Category: Writing

All of the following are correct punctuation of an interjection
except
_______
Huh? What was the announcement?
Yikes! Are you OK?
Well, what happened is what we expected.
Oh you didn’t have to pay for me.
Which sentence is correctly punctuated?
Many companies now sell their products and services online; on the other hand, some companies focus exclusively on in-house sales.

Use referents and transitions to connect these sentences together into a coherent paragraph.
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Eating fruits and vegetables produced by local farmers is good for the health of the environment, the health of our bodies, and the health of the economy.
Eating fruits and vegetables produced by local farmers benefits the environment because the fruits and vegetables do not have to be transported very far.
Less transit means less fossil fuels to pollute the environment.
Our bodies benefit from eating fruits and vegetables produced by local farmers because the produce retains more vitamins than produce that was picked days or weeks earlier.
We derive health benefits from fruits and vegetables produced by local farmers because preservatives and waxes are often not used by small farmers.
Local economies will benefit if we buy from small farmers who have trouble competing with big corporations.

Which passage from Grendel best illustrates the theme “there is a monster in every person”?
A. The king has given me splendid gifts. He will see tonight that his gifts have not gone for nothing! Prepare to fall, foul thing! (83)
B. (The warrior’s] mouth, which moved – or so it seemed to me – independent of the words, as if the body of the stranger were a ruse, a disguise for something infinitely more terrible. (155)
C. No man above us will ever know whether Unferth died here or fled to the hills like a coward. Only you and I and God will know the truth. That’s inner heroism. (88)
D. And the joy of self-knowledge, that’s a great compensation! The easy and absolute certainty that whatever the danger, however terrible the odds, you’ll stand firm. (85)

A value assumption is a belief about what is good/important or good/bad and forms the basis of one’s opinions (or bias) on an issue.
Jonathan Bloom’s opinions on the topic of food waste are very clear. However, he does make assumptions and exhibit bias. This week, I want you to read Chapter 5: “American Farms: Growing Waste, Selling Perfection.” Identify two assumptions made by the author. You must quote the sentence from the text that exhibits an assumption, and you must explain what type of assumption Bloom is making via that statement. How do his assumptions show us his bias? Share your findings here.
Also, please respond to at least two of your peers’ postings in order to receive full credit.
this link is chapter 5
http://tastycheapskate.blogspot.com/2011/07/book-review-american-wasteland-by.html

Which sentence is expressed correctly?
Group of answer choices
Because the focus of her business had shifted, she filed for a DBA so that her business’s name could more closely reflect the services she was now providing.
The mid-1990s was a challenging time for the company.
The career counselor advised the student that after getting a B.A., he should continue his education and get either an M.B.A. or a J.D.

·       Christie McLaren’s essay “The suitcase lady holds a package of dreams.”  provide at least THREE examples of how McLaren builds a sense of sympathy for the Suitcase Lady in the reader.
?By CHRISTIE McLAREN
Night after night, the woman with the red hair and the purple dress sits
in the harsh light of a 24-hour doughnut shop on Queen Street West.
Somewhere in her bleary eyes and in the deep lines of her face is a
story that probably no one will ever really know. She is taking pains to
write something on a notepad and crying steadily.
She calls herself Vicomtesse Antonia The Linds’ays. She’s the suitcase
lady of Queen Street.
No one knows how many women there are like her in Toronto. They carry
their belongings in shopping bags and spend their days and nights
scrounging for food. They have no one and nowhere to go.
This night, in a warm corner with a pot of tea and a pack of Player’s,
the Vicomtesse is in a mood to talk.
Out of her past come a few scraps: a mother named Savaria; the child of
a poor family in Montreal; a brief marriage when she was 20; a son in
Toronto who is now 40. “We never got along well because I didn’t bring him
up. I was too poor. He never call me mama.”
She looks out the window. She’s 60 years old.
With her words she spins herself a cocoon. She talks about drapes and
carpets, castles and kings. She often lapses into French. She lets her tea
get cold. Her hands are big, rough, farmer’s hands. How she ended up in
the doughnut shop remains a mystery, maybe even to her.
“Before, I had a kitchen and a room and my own furniture. I had to
leave everything and go.”
It’s two years that she’s been on the go, since the rooming houses
stopped taking her. “I don’t have no place to stay.”
So she walks. A sturdy coat covers her dress and worn leather boots are
on her feet. But her big legs are bare and chapped and she has a ragged
cough.
Yes, she says, her legs get tired. She has swollen ankles and, with no
socks in her boots, she has blisters. She says she has socks – in the
suitcase – but they make her feet itch.
As for money, “I bum on the street. I don’t like it, but I have to. I
have to survive. The only pleasure I got is my cigaret.” She lights
another one. “It’s not a life.”
She recalls the Saturday, a long time ago, when she made $27, and
laughs when she tells about how she had to make the money last through
Sunday, too. Now she gets “maybe $7 or $8,” and eats “very poor.”
When she is asked how people treat her, the answer is very matter-of-
fact: “Some give money. Some are very polite and some are rude.”
In warm weather, she passes her time at the big square in front of City
Hall. When it’s cold she takes her suitcase west to the doughnut shop.
The waitresses who bring food to the woman look upon her with
compassion. They persuaded their boss that her sitting does no harm.
Where does she sleep? “Any place I can find a place to sleep. In the
park, in stores – like here I stay and sit, on Yonge Street.” She shrugs.
Sometimes she goes into an underground parking garage.
She doesn’t look like she knows what sleep is. “This week I sleep three
hours in four days. I feel tired but I wash my face with cold water and I
feel okay.” Some questions make her eyes turn from the window and stare
hard. Then they well over with tears. Like the one about loneliness. “I
don’t talk much to people,” she answers. “Just the elderly, sometimes, in
the park.”
Her suitcase is full of dreams.
Carefully, she unzips it and pulls out a sheaf of papers – “my
concertos.”
Each page is crammed with neatly written musical notes – the careful
writing she does on the doughnut shop table – but the bar lines are
missing. Questions about missing bar lines she tosses aside. Each
“concerto” has a French name – Tresor, La Tempete, Le Retour – and each
one bears the signature of the Vicomtesse. She smiles and points to one.
“A very lovely piece of music. I like it.” She digs in her suitcase again, almost shyly, and produces a round plastic box. Out of it emerges a tiara. Like a little girl, she smooths back her dirty hair and proudly puts it on. No one in the doughnut shop seems to notice.
She cares passionately about the young, the old and the ones who suffer. So who takes care of the suitcase lady? “God takes care of me, that’s for sure,” she says, nodding thoughtfully. “But I’m not what you call crazy about religion. I believe always try to do the best to help people – the elderly, and kids, and my country, and my city of Toronto, Ontario.”