Write a short story by completing the given sentence using your own imagination and creativity? Also give title to your story. (150– 200 words): [10 Marks] • Life is full of hardships and difficulties but still……..

April is studying finance in college. she wants to enter a career that is expected to experience much growth. rank the jobs that april is considering, from the least to greatest expected growth.

Read the excerpt from julius caesar, act 1, scene 1. marullus. wherefore rejoice? what conquest brings he home? what tributaries follow him to rome to grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels? you blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless35 things! o, you hard hearts, you cruel men of rome, knew you not pompey? many a time and oft have you climbed up to walls and battlements, to towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, your infants in your arms, and there have sat40 the livelong day, with patient expectation, to see great pompey pass the streets of rome. which summary of the passage is the best? marullus asks a lot of questions, such as, “why celebrate? what has caesar done? who is following him to rome? don’t you remember pompey? ” then he says that everyone is cruel because they do not remember pompey. they forget how they praised him and would climb to the highest places, carrying their children, just to catch a glimpse of him. marullus regrets that the people are celebrating caesar and is insulted that they forgot how they used to praise pompey. marullus thinks that the people should celebrate caesar the way they used to celebrate pompey, and that they should be in awe of caesar’s greatness. marullus remembers how the people climbed walls, battlements, towers, windows, and even chimney tops to see the great pompey.

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.