"Keep Going" No matter how bad things are right now

No matter how stuck you feel

No matter how many days you've spent crying

No matter how many days you've spent wishing
things were different

No matter how hopeless and depressed you feel

I promise you won't feel this way forever

Because I know how it feels

"KEEP GOING"

While studying, lana reached her goal of reading half a chapter without interruptions. what should she do next?

Match the term to the correct example. 1. allusion juliet: else would i tear the cave where echo lies, / and make her airy tongue more hoarse than 2. imagery chorus: that fair for which love groan’d for and would die, / with tender juliet match’d, is now not fair. 3. personification friar laurence: therefore love moderately; long love doth so; / too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. 4. foreshadowing romeo: the brightness of her cheek would shame those stars / as daylight doth a lamp.

Historical fiction is concerned with depicting historical figures and events in a new light. in this excerpt from arthur conan doyle's "the contest," which two sentences most clearly describe historical elements? policles sprang readily to his feet at the challenge, and the great company making way for him to pass, he found himself a minute later standing in his unkempt garb, with his frayed and weather-beaten harp in his hand, before the expectant crowd. he stood for a moment tightening a string here and slackening another there until his chords rang true. then, amid a murmur of laughter and jeers from the roman benches immediately before him, he began to sing. he had prepared no composition, but he had trained himself to improvise, singing out of his heart for the joy of the music. he told of the land of elis, beloved of jupiter, in which they were gathered that day, of the great bare mountain slopes, of the swift shadows of the clouds, of the winding blue river, of the keen air of the uplands, of the chill of the evenings, and the beauties of earth and sky. it was all simple and childlike, but it went to the hearts of the olympians, for it spoke of the land which they knew and loved. yet when he at last dropped his hand, few of them dared to applaud, and their feeble voices were drowned by a storm of hisses and groans from his opponents. he shrank back in horror from so unusual a reception, and in an instant his blue-clad rival was in his place. if he had sung badly before, his performance now was inconceivable. his screams, his grunts, his discords, and harsh jarring cacophonies were an outrage to the very name of music.