I.
Verbs in Context:
1) began
2) swam
3) doesn't seem
4) to learn
5) didn't try
6) got
7) was thinking; was holding
8) have
9) have
10) will happen
II. Complete the Sentences with the Correct Form of the Word:
1) trusting
2) shameful
3) prescribed
4) ceaseless
5) sympathetically
6) heir
7) unbelievable
8) growth
9) treacherous
10) constraints
III. Fill in the Blanks:
1) about
2) doubt
3) for
4) in
5) for
6) responsible
7) in
8) focusing
9) accused
10) damage
IV. Reading Comprehension:
1) D) can take different forms
2) B) your body releases more energy hormones
3) C) is triggered by both internal and external factors.
4) A) is to strike back when attacked.
5) A) express their anger in different ways
6) C) to behave assertively
7) B) changing anger into something positive
8) B) causes behavior problems
9) D) by focusing on external and internal reactions
10) D) anger can be kept under control
In the hallowed halls of my high school, where the clatter of lockers and the murmur of voices
formed the backdrop to our daily routine, there was an incident that remains etched in my memory
like a scar upon the fabric of time. It was a day like any other, with the sun casting its golden rays
through the windows and the corridors bustling with the hurried footsteps of students. Yet, beneath
the veneer of normalcy, tensions simmered, waiting for the slightest spark to ignite into flames of
fury. And ignite they did, in a moment that would test the limits of my composure and leave an
indelible mark on my psyche.
It began innocuously enough, a minor disagreement over trivial matters that escalated with alarming
speed. Words were exchanged like arrows flung in haste, each barb finding its mark with precision.
My temper, usually restrained and kept in check, bubbled to the surface like a volcano on the verge
of eruption. In that heated moment, reason fled, leaving behind only a primal urge to lash out and
defend my wounded pride.
As the argument reached its crescendo, I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, fueling
the fire of my rage. Rational thought became a distant memory, drowned out by the roaring tide of
emotion. In the heat of the moment, I lost sight of everything else, consumed by a blinding fury that
clouded my judgment and numbed my senses.
With a roar of frustration, I unleashed a torrent of words, each one sharper than the last, cutting
deep into the heart of the matter. The air crackled with tension, the silence that followed deafening
in its intensity. In that moment, I realized the magnitude of my outburst, the damage wrought by my
unchecked anger.
As the echoes of our altercation faded into the ether, I was left standing amidst the wreckage of my
emotions, grappling with the aftermath of my own recklessness. It was a sobering moment of clarity,
a stark reminder of the destructive power of anger when left unchecked.
In the aftermath of the altercation, a heavy silence descended upon the classroom, punctuated only
by the shallow breaths of my classmates and the steady ticking of the clock on the wall. The weight of
my actions hung in the air like a shroud, casting a pall over the once-vibrant atmosphere of the room.
With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I surveyed the aftermath of my outburst. Faces, once
friendly and familiar, now wore expressions of shock and dismay. I could see the hurt reflected in
their eyes, a stark reminder of the collateral damage wrought by my unchecked rage.
Guilt gnawed at my conscience, twisting like a knife in my gut. How had I let things spiral out of
control so quickly? In my blind fury, I had lashed out indiscriminately, heedless of the consequences.
Now, faced with the wreckage of my actions, I could only hang my head in shame.
As the minutes stretched into eternity, I grappled with a tumult of emotions swirling within me.
Regret mingled with remorse, forming a bitter cocktail of self-loathing and despair. How could I make
amends for the hurt I had caused? How could I undo the damage wrought by my own folly?
In the sobering light of hindsight, I vowed to learn from my mistakes. No longer would I allow my
anger to dictate my actions, to wield control over me like a puppet on a string. Instead, I would strive
to cultivate patience and understanding, to temper my emotions with reason and restraint.
With a heavy heart and a resolve strengthened by adversity, I took the first tentative steps towards
redemption. It would be a long and arduous journey, fraught with challenges and setbacks. But I
refused to be defined by my mistakes. I would rise above them, forging a path towards a brighter,
more enlightened future.
