write a report to your teacher on how your perfect were elected in your school at the beginning of this academic year.

Read the point that is being made and the illustration that follows it. point: gilgamesh is a courageous leader. illustration: enkidu is frightened of humbaba and wants to turn back, but he tells gilgamesh, "you go into the dreadful forest, you kill humbaba and win the fame.” which explanation best connects this illustration to the point being made? enkidu also tells gilgamesh that he “will return now to great-walled uruk” and that all men will know he has been a coward. although enkidu fears for his own life, he is thoughtless and does not necessarily fear for the lives of others. enkidu is deeply fearful of humbaba, and he strongly believes that gilgamesh has the courage and ability to defeat humbaba alone. this proves that enkidu does not believe that anyone can defeat humbaba, even if he thinks gilgamesh should at least try.

Which excerpt from “the girl who silenced the world for five minutes” supports suzuki’s argument that she is “losing [her] future”? coming here today, i have no hidden agenda. losing my future is not like losing an election or a few points on the stock market. and now we hear about animals and plants going extinct every day – vanishing forever. i'm only a child, yet i know we are all in this together and should act as one single world towards one single goal.

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream