Here’s the podcast a friend and I did together. We actually enjoyed doing this podcast together and we’re planning on doing some more. We talked a lot about our opinions rather than other peoples opinions on the book and I think it turned out better than it would’ve if we talked about other people’s opinions. Anyway, Here ya go:
For this week we learned further about how to manipulate parabolas and their different forms. We learned about Standard form, General form, and Factored form. We learned about how the different numbers affect the parabola and we learned about how to convert between the forms. Once again, I plan on doing all the work on actual paper and taking a picture of it and putting it in here. I won’t be using $latex or anything like that.
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This week we learned about the different ways to affect 
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This time we learned about how to graph linear equations, this wasn’t that hard to get the hang of, and was pretty fun to do in the right way. I enjoyed doing the “Green Globs” activity, and found it to be pretty easy. Now, graphing linear equations works like this, you’ll get something like: y=-5x+10 and you’ll have to graph that. I decided to use paper instead of $latex, sorry if this is hard to read.
Now just in case you couldn’t read some of it, here’s what the top bit says:
y=-5x+10
-5= The Slope
The slope shows the way the line goes (Bottom left to top right if positive and top left to bottom right if negative) and it shows the angle of the line, like how slanted it is.
+10 = Y intercept
The Y-intercept shows you where the line interjects with the Y axis. This is more or less the start point for graphing Linear Equations.
The Platform:
“Here the beach was interrupted abruptly by the square motif of the landscape; a great platform of pink granite thrust up uncompromisingly through forest and terrace and sand and lagoon to make a raised jetty four feet high. The top of this was covered with a thin layer of soil and coarse grass and shaded with young palm trees. There was not enough soil for them to grow to any height and when they reached perhaps twenty feet they fell and dried, forming a criss-cross pattern of trunks, very convenient to sit on. The palms that still stood made a green roof, covered on the underside with a quivering tangle of reflections from the lagoon” (Golding 13).
The Shore:
“The shore was fledged with palm trees. These stood or leaned or reclined against the light and their green feathers were a hundred feet up in the air. The ground beneath them was a bank covered with coarse grass, torn everywhere by the upheavals of fallen trees, scattered with decaying coconuts and palm saplings. Behind this was the darkness of the forest proper and the open space of the scar. Ralph stood, one hand against a grey trunk, and screwed up his eyes against the shimmering water. Out there, perhaps a mile away, the white surf flinked on a coral reef, and beyond that the open sea was dark blue. Within the irregular arc of coral the lagoon was still as a mountain lake—blue of all shades and shadowy green and purple. The beach between the palm terrace and the water was a thin stick, endless apparently, for to Ralph’s left the perspectives of palm and beach and water drew to a point at infinity; and always, almost visible, was the heat” (Golding 4).
The Lagoon:
“Within the irregular arc of coral the lagoon was still as a mountain lake—blue of all shades and shadowy green and purple” (Golding 10).
The Beach:
“The beach between the palm terrace and the water was a thin stick, endless apparently, for to Ralph’s left the perspectives of palm and beach and water drew to a point at infinity; and always, almost visible, was the heat” (Golding 10).
“The beach near the bathing pool was dotted with groups of boys waiting for the assembly. They made way for him silently, conscious of his grim mood and the fault at the fire. The place of assembly in which he stood was roughly a triangle; but irregular and sketchy, like everything they made. First there was the log on which he himself sat; a dead tree that must have been quite exceptionally big for the platform. Perhaps one of those legendary storms of the Pacific had shifted it here. This palm trunk lay parallel to the beach, so that when Ralph sat he faced the island but to the boys was a darkish figure against the shimmer of the lagoon. The two sides of the triangle of which the log was base were less evenly defined. On the right was a log polished by restless seats along the top, but not so large as the chief’s and not so comfortable. On the left were four small logs, one of them–the farthest– lamentably springy” (Golding 82).
The Cave:
“He led the way over the rocks, inspected a sort of half-cave… There was indeed a long green smudge halfway up the rock… Side by side they scaled the last height to where the diminishing pile was crowned by the last broken rock… A hundred feet below them was the narrow causeway, then the stony ground, then the grass dotted with heads, and behind that the forest” (Golding 115-116).
The Coral Reef:
“The coral was scribbled in the sea as though a flowing, chalk line but tired before it had finished. Inside was peacock water, rocks and weed showing as in an aquarium; outside was the dark blue of the sea” (Golding 26).
The Island:
“It was roughly boat shaped; humped near this end with behind them the jumbled descent to the shore. On either side rocks, cliffs, tree-tp[s and a steep slope; forward there, the length of the boat, a tamer descent, tree-clad with hints of pink: and then the jungly flat of the island, dense green, but drawn at the end to a pink tail. There, where the island petered out in the water, was another island; a rock, almost detached, standing like a fort, facing them across the green with one bold, pink bastion” (Golding 26).
The Scar:
Beyond falls and cliffs there was a gash visible in the trees; there were the splintered trunks and then the drag, leaving only a fringe of palm between the scar and the sea” (Golding 22).
The Bathing Pool:
“The beach near the bathing pool was dotted with groups of boys waiting for the assembly” (Golding 82).
He took one last drag on his cigarette and snapped it away. The
n with that faint, fleeting smile playing about his lips, he faced the firing squad; erect and motionless, proud and disdainful, Walter Mitty the Undefeated, inscrutable to the last, was about to be defeated at last. At least, that’s what he wanted them to think. Walter had an ace up his sleeve and was just getting ready to use it. As the firing squads were getting ready to fire, a bomb went off behind them. “Ah, right on time!” Exclaimed Walter, as his rebel friends who set the bomb off came through the newly made hole in the wall. The firing squad was surrounded by rebels and gave up immediately, Walter rakishly strut past them as he made his way to his brand-new escape route. He took his first step of freedom in two years…
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WALTER WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING,” Exclaimed Walter’s wife, as Walter had started to walk out into the street. A car zoomed past only a foot in front of Walter, as he jumped back out of fright. “You really should be more careful Walter, I don’t know how insolent you would have to be to walk out into the street like that. Now let’s keep going, we still need to pick up some Soda for tonight’s dinner,” said Mrs. Mitty. “Yea, yea. I must’ve just not been looking where I was heading, I’ll work on that,” said Mitty in rebuttal. The two of them made their way to the local supermarket to buy some soda. On the way they passed a movie theater, which was showing a movie about a cowboy in the wild west. “Wouldn’t it be cool to be a sheriff back then?” Walter asked his Wife, “I’m sure it would, now where is that supermarket?” She said dismissively…
Walter road through the desert on his horse, Chestnut, the fastest mare in the west. He was after Jesse James and the whole gang, they were robbing a train they had stopped right before his eyes. He caught up to the train and saw Jesse James on the top of the train carrying two bags filled to the brim with crisp green bills, one in each hand. “Why don’t you hop down from there and we can fit you for a pair of cuffs. How ‘bout it?” said Walter Mitty confidently tapping his Volcanic Colt .44-41
strapped to his belt. Jesse immediately dropped the bags and went for his gun. Luckily, Mitty was one of the fastest guns in the west. Mitty shot the gun out of Jesse’s hand and motioned for him to get down off the train. Jesse complied being scared enough for his life already. Unfortunately for Mitty, he forgot about the rest of the gang. In his moment of triumph he was too caught up to realize they had already surrounded him with their guns drawn. Mitty, the fastest gun in the west, had been caught…
This is the week we learned how Roots work and how they interact with each other. I decided the one I wanted to do was this how to F.O.I.L. with roots. Once again, I’m using Paint instead of $latex. I enjoy it more. This one took me a little bit to get, and I still struggle a tiny bit with figuring out when and where I need to use this, the actual procedure of using it isn’t an issue though. So here’s me attempting to do it correctly:
