While Darcy studied quietly for their English 1102 exam, Elizabeth joined and they started chatting. Consequently, they got so caught up in their conversation that they forgot to study. As a result, the next day, they were upset to see their low scores. This taught them that gossiping distracts from studying.*1 pointNarrationDescriptionDefinitionExemplificationClassificationComparison and ContrastCause and EffectProblem-SolutionPersuasive

It was a typical dreary Friday in Mrs Nubble’s Year 7 English class.  The weak sunlight hardly bothered looking in through the grubby windows, and the faded motivational posters looked even yellower than usual.Maggie Loafer was nodding off at her desk, Johnny Bigglesworth was picking his nose, and the rest of Nubble 7b looked on sleepily as their teacher wrote Plot Structure on the whiteboard.“Class,” said Mrs Nubble, “today we’re learning how to plan a story.”“Boring,” groaned Maggie.  Mrs Nubble ignored her.  She knew how to handle a troublesome student. “Most stories follow the same structure:  They start.  We get a sense of the setting.  Then, we meet the characters.  This set up is called the exposition."Maggie yawned.  Big words always put her to sleep. “But…” Mrs Nubble paused dramatically, "just when we start to get comfortable with the characters, bad stuff happens.”Suddenly, the classroom door swung open and in stepped the biggest, meanest, and hairiest kid at Puddle Intermediate.  He had a full beard and huge muscles, which was a bit surprising for an 11-year-old.Mrs Nubble stifled a gasp.  “Oh my, I almost forgot.  7b, please welcome Brutus Barbarous.  He will be joining us for the rest of the term.  His other teacher came to an unfortunate end.  Please, make Brutus feel welcome, please.  I beg you.”  Maggie cast a worried look at Johnny.“Brutus, take a seat wherever you like.”Brutus strolled over to Mrs Nubble’s chair, plopped himself down, stuck his huge feet on her desk, and winked at Mrs Nubble. “The plot thickens,” he growled.Mrs Nubble coughed nervously and wrote conflict on the board.“As I said, after the exposition, the writer introduces some type of conflict.  Conflict can be between a goodie and a baddie, people and a disaster, a heroine and a giant purple-people-eating lizard from outer space.  Conflict can even be internal—emotional.  There are loads of options.”“I love all those options,” snarled Brutus. Mrs Nubble carried on bravely.  “A good plot isn’t an easy ride.  As a writer, you need to make it tough for your characters.  The tension keeps the reader glued to the story.”Brutus picked his teeth with Mrs Nubble’s favourite pen.  “The reader hopes for the best,” Mrs Nubble said, trying not to think of her pen.  “But, things get hard—real hard.”  Brutus cracked his knuckles and winked at Mrs Nubble.  “We call this rising action,” she said.“Class,” said Mrs Nubble, "the story has been building to this next moment.  Something big is about to happen.  We’re at the high point, the climax.”At that moment, Brutus stepped up and snatched Mrs Nubble’s whiteboard marker from her hand.  The class gasped.  He wrote this on the board under the climax: help arrives Brutus turned to the class.  “Finally, the bad guys are defeated, a great discovery is made, the storm finally stops, etc.  Basically, the struggle ends.  Get it?”The class nodded in perfect unison.  Mrs Nubble breathed a sigh of relief.  Then watched as Brutus wrote falling action on the board.  His penmanship is excellent, she thought.“Dear class,” said Brutus, “at this stage of the story, the characters want to celebrate, rebuild something, or find meaning in their experience.  The most important thing is that everyone is happy.  Conflict is forgiven, things are repaired, lessons have been learned.  Mrs Nubble, may I continue?”Unable to speak, Mrs Nubble simply nodded.  Brutus wrote resolution on the board.“The story is complete,” he said, with a surprisingly sweet smile.  “Friends, it is time to conclude.”  And he returned to his seat.Mrs Nubble applauded loudly and the class cheered.“Well done, Brutus!”Brutus beamed.  “I love a happy ending,”

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