SAT Vocab - Fun and Easy to Method to Memorize

While studying for this exam, I noticed that memorizing the vocabulary was the most difficult task for me. Although memorizing itself isn't hard, it definitely is time consuming and boring. However, I discovered a fun study way to help me memorize these words from a SAT prep book. As I put these words into my own context, I realized it was easier to pick up on the vocab. So, I decided to type my idea out, and hopefully, I can keep you entertained with this!!

A Mystery - SAT Vocab Set #1

A breeze swept across Nicole's front porch. Her house was small and she could hear the windows rattle in the deleterious wind. Nicole loved bucolic areas; she had always wanted to live in a quite place, alone, away from the city disturbance. She was pleased find that the owner of this small house was magnanimous enough to sell her this home for a price she favored. She loved the house, but contemporary, she felt apprehensive toward it.

Nicole was always dogmatic about finding it alright to live in the rustic grasslands alone, then why had she started meticulously thinking over her actions?

She wrapped herself tighter in her blanket and scrupulously listened. Her heart stopped beating as she thought she heard the door creek. Capriciously, it became arduous to breath. She felt the ominous air around her.

Nicole painstakingly thought again. In a moment, she became an advocate believing that nothing was there. However, she was still fastidious not to synthesize any noise... She knew someone was there. Although she was in the rural, she wasn't alone at all.

Suddenly, Nicole heard the kitchen window shatter and a moment later, she saw a figure dashing to the forest. She shivered.

She was not alone....

(To be continued)..

deleterious - adj. Harmful
bucolic - adj. Rural; Nonurban
magnanimous - adj. Nobel; Generous; Giving
contemporary - adj. Current; Modern
apprehensive  - adj. Anxiety; Fear
dogmatic - adj. Firm/Rigid in beliefs
meticulously - adj. carefully; detailed
scrupulously -adj. Carefully
arduous - adj. difficult
ominous - adj. Threatening; forboding
fastidious -adj. Carefully; fussy
synthesize - v. Create; produce
rural - adj. nonurban; out in the country

Over the Endless Ocean

How big is the ocean exactly? I expect to take you on a breathless adventure with my experiences that left me bewildered up to this day. I still cannot believe something that could take place in less than a second could change one's life forever. How is it that the my only beloved friend could betray me? Can greed truly drive a person to insanity? Drive him to where he loses humanity? Just remember, it only takes one impulsive action to cause the most fatal results.

Where should I start with my story? You might be thinking the beginning. I must tell you, I am uncertain where the beginning starts, because to me, it seems like the ocean has no beginning or end; it goes on forever. Nevertheless, the story both starts and ends in the ocean, so I must began somewhere in the ocean. I will start the day my father, Captain Bixford, left me and my brother, Carl, on an early morning — or was it late at night?  – in 1601.

Although I didn’t know many men, I knew my father was one of the greatest alive. Everyone loved him. He was happy; he was always happy. Even though my father had much to mourn for, he never showed anyone. Similarly, I cannot recall a day when he was ever unfair to anyone. I did not have a big family — only Carl and my father. I knew my mother for only a short period of time because as soon as I was old enough to join Father and the crew, I left home just like Carl had a few years before me. My new home was the ocean. But although I did not have a big family, my father made one for me. Every man on the ship, Gnome, was bound together by heart, trust, and selflessness. I could not ask for anything more. My father was good to every man. Too good.

The memory of my father laying in his hammock that early morning is so clear. Everyone was shaken. Everyone loved my father. As a few prayers were spoken, his body was thrown overboard into the ocean where he belonged. Carl was 15 at the time and I was 12. All of us were heartbroken, but we had to move on. Normally, without a leader, it is difficult to carry on a task. But in the ocean, we MUST go on. It is impossible to stop. We all new this. So shortly, the question was finally asked, “Who would be the next captain?”

No one had the intention of wanting to become a captain; it was a far more difficult job than ever could be thought. It is obvious that the men in the crew were strong, but no one was a true leader like my father. These men were strong, but they were helpless. They needed my father more than he needed them. Or else, who would agree to live most of their life on the ocean?

No one said anything. I remember the look Carl gave me as he told me that we would do it together. We would take tare of the ship Gnome for the crew and for our father. Everyone loved him, and he loved the ocean. Together, we agreed to do this. Together, we trusted each other… and for a while, we stood in silence….

no promises were made….

(to be continued)

Hey everyone, this is the beginning of my blog. I didn’t know exactly where to start or what to write about, so I decided to just create stories. I really would appreciate feedback or maybe suggestions. I am really inexperienced so I apologize. But thank you for reading and I hope that it was enjoyable!!