Friday, September 18, 2015

B & E Seniors: Dynamic Sentences

Click here to access the Atlantic article regarding what may be "the greatest sentence ever." Post your own grammatically sound 200+ word sentence, along with your original examples of the Sentence Wizardry forms, here.

27 comments:

Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

SQUAW!

Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

BOY

Anonymous said...

#FreeTheButt!

DN GOTEEE said...

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John Weeks said...

Football- the sport of men, pitting strength against strength, strategy against strategy, skill against skill, coach against coach, a game for tough kids; played on fields of glistening green grass under sun-drenched skies on a fall afternoon, or perhaps under the bright lights of a crisp beautiful Friday night in front of a large section of cheering fans, proud parents mixed emotions of pride and fear; where sometimes even the greatest of plays and the top level of performance isn’t enough from changing this game of skill into a game of chance, when players battle not just the opposing team but the elements of nature, where a driving rain or a blinding blizzard can dramatically change the course of a game in an instant, erasing a huge lead in a matter of minutes, a fumble here, an interception there, caused by nature’s unyielding wrath; yet still, the players battle on, determined to play with a lot of heart and grit until that last pass is thrown, that last tackle is made, that last whistle blows; celebrations on one side of the field, parties being thrown, players have fun, while on the other side, hearts are broken, dreams crushed, but only for a short while as Monday brings a new game to prepare for.

John Weeks said...

Football- the sport of men, pitting strength against strength, strategy against strategy, skill against skill, coach against coach, a game for tough kids; played on fields of glistening green grass under sun-drenched skies on a fall afternoon, or perhaps under the bright lights of a crisp beautiful Friday night in front of a large section of cheering fans, proud parents mixed emotions of pride and fear; where sometimes even the greatest of plays and the top level of performance isn’t enough from changing this game of skill into a game of chance, when players battle not just the opposing team but the elements of nature, where a driving rain or a blinding blizzard can dramatically change the course of a game in an instant, erasing a huge lead in a matter of minutes, a fumble here, an interception there, caused by nature’s unyielding wrath; yet still, the players battle on, determined to play with a lot of heart and grit until that last pass is thrown, that last tackle is made, that last whistle blows; celebrations on one side of the field, parties being thrown, players have fun, while on the other side, hearts are broken, dreams crushed, but only for a short while as Monday brings a new game to prepare for.

Anonymous said...

In my free time, when I am stuck with nothing to do I enter my simple insignificant mind I craft worlds, universes and entire cosmoses, and grandiose multiverses unlike any other that bend to the whim of my thoughts form within my mind, with hundreds upon millions, upon billions of people of all shapes and sizes and points of origin, all with their own race and culture, each with their own dreams and ambitions coming from and going to places with different properties and histories all their own, collecting objects of both minuscule value and tremendous purpose, all with their own stories of triumph and stories of failure, stories which wait to be told, stories in progress, and stories that have been told, each story leading it to the next to tell a incredibly grand and epic story unlike any other,one of heroes and villains, of friend and foe, of raw emotion and pure adrenaline fueled action, all leading to an inevitable dramatic conclusion which will only truly come when i Meet my own end, and until that day comes their stories will go on advancing and becoming more and more sophisticated, becoming more and more incredible, becoming more and more, real.
-Brian Kirylo

Anonymous said...

In my free time, when I am stuck with nothing to do I enter my simple insignificant mind I craft worlds, universes and entire cosmoses, and grandiose multiverses unlike any other that bend to the whim of my thoughts form within my mind, with hundreds upon millions, upon billions of people of all shapes and sizes and points of origin, all with their own race and culture, each with their own dreams and ambitions coming from and going to places with different properties and histories all their own, collecting objects of both minuscule value and tremendous purpose, all with their own stories of triumph and stories of failure, stories which wait to be told, stories in progress, and stories that have been told, each story leading it to the next to tell a incredibly grand and epic story unlike any other,one of heroes and villains, of friend and foe, of raw emotion and pure adrenaline fueled action, all leading to an inevitable dramatic conclusion which will only truly come when i Meet my own end, and until that day comes their stories will go on advancing and becoming more and more sophisticated, becoming more and more incredible, becoming more and more, real.
-Brian Kirylo

Anonymous said...

Growing a beard in mr. kefors class by Dean Nieuwkoop


There the young, strapping, long, tan, well groomed, and intelligent mr. Kefor sat in front of his class on top of his tall computer chair, in witch he had been given when the school was renovated, as he spoke of a homework that required large amounts of effort and throughout the large class that he taught, excitement, energy, joy and the smell of fresh, yet annoyingly potent, chemical white board marker filled the air while students carefully and thoughtfully paid attention to the humorous, educational, and inspirational demonstration of particular sentence that the students may write for their homework that is required to be of extraordinary length do to a sentence of a famous writer whom is un named in this particular sentence because of the short attention span of young tired half asleep kid sitting sprawled in his chair not far away from the very mr. kefor himself daydreaming about being spider man and living in a world of candy, and lots of money, and, lots of nice cars and, music and such, meanwhile the mr kefor had been explaining the details to a homework that he himself created, for that one day the young boy might actually grow a beard.

shane boria said...

Standing tall, a magnificent dark brown thoroughbred/quarter horse, a gorgeous steed among the pastures/grazing with his hair remaining still as the wind while glistening in the glorious rays of blissful sunshine on a peacefully warm Sunday afternoon and this shining star of a horse goes by his suitable name, Tucker because despite how alluring his appearance is, he is a goofball, a clown, a comedian perhaps or something along those lines; a couple of examples being how he loves to eat Swedish fish, or how he decided to show his hesitant approval of josh by passing flatulence when he ran by on the track– or was somehow displaying a jealousy induced gas attack on josh smiling at his “witty” disapproval regards one can be well aware of his intriguing oddness and also see that he is still professional as he advances in the riding techniques I’ve taught his gracefully, he is a humorous delight, a stupid smart oxymoron, a future celebrity filled to the brim with talent, perseverance, and imbalanced obedience and he is not only a pet who doubles as an environmentally save car, he is also my friend, my family, and my weird horse that will rise up to be the best he can be.

shane boria said...

Standing tall, a magnificent dark brown thoroughbred/quarter horse, a gorgeous steed among the pastures/grazing with his hair remaining still as the wind while glistening in the glorious rays of blissful sunshine on a peacefully warm Sunday afternoon and this shining star of a horse goes by his suitable name, Tucker because despite how alluring his appearance is, he is a goofball, a clown, a comedian perhaps or something along those lines; a couple of examples being how he loves to eat Swedish fish, or how he decided to show his hesitant approval of josh by passing flatulence when he ran by on the track– or was somehow displaying a jealousy induced gas attack on josh smiling at his “witty” disapproval regards one can be well aware of his intriguing oddness and also see that he is still professional as he advances in the riding techniques I’ve taught his gracefully, he is a humorous delight, a stupid smart oxymoron, a future celebrity filled to the brim with talent, perseverance, and imbalanced obedience and he is not only a pet who doubles as an environmentally save car, he is also my friend, my family, and my weird horse that will rise up to be the best he can be.

Anonymous said...

Standing tall, a magnificent dark brown thoroughbred / quarter horse, a gorgeous steed among the pastures/ grazing with his hair remaining still as the wind while glistening in the glorious rays of blissful sunshine on a peacefully warm Sunday afternoon and this shining star of a horse goes by his suitable name, Tucker because despite how alluring his appearance is, he is a goofball, a clown, a comedian perhaps or something along those lines; a couple of examples being how he loves to eat Swedish fish, or how he decided to show his hesitant approval of josh by passing flatulence when he ran by on the track– or was somehow displaying a jealousy induced gas attack on josh smiling at his “witty” disapproval regards one can be well aware of his intriguing oddness and also see that he is still professional as he advances in the riding techniques I’ve taught his gracefully, he is a humorous delight, a stupid smart oxymoron, a future celebrity filled to the brim with talent, perseverance, and imbalanced obedience and he is not only a pet who doubles as an environmentally save car, he is also my friend, my family, and my weird horse that will rise up to be the best he can be.

Tyler Troiano said...

The playful, energetic, yet curious dog, stood at the back door staring into the mysterious, dark,and seemingly empty woods, howling like a coyote at what seemed to his family to be nothing, but he knew he saw something and when he was let out he ran right to it; sniffing and sniffing around until he could find what he wanted to see, the dog could not get his nose off of the scent he had received just a few moments ago, but he continued to search, hard and long the dog searched the whole yard and as far into the woods as his restrictive runner would allow him to go, and just as all hope had seemed to be lost, he found what he was looking for, a dead squirrel, smelly and half-eaten from a predator,the dog, now satisfied and noticeably more happy, tore right into the dead animal chomping and chewing with no regrets until there was nothing but a few bones left, and he strolled back into the house happy as a clam, the dog had found what he wanted from the beginning and could now lay down.

LANDO THE BOY said...

LMAO I GOTTA CHILL WITH THESE COMMENTS

LANDO THE BOY said...

I GOTTA CHILL WITH THESE COMMENTS

Jordan Smith said...

Jordan Smith
Original-“My mom feeds our cats, our turtle, and our fish.”
My admirable mom, a lovely Caucasian female who is age forty-one and shorter than me, earns my deference because of her unyielding authority, and I, a short and impressionable African American boy age seventeen with rugged good looks and chiseled features concocted with the current haughtiness shown by the previous statement and having been punctually attending Norton High School for four years, feed the four animals that currently belong to us which are our two cute and energetic cats (it used to be three until my urbane female cat named Cali did not return home from outside three years ago) whose names are Astro and Pumpkin (his name is perfect because he is orange), our only turtle, who will be seven years old on the fifth of November in the year 2015 because we got her from Petco on the fifth of November in the year 2015, whose luxurious name was Tim but is now Timantha (only because we recently discovered that she was a female and not a more dominant male turtle), and our single, male, and long-tailed beta fish Charger whose fitting name was given to him because of his middle of the ocean blue and crimson red colored scaled body and silk like tail.

Jordan Smith said...

Jordan Smith
Original-“My mom feeds our cats, our turtle, and our fish.”
My admirable mom, a lovely Caucasian female who is age forty-one and shorter than me, earns my deference because of her unyielding authority, and I, a short and impressionable African American boy age seventeen with rugged good looks and chiseled features concocted with the current haughtiness shown by the previous statement and having been punctually attending Norton High School for four years, feed the four animals that currently belong to us which are our two cute and energetic cats (it used to be three until my urbane female cat named Cali did not return home from outside three years ago) whose names are Astro and Pumpkin (his name is perfect because he is orange), our only turtle, who will be seven years old on the fifth of November in the year 2015 because we got her from Petco on the fifth of November in the year 2015, whose luxurious name was Tim but is now Timantha (only because we recently discovered that she was a female and not a more dominant male turtle), and our single, male, and long-tailed beta fish Charger whose fitting name was given to him because of his middle of the ocean blue and crimson red colored scaled body and silk like tail.

Anonymous said...

Jordan Smith
Original-“My mom feeds our cats, our turtle, and our fish.”
My admirable mom, a lovely Caucasian female who is age forty-one and shorter than me, earns my deference because of her unyielding authority, and I, a short and impressionable African American boy age seventeen with rugged good looks and chiseled features concocted with the current haughtiness shown by the previous statement and having been punctually attending Norton High School for four years, feed the four animals that currently belong to us which are our two cute and energetic cats (it used to be three until my urbane female cat named Cali did not return home from outside three years ago) whose names are Astro and Pumpkin (his name is perfect because he is orange), our only turtle, who will be seven years old on the fifth of November in the year 2015 because we got her from Petco on the fifth of November in the year 2015, whose luxurious name was Tim but is now Timantha (only because we recently discovered that she was a female and not a more dominant male turtle), and our single, male, and long-tailed beta fish Charger whose fitting name was given to him because of his middle of the ocean blue and crimson red colored scaled body and silk like tail.

Anonymous said...

The much acclaimed creative and very often troublesome, vexatious instructor, leader, and free-thinker of the incredibly beautiful, mysterious, contradictory, and very often complex English language, receiver of a doctorate and many accolades over the course of his decade long tenure, assigned a very little known (almost secretive in fact) literary piece, entirely unique and informative in it’s description, based off of incredibly detailed, dynamic, and involved word structures for the dull, dismal, and relatively mute class allocated to him a short time ago, despite our emphatic, blatant, garishly voiced and sometimes insidious or disturbing fears of assigned projects and responsibilities, educative institutions that have long plagued society with their drivel, and redundant or nonsensical work assigned for after class purposes, opportunities, or oftentimes extraordinarily complex mind-expanding and cognitively stimulating assignments given to the unprepared student body, class by class, not unlike the infamous Domino Effect that mesmerized the western world during the Cold War, a war that plagued and harassed society as it fell into a time of disorder and anarchy, with the world’s citizens rebelling against governments and falling on the renowned period of history pitifully labelled the “dark times,” during a several decade long span, nearly a century ago.

-Ethan Glass.

Ryan brown said...

Once lived an old man who was very smart, wise, confident, fat, gifted, fun, sarcastic, caring, loving, tall, loud, smelly, and funny, he went on a trip around the world to Spain, France, Greece, Italy, Switzerland, Sweden, Netherlands, Iceland, Ireland, England, Mexico, Canada, Brazil, Australia, Antarctica, Austria, Russia, China, Japan, Iran, Iraq, Belgium, Albania, Ukraine, Germany, Finland, Norway, Poland, Romania, Bulgaria, Hungary, Portugal, Czech Republic, Serbia, Lithuania, Croatia, Slovakia, Denmark, Turkey, Luxemburg, Colombia, Argentina, Peru, Venezuela, Ecuador , Bolivia, Paraguay, Uruguay, Guyana, India, Israel, Jordan, North Korea, South Korea, Kuwait,Laos, Nepal, Pakistan, Philippines, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, Syria, Singapore, Taiwan, Thailand, Yemen, Vietnam, the trip also included Alabama, Alaska, Arizona,Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Idaho, Iowa, Indiana, Kansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana, Nebraska, Nevada, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, North Carolina, North Dakota, Ohio, Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina, Tennessee, Texas, Utah, Vermont, Virginia, Washington, West Virginia, Wisconsin, Wyoming, his favorite place was Massachusetts because it was beautiful, warm, fun, crazy, nice he said the people were not as mean as the nickname mass people have; Boston was great he said and he loved it greatly.

Ryan brown said...

Once lived an old man who was very smart, wise, confident, fat, gifted, fun, sarcastic, caring, loving, tall, loud, smelly, and funny, he went on a trip around the world to Spain, France, Greece, Italy, Switzerland, Sweden, Netherlands, Iceland, Ireland, England, Mexico, Canada, Brazil, Australia, Antarctica, Austria, Russia, China, Japan, Iran, Iraq, Belgium, Albania, Ukraine, Germany, Finland, Norway, Poland, Romania, Bulgaria, Hungary, Portugal, Czech Republic, Serbia, Lithuania, Croatia, Slovakia, Denmark, Turkey, Luxemburg, Colombia, Argentina, Peru, Venezuela, Ecuador , Bolivia, Paraguay, Uruguay, Guyana, India, Israel, Jordan, North Korea, South Korea, Kuwait,Laos, Nepal, Pakistan, Philippines, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, Syria, Singapore, Taiwan, Thailand, Yemen, Vietnam, the trip also included Alabama, Alaska, Arizona,Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Idaho, Iowa, Indiana, Kansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana, Nebraska, Nevada, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, North Carolina, North Dakota, Ohio, Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina, Tennessee, Texas, Utah, Vermont, Virginia, Washington, West Virginia, Wisconsin, Wyoming, his favorite place was Massachusetts because it was beautiful, warm, fun, crazy, nice he said the people were not as mean as the nickname mass people have; Boston was great he said and he loved it greatly.

shane boria said...

Standing tall, a magnificent dark brown thoroughbred / quarter horse, a gorgeous steed among the pastures/ grazing with his hair remaining still as the wind while glistening in the glorious rays of blissful sunshine on a peacefully warm Sunday afternoon and this shining star of a horse goes by his suitable name, Tucker because despite how alluring his appearance is, he is a goofball, a clown, a comedian perhaps or something along those lines; a couple of examples being how he loves to eat Swedish fish, or how he decided to show his hesitant approval of josh by passing flatulence when he ran by on the track– or was somehow displaying a jealousy induced gas attack on josh smiling at his “witty” disapproval regards one can be well aware of his intriguing oddness and also see that he is still professional as he advances in the riding techniques I’ve taught his gracefully, he is a humorous delight, a stupid smart oxymoron, a future celebrity filled to the brim with talent, perseverance, and imbalanced obedience and he is not only a pet who doubles as an environmentally save car, he is also my friend, my family, and my weird horse that will rise up to be the best he can be.

Katelyn Douglas said...

It was almost impossible for me to take my eyes of it, with such beautiful patterns and a great deal of colors, with wings so stunning to the human eye, as I watched so closely I could see so many great details, observing so carefully as it soared through the air with such majesty, shockingly, the gorgeous butterfly stayed nearby, almost afraid to leave the spot, he was yet curious of me just as I was in him, I couldn't help but gaze at the exquisite site, wondering how an insect could be so elegant and unique, focusing intensely on the insect and nothing else, he made me more and more fascinated, as it lands on flower to flower tasting the nectar, you ask so many questions in your head about the delightful, delicate, magnificent butterfly.

September 28, 2015 at 8:43 PM

Sydney Brady said...

Norton Massachusetts, a small town in the middle of a black abyss in which people most likely won’t find much to do, that bases you on the car you drive, your social status, the way you look, and the friends that you mysteriously maintain throughout the painful childhood you experience in which you find out the hard way that there is truly nothing to do in this overly populated small town; a town that you’ll drive around in for hours on end with a select few members of the human race gathered onto one small section of our planet, aimlessly in circles until you realize that you can always find something to do; especially with the right group of people who share similar interests related to your own, always interested in doing the same reckless and adventurous activities you are always in the mood to do, because in a town like Norton, Massachusetts, you’ll never be caught without a new activity to feed your child-like energy; in a town like Norton, Massachusetts, you’ll never feel a sense of unmanageable loneliness or feel the need to fight off an undeniable urge to get yourself into trouble; In a town like Norton, Massachusetts, we live.

Keyshawn Harris said...

Knowing that millions of people around the world would be watching in person and on television and expecting great things from him — at least one more gold medal for America, if not another world record — during this, his fourth and surely his last appearance in the World Olympics, and realizing that his legs could no longer carry him down the runway with the same blazing speed and confidence in making a huge, eye-popping leap that they were capable of a few years ago when he set world records in the 100-meter dash and in the 400-meter relay and won a silver medal in the long jump, the renowned sprinter and track-and-field personality Carl Lewis, who had known pressure from fans and media before but never, even as a professional runner, this kind of pressure, made only a few appearances in races during the few months before the Summer Olympics in Boston,Massachusetts partly because he was afraid of raising expectations even higher and he did not want to be distracted by interviews and adoring fans who would follow him into stores and restaurants demanding autographs and photo-opportunities, but mostly because he wanted to conserve his energies and concentrate, like a martial arts expert, on the job at hand: winning his favorite competition, the long jump, and bringing home another Gold Medal for the United States, the most fitting conclusion to his also brilliant career in track and field.