Word: sure
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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THINK, Mr. Carswell (wherever you are), think, all of you: imagine the situation of your grader. (Unless, of course he is of the Wheatstone Bridgedouble differential CH3C6H2 (NO2)3 set. These people are mere cogs; automata; they simply feel to make sure you have punched the right holes. As they cannot think, they cannot be impressed; they are clods. The only way to beat their system is to cheat.) In the humanities and social sciences, it is well to remember, there is a man (occasionally a woman), a human type filling out your picture postcard. What does he want...
...name, a place, an allusion, an object, a brand of deoderant, the titles of six poems in a row, even an occasional date. This, son, makes for interesting (if effortless) reading, and that is what gets A's. Underline them, capitalize them, inset them in outline form: be sure we don't miss them. Why do you think all exams insist at at the top, "Illustrate;" "Be specific;" etc? They mean it. The illustrations, of course, need not be singularly relevant; but they must be there. If Vague Generalities are anathema, sparkling chips of concrete scattered throughout your blue book...
...mayor, an Independent who often provides the swing vote on zoning changes, reminded Wolf of the political situation and suggested that she be absolutely sure of the sixth vote before proceeding...
...impact on fishing has been crippling. After tests showed possible contamination, Alaskan authorities canceled the fishing seasons for herring, herring roe and pot shrimp throughout Prince William Sound. The salmon season, due to start in mid-May, remains in doubt. "Sure, Exxon may pay in the end," fumed Sandy Cesarini, co-owner of the Sea Hawk Seafood Co. in Valdez. "But we sweated blood to build this place. What about the future? Everyone in the sound feels violated...
...about winter-born lambs) are hymns to the inexorable rhythms of the seasons, to which each human, unfortunately, has only a short-term invitation. "Church Going" deals with a man-made structure. A wayward cyclist stops out of curiosity and enters an empty house of worship: "Once I am sure there's nothing going on/ I step inside, letting the door thud shut." That offhand "nothing going on" builds slowly to signify a loss of faith, of ritual and communal practices. There are no tears, but neither is there comfort; we are, for better and worse...