Prompt: why is it necessary to take a chance. Life is short, we hear that alot and it takes a big change for us to realize it. To make life worth living we have to take chances.

Brian Tracy once said “i've found that luck is quite predictable if you want more luck, take more chances…” learning from this you can see the more chances you take the higher luck you will have. An example of this would be if you decide to play an instrument, one day you could become very talented and maybe famous. You could even decide to play a sport than have good colleges ask you to be on their team.

Lots of people want to impress someone. It could be a family member, a friend, etc. A way you could impress them is by taking a chance on something. Say someone gives you an opportunity to work as a janitor for a very powerful person, you could take that job then some day get promoted to a manager. That would definitely be worth it in the end. You could even adopt a stray dog and then get a dog lovers attention, who knows many y’all would start dating.

Taking a chance is something you can’t think about. But it’s always necessary to take a chance at some point in life.

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Deceive the tone of “miss rosie” and how it changed the poem progresses. how does the figurative language contribute to the poems tone? provide two specific details from the poem, either quotes or paraphrased, to support you response

Which two parts of this excerpt from mary shelley’s frankenstein reveals information about the setting? (it was on a dreary night of november that i beheld the accomplishment of my toils.) with an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, (i collected the instruments of life around me, that i might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. it was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out) when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, i saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs. (how can i describe my emotions at this catastrophe), or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care i had endeavored to form? his limbs were in proportion, and i had selected his features as beautiful. beautiful! great god! (his yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; ) but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same color as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shriveled complexion and straight black lips.

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