#Advanced English

[mxmorbidmidnight]

The other day I was drawing in class and AS A JOKE!! Drew a middle aged man as a femboy hooter and the teacher looked over and they said in the most frightened expression when they saw the message on the shirt “hooters?!!😨” this is about the fifth incident (not including the thank gnome it’s Friday, Macbeth toxic old man yaoi, that time I got turned into a vending machine and now I wander the dungeon incident, skibidi twilight sparkle, maze runner newtmas shrek poster). I’m in advanced English so methinks I am onto something.

[aaiieell]

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"As a matter of" Idioms & Phrases

Ever notice how phrases like "as a matter of fact" or "as a matter of interest" add depth to conversations? These expressions can clarify, emphasize, or simply add curiosity to what we say!

 Check out the picture below for definitions and example sentences of some of the most popular "As a Matter of..." idioms!

Which one do you use most often? Let us know in the comments!

[mik0is0bored]

Sensory Observations:

The touch of the Sky

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Oh, how you wished and dreamed since you were a little kid, to touch the fluffy clouds, to feel the silky-looking shade kf blue of the atmosphere.

But now that you're older, you begin to realize.

Even though you can't physically touch the sky, nor feel the clouds, you feel the affects of them;

The rain.

The gentle pitter-patter against your window at night, or the unpleasant feeling of your socks and shoes getting soaked last September.

The snow.

The cold, chilly powder that covered the landscape a few weeks ago. The gleeful cheers of children. The snowmen that littered the neighborhood, the snowballs that flew as you got into your car that day.

So maybe, your childhood dream was accomplished after all.

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Okay other than the sunset one this one is one of my favorites i guess

[deaniewe3nie]

Something I wrote for a class assignment

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Flies buzzed around the rotted remains of his fellow soldiers. He couldn’t get that putrid stench of the dead from his nose as he trudged through. Screams of the condemned rang in his ears. Young men shipped out to fight weren’t coming home. Here, they would stay. Damned and forgotten forevermore.

“For your country,” they said.

Their justification for drafting boys to fight their battles. He believed them, trusted them. Now he wasn’t so sure. Still, he kept on walking. His feet ached and it felt like a cat’s claws were scratching incessantly at the inner walls of his esophagus. Forced was how the horrors became the new normal. The sounds of bullets flying and corpses squelching against his boots. As he looked around, he found that he could no longer distinguish between friend and foe. All he saw was the dead and the dying.

The days all became a blur. How long had he been there? Weeks? Months? He didn’t know anymore. He lost count after a while. All of the things he thought he knew, was taught, seemed only a fragment of the bitter truth. The true reality of the situation gnawed at his insides, like his body was consuming itself the more he thought about it.

He slowly watched as his fellow brethren seemed to develop some sick pleasure in the violence. Some of the best human beings he had grown to know became monsters. That carnal look in his eyes as they killed, something disgusting, feral. The way their lips upturned into a sinister grin as the blood of the vietnamese sprayed out. The sick bastards who collected ‘trophies’ of their murders, ears, teeth, it didn’t matter to them. They just had to have a souvenir. What scared him wasn’t the way they transformed into beasts within the confines of human flesh, no. It was the fear of becoming them.

He could hardly remember what it was that he was meant to be doing, why he didn’t run the second he got that draft notice. All he knew now was that it was quiet, too quiet. The kind of eerie silence that let the dark depths of his imagination run rampant. The sweat running down his back caused his shirt to stick to it. He held his rifle in shaky, clammy hands as he surveyed his surroundings for what felt like the millionth time. He’s never hated trees more in his entire life.

Every blow of the wind, rustle of the trees, the smallest thing could create an awful paranoia. He felt like he was going insane, and maybe he was. All it took was for him to pick up the faintest sound of the shaking of a tree’s leaves. His grip tightened against his weapon as he started spraying. The sound of stray bullets ricocheting against the trees in all directions. He didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop. By the time he ran out, he was panting like a mad man. The air stunk of gunpowder and burnt wood.

Just creatures of the forest, nothing more. He swallowed and let out a shaky breath as he tried to reload. The silence carried on as he focused on calming himself. ‘Nothing,’ he told himself. Nothing. But there was something. BANG—! The loud noise reverberated in his ears. His head hurt. His eyes stung, he could barely keep them open. The smell of smoke filled his nose almost immediately.

The viscous crimson liquid oozed out of his forehead like water from the kitchen sink back home. The rifle fell out of his grasp as he slowly reached up a hand towards the new hole in his head. He stood there, still. His legs started to feel numb, like they were made of anything other than skin, muscle, and bones. He couldn’t stop it as his legs lost all function and he fell forward against the force of gravity. It all went dark as his lifeforce spilled into the soil below.

Josiah could finally rest.

[saphosticated]

Big brain your textual analysis in English class. The characters do not just run amuck in the story. The author uses them for a purpose to convey meaning to the responder.

[etherwraith]

This looks really cool. I used an image prompt with a similar vibe to practise my creative writing for the HSC.

Sci-fi Landscapes by Andrew Porter

[sunum-teknikleri]

İleri Seviye Phrasal Verbs ve Deyimler: İngilizce Akıcılığınızı Geliştirin

İngilizce'de akıcılık kazanmak ve anadili gibi konuşanları daha iyi anlamak için ileri seviye phrasal verbs (deyimsel fiiller) ve idiom'ları (deyimleri) anlamanın ve kullanmanın önemini vurgulayan, öğrenme stratejileri ve örnekler içeren detaylı bir rehber. https://www.fullofenglish.com/ingilizce-ogrenme/ileri-seviye-phrasal-verbs-ve-deyimler-ingilizce-akiciliginizi-gelistirin/

[dariaspeaky]

This is how I've practiced advanced English this week. I practiced speaking for 10 to 20 minutes each day over five consecutive days in my English Speaking Club. These sessions greatly enhanced my fluency and helped boost my confidence in communicating effectively. In addition, I completed four advanced grammar exercises, which improved my understanding of the nuances of the language. Moreover, I learned 23 new English words, expanding my vocabulary and enabling me to express myself more precisely. What is our favorite English activity?

[adamstanway2357]

[mik0is0bored]

Sensory Observations:

The smell of a Sunset

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You smell the salty sent of the ocean, as tou see the different hues of pink, yellow, orange, and several other colors of the sky dance in the blue ocean waves.

Aside from the smell of the ocean, it smelled...

Sweet.

If you were to put a finger on it, it smell3d sweet, yet also tangy and spicy...

"Like cinnamon and sugar, it symbolized the sky," you thought to yourself.

The sun was bright and hot, like cinnamon, and the colors of the clouds, and the soft colors of the sky itself reminded you of something sweet, like sugar.

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This one is probably my favorite, despite being the shortest of the five.

[twasnotme]

When in doubt ✨SYMBOLISM✨

my year 10 English teacher

[saphosticated]

The discursive essay.

I announce it to the class like some foul beast that lurks in the peeling paint on our classroom rafters. Feet shuffle. Eyes avert. But I still start my usual spiel.

The discursive essay is the best type of writing that I will be allowed to teach you during the entire HSC. But, I won’t give you a scaffold. I won’t give you letters like PEEL or PETAL or TEEL to clutch like a life-raft. Instead I will give you freedom.

Sure, you’ll have a prompt. But you can interpret it any way that you want. You can use any techniques. You can discuss anything that interests you. You can have an entire paragraph made up of rhetorical questions and still get a band 6. (Trust me, I’ve seen it)

You can write imaginatively, add in some poetry. Experiment with spacing. Use your punctuation for effect. If you want to write about anxiety (or maybe you’re just overthinking it. Again) you certainly can.

It’s your opportunity to throw away the rules and use your voice. Make allusions to the things you know. The things you care about. Link them to your studies. Make me want to keep reading.

Were Machiavelli’s observations of Florentine society and politics decidedly Lady Whistledown’ish. Maybe you want to see if your reader can decipher the difference between a Taylor Swift lyric and a Shakespeare quote.

Make links between your texts and current events. Maybe it is stupid that you sit in a classroom while the person next to you complains that we have no air conditioning so they won’t do their work, but children are being bombed in Gaza and their schools are now empty mouths in the ground and empty mouths not being fed because of the blockade.

Maybe we taught you too well to follow the rules.

To use your scaffolds.

To tie together your five paragraph essays with overly crafted thesis statements.

To use connectives for your ideas

To analyse the techniques.

To repeat what you’ve been taught.

So much that freedom feels overwhelming. It feels dangerous. This unknown text-type that lurks in the shadows and does not get the love it deserves.

But,

Once you start looking. It’s everywhere. It’s the opinion editorial, it’s the recent personal essay written by Lizzo and published on Tumblr (Go read it, it’s fantastic), it’s blog posts, and travel guides and anywhere that someone is sharing their ideas and their story however they want without trying to persuade you.

It’s the antithesis to AI. It’s the combinations and connections and personal style and voice that only you have. It’s uniquely human, and like the dragon in Shrek. You do not need to be afraid of it.

[learnhowto23]

Informal English VS Formal English #englishgrammar