Tracker and pacers by Arif F https://padlet.com/Arif_F/hdzg883g0ymi An interesiting way to speed up your reading techniques en-us 2017-11-15 07:08:46 UTC 2017-11-22 06:24:07 UTC hello@padlet.com https://padlet-assets.s3.amazonaws.com/icons/Thunder.png technique Arif_F https://padlet.com/Arif_F/hdzg883g0ymi/wish/207066912 using the pen as a tracker. underline each line, focusing above the tip of the pen. keep each line to a max of 1 sec and increase the speed with each subsequent page]]> 2017-11-15 07:14:45 UTC https://padlet.com/Arif_F/hdzg883g0ymi/wish/207066912 speed Arif_F https://padlet.com/Arif_F/hdzg883g0ymi/wish/207068035 repeat the technique, keeping each line to no more than half second (2 line for a single "one-one-thousand"). maintain speed and technique you are conditioning your perceptual relexes, and this is a speed excercise designed to faciliate adaptation in your system. do not decrease speed, half second per line for 3 minutes and do not daydream]]> 2017-11-15 07:21:13 UTC https://padlet.com/Arif_F/hdzg883g0ymi/wish/207068035 Regret Arif_F https://padlet.com/Arif_F/hdzg883g0ymi/wish/209337097 MAMZELLE AURLIE possessed a good strong figure, ruddy cheeks, hair that was changing from brown to gray, and a determined eye. She wore a man's hat about the farm, and an old blue army overcoat when it was cold, and sometimes top-boots.

Mamzelle Aurlie had never thought of marrying. She had never been in love. At the age of twenty she had received a proposal, which she had promptly declined, and at the age of fifty she had not yet lived to regret it.

So she was quite alone in the world, except for her dog Ponto, and the negroes who lived in her cabins and worked her crops, and the fowls, a few cows, a couple of mules, her gun (with which she shot chicken-hawks), and her religion.

One morning Mamzelle Aurlie stood upon her gallery, contemplating, with arms akimbo, a small band of very small children who, to all intents and purposes, might have fallen from the clouds, so unexpected and bewildering was their coming, and so unwelcome. They were the children of her nearest neighbor, Odile, who was not such a near neighbor, after all.

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https://americanliterature.com/author/kate-chopin/short-story/regret
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