Justin epitomised politeness. What does this mean?

"Hey, Hazel? Are you, um, ...willing to go out with me?" In the middle of the school field, during a cricket match, he said that to me exactly eight months ago today. We hadn't actually spoken previously, so I was initially taken aback. I accepted even though we had barely ever exchanged looks in the hallway or played together on the same team. Nevertheless, I had a two-year crush on him. I cast my eyes upward at the gradually fading sky. It appeared that rain was on the way. Justin had just responded to me requesting a meeting in this field—the same one where he had extended his invitation to me months prior. I shivered and embraced myself more tightly. He was 10 minutes late, so I considered stepping inside and suggesting a different time to speak. My thoughts wandered to what had transpired during our partnership. It was nothing like the fairy tale I had thought it would be. I expected everything to go well and wonderfully, but it just hasn't. He might not even like me anymore, I was beginning to wonder. ~October 23~ Our first date. God, was I anxious? Justin was moving things along quickly. Not that I was, of course, complaining. He appeared anxious to go on a date, yet he had only asked me out yesterday. Despite his apparent desire to finish things as soon as possible, he didn't seem very keen to spend time with me. We were in my favorite cafe. Justin didn't seem at all concerned that I had picked the spot. I asked him, "What drink do you want?" With a puzzled expression on his face, Justin's head snapped up and he clearly had a group conversation open on his phone screen. In a monotone, he answered, "Whatever you're having.” My expression sank, but I smiled hastily to hide it. "All righty, then, two hot chocolates!" Our table was visited by the waiter, who took our orders. While keeping his eyes on his phone, Justin remained silent the entire time. With a hopeful smile toward both of us, The waitress remarked, "That'll be £4.75 please." I started to reach for my purse but stopped short. Would Justin propose to cover the cost? The server cleared her throat, prompting Justin to at last look up, then at the waitress before focusing on me and my bag. I have it in my hand. Raising an indignant eyebrow, he questioned, "Aren't you going to pay for the drinks?" "Oh, uh, well, yeah, of course!" After that, we didn't go on any more dates. ~December 16~ It was my birthday! Happy birthday, wishes and gifts were given to me by all of my closest friends, friends, classmates, teachers, and even my parents! Still, from 4 PM until now, I felt gloomy. It has nothing to do with the gifts they gave— I was obviously appreciative of them — but I can't help but be bothered by one particular person. Him. Justin. Is there a reason he hasn't yet wished me a happy birthday? Absolutely nothing, not even a text. It was 11:43 p.m. — I looked at my phone’s lock screen. My birthday ends in 17 minutes. I'm dozing off as I gaze in awe at the stunning scene of the lake and the brilliant moon reflecting off the water. I'm sitting outside the summer home of my family on a bench. The lantern was surrounded by bugs and had a bright gold vibrant color. It was flickering and likely already old. It had been on since 6 p.m., which was a while ago. They should really make use of the new lightbulb my teacher gave me as a gift. Not that I'm particularly interested in light bulbs, anyway. I can feel the cool wind rifling through my hair. Nice weather, huh? Quite the opposite of my feelings right now. My mother had told me to go inside the cabin because it was getting late, about 37 minutes ago. I gave her a weak explanation, but at least she left me alone. She's probably already asleep by now. Dang it, Justin! Ugh! I give up! I got up from the bench, turned around, and walked to the cabin. However, I could hear a motorcycle stopping by, then a deep, manly voice calling my name before I even opened the door. I can tell by the tone of his voice that he is tired. I turned around to see Justin, who was holding a white cuddly plush toy, as I had been expecting to see him. He gave me the plush toy and said, "Happy Birthday." “What the heck? Justin, It's nearly midnight; why are you here this late!?” "Hazel, school works, school works…”, he said, leading me to sigh. “By the way, the teddy bear has my scent on it, so whenever I'm not by your side, you'll think of me through the teddy bear.” It did smell like his perfume as I sniffed the teddy bear, and when he said that, it felt like the first time I had heard something so endearing from him. My smile disappeared as he turned to go. "I'll get going now." “Wait!— Why don't you take a quick bite to eat the lasagna my mom made or even spend the night here?" I screamed. Even though his voice was getting softer, I could still hear him say, “No, thank you. I still have a lot of stuff to do tomorrow and I might disturb your parents." “No, not at all; you’re not a distur—” I watched him get into his motorcycle, turn it on, and drive off. "—bance.” In frustration, I moaned and went inside the cabin. ~February 09~ A friend of mine spoke up from the other side of the dinner table, saying, "It's Valentine's Day soon!" This lunchtime, the dining room was incredibly crowded. It wasn't usually like that, but it was raining outside. Sitting two tables away from us, Amaree is one of Justin's friends, and I looked him in the eye. He prodded Justin, Justin gave me a small smile before he reluctantly glanced up and nodded at me before returning to his friends. My friends had the same look on their faces. They quickly reassured me that everything would be fine, that he was just having a bad day, and that Valentine's Day would be one to remember as they sighed and gave me sorry looks. 13th, four days later. My eyes were fixed on the ceiling while I lay in bed. What time is it now? Valentine's Day was it officially? My phone started to glow. On Friday the 14th, at precisely midnight, it was. I went to check the message I saw from Justin when I looked up at my phone. Justin: 'today, i won’t be in skl. household stuff. dw, i'll make up for it yea?' In no way, did he make it up for it. ~April 30~ “Hey, Justin! Today's weather is fantastic! After school, would you like to take an afternoon stroll?” Our final class of the day was mathematics. He seemed to be much more interested in trigonometry than I was, even though he had barely completed any of the questions and was instead just scribbling random squiggles on the page. I had been trying to strike up a light conversation with him. "Huh?" He asked, casting a brief glance up at me with his drowsy eyes. His appearance lately had been increasingly drained of energy and kind of worn out, as I had noticed. Was he bothered by anything? He would quickly change the subject, but I persisted in asking. "After school, I asked you if you would like to take a walk with me." "I apologize, Hazel, but I'm unable to. Perhaps another time?" My pencil left a very dark indentation on the page as I angrily pressed it down into my math book. Not surprisingly, but I was furious. He was always like this. "That’s what you always say, Justin! ‘Maybe another time, Hazel,’ but you never follow through!" I replied. My voice was starting to sound more frantic and louder. Justin gave me a gentle flick on the forehead after checking the room to make sure no one was staring in our direction. "Another time, Hazel. Another time." No 'another time' existed. ~June 28 (Present)~ "Hazel." It was raining heavily now, pelting us. Justin was standing right in front of me, all wet through his shirt. I observed how big his under-eye bags had grown. "Sorry. I forgot to take an umbrella." He replied. The sound of it was muffled by the torrential rain. I blurted out, "Do you actually like me?" Although he couldn't see it, I was crying. After all, the rain had gotten into my tears. "When you asked me out, I was overjoyed. It was like a dream come true for me since I'd had such a huge crush on you." The mouth of Justin was briefly open before being shut. My ability to see his face was severely limited by how dark the sky had grown. "However, you simply did not give me what I requested. Although I should be grateful for the time you spent with me, It simply wasn't enough. We went on one date, but I wouldn't really count it as such. You promised to reimburse me for the drinks, but you never did. On my birthday, you showed up after hours and left after only three minutes. You claimed that you would "make up” for missing Valentine's Day, but you never did!...—” For the sake of being heard over the rain, I was practically shouting. I felt as if I was finally expressing my true feelings to him after being so calm and patient with him in the past. Finally, "Then there's that grating forehead flick! Saying, "Hazel, another time." There was no "another time," nonetheless. Nothing was!-" A finger touched my forehead and rested there for a moment, causing me to flinch. Standing over me, Justin's eyebrows appeared to be furrowed in anger. Was he mad at me? Good heavens, I really did it. "All of this, Hazel, was a dare. Dating and all. I’m so sorry for putting you through all of this." He murmured. With his gaze glued to the floor, he stood above me. The rain had caused his hair to become tangled in his face. "I desperately wanted to tell you, but I reasoned that it would be simpler for me to appear uninterested, causing you to end things with me rather than me having to. However, you stayed by my side, and I could tell how depressed you were. Now that the dare is over, I can leave you and go find someone else. A preferable person. Although I do love you." I let out a gasp at the conclusion and slowly turned to look into his eyes. Although he appeared to be deeply sorry for what he had caused me to endure; he also said he loved me. As the rain began to abate, I reached my hand up to the sky to catch the last few drops. The corners of my mouth started to smile, and I couldn't help but forget everything that had happened between us before. "What‘s with the smile, Hazel?" I smiled as I interlaced my fingers through his. Justin looked at me puzzled and perplexed but then made the same gesture. He appeared less worn out now, as though something had finally awakened inside of him. "Let's begin again. I go by Hazel. What’s yours?"

Question 2 (10 points)What does it mean to "bite your thumb" at someone? aIgnore that person bMake a rude gesture cWave at that person dSay hello or goodbyeQuestion 3 (10 points)What does this speech tell us about Mercutio? aHe is always happy and likes to please other people. bHe does not know many people at the party that night. cHe wants to go home instead of going out to a party. dHe has a temper and is annoyed by lovers and dreamers.Question 4 (10 points)The Prince has arrived on the scene. What has he said to the people involved in the fighting? aThere has not been enough fighting lately. The next time the families choose to battle, the Prince wants to fight. bThe Prince sides more with the Capulets than the Montagues. He hopes the Montagues will eventually die. cThere has been too much fighting. The next time this occurs, those who are caught fighting will be executed. dThe Princes sides more with the Montagues than the Capulets. He hopes the Capulets will eventually die.

Reread an excerpt from “How the Animals Lost Their Tails and Got Them Back Traveling from Philadelphia to Medicine Hat.” What is the most likely reason the author focuses on politeness in this passage? A. to describe why animals should never speak to humans  B. to show how focusing on formalities can be unproductive C. to discuss the history of etiquette in American society D. to demonstrate that people in Philadelphia are less polite than elsewhere

What type of communication behavior does Akram have when he stepped on his colleague's rights?AProgressiveBAssertiveCAggressiveDPassive

I got the strong sense that Davis has found, among the short-trackers, an important if not always celebrated aspect of friendship — people who share his dislikes and grudges and will enthusiastically amplify them.Source: New York TimesIn this sentence, amplify means to:deny the truth of; show to be falseput out, as of a candle or a lightsummarize; give the main points ofenlarge beyond bounds or the truth