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Title: Target Heart Rate

Background Information:

Question: How does the type of exercise affect target heart rate?

Hypothesis: I think doing the stair-step exercise would bring me closer to my target heart rate, because it involves more movement than just hula hooping. When you hula hoop, you only really move your hips and occasionally your arms and feet. When you stair step, it really put a strain on your legs to keep lifting yourself up and down.

Prediction: Doing the stair-step will get me closer to my target heart rate.

Procedure:

I. Take resting pulse

II. Do chosen exercise(s) for one minute

III. Take pulse afterwards

IV. Write down and repeat

Observations:

-Resting Pulse: 80

Activity	Trial I: Pulse	Trail II: Pulse	Trial III: Pulse	Average
Stair- step	120	128	132	126.6
Hula-hoop	136	120	124	126.6

Data Analysis:

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Grandmother was quite the character, a wonderful mess of interesting traits, if you will. She sold beaded key chains for a living, traveled to over one hundred reservations, and, you must admit, her wardrobe surely was something. Wearing a dress from “72, her late-husbands’ rodeo belt, basketball sneakers, and to top it all off, the must have bandana that changes color for every event. But what really made her truly interesting was that she was the most loving, forgiving, and tolerant person in her grandson, Juniors’, eyes. She was so tolerant, that she would speak to people who weren’t there just because she didn’t think she should be so quick to judge that there isn’t anyone invisible standing next to them. She just accepted everyone, even if they were a tad bit off. She loved everyone, and everyone ended up loving her in return. She had never even drunk a drop of alcohol in her life, which seemed to be rare for an Indian. When Junior asked why she chose not to drink, this was her answer, “Why would I want to be in the world if I couldn’t touch the world with all my senses?” (Alexi, 158)  She was old, her senses already dulling, but still there, at least. The world hadn’t worn her down yet, and it would probably never succeed in doing so, either. She wasn’t tired of the world; she didn’t want to escape anytime soon.

Alexi, Sherman. The Absolute True Diary of a Part-Time Inidan. New York: Hatchet Book Group, 2009. Print.

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 Mrs. Smiths' face was turning an angry red. There would be no mercy this time.

"Pardon me, mon cher, but I think that I can say on the behalf of my classmates, that you're making positively no sense." The Cajun boy, Arthur, sat in the front row, right in front of Jewel. His words caused amused titters to escape the lips of the younger students vacating the room. Jewel kept her eye on the back of his head, as if she could tell him to shut up with just the sure force of her gaze.

"Mister Beliveau," the teacher spat, her hands clenched at her sides. "I don't know, or care, where you're from, but we use English at this school. And students raise their hand if they feel the need to comment on the lesson." She slapped the ruler loudly on his desk, making the whole room jump. "Am I clear?"

"Sorry, je ne parle l'anglais." Arthur spread his hands in a sad gesture, his eyes big and taunting. Stupid boy... she thought as Mrs. Smith swung her stick at him with such vigor that it sent him flying out of his seat. He lay there moaning, covering his wounded face as she brought the stick down on him again so hard on his back that Jewel was afraid that she'd broken something.

"Get up, boy!" Mrs. Smith screeched. Arthur strained pushed himself up, hand still covering his bloodied face. Ever so slowly he climbed into his seat, to the irritation of their teacher. She could have sworn there was a smile on his lips, but it was gone so quick that she thought she had imagined it. Mrs. Smith soon moved on with class, no one was laughing anymore.


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School was finally out, and she noticed he still had his face concealed from view, but he seemed to be walking normally.

They both appeared to be the same age, at seventeen, but that was the only similarity they shared. He towered over everyone in their class, making his skinny limbs look gawky. She stood at no taller than five feet with short pale arms, and cute little hands and feet. His face, when its not stained and bruised, was covered with freckles and a mouth made for smiling. Her face was soft and round, traces of baby fat still present, but thankfully not a blemish on her smooth skin. He had messy bud colored hair, hers the color of wheat; him with copper brown eyes, she with emerald green.

Jewel ran up to him as he walked down the gravel road, hiking up her skirts as she moved. He pulled his hat further over his eyes at her approach.

"Yes?" he had a strange accent, she noted, like a little bit of everything. He probably traveled a lot before coming here. She thought as she walked with him, holding her books close to her chest.

"I was just wonderin'... Are you alright?" She asked tentatively, craning her neck to meet his eyes. He gave an amused snort at her question.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine, really. Just a little blood is all," he flashed her a smile. "Not the worst beating I've gotten from a teacher, but boy does she have an arm."

Jewel didnt laugh, just kept staring at the hand still covering his cheek. "Are you sure? It looked pretty bad." she reached up to touch him. "Just let me-"

"No." he said sharply, flinching away from her.

***I'm still adding on to it, needs a lot of editing, I know***

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It was sixteen long years later.

Frames filled with images of a young couple, holding two little girls in their arms, covered the walls. The girls slowly grew older throughout the pictures; from babies, to toddlers, to gawky kids, until beings todays' teenagers. The blond child looking shyly from her frame. While her raven-haired sister the complete opposite as she appeared vibrant and lively. And another figure was constant in these pictures, a too-skinny kid always grinning mischievously into the camera.

Marissa sat now on their worn out couch. She had her long golden hair pulled into two messy braids, reading intently from the book on her lap. Her crystal blue eyes flicking from word to word with complete focus. She was pale from not getting too much sun, and why should she when there were so many books to attend to? Especially since her grandfather gave her her own library. That's how she got hooked in the first place, when he let her have one of the locked rooms upstairs.

Justin was sitting in one of the plush chairs, watching the TV with little interest. The young father was no longer so young anymore, reaching his mid-thirties now. His short black hair was now streaked with gray here and there, a goatee on his chin. He and his wife had been married for over fifteen years now, always in that honeymoon phase, causing their daughters gag teasingly.

Arthur sat on the porch, smoking and looking wistfully at the stars. She had loved the stars. He hadn't aged a day, of course. The only thing different about him really was that he smoked, for over sixteen years now. Ever since his last girlfriend had gone. Passed. Died. Leaving him only with shock and grim memories. <i>Oh little Robin,</i> he thought sadly. 

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In/external Conflict Paragraph: Absolutes Diary of a Part-time Indian by Sherman Alexi

Junior is having major conflict with fitting in at his new school. Kids single him out because he has poorer clothes than they do, plus being from the rez doesn’t help. “Yes, we all know there’s such amazing science on the reservation,” (Alexi, p. 85) His science teacher, Mr. Douglas, taunts as Junior speaks out in class. The students treat him like yesterdays’ trash, and they assume he’s stupid since he came from such a place, it doesn’t matter that he probably has a higher IQ than most the people there. People call him terrible stereotypical names. He really doesn’t feel like he doesn’t belong- trapped, in fact. He knows that his parents wouldn’t blame him if he decided to return to his old school. But everyone else would think him a coward, a traitor for leaving. So Junior is really up against a wall here since he can’t go back, but it’s going to be difficult to stay if this doesn’t stop soon.

30

Day 01 - Best book you read last year
Day 02 - A book that you’ve read more than 3 times
Day 03 - Your favorite series
Day 04 - Favorite book of your favorite series
Day 05 - A book that makes you happy
Day 06 - A book that makes you sad
Day 07 - Most underrated book
Day 08 - Most overrated book
Day 09 - A book you thought you wouldn’t like but ended up loving
Day 10 - Favorite classic book
Day 11 - A book you hated
Day 12 - A book you used to love but don’t anymore
Day 13 - Your favorite writer
Day 14 - Favorite book of your favorite writer
Day 15 - Favorite male character
Day 16 - Favorite female character
Day 17 - Favorite quote from your favorite book
Day 18 - A book that disappointed you
Day 19 - Favorite book turned into a movie
Day 20 - Favorite romance book
Day 21 - Favorite book from your childhood
Day 22 - Favorite book you own
Day 23 - A book you wanted to read for a long time but still haven’t
Day 24 - A book that you wish more people would’ve read
Day 25 - A character who you can relate to the most
Day 26 - A book that changed your opinion about something
Day 27 - The most surprising plot twist or ending
Day 28 - Favorite title
Day 29 - A book everyone hated but you liked
Day 30 - Your favorite book of all time


Day 1: Favorite book
Day 2: Least favorite book
Day 3: Book that makes you laugh out loud
Day 4: Book that makes you cry
Day 5: Book you wish you could live in
Day 6: Favorite young adult book
Day 7: Book that you can quote/recite
Day 8: Book that scares you
Day 9: Book that makes you sick
Day 10: Book that changed your life
Day 11: Book from your favorite author
Day 12: Book that is most like your life
Day 13: Book whose main character is most like you
Day 14: Book whose main character you want to marry
Day 15: First “chapter book” you can remember reading as a child
Day 16: Longest book you’ve read
Day 17: Shortest book you’ve read
Day 18: Book you’re most embarrassed to say you like
Day 19: Book that turned you on
Day 20: Book you’ve read the most number of times
Day 21: Favorite picture book from childhood
Day 22: Book you plan to read next
Day 23: Book you tell people you’ve read, but haven’t (or haven’t actually finished)
Day 24: Book that contains your favorite scene
Day 25: Favorite book you read in school
Day 26: Favorite nonfiction book
Day 27: Favorite fiction book
Day 28: Last book you read
Day 29: Book you’re currently reading
Day 30: Favorite coffee table book

persuassive essay

Savannah S. Grey

            How would you feel if your culture and ancestors were insulted and dramatized by things like cartoons and sports mascots? Then they would have the nerve to ignore your protests and say helplessly that you should be proud that they’re honoring your heritage? Admit it, you’d feel pretty mad wouldn’t you? These ridiculous Native American names and images should be gone from United States sports teams.

            Most mascot names and costumes are both hostile and insulting to the Native American culture.  The NCAA is supporting this idea, but is having some trouble with some particularly stubborn colleges. The Native American community has been fighting for quite some time to prevent these hurtful images from happening, but everyone has been ignoring them since. The Native Americans are the ones who should be listened to, they’re the ones being affected. If they don’t approve of these sports teams doing what they do, then we should listen to them.

            Some sports teams and cartoons feed the racial stereotypes that make the Native Americans want to fight to stop this nonsense. Their mascots are portrayed as violent, loud, savages and claim that their team will do gruesome things to the other team. Some mascots or cartoons bring up big-nosed and red-skinned and long black, feathered hair into the mix. They even mention how all Native Americans live in teepees and hunt buffalo in their free time, which isn’t true of course.

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• Hola! Que quiere decir pencil?
• Quiere decir el bolígrafo!
Gracias!

• Que hora es?
• Hace menos cuarto dos!
• Gracias!

_____________________________________________________________

• Que tiempo hace?
Lueve!

• Hola!
• Hola!
• Como estas?
• Muy bien, y tu?
Buena, y regular!

• Buenas tardes.
• Como te llamas?
• Me llamo Paco, y tu?
• Me llamo Frank, mucho gusto.
Igualmente.

• Que tiempo hace?
• Hace sol y calor!
Ay, gracias!

• Cual es la fecha?
• Es el primero de Febrero!
Ay, gracias!

• ·        Buenos días, me amigo!
  ·        Igualmente
  ·        Ay! Me duele boca!
  ·        Ay no!
  ·        Que tiempo hace en Lincoln City en julio? Sol?
  ·        No, hace llueve y húmedo en julio.
  ·        En serio?

FAMILY ALBUM

Widows Peak

  There is technically no cold hard evidence that Widows Peak is actually a trait, most scientists say. Widows peak is when there’s a V shape at the hair line that dips down in the middle of the forehead, while others have a straight hair line.

The theory is that it’s a normal trait controlled by one gene and two alleles, which is dominant, but there is still no evidence leading to that.  

There are blood groups; A, B, O, AB, and they all can be either + or -. A has the A antigen, but has B antibody. B has the B antigen, but A antibody. AB, the rarest of groups, has both A and B antigens, but no A or B antibody on the plasma. O has neither A or B antigens, but has both A and B antibodies.

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Book Project #2 by Savannah Grey

            Clockwork Prince by Cassandra Clare dates back into the wonderful Victorian age in London where our heroin, Tessa Gray, believes she’s finally found a home with the Shadowhunters. But that threatens to be taken away from her as well when the head of the Institute, Charlotte, is given an ultimatum to find the elusive Mortmain within two weeks. It’s most difficult enough but Mortmain is already spinning his web of dead ends and alliances. Meanwhile, there’s a complicated love triangle in all the commotion that will make your emotions just explode.

            I would assume the Downworld is a theme. The whole story is tied with love and romance themes, the need for family and friendships, dealing with betrayal, don’t trust a demon… But the story is built around the Downworld. The Downworld has classes. At the top is the authority of the lot, Shadowhunters- half mundane and angel. They spend their time killing unruly demons and keeping other Downorlders in check. But they are such bigots and get caught up in themselves most the time. Then follows warlocks (human and demon blood), Fairies (demon and angel blood), werewolves(special human), and vampires (special human). This is all kept secret from mundanes (humans) by hiding and using glamours.

            There are so many wonderful characters between the covers. Both heroic and evil, but all very well developed. I’d say I’m most like the delightful ginger, Henry Branwell. He’s most likely the most awkward of the bunch, tends to be quite the space case. He spends most his days in the Institutes basement trying to invent new doo-dads for the younger Shadowhunters to use while on duty. His wife, Charlotte, always shy away from each other because they both think that their love for each other is a one way street. Their parents had introduced each other and they still think that one was forced to marry the other; all a big misunderstanding.

           

            I think that this would be considered ironic: the quirky Will finding out that demon pox exists. For years he joked about the existence of demon pox, a disease one gets when one acts ‘improper’ with a demon. One day they find out that their opponent, Benedict Lightwood, actually has the disease. Will sings and dances and tells all of them ‘I told you so!’.

WILLIAM HERONDALE-

Diary Entry: Before Confession

Today is the day I finally tell Tessa how I feel about her. I can only hope that she still feels the same way despite the horrible things I’ve spat at her on the roof that night… I wouldn’t blame her if she never forgave me. Yet now I see the world with a new light of hope and love. Five years wasted on thinking I was poison to those I loved, blown out of the water. I pledge to take care of Charlotte, Henry, Jem, even Church. Maybe I could even visit my family, you know after we figure out what Mortmain wants with then, and if they’re willing. But most of all now I can finally show my feelings for Tessa. My Tessa. Tessa. Tessa. Tessa. Isn’t it such a wonderful name? It was a wonderful scene to read. They then used it to blackmail Benedict into pulling the demand he put on court to search for Mortmain.

     Diary Entry: Afterwards

Engaged-She’s engaged. All this time, these feelings, were for not. I-I asked if she loved him, truly loved him… When she said yes I felt like my heart had been savagely ripped from my chest… She would be happy. He would be happy. I on the other hand, I wont let this happen again. It hurts too much.