R: Reconditerecondite 1: hidden from sight 2: difficult or impossible for one of ordinary understanding or knowledge to comprehend
I don't see what makes it so hard.
In an equation set up as ax²+bx+c=0, to solve by completing the square involves these steps. Rewrite the equation so that the constant term is isolated on one side of the equation. Take half the coefficient of x and square this result; add this square to both sides of the equation. Factor the resulting trinomial as a perfect square; combine like terms on the other side. Use the square root property to complete the solution, ending with an equation set up as (x+n)²=12.
It's so simple!
Q: Quixoticquixotic 1: foolishly impractical in the pursuit of ideals; especially marked by rash lofty romantic ideas or extravagantly chivalrous action
Was it more than attraction and a physical lust? How I long for that first inconceivable touch in my mind. I'm glad that, even with the almost foreshadowing image she conceives, she's not psychic. How embarrassed I would've been if she knew what I was thinking of.
She was the object of my affection at the party on the yacht. I walked up to make simple conversation by asking if she knew where we would dock.
I crossed by fingers, but I didn't beg. I knew she knew I liked her, but a desperate guy doesn't stand a chance with her.
The sudden urge to grab her, jump on a mustang, and fly
P: Persnicketypersnickety 1a: fussy about small details
So, I have this teacher. He's a great teacher, I will admit that. However, there's a weird twitch he has. I guess for an English teacher, it's not that odd of a tendency. He calls it "bleeding all over the paper," I call it "being a Grammar Nazi." I concede that I'm a Grammar Nazi myself, although it's rarely depicted in my vernacular. After all, I am from the south; the land of "ain't" and "y'all."
If he literally does bleed on the papers, I'm beginning to wonder how he makes it to school after the class turns in a writing assignment.
However, I acknowledge that his teaching has changed my attitude on English classes and school in general.
The teacher I speak of
O: Obstreperousobstreperous 1: marked by unruly or agressive noisiness 2: stubbornly resistant to control
This part of the school day would be the best time if there weren't so many clamorous people at this semi-tolerable school.
The food here is adequate enough to fill you up without having to hug the porcelain goddess (a.k.a. the toilet) the very next day. One thing that I've always wondered, however, is why a huge room of people eating feel the need to constantly talk. Not only talk, but they appear to be having a contest pertaining to who can be the loudest and most obnoxious. A member of the faculty asks them to calm themselves, and what do they do? They get louder, of course!
N: Nonchalantnonchalant : having an air of easy unconcern or indifference
There's raccoons in my basement and I don't care. It's a normal predicament for someone that lives in Australia. Earlier this week, I encountered an injured koala bear laying by the billabong, and tried to help it. How am I repaid? Well, by a bombardment of claws, of course! It is this incident that has me in this state of indifference.
These aren't simply normal raccoons. They're organized raccoons, plotting my death. Working in a tribe, the raccoons take advantage of this atrophy of my concern. They'll eat my liver, microwave my heart, nibble my toes, and grill my fingers.
It's routine for the intelligent, human-eating raccoons. So, I sit in my office chair and wait.
M: Myopicmyopia 2: a lack of foresight or discernment: a narrow view of something.
- myopic /adj.
We have enough of them here, so it should be an easy topic to discuss.
They hate the blacks because of their hip-hop music and baggy clothes. Only American-made vehicles can satisfy them, such as Ford. The Chinese and Japanese are the same to them because they both run from Godzilla.
I speak of full-brown, full-blooded rednecks. The scum of the earth that sit in their beat-up trucks and drink their moonshine.
L: Lackadaisicallackadaisical : lacking life, spirit, or zest.
He's in the basement, just like everyday.
As I walk down the stairs, I can already smell the sea of snack food that surrounds him. How did this happen to him, my son?
"Mom, I need some soda!"
The sound of his triple chin rippling as he spoke could almost be heard better than his voice.
My son was so energetic and successful when he was in high school; he was always a part of some athletic team or club, full of vigor.
Now, it's apparent that my son was ingested by that 26 year old thing surrounded by cheez-its, doritos, and soda cans on the couch in my basement.
K: Kleptomaniackleptomania : a persistent neurotic impulse to steal especially without economic motive.
- kleptomaniac /n. or adj.
He see an object on the shelf
And starts to devise a plan
How to get it for himself
Without paying "the man."
With thieving skills to boot
His addiction is well-supported
Always getting the loot
Sly and cunning
He slithers through the store
Everyday coming home with more.
A filching snake
A pilfering sidewinder
For Pete's sake
He stole a whole meat grinder!
But one day
He was introduced to karma
Let's just say
Puma checked their quota
All tapes led to him
So the devised a plan
And went out on a limb
To pay back "the man"
Captured he was
And taken to China
His stealing days are over because
Now he works for Puma
He now makes the shoes
That he used to hook
For the worldwide klepto-youth
To rip off his hard work
J: Jadedjaded 1: fatigued by overwork 2: made dull, apathetic, or cynical by experience.
Everyday is exactly the same. I think I'm trapped in the land of de ja vu, because I repeat the same routine.
There was a purpose to my existence once, or so I think. It's always possible that could've been a dream.
When everything was spontaneous and exciting, I had something called a voice. The repetition of the days have ceased me from making a sound. Now, I just sit in my cubicle like a good, little accountant, count everyone's money except my own, and do exactly as I'm told late at night when no one is around.
There's no love in this corporate and cold office environment. Somehow without love here, there is also the absence of pain