The Origin of Zero

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I loved to see how many different ways people throughout the world wrote zero. I found it extremely interesting.

I do not believe anyone discovered zero. Maybe it had discovered us. I think it goes along with all other numbers, but acts as a transition point between integers.

I think the entire world knew of it, so zero didn't have to travel. Like I said, zero found us!

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.”

In Memory of Cinnamon

Dear Diary,

Today started like a normal Saturday. I woke up with my tight, kinky hair flying in every direction, my brown skin warm from the heat of the covers, and my sisters just waking up. Normal I would help August tend to the bees, but I had not been up to work this morning. Lily Smith (or whatever her real name is) had squashed my favorite cockroach, Cinnamon, last night. He had wandered over to the honey house and crawled into her bed. She saw him and let out the worst scream I could have possibly imagined. She came in hysterical, complaining to June about how the "Biggest damned bug crawled into her bed." I knew exactly what she had done. August had sent me to the homey house to finish my cry and say goodbye to Cinnamon.

After I had finished wallowing in my sadness I sheepishly walked towards the kitchen, humming "Oh! Suzanna!" in a dreary voice. It was when i saw Lily sitting at the table that my humming grew more frantic and faster. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and onto my chin. It's not her fault. I told myself. She didn't know he'd lived here for longer than she has. She was just scared of him. And he was scared of her. I left and went back to the honey house, and sure enough Cinnamon was still lying there, stiff as a stone.

I lifted Cinnamon;s cold body onto my dry palm, his insides spilled everywhere, but I didn't mind. I took a pink handkerchief out of my pajama pocket and carefully wrapped him in it. I dug him a little hole by his favorite rock and gave him a burial there. I knew it was a minor loss, but sometimes it's all the small hurt in life that make me cry so hard, 'cause it just adds up like drops of water in a river. Eventual you're so deep in your little worries and fears that you can drowned in them...

Diary, I love life so very much, just sometimes I wonder why the good lord gave us such terrible things such as death, and anger and sadness. If God loves us all, why does he put such hard tacks in front of us?

I'll write again tomorrow if all goes well, Diary.

The one and only,
~May Boatwright

Mysics- Order of Operations

(5 x 22) ÷ 10 + (27 - 7) =

5 = (3 = 27) ÷ 3 =

28 ÷ 7 – 3 - 2 = 3

My favorite Fictional Hero

Immortality is a gift and a curse, Being forced to live until the end of time, and having all the freedom in the world. Living in a magical place among Indians (Currently called Native Americans), mermaids, fairies, and pirates. Having adventure among side the beloved lost boys. With a pinch of fairy dust, and your happiest memory you have you can soar through the clear blue sky. My hero if from the original English play, and adopted by Walt Disney; Peter Pan.

Peter Pan is with no doubt my favorite fictional hero. His scene of fun and adventure causes him to be an unforgettably part of childhood. I couldn't imagine growing up without him. He is my favorite hero for just that. He turns childhood and innocence if to a forever lasting dream. To me Peter Pan represents every child who is reluctant to grow up. Peter if forever fighting the man who symbolizes getting old, the infamous Captain Hook. His carefree ways are inspiration to me he lives every day like it's his last among side The Lost Boys; Tootles (Skunk costume), Nibs (Bunny costume), Slightly (Fox costume), Cubby (Bear costume), and the twins; Marmaduke and Binky (Raccoon costumes).

The reason Peter Pan is so special to me is because he has a beautiful mind which is filled with risks, laughter, and fun. His love of life and the thrill of enterprise brightens up my mind. There is a saying that goes perfectly with his life; "Dream as if you'll live forever, Live as if you'll die tomorrow."

What is math/physics?

To me math is one of the building blocks of life, as well as physics. Where ever you go you can find math, Such as walking in the from door of a restaurant. What measures were made to assure the door was big enough? What equations did the construction workers use to Measure a door way? How about the ceiling? How any people will be able to fit in this restaurant while still having two feet between each one of them? Another thing to figure out the rate of a growing object and make a prediction, suck as; If a flower grows 12cm in 2007, 15cm in 2008, and 10cm in 2009 how tall is the flower? About how tall will it be in 2010? What about 2011? Everyone uses math, whether they are just learning to count to ten or working on an equation to use rocket fuel. Math ranges from baking a cake, building a chair, figuring out how many miles it would take to go from New York to Denver and back again, or staying within your budget while shopping, and all the way back again.

Physics is natural science, such as energy, matter, motion, and force. Physics and math are extremely close and almost intertwine with each other. There is a mathematical equation for solving for velocity, time, and acceleration. We are using physics just by walking or moving a pencil. We are using force to propel our self forward and put the pencil in a different place than it was before. physics is everywhere, from a car speeding at 80mph or a rock falling off a two foot desk. Everyone uses it, whether its an inanimate object or a living thing. If it can move physics is used.

Picture explanation: To cause the flames on the piano, energy is needed, therefor connecting to physics.

30 things you (problably) didn't know about me.

I love candy

I have sleep insomnia

This is my favorite number

three

I know all the lyrics to every Hawthorne Heights song EVER!!

I can put my foot in my mouth (literally)

I was born in Wisconsin

I have a very weak bladder

My favorite state is New York

I go to the beach a lot

I love dinosaurs!!!

Tristen

This is my first blog ever.

I love to go camping

My favorite scent of deodorant is cucumber melon

All of my close friends are a lot older than me.

I love to give people nick names.

I have 4 pets

I normally dislike school

I rock out on the harp

I've never broken a bone

I like roses

I'm Buddhist

I don't have a favorite color

I love to paint

Breakfast is my favorite meal

I'm a vegetarian

I have the worst memory ever (where am I again?)

I spend most my time reading

Kitty-kat

I hate MySpace

I want to learn sign language

When I grow up I want to be a mortician