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Contextual Inference A Type of composition: Level: Target Form: Number of words: Guided (very)Advanced 8-th 490/500 Compulsory Embedded Word String: exhaustive, fuss,filled, squeezed, stressful, whatever blistering, endurable, crippling, before you know it distant memory, mixture, filthy, messy, melting snow, crisp, are chirping,are blooming, I am looking forward to feeling, thick smell, are crawling, substantial, versatile, drops of dew Difficulty: Grammar items: High present tense simple,present tense continuous,past tense,present subjunctive,comparatives,gerunds to make pupils write short compositions by guided enforced embedded word strings Attainment target: esterday was like any other day in the calendar.Long and short at the same time, no fuss, no troubles, no games to play, boring and exhaustive for no reason, whatever.It was the 1-st. of March. I felt as usual, that is, not paying much attention to the way I should behave…It so happened that I looked out of the window.The moist precipitation during the winter made all the ground seem like a black hole filled with water in front of my block of flats.Am I supposed to be happy about this early spring? Well, I am not… I am not happy because early spring is like a new beginning and I do not like new beginnings. It is as if I were squeezed into my stressful work again by an unknown person Y forcing me to taste a cake I do not like to eat. I can make the difference between the blistering hot summer days and the cool spring evenings when winter will not go away and me dreaming about summer…Now the humidity is thicker than smog but is more endurable than the crippling heat during the summer days when the sun keeps shining all day long. Before you know it, the snow is a distant memory.Trees are in blossom again and the grass covers the portions of land of my town.Spring is not beautiful when it is young because it is cold, white and similar to winter.I like it when it is in its prime, that is, when everything is green,when nature has recovered its powers again and when people are happier.Spring is beautiful in the middle because the end is like hot summer and I can no longer make the difference between them two.Spring should be spring and not a strange mixture between winter and summer. There is a Japanese poet, I forgot his name, who said in one of his poems that all filthy and messy things were covered with pure white snow and that is why winter could never be true.The melting snow may reveal unpleasant realities and that is why early spring can never be true, either but I like the middle of it.The moment I walk out, I come to enjoy the crisp, clean air of my street covered with snow and the sun shining above my head. Some birds are chirping but no flowers are blooming yet.I am looking forward to feeling the thick smell of the ground when all nature’s creatures are crawling for a new life. I feel so happy when I come to touch the ground at home at my parents’s place in spring. There is a new feeling about everything floating in the air,a feeling I cannot describe and which disappears when summer sets in. All I can say is that spring is a very sad season because it is never substantial but versatile for ever like clear drops of dew on magic leaves…