Read the passage. (1) the first skateboard was constructed of old roller-skate wheels attached to a piece of wood. (2) improvements were made to the skateboard in 1959. (3) the year that the first commercially made skateboard appeared. (4) soon after, skateboarding began to grow in popularity. (5) in 1963, skateboard manufacturers formed the first professional skateboarding team. (6) that same year, the first organized skateboard competition took place, in california. which is the most effective way to correct the fragment in sentence 3? attach the fragment to sentence 4. attach the fragment to sentence 2. insert the phrase in the united states to the end of the fragment. insert the verb had before the verb appeared.

Bartleby the scrivener what does the narrator believe that he has learned as a result of his experiences with bartleby?

How to prevent onions from making you cry chill the onions in the refrigerator for 30 minutes before peeling or chopping them. sulfuric vapors move slower in the cold—think about how garbage smells worse during hot weather. leave the onion root intact until the last possible moment to prevent irritants from escaping into the air. the root contains the largest concentration of sulfuric compounds in an onion. chop or cut the onion with a sharp knife. fast, clean slicing puts less pressure on the onion tissue and minimizes the release of sulfuric compounds. a sharp knife also allows you to expedite your slicing and reduce your exposure to the onion fumes. open a window or light a scented candle close to your chopping station. the hot flame of a candle will attract tear-causing vapor and will reduce the amount of vapor circulating in the air. what can be done to these instructions to make them easier to read at a glance? deleting everything except the first sentences of each numbered step eliminating the numbers and using bullets using illustrations instead of text changing nothing

Which two passages in this excerpt from the death of ivan illych does leo tolstoy use to suggest that ivan ilych feels like his life is slipping away from him? "what's the use? it makes no difference," he said to himself, staring with wide-open eyes into the darkness. "death. yes, death. and none of them knows or wishes to know it, and they have no pity for me. now they are playing." (he heard through the door the distant sound of a song and its accompaniment.) "it's all the same to them, but they will die too! fools! i first, and they later, but it will be the same for them. and now they are merry . . the beasts! " anger choked him and he was agonizingly, unbearably miserable. "it is impossible that all men have been doomed to suffer this awful horror! " he raised himself. "something must be wrong. i must calm myself—must think it all over from the beginning." and he again began thinking. "yes, the beginning of my illness: i knocked my side, but i was still quite well that day and the next. it hurt a little, then rather more. i saw the doctors, then followed despondency and anguish, more doctors, and i drew nearer to the abyss. my strength grew less and i kept coming nearer and nearer, and now i have wasted away and there is no light in my eyes.