Math Sciencs Media Monday!

There are many unexplainable things in life. Here are a few I have chosen to Present. I showed these videos to my Mysics class and thought some other people might be interested in them. Click Here for A video on Siamese twins And click here for a video on reviving a dogs head afer it has been dead for one week.

The Locker Problem

IN this problem we figured out that 31 lockers stayed open and 969 ere closed. The lockers that remained open are 1, 4, 9, 16, 25, 36, 49, 64, 81, 100, and all the perfect squares on to 1000. The lockers that remained open had a rule to them that had to do with perfect squares. All the lockers that were open had an odd number of factors due to the fact that a perfect square had the same number twice (Ex: 36= 6x6). The perfect squares are the only numbers that have an odd number of factors due to this repeating digit. If a locker has it’s state changed an odd amount of times, it will be open after every student has touched it.. This depends on how many students touched it, but if locker touched an even number of times, it will end up closed.


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30 Pills or Less...

I stared at my face in the mirror, looking at the beams of liquid pouring from my eye sockets. I choked on my nixed emotions. All I could think of was all the things in my life I’ve done wrong and come to regret. I pulled the mirror open, revealing three rows of pills and medication. I began to skim the back of them, reading the ingredients, not quite knowing what I was looking for. I finally selected a large container with the word Ibuprofen written in bold font with two salmon colored tablets on the front. I was confused and hurting, all of my thoughts were irrational, seeming to be controlled by my demons and shame. “Give or take six months, your family and so called “friends” will get over it.” They hissed in my head, their words poured poisons, sounding like terms that trickled from my moist lips. The voices pulled harder and harder at my heavy heart, causing me to spiral downward into a deeper depression.

Dressed my best with my purple eyeliner streaming down my face; I twisted the lid of the container, allowing a hand full of capsules to fall into my trembling palm. I filled the transparent glass in my mother’s bathroom with tap water, not minding its bitter taste on my tongue. I didn’t know if this would work, I didn’t know if I’d end up coming face to face with God or Buddha or whoever’s up there, but I put the first tablet in my mouth, then drowning it with the semi-tasteless fluid in the glass. I felt it roll down my throat, scraping the lining of my esophagus, knowing it would take more than the time I had to hit the bellows of my belly. I took the rest of the pills that rested in my palm one by one, counting them like a skeptic counting the hours in disbelief.

Within minutes my hand was empty. I felt fearfulness, but relief. It was an odd sensation, like the butterflies in my stomach just gave up on flying and lay dead in the bottom of my belly. I thought about all the beauty of the world and how badly it treated me. I thought about my family; my mother and father would cry as my corpse was lowered into the earth and my sister would look away, fearing death will shed and overcast her sky next. I thought of my only friend, Amelia. How I would miss her smile and laughter. Than I remembered why I was doing this, why I was ending my pathetic existence. Those who scowl in my presence, fling fists and rocks at me, and label me as “faggot” and “ugly dyke.” The sadness and masochism of my life became overwhelming. I was torn; live and be tortured, or die and torture those who I loved.

I scribbled a few last words on a piece of parchment, not knowing if I was to live or give up. I tucked it inside my bra, not knowing who would read it, the doctor who saw multiple like me; unsuccessful at ending their life, forever mangled and deformed the mortician, or a member of my family. All that was left was to wait. Wait for the end, or a horrible new beginning.

A Delicate Blessing

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A small noise was barely audible in the next room. It sounded almost like a squeak- no a kitten's meow, the noise was linked to life in some way; a tiny, helpless life. I followed the petite sound into the next room, just before I gently influenced the door open with my palm a series of giggles and whines found my eardrums, melting my heart into a puddle; overwhelming all my senses and filling me with warm, motherly emotions. I heard a slight shuffle as I opened the door, and peered onward into the room, soon seeing a mother cradling her day old child as it softly groaned, singing the song of new life to the world outside the womb. The newborn did not seem to cry, just seemed to try and communicate what he felt to the world as peacefully as he can. I knew nothing of what he was trying to communicate; I could only guess. Was he trying to reveal a secret of life in his mother’s womb, or perhaps he longed for a small suckle of milk from his mother’s soft breast. Just hearing the child made me long to hold his fragile body, and protect him with all my might.

The precious baby smacked its pink lips together making what sounded like a miniature, wet pop. He reopened his mouth and began gurgling his gentle cry. The average person would grow tired of a noise such as this, but to me its beauty was as great as the first blooming flower of spring; delicate and small as it opened its eyes to the gorgeous world. Unwrapping its brittle shell it called to the world “Hello. Hello, big new place. I am new to you, but know you welcome me with open arms. I will be another one of your beautiful creations, your blessings of life. I am grateful to breathe your air, and I am grateful to be held in warm arms. Thank you, strange new place. Thank you for having me.”

All these words poured out in a series of noises that weren’t understandable, but so beautiful and intricate. As he let out a few last mumbles, I whispered “Welcome to the world. We are so glad to see you. Welcome to the warmth and beauty of life.”