Online Class Notes (Jesse)

Grammar

how on the world – how in the world / how on earth 

Vocabulary

bald – no hair

indefinitely / indefinite = maybe forever
eg. Selene will continue learning indefinitely

Pronunciation

hermione – “her mai yon nee”

MB said bye bye to the courier and went back to his room and was to admire his new, green, and grey, shimmering chair. He was planning to sit on it, however before even his butt touches the soft cushioned seat the smell of burning smoke wafted out of the kitchen into his nose. He suddenly realised something was happening in his dusty kitchen and he rushed and stumbled over his feet and nearly tripped clumsily while he was trying to get to the pot of spaghetti with tomato sauce from the aluminium can, carrots, beans, spaghetti and meatballs… He nearly fell flat on his face on the burning red / scorching pot while he was rushing to it. He quickly turned off the fire as quick as he could and peaked inside. Next he got out a clean and unbroken / intact plate and poured out the charred remains of the spaghetti but instead of seeing the pasta and tomato sauce plus meatballs, he saw the ashes (remains) of the spaghetti with some red (which is the spaghetti sauce) and a bit of fire. His pink, rusty pot was all burned and melted like a chocolate cake. All of a sudden the doorbell rang and MB nearly hit his head on the roof because he jumped so high. Shocked, MB sighed and put on his crazy and unkempt disguise. MB waddled down the stairs like a giant panda, but with gigantic sigh he heaved open the door. The courier was  clutching a bright red flower that was poking up at the sun as though beaming at it. The courier by the way was dressed in a black kempt / clean / tidy shirt with a small, orange bowtie hanging under his neck. He bowed and was giving the flower to MB as though he wanted to marry him (which is real). MB snatched the gleaming flower from the courier’s hand and slammed the door right in his face, giving him no time to speak to him, leaving the courier standing there offended. Just as MB set his left foot on the creaky, old stairs, the doorbell rang / chimed again. MB was furious with the courier. He paused for a moment thinking that if he didn’t answer the door the courier might go home with his black, wedding / dress shirt, but the doorbell rang again much more loudly than before. Mr Bean sighed and turned around, wrenched open the door and there was the courier, once again, standing there. The courier asked him do you wanna go on a walk with me? MB shook his head immediately / without hesitation. “Cinema?” the courier asked curiously. MB shook his head harder than before. “Ice skating?” Asked the courier with a hint of impatience in his voice as though / assuming MB knows how to iceskate. “Lunch?” the courier squeaked quite politely / sheepishly, but with a hint of offence in his voice. MB nodded his head very hard and said quite happily, “yes” because his spaghetti was burned and charred twice, (plus he doesn’t want to make the spaghetti again).