Atrip to the ocean can be a relaxing escape from the everyday pressures of life. a sailboat glistening on the horizon provides a mental escape to faraway places. the rhythm of the ocean beating against the sand is sedating music to a troubled mind. a slow, gentle breeze can relax your tensions. you should always be careful to avoid overexposure to the sun at the beach. 1. a. write or type the sentence that is the topic sentence of the paragraph. b. write or type the sentence that is unrelated to the topic and can be eliminated

Which traits are strongest in your persuasive essay: ideas, organization, voice, word choice, sentence fluency, or conventions?

Using the format below, write a five-paragraph letter to jem explaining how you feel about three of his decisions. explain whether or not your perception of him has changed and why. use direct quotes from the text to support why you feel the way that you do. refer to the formatting of the friendly letter below to you correctly structure your work. heading sender's address greeting (dear after skipping a line and indenting, begin your opening paragraph. this paragraph states the purpose for writing the letter. tone should be friendly and respectful. skip another line and indent to continue the body of your letter. the body is where you add examples, details, and other relevant information. this letter should contain one to two body paragraphs. skip a line and indent yet again to begin your concluding paragraph. the recipient and make any requests in this paragraph. salutation (sincerely, regards,) sender's signature

Industrialization in europe changed the way people lived. the urban working class came into being, and with it came the drudgery of work. which two parts of this excerpt from franz kafka's the metamorphosis most closely reflect this impact of industrialization on people's lives? "what's happened to me? " he thought. it wasn't a dream. his room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. a collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table—samsa was a travelling salesman—and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. it showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. "how about if i sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense," he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn't get into that position. however hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. he must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before. "oh, no", he thought, "what a strenuous career it is that i've chosen! travelling day in and day out. doing business like this takes much more effort than doing your own business at home, and on top of that there's the curse of travelling, worries about making train connections, bad and irregular food, contact with different people all the time so that you can never get to know anyone or become friendly with them. they can all go away! " he felt a slight itch up on his belly; pushed himself slowly up on his back towards the headboard so that he could lift his head better; found where the itch was, and saw that it was covered with lots of little white spots which he didn't know what to make of; and when he tried to feel the place with one of his legs he drew it quickly back because as soon as he touched it he was overcome by a cold shudder. he slid back into his former position. "getting up early all the time", he thought, "it makes you stupid. you've got to get enough sleep. other travelling salesmen live a life of luxury. for instance, whenever i go back to the guest house during the morning to copy out the contract, these gentlemen are always still sitting there eating their breakfasts. i ought to just try that with my boss; i'd get kicked out on the spot. but who knows, maybe that would be the best thing for me. if i didn't have my parents to think about i'd have given in my notice a long time ago, i'd have gone up to the boss and told him just what i think, tell him everything i would, let him know just what i feel."