Which sentence is correct

Answer:

c

Explanation:

Answer:

tim said the mets don't have enough pitching to succeed this year

Discuss these questions with a partner. 1) Do you like shipping?Why?/Why not? 2)Which are you favourite shops?Why? 3)Do you prefer to go alone or with someone else(say who)? Why?

In which type of sentence structure will you find a FANBOYS conjunction?

Which word has a similar meaning to the term relevant?
brief
related
open-ended
important

people curse but do people even know what the curse means?

What are some character traits about Samuel in the book woods runner

If you see a cardinol, what are you seeing?
a. A bird
b. someone important
C. a large group of things

Help me plsssss!!!!!!!

In one paragraph discuss the importance of knowledge and skills

in storing salads properly. (3 - 5 sentances)​

Read the excerpt from The Land. I shrugged, as if that was the best I could do for him. "I figure I lose my job, I can get along on that for a while 'til I find another one. Can't do it for less." Mister Ray Sutcliffe from Alabama did not look pleased. "All right. All right. I'm going to pay you what you asking, this four times a rider's wages—but only if you win, you hear? You lose, boy, and you get nothing." This dialogue advances the plot of the story by showing that Paul is going to win the race. is going to lose his job. will participate in the race. will earn money from Sutcliffe.

3. Do you like puppies? I am not sure if I do a lot of people do I want to watch they are fun, cute
and gross. they pee on everything.
*Write as formal*

Where should the semicolon be inserted in the following sentence? Everyone can find ways to be helpful kids might pay for someone's lunch or help a teacher clean her room.

Everyone can find ways to be helpful kids might pay for someone's lunch; or help a teacher clean her room .

Everyone can find ways; to be helpful kids might pay for someone's lunch or help a teacher clean her room

Everyone can find ways to be
helpful;kids might pay for someone's lunch or help a teacher clean her room

What happened after Sammy young. Was killed

Most states have programs that help with the education of individuals identified as "gifted."
True or False?

What are flat layered clouds called that are usually formed at lower altitudes called?
cirrus clouds
stratus clouds
cumulus clouds

What is the best type of organization for her speech?
a.
topical
b.
spatial
c.
chronological
d.
problem-solution

"It's Herbert!" she screamed. "It's Herbert!"
She ran to the door, but her husband was before her, and
catching her by the arm, held her tightly.
"What are you going to do?" he whispered hoarsely.
"It's my boy; it's Herbert!" she cried, struggling
mechanically. "I forgot it was two miles away. What are
you holding me for? Let go. I must opening the door."
"For God's sake don't let it in," cried the old man,
trembling
"You're afraid of your own son," she cried, struggling.
"Let me go, I'm coming, Herbert; I'm coming."
- "The Monkey's Paw,"
W. W. Jacobs

Question 8 of 20
Which strategy best represents one way a writer can keep readers engaged?
A. Include as many details as possible
B. Provide transitions for shifts in topic, mood, and time
C. Move the narrative along as fast as possible
D. Order the events from most interesting to least interesting
SUBMIT

Donald Trump (NCT) spoke at CPAC. Can he win the 2024 election?
Write One Opinion Paragraph on the Non-Critical Thinker (NCT) Donald Trump

I need HELP!!!!!!!!
Which detail best supports the conclusion that the main conflict in the story is Charles's inner conflict.
A)The author omits the conversation between Jen and Charles.
B) The author provides glimpses into how Charles lives now.
C)The author includes a few of Jen's thoughts about Charles.
D)The author details Charles's thought processes.

He pulled the string on the hanging light in the attic. The boxes didn't look familiar. But on one he recognized his mother's handwriting — neat, practically systematic, even without guiding lines. CHARLES' LETTERS.
He lifted the lid. The papers weren't dirty — the box had kept out the dust — but they gave off a curious smell. Mold? he wondered. Like the old bookstores back at college. Maybe it wasn't mold, but age — like the difference in men past the midpoint of life, as his wife liked to say and he hated to hear.
The letters he pulled out were laid flat, with the original folds reversed and then smoothed out; some had the envelope paper-clipped on. The topmost was from Jen Crone, writing from her post-graduation trip to Spain; his mother's house was the only address she had for him. Her letter was a dull litany of Points of Interest, amateur travel writing, stale jokes: everything was "majestic," or "awesome." Or just "okay." Even her loopy script on the page offended him. She didn't even ask how he was.
He hadn't seen this letter till months after its arrival, when he visited from San Francisco; his mother had handed it to him as another obligation he'd neglected, then gone to cook him dinner. He'd dropped it on a side table where he hoped she wouldn't notice. Later his mother left him messages about it; she said, when she finally reached him, that he owed that girl a reply. Throw it away, he'd said, I don't want to see it, I don't want to talk about it.
Instead she saved it, along with other letters he'd only heard about from her and told her he didn't want, letters from relatives chronicling tedious seasons and inviting him to visit, and from old friends doing the same; ridiculous letters from people he’d known in some way but who didn't seem, from what they wrote, to know anything about him. No, he'd say, throw them away. But she saved them.
He sat cross-legged with letters piled next to him. Through the small slatted window he saw night had come. The house was very quiet now; nothing outside but the occasional soft rush of cars, distant dogs barking, a voice calling; nothing inside but the hum of the electricity to the light, as it had been when he was a boy, bursting to escape to where there was some noise and life.
And suddenly he was impatient and fidgety. Why was he even looking at these? He didn't want the furniture, he didn't want the appliances, he didn't want the house. What would he do with any of this? And he certainly didn't want these.
Why did it matter to him that she had kept these things of his? He would go through them all and when he was done, he would take them outside and throw them out. The next letter he didn't recognize. But he recognized the first line in his mother's systematic hand. "Dear Charles."
There was no date, no envelope. The rest ran without breaks over several sheets of her best linen paper in the same steady, implacable stream.
Bent over the pages in the bare light he read:
I see you so seldom that now I dream about you visiting — I hear from you so seldom that now I speak to you when I am alone. I have written you many letters that you haven't answered. From how you talk when I do get hold of you, I don't know if you read them. I have written this letter but I am not going to send it. I am going to leave it here for you to find when I am gone. And then, if you want, you can read it, and if you read it you will know why I saved all these letters.
In a very large house on a green hillside in suburban Georgia, while her husband rode a lawn mower outside, Jen Crone glided barefoot across the living room, dropped into a gigantic and cushioned leather chair, tucked her feet under her and returned to her romance novel and the charms of the male love interest, a carnival roustabout named Boldo. There was something in his silence, in his perpetually dissatisfied nature that reminded her of a boy she'd dated in college. She wondered how the boy’s life had turned out. Was he happy, she wondered, idly as she might wonder about the weather on the other side of the world. Was he happy in his job? Was he happy in life? Was he happy at that very moment?
All across that green countryside in Georgia, and across the state, and across the country and the world, there were women wondering this about men they'd known, and men wondering this about women, and men of men and women of women, in a particular way, familiar to anyone who has loved, that never leads the person who’s wondering to actually stop what they're doing and find the answer.
At that moment the phone rang.

In a paragraph (6-8 sentences) answer the question below. Add examples and details.

If you were a teacher, and the kids in your class would not listen to you, what would you do?

7. Reread lines 258-262. How does the author portray the wind as a separate character? Give
specific examples from the text to support your response.

Suppose Jarrod wants to find out about Lonnie Johnson. He would find most of his information
?

In the book time machine how would u describe the atmosphere or mood in the room as the time traveler is talking aso give an exmaple from the book

The family ______ ready to go.
a.were
b.is
c.are
d.had​

Is orange a fruit or a colour?​

In the Hunger Games: Mockingjay:

What is the purpose of the rebel propos? Why are they significant?

Answer in two to three complete sentences.

please help me to write an paragraph about a famous person who likes to help poor people and sick people like St.Nicholas .(Nickolas was from the city of myra he loved to give gifts and he secretly put coins in people's shoes. pleaaase help​

What word are dolphins are

A. Imagine you are writing a paragraph about
how the Tri-State Tornado was unique.
Which sentence would be the best topic sentence
for your paragraph?
A. The Tri-State Tornado was the single
deadliest tornado strike in U.S. history.
B. The Tri-State Tornado lasted much
longer than a typical tornado.
C. The Tri-State Tornado stayed on the
ground for three-and-a-half hours.

What was President Wilson's policy towards involvement in WWI in 1915?
nationalism
militarism
neutrality
imperialism