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Thursday, October 14, 2010
Per. 6 - List #7
Rule: Use quotation marks correctly in your perfect sentence. Don't forget to include your vocabulary word from List #7!
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"Every day I am chronicly chided by my mother, because of my school work." "That is why deep sea diving is my catharsis." "Some day I wish to be a certified swimming teacher, and to swim in the deepest sea chasm."
The chasm was the reason Fluffy had ben having chronic leg cramps. Fluffy was told that he must have surgery. Before Fluffy went into his catharsis, his owner whispered," Good Luck Buddy." The doctor had certified that he had the right patient and sadly he didn't. "I cannot believe that you did that! You have the wrong partient!"chided the other doctor. It turned out that Fluffy was too cerebral for the doctor and ended up going home.
“If you were cerebral,” I chided my sister, “you would not sit near the edge of that citadel's wall. The leaders of our country held a caucus, circa 1800, and certified that sitting on that wall is dangerous. Rebels have chronically fallen into the chasm near the citadel.”
Unfortunately, my sister has a tendency to ignore me. She sat near the wall hoping the view would bring her catharsis and then she fell. Luckily she landed in the convertible which was a chattel of mine.
“Your son has a serious case of chronic coughing,” Dr. Mustache announced. “It was inflicted upon Raymond, your son, when he fell into and hit the bottom of the chasm. He was behind our city’s citadel before he tripped and fell in. The impact of the hit disrupted the mechanics of his lungs, causing him to cough more than ever,” Beard, Dr. Mustache’s cerebral assistant, explained. “Why is there a citadel in our city anyway?” Raymond’s brother wondered aloud. “It was built there circa 800 BC, and it was never demolished,” clarified his sister. “Forget that for now! Please continue about the matter at hand, doctor,” Raymond’s mother urged. Dr. Mustache cleared his throat. “Unfortunately, I cannot help him,” he continued. “What? But aren’t certified doctors supposed to know how to help the sick?” Raymond’s mother argued, upset. “I’m sorry. But the only thing I can tell you is that you must not give up hope. There is still a chance for him to live,” Dr. Mustache confirmed. ~ Raymond ended up dying 4 months later. Dr. Mustache was invited to Raymond’s funeral, where he talked to Raymond’s mother. “You told me there was hope! Where is the hope now, doctor?” sobbed Raymond’s mother. “I’m sorry for your loss, but I did not say that it was certain he would live.” The doctor replied calmly. “Even so, I encourage you go to the next caucus for those who have lost loved ones. It has been a great catharsis for some of my patients that have also lost their relatives.” ~ Raymond’s mother took Dr. Mustache’s advice and went to the next meeting. There, she shared her pain with the rest of the members there. The responses weren’t as helpful as she expected them to be. “Why did you blame the doctor?” chided some members. “Did you have sell a lot of Raymond’s chattel?” questioned others. Finally, one member spoke up, “I think that you should write a short story about this. Maybe it will make you feel better.” ~ And so she did.
"You mean this chasm?" Andre' certified as he walked into it. "Maybe if you were cerebral like your sister," his mom chided, "you wouldn't have been injured." "His injuries and pain will be chronic unless he dies," the doctor explained.
"The caucus that was held in the citadel," chided Nathan,"was chronic and never ending. If you were cerebral like me, you would have held it shorter. It was like falling into a deep chasm where you were tortured with pointless words," certified Nathan. "I'm sorry," replied Brent Ramos, "but it took me circa 10 hours to plan this caucus." Since Brent apologized, Nathan sighed in relief, as if it was a catharsis to his stress.
"I had to pass some gas during the entire caucus!" Brent verbalized. "And as soon as I got into the bathroom, I was chronically farting!" added Brent. "O.M.G.!" chided the janitor, "I am not going to clean this!" "When I arrived home," Brent commented, "I tried to act cerebral by certifying an orange as a dairy product!" "At circa 2:30, I had a catharsis by making Nathan Higa my chattel!" Brent announced. "Nathan and I had a chasm about the amount of bathrooms in a citadel." mentioned Brent. It turned out that Nathan was correct because he is so smart, and modest too.
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"Every day I am chronicly chided by my mother, because of my school work." "That is why deep sea diving is my catharsis." "Some day I wish to be a certified swimming teacher, and to swim in the deepest sea chasm."
The chasm was the reason Fluffy had ben having chronic leg cramps. Fluffy was told that he must have surgery. Before Fluffy went into his catharsis, his owner whispered," Good Luck Buddy." The doctor had certified that he had the right patient and sadly he didn't. "I cannot believe that you did that! You have the wrong partient!"chided the other doctor. It turned out that Fluffy was too cerebral for the doctor and ended up going home.
“If you were cerebral,” I chided my sister, “you would not sit near the edge of that citadel's wall. The leaders of our country held a caucus, circa 1800, and certified that sitting on that wall is dangerous. Rebels have chronically fallen into the chasm near the citadel.”
Unfortunately, my sister has a tendency to ignore me. She sat near the wall hoping the view would bring her catharsis and then she fell. Luckily she landed in the convertible which was a chattel of mine.
Shawn exclaimed, "We have a very strong citadel!" Mary asked, "Was this made in circa 3000 BC?"
“Your son has a serious case of chronic coughing,” Dr. Mustache announced.
“It was inflicted upon Raymond, your son, when he fell into and hit the bottom of the chasm. He was behind our city’s citadel before he tripped and fell in. The impact of the hit disrupted the mechanics of his lungs, causing him to cough more than ever,” Beard, Dr. Mustache’s cerebral assistant, explained.
“Why is there a citadel in our city anyway?” Raymond’s brother wondered aloud.
“It was built there circa 800 BC, and it was never demolished,” clarified his sister.
“Forget that for now! Please continue about the matter at hand, doctor,” Raymond’s mother urged.
Dr. Mustache cleared his throat.
“Unfortunately, I cannot help him,” he continued.
“What? But aren’t certified doctors supposed to know how to help the sick?” Raymond’s mother argued, upset.
“I’m sorry. But the only thing I can tell you is that you must not give up hope. There is still a chance for him to live,” Dr. Mustache confirmed.
~
Raymond ended up dying 4 months later.
Dr. Mustache was invited to Raymond’s funeral, where he talked to Raymond’s mother.
“You told me there was hope! Where is the hope now, doctor?” sobbed Raymond’s mother.
“I’m sorry for your loss, but I did not say that it was certain he would live.” The doctor replied calmly. “Even so, I encourage you go to the next caucus for those who have lost loved ones. It has been a great catharsis for some of my patients that have also lost their relatives.”
~
Raymond’s mother took Dr. Mustache’s advice and went to the next meeting. There, she shared her pain with the rest of the members there. The responses weren’t as helpful as she expected them to be.
“Why did you blame the doctor?” chided some members.
“Did you have sell a lot of Raymond’s chattel?” questioned others.
Finally, one member spoke up, “I think that you should write a short story about this. Maybe it will make you feel better.”
~
And so she did.
" This book is about the author's catharsis, it's not fiction." replied the teacher.
"You mean this chasm?" Andre' certified as he walked into it.
"Maybe if you were cerebral like your sister," his mom chided, "you wouldn't have been injured."
"His injuries and pain will be chronic unless he dies," the doctor explained.
"The caucus that was held in the citadel," chided Nathan,"was chronic and never ending. If you were cerebral like me, you would have held it shorter. It was like falling into a deep chasm where you were tortured with pointless words," certified Nathan.
"I'm sorry," replied Brent Ramos, "but it took me circa 10 hours to plan this caucus."
Since Brent apologized, Nathan sighed in relief, as if it was a catharsis to his stress.
"I had to pass some gas during the entire caucus!" Brent verbalized. "And as soon as I got into the bathroom, I was chronically farting!" added Brent. "O.M.G.!" chided the janitor, "I am not going to clean this!" "When I arrived home," Brent commented, "I tried to act cerebral by certifying an orange as a dairy product!" "At circa 2:30, I had a catharsis by making Nathan Higa my chattel!" Brent announced. "Nathan and I had a chasm about the amount of bathrooms in a citadel." mentioned Brent. It turned out that Nathan was correct because he is so smart, and modest too.
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