The very points I made in today's class -- please see punctuation thread!
Calends, nones, and Ides.
Thanks, Tara.
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The Ides of March - also May, July, and October
by Tara N Seals intoday i learned something new about the roman calendar.. calends, nones, and ides.. education never ceases..
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Punctuation within and without quotation marks
by compound complex inhttp://www.grammarbook.com/punctuation/quotes.asp .
would someone please make this link clickable?.
cc.
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It's interesting to see the wheels turning in their brains when they realize the significance of the fact that punctuation is ONLY a feature of writing. You'd think they'd know that, but it's generally not explicitly taught, and -- if it ever was -- it was so long ago for them that they've forgotten. -- jp1692
[ . . .] a little goodwill on the side of the person you are trying to communicate with one’s best efforts to express thought will inevitably fail due to one’s lack of expertise in the art of written words. In written conversation the desire to understand what another person is trying to express can either be revealed as an examination of a subject or as ...something else entirely. -- humbled
Brings to mind my classes in creative writing, where I work with both special needs children and senior citizens. Challenges on both fronts, in ways you can probably imagine. I put your word written in bold to link it with oral instruction, which I employ in juxtaposition with the former. When I do dictation, I allow the student to fill in the punctuation, that without the printed page as a visual aid.
The point is comprehension, and children and old folks are smart -- certainly -- but the teacher must be able to get through where the lesson's point could easily become lost in a maze of details.
Well, your great comments made me think of my recent lessons. To see the improvement in students' getting the point and enjoying the "story" is priceless. Today's essay is The Ides of March -- Good News or Bad?
Thanks.
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Who Are You?
by compound complex ini have made repeated attempts to move on with my life despite your decision to plague my every thought and move.
i cannot move forward.
a change of venue, that of diet, even new clothes have afforded me a frivolous and temporary elevation of spirits.
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I'm sorry, jp.
Me too . . .
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Who Are You?
by compound complex ini have made repeated attempts to move on with my life despite your decision to plague my every thought and move.
i cannot move forward.
a change of venue, that of diet, even new clothes have afforded me a frivolous and temporary elevation of spirits.
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Thanks, jp1692:
Good choice -- applicable. Or, the hold our former faith had on us.
Best wishes.
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Who Are You?
by compound complex ini have made repeated attempts to move on with my life despite your decision to plague my every thought and move.
i cannot move forward.
a change of venue, that of diet, even new clothes have afforded me a frivolous and temporary elevation of spirits.
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Greetings, Bill Covert:
I am in awe of what you have just written and would comment further if I weren't shutting down my computer and taking it to my writing class. It will take a bit of time to get the full meaning and impact of your words, but I shall do so.
In parting, I will add that my family, who followed me into the ORG, remains in its thrall. Some younger born-ins are in, some out. Strange, we can hold a decent conversation with those out yet not with those in . . .
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has." - Margaret Mead
Gratefully,
Frank Carton
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He Loved Her, by Snowbird
by compound complex inhe loved her.
from the time she was a faded-denim-overall/flannel-shirted-wearing 3rd grader until she was a bell-bottomed-jeans/embroidered-dirndl-top/afro'd teenager.. when they graduated high school and went their separate, fortune-seeking ways, he loved her.. hundreds of miles apart, lonely and sad, each let their bucket down into the well of life and drank warily of its contents.
yet, he continued to love her.. forty years, two marriages apiece, kids and grandkids, he still loved her.. divorcing, retiring, selling out, cashing in a 401k, moving back down south - home!
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Wish I had adequate words, JRK, but if our presence here for you is a good thing, well, here we are.
Love,
CoCo
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He Loved Her, by Snowbird
by compound complex inhe loved her.
from the time she was a faded-denim-overall/flannel-shirted-wearing 3rd grader until she was a bell-bottomed-jeans/embroidered-dirndl-top/afro'd teenager.. when they graduated high school and went their separate, fortune-seeking ways, he loved her.. hundreds of miles apart, lonely and sad, each let their bucket down into the well of life and drank warily of its contents.
yet, he continued to love her.. forty years, two marriages apiece, kids and grandkids, he still loved her.. divorcing, retiring, selling out, cashing in a 401k, moving back down south - home!
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So nice to see this again, as we stroll down Memory Lane.
THANKS!
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Who Are You?
by compound complex ini have made repeated attempts to move on with my life despite your decision to plague my every thought and move.
i cannot move forward.
a change of venue, that of diet, even new clothes have afforded me a frivolous and temporary elevation of spirits.
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Thanks, SunnyOne026:
I appreciate your kind words.
We have found some answers -- yes -- but so much remains unexplained. I can live with that.
Blessings to you and yours.
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Who Are You?
by compound complex ini have made repeated attempts to move on with my life despite your decision to plague my every thought and move.
i cannot move forward.
a change of venue, that of diet, even new clothes have afforded me a frivolous and temporary elevation of spirits.
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I have made repeated attempts to move on with my life despite your decision to plague my every thought and move. I cannot move forward. A change of venue, that of diet, even new clothes have afforded me a frivolous and temporary elevation of spirits. Accordingly, as I am thus paralyzed by a most profound sense of anguish, I lie in bed, starring at a black sky and pining for what little contentment life had once offered up. Why do you pursue me?
You grip me by the nape of my neck. You refuse to release me. I beg for mercy from you, The Hunter. You are a wily mistress, one whose cruel hold is that of iron. Between memory's relentless stabs at my heart and your refusal to disappear from my life, I am losing that steely mastery of self that had been pounded into my once unquestioning conscience.
In complete control of all that my eyes now behold, you pull me steadily backward into times past. Times that, I thought, were gone and forgotten. Nearly forgotten but for a brief remembrance triggered, in strange and bitter irony, by that most brief recollection of a fleeting joy. Sorrow forces upon me the certainty of her undeniable existence, her penetrating essence. You are she . . .
You have stolen my present, sabotaged my future. Yet, you say nothing.
Who are you?
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Thoughts of Suicide?
by Simon inwe are not a support forum for people with serious depression or thoughts of suicide.
if you or someone you know are struggling with such issues there are professional support services in most countries with people who are experienced and qualified to help:.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/list_of_suicide_crisis_lines.
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[ . . .] their own resources may have become so tightly locked away that they cannot access them with a level of detachment that a professional can supply. -- Ruby456
Excellent points, Ruby, particularly regarding the lay person's lack of detachment.
Thank you!