Download That day had been like any other - Scoala Stefan cel Mare Focsani

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
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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…