Recap on how to calculate volume of a cone
How many formulas have you learned to calculate volume and area?
Can anybody invent a system to remember which formula goes with each shape?
Use this video to help you craft your thesis statement for the Titanic Exhibit museum trip.
http://youtu.be/5HePQWodWiQ
You need your thesis statement by Thursday.
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do not forget.
tommorow is the start of the 2012 spirit week.
monday-opposite day( can wear free dress if participating in opposite day) if not participating u have to come in uniform
hey guys in my book club what chapter do we read to again????
Please tell me what I should change or what I did good on my character description.
Stephens Character Description:
Screams of joy, pride, and happiness boomed the red crossed building. Cold tears streamed down my guardians face. White gloved people rushed around holding a solid bed, moments later I was blowing candles off a one candle paradise. Pride swished through my ears. Bashing onto the ground, blood whipped down my smooth peach legs. Suddenly this weird feeling stung my heart, it was the mean bug caused by the famous sister push. Suddenly all of my bridges burnt down, when I called it a destiny, but even sun sets in paradise. One year old hatred formed a merriment stain, causing my future destiny. Leaving the past behind I said goodbye to this day, and welcomed tomorrow.
maya and maddy- just to confirm we are reading 6 chapters tonight
for cones and pyramids AH/3
for cylinders, cubes, and prisms AH
for triangles AH/2
A: Area
H:Height
/: divided
Nick- end of chapter 36.
Whens our fantasy story due??
When is the social studies project due ?
You know the one were you get a place and you have to reserch and discover the history about it. Because I forgot my social studies things.
Oh and our fantasy is due this Friday Harrison you should now that by now.
Anisha when do we have to finish it by? Wednesday or tomorrow?
tomorrow....If it's too much we can make it end of chapter 34. then read the other two at recess tomorrow, incase George doesn't see this and reads to the end of chapter36
THX Cammiele
One more leaf hit the ground till there was no more to fall. Cold air swatted the warmth away. 10 degrees Celsius felt like -2 as fall was set to sleep. Another wave crashed into the bay turning the warm summer sand into frozen winter rocks. Even a burning hot fire inside a nice wooden house was calmed down by the wild raging wind. Trees weren’t dancing with the wind, they were blown by the wind.
My 1st paragraph. Is it good?
Thanks Anisha
Riya,
It is still far too wordy. You have used far too many adjectives. Babies when they are born do nt have these kind of thoughts. You are trying too hard to be descriptive. I would drop this scene completely. Free yourself from this idea... You will be surprised have liberating it can be when you start with a new approach.
To begin...just write in very simple words what you want to say....
Secondly, much of your work is focused on the same topic. Step out of your comfort zone and experiment with new ideas.
Not have... How
Singapore history...
Week of may 21st
ANISHA- I am doing the problems for scipeo right???
Yes... I am doing Prosper, Nakul is doing I think Bo and George is doing Victor. One index card each.
I can't think of a way to give the idea that my characters, Podo and Mekka (Mekka the willing hero, Podo the comic sidekick (why is it called a comic sidekick?)) Can someone giving me an idea?
Testing...
The willing hero and comic sidekick is a cliche! I think there should be 2 heroes one willing and one unwilling and the willing convinces the other one to join him etc.
ANISHA- you could make the comic sidekick alwase copy and follow the willing hero...(copy-cat)
Nakul- its not your project so its not really nice to say to a person that there Idea is bad and that they should do what you want to do...kk?
Yeah Carter! To the end of chapter 40...
Here is the first chapter of my story and please give me advice:)
On a scorching hot summer morning an unusual smell of sulfur blew right past Kurter’s nose but Kurter ignored it as he was watching his favorite show Terrance and Phillip with his dad who he admired greatly.
Suddenly out of the blue paratroopers parachuted down from the sky and disturbed this wonderful morning. The paratroopers were aproaching their house when Kurter heard a scream come from upstairs
“Greg go outside and see what those people want!”
ohhh it was Kurter’s mom lisa. Greg Kurter’s dad approached the paratroopers slowly
“Yesssss...what do you want”
but he didn’t get a response he only got shot and killed. The paratroopers started shooting at the brown wooden house.
Kurter ran upstairs and shouted
“Nooooooo, mom dad got shot and there are paratroopers attacking our house!”
“What, lets get out of here, hop in the car and we will drive out to the mountain let’s gooo!”
Kurter and his mom scrambled for the car frantically with gunshots blaring in their ears when they reached the black Hummer they drove off as fast as they could and headed for the convenience store first then they would head for the mountains where they would
spend their time putting together a rebellion and camp, well that’s until the war’s over and below the mountain is where the mighty god Scrap lives.
Nakul thats GOOD!!!
I'm not saying it's bad I'm just saying that that's a cliche. You can do that but a lot of authors do that too! I thought that that might be better if you did 2 heroes because that's what I'm doing. One scared, One brave
Thanks Harrisen!
Harrisen, you need to capitalize the ""l" in Lisa and why were there paratroopers invading their house?
It's a good idea Harrisen but you're commas need some improvement.
Thanks!!!
Jacqueline- I described what happened in my opening paragraph.
Sink or Sail
By Nakul Sharma
One more leaf hit the ground till there was no more to fall. Cold air swatted the warmth away. 10 degrees Celsius felt like -2 as fall was set to sleep. Another wave crashed into the bay turning the warm summer sand into frozen winter rocks. Even a burning hot fire inside a nice wooden house was calmed down by the wild raging wind. Trees weren’t dancing with the wind, they were blown by the wind.
Matt, a 12 year old small for his age, wondered as he always did. Was Resurrection Bay that bad after all? Summers were good but couldn’t cancel out the freezing winters and even the falls. “Summer is too short,” he muttered. Matt crawled out of his comfy bed and stumbled towards the dining table.
Jake, few years older than Matt, was unlike him in many ways. Jake felt that Matt should stay in the present and in this world. Jake was freezing too, but no sign of it was shown on his body language. He wasn’t sleepy and dragging himself. Walking towards the kitchen, he wondered for a while.
“What’s up with Nick?” Jake asked curiously.
“Don’t know. Think he’s still sleeping.” Matt replied with some doubt.
The day that Nick had always hated had come. Tiredness with a smidgen of sickness filled his skinny body. He rolled out of his bed, muttering something he couldn’t even understand. “10 years and living a terrible life” He murmured.
“C’mon sleepy-head, wake up!” Jake yelled from the living room as Nick stepped out of his relatively small room compared to his other brothers, hearing another one of those boring news reports his brother was watching.
This is my first chapter
Nakul thats an AMAZING start!!!!!!!!!!!!
I edited my paragraph a bit please comment:)
Chapter 1
On a scorching hot summer morning an unusual smell of sulfur blew right past Kurter’s nose but Kurter ignored it as he was watching his favorite show Terrance and Phillip with his dad who he admired greatly, and he didn’t have anyone around all the time he was an only child living an ok life with his parents but his life is about to change.
Suddenly out of the blue paratroopers parachuted down from the sky and disturbed this wonderful morning, World war 3 had started. The paratroopers were aproaching their house when Kurter heard a scream come from upstairs
“Greg go outside and see what those people want!”
ohhh it was Kurter’s mom Lisa. Greg Kurter’s dad approached the paratroopers outside slowly
“Yesssss...what do you want”
but he didn’t get a response he only got shot and killed. The paratroopers started shooting at the brown wooden house.
Kurter ran upstairs and shouted
“Nooooooo, mom dad got shot and there are paratroopers attacking our house!”
“What, lets get out of here, hop in the car and we will drive out to the mountain let’s gooo!”
Kurter and his mom scrambled for the car frantically with gunshots blaring in their ears when they reached the black Hummer they drove off as fast as they could and headed for the convenience store first then they would head for the mountains where they would
spend their time putting together a rebellion and camp, well that’s until the war’s over and below the mountain is where the mighty god Scrap lives.
Thanks Harrisen! Yours is good too! Dad getting shot is a bit too over the top though... But the ideas great
comic sidekick = unknowing hero = mentor to willing hero (that's why it is a hero)
The cameras watch every move, tracking the rare creature silently. With all their up-to-date machinery, the reporters reach no comparison against the stealth of its sunset paws. Even though at this time it couldn’t be prevented, nothing held onto Mekka’s heart more than to finally show the world the consequences of its actions. Lugging a heart broken from her ancestor’s mistakes, Mekka lay each paw gently on the ground, making her way across the only stretch of greenery still existing. Camouflaging into the tall grass with the help of orange and black stripes, Mekka bounded across the one patch of the grasslands still existing. As the tail flickered out of sight, the camera crew longed to venture out further and follow the rare sight of an animal. Overhead, the sun creeped into bed, leaving a trail of a brilliant blend consisting of deep reds, oranges, and yellows. As the grasslands abruptly halted to a stop, Mekka cast a final glance at her surroundings. Why was it left up to Mekka to tell off the world because of nature's extinct beauty? Why was it left up to Mekka to star in a fake nature show for spoilt brats? Why was it left up to Mekka to...
It stopped too quickly. The transformation lasted precisely 26 seconds, and the transformation could have lasted only half of the given time. Trembling, Mekka slowly raised a hand to examine. Shrieking at the orange and black stripes under the sleeves of her shirt, Mekka instantaneously realized the effects of an unknown cause. Breathing in quick, sharp breaths, a hand-paw carefully stroked a mass of startling blond hair. Toughening the look of weakness clearly visible, the shape-shifter leaped over the last patch of grass and carried on over the filthy cement road.
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“About time!” The couch keeps the imprint as Podo pounced at the door to unlock it. The sight in store waited with twiddling thumbs, hoping Podo possessed the sense not to freak out. “What did you do to yourself?!”
“I prefer not to answer that question, for I really need to wrap my own head around it first,” Mekka replied, smiling sheepishly. “I tried to shape-shift back by myself, and somehow, I wound up in this in-between state.”
“Unfortunately, your ‘mentor’ took a sudden decision and currently is befriending the waves, so until he returns, the normal Mekka seizes to exist.” Although he tried in vain in preventing it, a grin slipped out and plastered onto Podo. “Somebody just entangled themselves in a net of trouble!”
“Oh, wipe that nasty grin off your face! The mishap need not enter Hasar’s gigantic ears.”
“You call this a mishap? If I were-”
The trill of Podo’s land-line contaminated the air, the instant reaction from Mekka inevitable for such a pitch. An impatient vibe rushed Podo to the phone while creating an eerie chill among the children. “Hello?”
“I’d like to speak to Miss Mekka Usta, please.” The voice heard over the phone sent chills down Podo’s back from the soft, soothing tone used as if the mysterious caller was speaking to a toddler.
Stripes flashed under Podo’s nose. Glancing at his empty palm, fear overcomes him. Lunging for the telephone, a silent cry escapes as Mekka answered the anonymous caller.
“This is Mekka Usta. How may I help you? My services include babysitting, pet walking, house cleaning, etc. etc.”
“I was under the impression that I was helping you. Mekka, speaking to you right is the one, the only, Tiril!” A long silence followed in the next moments, each second holding a glass of awkwardness filled to the brim. “What? Have you never heard the mastermind Tiril? Honey, you have got to visit the world sometime,” drawled Tiril, speaking with a clear lisp.
“Sorry... what would you like?”
“Finally! Let’s get down to the point!”
“Which would be....” Mekka prompted.
“Oh, right. The point. The point is that I know you’re a shape-shifter who is stuck in the shape of a human-tiger.”
The words echo through Mekka’s mind after reality sinks in. Some stranger had been stalking her whereabouts, capturing every minute, creeping up on her privacy.
“Darling, I won’t hurt you.Trust me. Helping you is purely my heart’s desire. The technology awaiting in my lab is just dying to cure you of your unfortunate state.”
All evil thoughts of Tiril disintegrated into ashes. A bubble of hope enclosed Mekka. In every direction, the only image is the normal Mekka, eyes shining, hair fiery.
My work so far... yes, names are funnny.
some of it isn't updated
Thats pretty good- Anisha
Nakul- could I change it to they take the dad hostage??
Yeah that makes it have a good twist
I'm pretty sure there's some symbolism in those names Anisha.
no maddy to the end of chapter 41 because we started at the begining of chapter 35. 35+6=41
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