LUCK part 3

Part 3:

It was stupefying. Well, all through his course I stood by him, with something of the sentiment which a mother feels for a crippled child; and he always saved himself - just by miracle, apparently.

     Now of course the thing that would expose him and kill him at last was mathematics. I resolved to make his death as easy as I could; so I drilled him and crammed him, and crammed him and drilled him, just on the line of questions which the examiners would be most likely to use, and then launching him on his fate. Well, sir, try to conceive of the result: to my consternation, he took the first prize! And with it he got a perfect ovation in the way of compliments.

Sleep? There was no more sleep for me for a week. My conscience tortured me day and night. What I had done I had done purely through charity, and only to ease the poor youth's fall - I never had dreamed of any such preposterous result as the thing that had happened. I felt as guilty and miserable as the creator of Frankenstein. Here was a woodenhead whom I had put in the way of glittering promotions and prodigious responsibilities, and but one thing could happen: he and his responsibilities would all go to ruin together at the first opportunity.

     The Crimean war had just broken out. Of course there had to be a war, I said to myself: we couldn't have peace and give this donkey a chance to die before he is found out. I waited for the earthquake. It came. And it made me reel when it did come. He was actually gazetted to a captaincy in a marching regiment! Better men grow old and grey in the service before they climb to a sublimity like that. And who could ever have foreseen that they would go and put such a load of responsibility on such green and inadequate shoulders? I could just barely have stood it if they had made him a cornet; but a captain - think of it! I thought my hair would turn white.

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LUCK part 2

Part 2:

This verdict was a great surprise to me. If its subject had been Napoleon, or Socrates, or Solomon, my astonishment could not have been greater. Two things I was well aware of: that the Reverend was a man of strict veracity, and that his judgment of men was good. Therefore I knew, beyond doubt or question, that the world was mistaken about this hero: he was a fool. So I meant to find out, at a convenient moment, how the Reverend, all solitary and alone, had discovered the secret. Some days later the opportunity came, and this is what the Reverend told me.

     About forty years ago I was an instructor in the military academy at Woolwich. I was present in one of the sections when young Scoresby underwent his preliminary examination. I was touched to the quick with pity; for the rest of the class answered up brightly and handsomely, while he - why, dear me, he didn't know anything, so to speak. He was evidently good, and sweet, and love-able, and guileless; and so it was exceedingly painful to see him stand there, as serene as a graven image, and deliver himself of answers which were veritably miraculous for stupidity and ignorance. All the compassion in me was aroused in his behalf. I said to myself, when he comes to be examined again, he will be flung over, of course; so it will be simply a harmless act of charity to ease his fall as much as I can. I took him aside, and found that he knew a little of Caesar's history; and as he didn't know anything else, I went to work and drilled him like a galley slave on a certain line of stock questions concerning Caesar which I knew would be used. If you'll believe me, he went through with flying colors on examination day! He went through on that purely superficial "cram," and got compliments too, while others, who knew a thousand times more than he, got plucked. By some strangely lucky accident - an accident not likely to happen twice in a century - he was asked no question outside of the narrow limits of his drill.

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LUCK

luck means that you're not badly injured or something bad has happened. When theres a chance something bad can happen but it didn't, it's called being lucky But if you did end up with something unfortunate, don't worry just better luck next time. Here I'll tell you a little story.

It was at a banquet in London in honour of one of the two or three conspicuously illustrious English military names of this generation. For reasons which will presently appear, I will withhold his real name and titles, and call him Lieutenant General Lord Arthur Scoresby, V.C., K.C.B. What a fascination there is in a renowned name! There sat the man, in actual flesh, whom I had heard of so many thousands of times since that day, thirty years before, when his name shot suddenly to the zenith from a Crimean battlefield, to remain forever celebrated. It was food and drink to me to look, and look, and look at that demigod; scanning, searching, noting: the quietness, the reserve, the noble gravity of his countenance; the simple honesty that expressed itself all over him; the sweet unconsciousness of his greatness - unconsciousness of the hundreds of admiring eyes fastened upon him, unconsciousness of the deep, loving, sincere worship welling out of the breasts of those people and flowing toward him. The clergyman at my left was an old acquaintance of mine clergyman now, but had spent the first half of his life in the camp and field, and as an instructor in the military school at Woolwich. Just at the moment I have been talking about, a veiled and singular light glimmered in his eyes, and he leaned down and muttered confidentially to me - indicating the hero of the banquet with a gesture. " Privately, he's an absolute fool."

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Imagine You can Make your Own Games by Using Scratch 2.0 - How to

First of all, my big brother, Fawwaz, has created a lot of Scratch Games and has uploaded them on to the website. So yeah please check that out on the link below and don't forget to hit the love button and comment on thewebsite.

https://scratch.mit.edu/search/projects?q=Magicpotatoes2


So our subject today is.........

HOW TO MAKE SCRATCH GAMES!

OK first download scratch. Theres Sratch and Sratch 2. I recomend to use Scratch 2 because it's more simpler and less laggy so yeah but you can use whatever you want. T 

The Secret Path Way ... Part #3

 

Now it was winter, which meant that it was even MORE amusing then throwing leaves. Except from the fact that Mum and Dad got very annoyed that we were freezing cold, it was quite entertaining having to avoid snowballs and try to throw snow balls without Jodie knowing! We had all sorts going on. I kept getting distracting as some of my friends from school kept coming this way and started a conversation. Today that’s what we exactly did. “I’m going to get you sooner or later Sam!” trying to throw a dozen of snow balls at me.


“Oh yeah! You have to try to catch me first!” showing of my skills to avoid the chaos.

“Stay still!” trying to bunt a snowball at me. I was way to abrupt for her dodging past some objects. I kept repeating this as best as I could but some how I lost interest of playing this over again and again. Bravely, I forced my self to tell Jodie so we could just normally walk like usual. She understood and followed my command but we still were 10 minutes later than usual. ”I’m getting sick of you two always making both of us late!“ Mum kept going on and on about for a LONG time. It can be nothing but described as BORING! Trust me.

I yawned so much that Mum and Dad spotted me and said that I was being abusive and was very close to be grounded! It wasn’t really my fault, it was true that it was boring to hear them saying stuff at us. Jodie kept fidgeting too but she didn’t het spotted. Lucky! We were very clear on not to fire or fling snowballs at each other that night. Trying hard, I forced myself to dream about a war and our team won. I was definitely sure that would cheer me up a little and make me forget what I did.

I heard Mum calling me to wake up but I didn’t want to.


TO BE CONTINUED ....

The Secret Path Way ... Part #2

Jodie never gives up even if at the end she doesn’t get her own way. She has brown, muddy hair tied up in a childish ponytail, a pointy chin, a red and an orange striped shirt, comfortable blue jeans and brown, soft boots. I love her even when she told me off for leaving stuff around or if I lost something she gave to me.


I have curly, blonde hair, a sharp chin (same as Jodie), a green top with blue trousers and brand-new trainers. Sometimes I listen to all sort of rap music on my headphones. Dad gave it to me for my 9th birthday even though Mum said that I couldn’t take care of it properly.

This isn’t really surprising as we know that we’re mates. I looked after my set of headphones preciously so I could prove to Mum that she was wrong about me. I wasn’t a toddler or a baby, I was a 11 year old girl that could fight for her own way easily.

We got used to coming in our fine home after half an hour. It was actually very amusing in the autumn as we were able to have a leave fight and see who would win though we came 15 minutes later than usual! We would’ve even gotten grounded because they would’ve been late for work.

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The Secret Path Way ... Part #1

ADEL's story :
After school, my sister and I always walk home together talking about how was school or if we had anything that bugged us lately. It takes exactly 15 minutes from home to school or school to home every day. We ambled across at least 10 blocks straight then spur right where you’ll escort down the never ending hill, finally face to the west and make you’re way across 20 blocks.

Jodie is the best sister ever! Jodie always comforts me when I was little. She didn’t mind having to change my diaper but she played with me all sorts of daft games. She pretended to be a burglar once and steal valuables but super Sam comes and saves the day.

We have our kind Dad and Mum probably waiting for us after our long walk. They’ll be cooking or frying delish food for dinner. After we had our walk, we were always glad that straight afterwards there’ll be fish and chips or chicken. Sometimes we get an opportunity to play with our toys together before we have our dinner. Even though we played with our toys when I was a toddler or so, we sometimes play with them still.


Mum and Dad are kind enough to let us anyways. Not always kind enough though. We persuaded both of them to let us share bedrooms and one of them could sleep in my bed. They did agree that it was quite tempting as Mum didn’t want to hear Dad snoring! Dad got a little bit cross for Mum saying that and commanded her to stay with him, so that plan didn’t really work out.

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