrogator. No police there had every seen someone talk so much at one time. “This one MUST be guilty!” they all thought, “No one talks that much unless they have something to hide!”
The child never payed attention in class because he was to verbose.