Get down get through get away get rid of get hold of get away – get to – get over – get into – get hold of – get swept away – wasn’t getting anywhere – got the feeling – get someone’s attention – got over - got into trouble

According to 〜によれば add to 増やす add up 合計する after a while しばらくして against the idea その考えに反対して all of a sudden 突然に all the time いつも all through the night 一晩中 along with 〜と一緒に apply for 〜に申し込む apply to 〜に適用する as a rule 原則として aside from 〜のほかに / 〜を除いて at any cost どんな犠牲を払っても at heart 心の底では at last ついに at least 少なくとも at length 詳細に at most 多くても at once すぐに / 一度に at the sight of 〜を見て at times 時々 attach to 〜に付ける / 〜に結びつける back up 支援する、バックアップする based on 〜に基づいて be absent from 〜を欠席している be against 反対する be based on 〜に基づいている be confident of 〜に自信がある be curious about 〜に好奇心を持つ be derived from 〜に由来する be filled with 〜で満たされている be full of 〜でいっぱいである be made up of 〜で構成されている be pleased with 〜に満足している be short of 不足している be similar to 〜に似ている because of 〜のせいで / 〜のおかげで before long まもなく break out 突発する break out in （急に）〜になる break up 解散する / 別れる bring out 引き出す / 公表する bring up 育てる / 持ち出す burst into 急に〜し始める by heart 暗記して by mistake 間違えて by now 今頃までには by the way ところで by way of 〜を通じて call for 要求する / 呼びかける call out 大声で呼ぶ carry on 続ける carry out 実行する、行う catch up with 〜に追いつく close to 〜に近い come across 偶然出会う / 見つける come into 〜に入る / 〜になる come out 出てくる / 公表される come up with 〜を思いつく compared with 〜と比べて depend on 〜に依存する do him good 彼に利益をもたらす drive at 意図する、狙う drop by 立ち寄る drop down 落ちる feel at home くつろぐ feel like doing 〜したい気分 feel sorry 気の毒に思う figure out 理解する find fault with 〜に文句をつける find out 知る、解明する for fear of 〜を恐れて for free 無料で for good 永遠に、完全に for once 一度だけ / 今回だけは for sale 売り物の for the best 最善のために get over 乗り越える get ready 準備する get rid of 〜を取り除く give away 与える、寄付する give in to 〜に屈する give off 放つ give out 配る / 発表する go ahead 続けて行う go down 下がる / 沈む hand in 提出する hand over 手渡す hang on 待つ / 頑張る hang up 受話器を置く hear from 〜から連絡をもらう help yourself 自由に取る / 自由にどうぞ hold back 控える hold on 待つ / 持ちこたえる hold up 停止させる、遅らせる in a jacket ジャケットを着て in a word 一言で言えば in advance 前もって in case 〜の場合に in common 共通して in detail 詳細に in hand 手元に in part 部分的に in place of 〜の代わりに in return 見返りに in terms of 〜の観点から in the distance 遠くに in the habit of 〜する習慣がある in the way 妨げになって instead of 〜の代わりに keep a secret 秘密を守る keep an eye on 見守る keep away from 近づかないようにする keep on Ving 〜し続ける keep pace with 〜に遅れずについていく keep the change お釣りはいりません keep track of 記録をつける / 追跡する keep up with 〜に遅れずについていく lay it down それを置く / 規定する less than 〜未満 / 〜より少ない look after 世話をする look back on 〜を振り返る look down on 〜を見下す look like 〜のように見える look up 調べる / 見上げる made up of 〜で構成されている major in 〜を専攻する make efforts 努力する make it out 理解する / 成し遂げる make out 見分ける、うまくいく make progress 進歩する make sense 理解できる、意味を成す make up your mind 決心する mind your own business 自分のことに集中しろ move on 次に進む no longer もはや〜ない not always 必ずしも〜でない nothing but ただ〜だけ on air 放送中 on behalf of 〜を代表して on business 仕事で on fire 火がついている on purpose わざと on the point 〜の点で on time 時間通りに one another お互いに out of the question 問題外で pass by 通り過ぎる pay attention 注意を払う play a part in 〜で役割を果たす pour out 注ぎ出す、溢れ出る prefer A to B BよりAを好む put away 片付ける put off 延期する put on 着る / 演じる　(weightで太る） put out 消す / 発表する reach for 手を伸ばす rely on 〜に頼る result in 【自動詞】結果として〜になる run it over それをひく / 読み返す run out of 〜を使い果たす run over ひいてしまう、走り回る see about 手配する / 調べる see off 見送る see through 見抜く / 見通す set out 出発する、始める set up 設置する / 設定する show off 自慢する、見せびらかす show up 現れる / 到着する sit up 座る、起き上がる speak up はっきり話す stand out 目立つ stand out 目立つ stand up for 〜を支持する suffer from 〜に苦しむ take away 持ち去る / 奪う take in 理解する、取り入れる take notice of 注意を払う take on 引き受ける / 挑む take out 取り出す / 持ち帰る take over 引き継ぐ、乗っ取る take part 参加する take place 起こる / 開催される take risks 危険を冒す take turns 交代で行う talk over 相談する tear off 引き裂く the second largest 二番目に大きい think better of 考え直す throw away 捨てる try on 試着する turn in 提出する turn off 消す / 切る turn on （スイッチを）入れる turn out 結果的に〜になる turn over ひっくり返す under control 制御下にある up to date 最新の with ease 容易に with regard to 〜に関して

Mud Runs A Messy Race. Mud runs are races where people run through mud. People have been running in mud runs for about thirty years in the United States. Races are held all over the country. Some mud runs are for people who are good at sports. Some are just for fun. All mud runs are the same in one way. People get very muddy! They Don't Make It Easy. Running through mud isn't easy. The mud sticks to your shoes and slows you down. It's hard to move forward. The people who plan mud runs know this. They use mud to make parts of the course hard. Racers need to be strong to climb over nets and walls. They need to be careful to get past parts like the balance beam. They need to get down into the mud to crawl under walls or through tunnels. They need to be brave to slide down big hills or even jump over fire! Monsters in the Mud. Some mud runs have an extra twist, such as monsters. In a zombie mud run, racers run away from people dressed as zombies. Racers can run from zombies or choose to become zombies and chase others. Which would you rather be? Run in a Costume. At many races, runners often dress up in costumes just for fun. Costumes get covered in mud, and many also get torn during the race. It's all part of the fun. Race as a Team. People run as teams in some mud runs. They push and pull each other over walls covered in mud. Mud runs are hard, and working as a team can help everyone have a good time. Running for Fun. You don't have to be great at sports to race in a mud run. Many people run just for fun. Just for Kids. Some mud runs are made for children as young as three. The children's races are shorter, but they have tricky parts, mud, and lots of adventure. You might climb a kid-sized wall. You might wiggle through a kid-sized tunnel. If you choose to run, you're in for a good time! Children sometimes have so much fun that they run the races two or three times. In a mud run, even regular people can feel like superheroes!

The following days are a jumble of gunfire, digging, gobbled food, soldiers running in and out of the forest in small groups, distant explosions, stray shells, bandaged heads and unexpected lulls. On the very first day, before dawn, I am ordered into one of the newly dug trenches. I huddle there, squeezing my magic buttons and singing songs to the dog. When the fighting stops, the dog disappears, but a new companion takes his place. A strange little soldier crawls along the trench toward me. ‘Private Sasha!’ he cries. ‘I’ve been looking for you all day long!’ He’s old, like a grandfather, a dedushka. He has a black patch over one eye, a tape measure around his neck and a row of pins threaded into his sleeve. Hanging from his belt is the most enormous pair of scissors I have ever seen and I wonder if he uses them as a weapon. He doesn’t tell me his name, so in my head he becomes Dedushka. Dedushka squats, cups his hand to his ear, peers over the top of the trench and smiles. ‘It’s safe to be upright . . . for now.’ He helps me to my feet, dusts me off and commands me to stand as tall and straight as I can. Then he measures me. Everything from head to toe – even my toes! He writes numbers in a little notebook, strings his tape measure back around his neck, salutes and hurries away. It’s all very strange, and I wonder if Dedushka has been bumped on the head during the battle and is now a little bit muddled. I should have given him a hug before he left. I chase after him but stop when I’m hit by a shovelful of flying dirt. Sleepy Bear is digging a cave! ‘Are you going to hibernate?’ I ask. Sleepy Bear chuckles. ‘No, although that would be wonderful! I could do with a lo-o-o-ong sleep.’ He sighs and closes his eyes. He doesn’t open them again and I realise that he has gone to sleep. Standing up! I shake his arm, and he opens his eyes and keeps talking. ‘No, I’m not hibernating. I’m digging a little nook where I can sleep and eat. I’ll hang up my raincape as a door that can open and close so it feels just like a real home . . . except for the lice . . . and the bad smells . . . and the bombs that make the walls shake and crumble.’ He points further along the trench to where other soldiers are digging. ‘We’re all making little houses in the ground.’ ‘Like rabbits and moles,’ I say. Sleepy Bear chuckles. ‘Yes! And soldiers who need to hide from German bullets and bombs.’ He stops digging to roll a cigarette. ‘Should I be making a house?’ I ask. ‘I want to hide from German bullets and bombs, too.’ Sleepy Bear flops to the ground, lights his cigarette, closes his eyes and takes a deep puff. I wait for him to answer, but, instead, he begins to snore! I poke him in the side. He snorts and he murmurs, ‘I think someone has already built you a house, Sasha. Keep going along this beautiful village street and you are sure to find it.’ He falls asleep once more. I kiss his dusty cheek and whisper, ‘Thank you, Sleepy Bear.’ A little way along, I see Cook in a cloud of smoke. He has lit a fire, right here in the middle of the trench, and is stirring a cauldron full of kasha. He squats as he stirs. ‘What are you doing?’ I ask. ‘Cooking supper, of course!’ he cries. ‘But why are you doing it here?’ Cook points his spoon at the ground above the trenches. ‘Because if I do it up there, my pot will be filled with holes from German bullets and all of the kasha will leak out onto the ground. It’s bad enough that our supplies can’t get through German lines and there’s nothing to cook but buckwheat for kasha. But if we lost the kasha, too . . .’ ‘Hungry soldiers,’ I say. Cook nods. ‘And grumpy!’ ‘Like Boris!’ I gasp. ‘Even worse,’ warns Cook. I picture the kasha pot full of bullet holes. And then I realise that if the kasha pot were full of holes, then Cook would be, too. I wrap my arms around Cook’s neck and say, ‘I think this is a very good place for cooking our supper.’ I kiss his smoky cheek and run along. At the end of the trench, I find the biggest hole of all. It’s wide and deep and as busy as a beehive in a blossom tree. Above, a group of soldiers is rolling logs into place for a roof, while below, typewriters rattle and pencils scratch and papers flutter and voices crackle out of five different radios. Their words tangle together to tell a strange wartime fairy tale about German guns and a loving father called Stalin and a Red Army regiment that is lost in the deep, dark forest and a wicked beast called Hitler and a delivery of vegetables that was hit by a bomb and blown into a million tiny pieces too small even to make soup. In the middle of it all, wrestling with a rumpled map, his rifle still slung over his shoulder, is Major Scruff. ‘Major Scruff!’ I run and jump into his arms. ‘Is this our new home?’ ‘Yes, Sasha. I suppose it is.’ ‘Is it safe from German bullets and bombs?’ I ask. He stares at me. ‘Were you scared in the trenches today, Sasha?’ ‘No,’ I reply. ‘I had magic buttons and a dog and some songs to sing. Were you scared in the forest, Major Scruff?’ ‘Yes,’ he says. ‘Poor Major Scruff!’ I press my hand against his cheek. The dark, rough stubble is grubby with grit and his eyelids are taking a long time to open after every blink. ‘You need a shave and a nap!’ I scold. He chuckles. ‘I am too tired to shave and too busy to nap.’ I scrunch my nose while I consider his problem. ‘I know!’ I cry. ‘You nap and I will shave your whiskers. That will be two jobs tumbled into one!’ And so that’s what we do. Major Scruff slumps into a chair and snoozes while I lather his face with soapy water and shave his whiskers. The soap suds travel from his face, up into his hair and down the front of his uniform, and I have to shave his jaw and chin three times because I keep missing bits, but I finally get it all done. I am just wiping his cheeks dry when the dog appears. He licks my hand, then stretches up and licks soap suds from Major Scruff’s ear. Major Scruff wakes with a start. He feels his newly shaved face and cries, ‘Wonderful, Sasha! I feel smooth, clean, rested and ready for action.’ He ruffles my hair. ‘We must do this again tomorrow. Although next time, you might wake me with a gentle shake of the shoulder instead of licking my ear.’

Rainbows Introduction. When the Sun comes out after it rains, run outside. You may see a rainbow in the sky. Rainbows are tricks made by light. We can see them, but we can't touch them or walk around them. They seem to move away when we try to get close to them. Science can explain how rainbows happen. Where and When Rainbows Appear. Look around the next time you see a rainbow. The Sun will be shining from behind you. There will be rain in front of you, where you'll see the rainbow. Rainbows need water drops and sunlight to form. They can even form under a bright moon. These are called moonbows. We usually see a rainbow as a half circle. It actually forms a full circle. From the ground, we can only see the top half. How Rainbows Form. Years ago, a French scientist studied rainbows. He found that to see a rainbow, you must be in the right spot. Knowing how light moves helps explain rainbows. Think of running on land. Now think of trying to run through water. You will move more slowly through water because it is thicker than air. This pencil seems to bend where it enters the water. In the same way, light moves faster through air than through water. As the light moves through water, it slows down and bend. Rainbows form when water drops meet sunlight. The light bends when it goes into each drop. Then it reflects, or bounces, off the back of each drop. The light bends again as it leaves the drop. This happens in millions of water drops at once, making the colors of a rainbow. The Colors of the Rainbow. Sunlight is made up of many colors. Water drops split the sunlight into different colors. Splitting light makes a rainbow. You have to be in the right spot to see a rainbow. Each water drop reflects colored light at a slightly different angle. The colors of the rainbow always appear in the same order. The name ROY G. BIV can help you remember the seven main colors. They are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. Conclusion. Rain stops and the Sun comes out. A beautiful rainbow sweeps across the sky. Most people find it hard not to stop and stare when a rainbow appears. Science explains how rainbows form. Still, a rainbow is always a magical sight to see.

Phrasal Verb Quiz Instructions: Choose the best meaning for the bold phrasal verb in each sentence. She looked up a word in the dictionary. A) To stare at something B) To find information in a book or online C) To write a new word She looked up at the sky. A) To raise your eyes to see something above B) To search for a specific star C) To feel happy He always tries to get out of doing his chores. A) To leave the house B) To finish work quickly C) To avoid doing something you don't want to do Why didn’t you call me back last night? A) To shout at someone B) To return a phone call C) To remember a name She was bored at the party, so she took off. A) To start dancing B) To leave suddenly C) To remove her coat I can’t figure out the answer to this question. A) To understand or solve something B) To draw a picture C) To forget a fact I am free on Sunday. Do you want to come over? A) To go to a store B) To visit someone’s house C) To call someone on the phone He had to make up a story about a dragon and a princess. A) To read a book aloud B) To invent or create a story C) To fix a mistake After three years in college, she suddenly dropped out. A) To graduate with honors B) To stop attending school before finishing C) To fall down the stairs My manager handed out the reports during the meeting. A) To give something to many people in a group B) To throw something away C) To write a report by hand I had to fill out a form. A) To complete a document by writing information B) To make something bigger C) To throw a paper in the trash I ran into some old friends yesterday. A) To race against someone B) To meet someone by chance (unexpectedly) C) To call someone on purpose We will pick up our parents from the airport tonight. A) To lift something heavy B) To collect someone in a car C) To say goodbye When are you going to give up smoking? A) To start a new habit B) To stop doing something C) To buy something expensive My teacher crossed out my mistakes with a red pen. A) To draw a line through something B) To highlight something important C) To give a good grade I should go over my notes before my presentation. A) To lose your papers B) To review or check something carefully C) To write new notes

Name: Marco Ramirez - “I Am Not Batman” TW: language It’s the middle of the night. And the sky is glowing like mad radioactive red. And if you squint, you could maybe see the moon through a thick layer of cigarette smoke and airplane exhaust that covers the entire city like mosquito net that won’t let the angels in. And if you look up high enough you could see me-standing on the edge of a eighty seven story building. And up there-a place for gargoyles and broken clock towers that have stayed still and dead for maybe like a hundred years-up there is me. And I’m freakin Batman. And I gots Bat-mobiles and Bat-a-rangs and freakin Bat-caves like for real, and all it takes is a broom closet or a back room or a fire escape and Danny’s hand-me-down jeans are gone. And my navy blue polo shirt? – The one that looks kinda good on me but has a hole on it near the butt from when it got snagged on the chain linked fence behind Arturo’s but it isn’t even a big deal cause I tuck that part in and its like all good? –that blue polo shirt? – It’s gone too. And I get like, like transformational. And nobody pulls out a belt and whips Batman for talking back –-Or for not talking back –And nobody calls Batman simple –- Or stupid –- Or skinny –- And nobody fires Batman’s brother from the Eastern Taxi Company ‘cause they was making cutbacks, neither, ‘cause they got nothing but respect, and not like afraid-respect. Just like respect-respect. ‘Cause nobody’s afraid of you. Cause Batman doesn’t mean nobody harm. Ever. Cause all Batman really wants to do is save people and maybe pay Abuela’s bills one day and die happy and maybe get like mad famous. For real.…And kill the Joker. Tonight, like most nights, I’m all alone. And I’m watching…And I’m waiting… Like a eagle. Or like a –no, yea, like a eagle. And my cape is flappin’ in the wind (‘cause it’s freakin’ long), and my pointy ears are on, and that mask that covers like half my face is on too, and I got like bulletproof stuff all in my chest so no one could hurt me and nobody – nobody – is gonna come between Batman, And Justice. From where I am I could hear everything. Somewhere in the city there’s a old lady picking Styrofoam leftovers up outta a trash can and she’s putting a piece of sesame chicken someone spit out into her own mouth. And somewhere there’s a doctor with a whack haircut in a black lab coat trying to find a cure for the diseases that are gonna make us all extinct for real one day. And somewhere there’s a man, a man in a janitor’s uniform, stumbling home drunk and dizzy after spending half his paycheck on forty-ounce bottles of twist-off beer and the other half on a four hour visit to some lady’s house on a street where the lights have all been shot out by people who’d rather do what they do, in this city, in the dark. And half a block away from JanitorMan there’s a group of good-for-nothings who don’t know no better waiting to beat JanitorMan with rusted bicycle chains and imitation Lousiville Sluggers, and if they don’t find a cent on him – which they won’t – they’ll just pound at him till the muscles in their arms start burning, till there’s no more teeth to crack out. But they don’t count on me. They don’t count on no dark night (with a stomach full of grocery store brand macaroni-and-cheese and cut up Vienna sausages), Cause they’d rather believe I don’t exist, And from eighty-seven stories up I could hear one of the good-for-nothings say “Gimmethecash” real fast (like that) just “Gimmethefuckingcash” and I see JAnitorMan mumble something in drunk language and turn pale and from eighty-seven stories up I could hear his stomach trying to hurl its way out of his Dickies. So I swoop down like and fast and I’m like darkness. I’m like SWOOSH –- And I throw a Bat-a-rang at the one naked lightbulb –- And they’re all like “whoa-motherfucker-who-just-turned-out-the-lights?” –“What’s that over there?” –-“What?” –- “Gimme whatchou got old man” –- “Did anybody hear that?!” –- “No, really” –- “There ain’t. No. Bat.” – But then –- One out of three good-for-nothings gets it to the head! And number Two swings blindly into the dark cape before him but before his fist hits anything I grab a trash can lid and –-- Right into the gut, and number One comes back with a jump-kick but I know judo-karate too so I’m like –-- Twice –-- but before I can do any more damage suddenly we all hear a CLIC – CLIC –And suddenly everything gets quiet And the one good-for-nothing left standing grips a handgun and aims straight up, like he’s holding Jesus hostage, like he’s threatening maybe to blow a hole in the moon. And the good-for-nothing who got it to the head who tried to jump-kick me and the other good-for-nothing who got it in the gut is both scrambling back away from the dark figure before him. And the drunk man the JanitorMan is huddled in a corner, praying to Saint Anthony ‘cause that’s the only one he could remember. And there’s me, Eyes glowing white, cape blowing softly in the wind. Bulletporoof chest heaving. My heart beating right through it in a Morse code for “fuck with me, just once, come on, just try.” And the one good-for-nothing left standing, the one with the handgun, he laughs he lowers his arm, and he points it at me and gives the moon a break, and he aims it right between my pointy ears, like goalposts and he’s special teams. And JanitorMan is still calling Saint Anthony but he ain’t pickin’ up, And for a second it seems like…maybe I’m gonna lose. Naw. SHOO – SHOO! FUACATA! --“Don’t kill me man!” –“SNAP! – Wrist CRACK – Neck – SLASH! – Skin – meets – acid – “AHH!!” –And he’s on the floor. And I’m standing over him. And I got the gun in MY hands now. And I hate guns, I hate holding ‘em cause I’m Batman, and –Batman don’t like guns ‘cause his parents got iced by guns a long time ago – but for just a second, my eyes glow white, and I hold this thing, for I could speak to the good-for-nothing in a language he maybe understands…CLIC – CLIC…And the good-for-nothings become good-for-disappearing into whatever toxic-waste-chemical-sludge-shit-hole they crawled out of. And it’s just me and JanitorMan. And I pick him up. And I wipe sweat and cheap perfume off his forehead. And he begs me not to hurt him and I grab him tight by his JanitorMan shirt collar and I pull him to my face, and he’s taller than me, but the cape helps so he listens when I look him straight in the eyes and I say two words to him: “Go home.” And he does, checking behind his shoulder every ten feet. And I SWOOSH from building to building on his way there, ‘cause I know where he lives. And I watch his hands where he lives. And I watch his hands tremble as he pulls out his keychain and opens the door to his building. And I’m back in bed before he even walks in through the front door. And I hear him turn on the faucet and pour himself a glass of warm tap water And he puts the glass back in the sink. And I hear his footsteps, And they get slower as they get to my room. And he creaks my door open like mad slow. And he takes a step in, which he never does. And he’s staring off into nowhere, his face the color of sidewalks in summer, and I act like I’m just waking up, and I say, “What’s up, Pop?” And JanitorMan says nothing to me. But I see, in the dark, I see his arms go limp and his head turns back, like towards me, and he lifts it for I could see his face, For I could see his eyes, And his cheeks is dripping but not with sweat. And he just stands there, breathing, like he remembers my eyes glowing white. Like he remembers my bulletproof chest. Like he remembers he’s my pop. And for a long time I don’t say nothing. And he turns around, hand on the doorknob, and he ain’t looking up my way but I hear him mumble two words to me. “I’m sorry.” And I lean over and open my window just a crack.… If you look up high enough you could see me. And from where I am? I could hear everything.

Write personal questions for a1-a2 kids after they read: Incredible Places to Stay Introduction. Do you want to see some of the world's most amazing hotels? Let's go! Sliding with Sharks. The first stop on your tour is Las Vegas, Nevada. At the Golden Nugget, you can ride a waterslide. It takes you through a shark tank. A Cool Place to Stay. The next stop is the Hôtel de Glace (O-tel DEH GLAHS) in Canada. Many parts of the hotel are made of ice. The ice melts away in the spring. Each winter, it takes a lot of work to build the hotel again. Breakfast with Giraffes. From Canada, you'll travel to Kenya. Giraffes live in the forests around a hotel called Giraffe Manor. Every morning, the giraffes come to the hotel to eat. If you stay there, you can feed them! In the Trees. The next stop on your tour is Sweden. The Treehotel is made up of many tree houses. The Mirrorcube has glass all around it. This tree house blends in with the woods. One tree house looks like a big bird's nest. The UFO tree house looks as if it is from outer space. A Room Without a View. When you are in Sweden, stop at the Sala Silvermine Hotel. When you get there, you can stay in the deepest hotel room in the world! It is a long way down to your room. Dress in warm clothes because it is very cold in the mine. Sleeping with Fish. Your last stop is Jules' Undersea Lodge in Florida. You have to swim down to reach your room! When you are ready to eat, you can even have pizza. Someone from the hotel will swim it down to you. Conclusion. It is time to go back home now. Each incredible hotel is more than just a place to stay for the night. At each one, you will have a lot of fun!

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