Week 17 Math Blog post

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This week in math 10 we learned how to find solutions from systems. A system is when we consider two lines at a time to find a solution. The solution you come up with depends on the systems you have. There is one solution if the system follows m1 does not equal m2. There are 0 solutions if the system is parallel and follows m1=m2 but y1 does not equal y2. There are infinite solutions if the two systems are identical. Now to find a solution between two systems, you can go about it 3 different ways. You can find the solution by graphing , substitution and elimination. My favourite is elimination. These are the steps I like to follow when finding a solution by elimination.

Step 1. 

Multiply one of the two equations to even out the equations so that you can isolate one of the variables.

Step 2. 

Add or subtract the second equation from the first. Depending on what you multiplied the equation by in the first step will determine if you subtract or add.

Step 3. 

Solve for x or y in the new equation.

Step 4. 

Substitute whatever you got for x or y into the original equations and from there you are able to solve for x.

A Solution is found when x and y work for both of the original equations. 

French Recipe project

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Un gâteau au chocolat

 

  • 80 g de pépites de chocolat semi-sucré
  • 15 g de beurre doux
  • 2 cuillères à café (1+1) d’huile de coco
  • 2 cuillères à soupe de cannelle en poudre
  • 225 g de bananes bien mûres
  • 12 cl de farine de noix de coco
  • 1 cuillère à café de levure chimique
  • 1/8 cuillère à café de sel
  • 125 g de beurre d’amande
  • 4 œufs

 

Etapes

  1. Faire fondre 200g de chocolat pâtissier avec 180g de beurre
  2. Battre 6 oeufs entiers avec 300g de sucre en poudre jusqu’à ce que l’appareil blanchisse un peu et ajoutez 110g de farine
  3. Ajoutez le mélange chocolat beurre doucement en remuant avec le fouet
  4. Versez dans un moule à tarte et au four à 200° pendant 20 à 25mn

 

J’adore cette recette car ma grand-mère utilisée pour faire de chaque repas de famille. J’ai des souvenirs de ce qui en fait avec elle et même ajouter des fraises sur le dessus. Ma grand-mère vit loin et je manque le temps, que nous avons l’habitude de passer ensemble dans la cuisine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All gone Narrative Essay

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All Gone

3pm

It was so bitter sweet. Choosing to give something up that I cherished so much. It may have been 29 degrees on July 28th, 2017, yet, I had never had chills like I did that day. As I walked into the barber shop I felt the cool air conditioned, urban and modern vibration fill my body and with a deep breath in I could taste bleach and metal hair scissors. I felt as if I was trapped in my mind, almost like sleep paralysis. I wanted to wimp out but I couldn’t find the courage.  I look to my left and see my friend sucking on a cherry red lollipop. “Smile!” she exclaims excitedly. As the flash hits my eyes like a bright shooting star I squint and look away. I felt so nervous. The barber then started making his way over to where he sat me down, I began to cry. “I’m not ready. I feel like I am nothing without my long brown hair…it makes me feel complete.” Everyone stared at me and as I looked around the room I saw on absolutely stunning woman with pink hair, shaved sides, bangs, bobs and many more different hairstyles other than just long straight plain jane hair. With the hairdresser and my friend still looking at me, I left to the washroom.

 

3:15pm

Making my way to the washroom that was only ten steps away felt like five kilometers. I slowly closed the door behind me and slid onto the bottom of the bathroom floor keeping my back against the door. I cried alone in the washroom; The tears filling my hands like rain. The salty smell of tears filled my face. As I got up to look in the mirror my makeup had all washed off. Mascara under eyes, I took a paper towel to my face and like sandpaper I scrubbed off the residue of makeup. After five long minutes of looking at myself in the mirror, I took my hair out of it’s ponytail the elastic breaking as I release the hair. I felt a feeling of release when I took my hair out of its restraint. I took one last deep breath, breathing in the smell of citrus washroom cleaner I opened the washroom door. My friend was standing outside. “Are you ready to leave?” I smiled and walked beside her asking her to press record on her phone. She looked confused yet willing. I sat back down where I had started. The hairdresser made his way over. I smiled and he knew I was ready.

 

3:30pm

His tattooed arms pulled my hair back into multiple little ponytails. One by one he took his scissors out of his back pocket and snipped each little pony tail off. He then took his hand and rubbed all over my hair or lack of, to show me how short it now was. “You ready?” , the bearded barber asked. With my head down, I looked up just enough so that we could make eye contact. I slowly nodded. He finds his razor after shovelling through drawers making noises like a construction site. “Ah here it is.” He pulls out a small white electric razor. He began to buzz the rest of my hair off. “This is going to look so cool dude.” After about two minutes of highly anticipating the end of the haircut he was finally done. He turned the chair around and my eyes widened.” It-It’s all gone” I said under my breath, but I didn’t feel like any part of myself was gone. I felt full and like my soul was filled with sunshine and smiles. I felt like I was on top of the world, and my smile said it all. “You look beautiful” my friend said turning off the camera. At that moment, I felt like nothing in the world mattered except for me and my multiple ponytails we cut off that would contribute to a wig for someone who didn’t have a choice in shaving their head. I jumped out of the chair and gave my hairdresser a tight hug.

 

4pm

As I walked onto the busy downtown street I heard cars whizzing by honking at each other, I saw the sun shining upon my bald head and my reflection through the window of the salad bar beside the hair salon. The hairdresser followed my friend and I out with his phone asking if he could take a photo of the work he had done to my head. As I smile for the photo, a woman comes up to me and let me know how stunning I looked without any hair. My heart felt so full. I felt so happy to know people didn’t see me as some weirdo who shaved her head but instead they still saw me as a youthful, vibrant young woman. “Thank you it means so much” I exclaimed to the middle -aged woman. I walked down the city streets alongside my best friend and I never felt so free and awake. I felt like I was ready to conquer the world. We walked past restaurants each one leaving us with the scent of their cooking. We smelled Indian spices, soy sauce and sired tuna, tacos and poutine. As we walked past a man playing live music we stopped and danced with him as he riffed on the guitar. The music felt like it went through my ears and into my heart. Everything was just perfect that day. I felt not only alive but beautiful.

 

Narrative Essay Reflection:

For my next essay I will be sure to triple check over my essay for silly spelling and grammar mistakes. I also will work on making sure my narrative essay are shown and not told.

Something I think I did well was that I made it easy to read and follow along for readers and that I got to my points quickly without boring the reader.

Week 13 blog post

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This week we have been learning about relations and functions. The difference between a relation and a function can be hard sometimes. We have learned that a function is when the input only has one output. However, a relation is when an input has multiple outputs. You can find the difference by looking at a graph. I will now show you how you find the f(x)= 8on a graph. I am using f(x) but it may be g(x) or even any letter because it is a variable. In the graph below we can see that the units increase by 4 each time. Now we are told in f(x)=8 to start with 8. So, we go to the domain (x) and find 8. Once we have found 8 we drag or finger or pencil along our paper towards the graph whether that is negative f(x) or positive. For this graph it is a positive number since the graph is in the positive section for both the f(x) and x also known as quadrant I . Once you have found the point of the graph that connects to the x = 8, drag your finger/pencil over to the f(x)/range and find or estimate what the f(x) is. In this case, it looks to be right in between 8 and 12 so I am going to go ahead and estimate that is is 10. Now we can state that the f(10)= 8.

Dead Poets Society reflection

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Dead Poets Society is about a group of young men who all have hopes, dreams and aspirations but are unable to pursuit them because they are unable to speak their minds. They are taught to live through their parents and never be creative or speak their ideas. Mr. Keating, who is a teacher at the young men’s school is the opposite of all the parents. He allows the boys to be creative, speak their minds and have dreams and ambitions. Mr. Keating has a lesson on “Carpe Dieme- Seize the day”. Overall, I take this and think the lesson is to not wait for tomorrow but instead shoot for your goals today. Seize the day! Make today the best you can make it. The poem “Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow” is speaking about how life is short and can go by so quickly. The moral of this poem from Macbeth written by William Shakespeare for me is that you only live once and life has consequences to ones actions. The connection I made between Dead Poets Society and Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow is that William Shakespeare is stating how life has consequences and in Dead Poets Society I think the person dealing with these consequences is Neil’s father. I think after Neil died, his father realized how silly and wrong he was to not let his son speak his mind and let him know how he felt. The dad and all of his friends now have to deal with the death and it left a mark on all of their lives. In the end, I really enjoyed the movie along with the poem from Macbeth. I feel like both relatively have the same morals, other than the fact Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow has a very negative outlook on life and Dead Poets Society has more of a happy go lucky look on life. A quote I would put as a moral would for use for both Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow and Dead Poets Society would be to never count on tomorrow.

Week 10 Blog post

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This is a lesson of DOS ( Difference of squares) involving a common factor. Our goal with a question like this is to have two identical binomials that equal what we started with if we evaluated. All you need to do with this question is distribute x squared into two brackets and then find what times what ( YxY) equals – 100. The answer is +10 and -10.

 

 

 

Week 9 blog post

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For week 9 I learned who to factor trinomials that have a GCF.

It may look tricky to some but finding a common number that can fit into all the numbers makes it so it is extremely easy. If we have 24, 12 and 36 as our numbers we can all see they have something in common, a 12. You then distribute 12 into each number. 24/12 = 2 12/12= 1 OR x and 36/12 = 3. Now you must rage the equation to have brackets and a 12 in front of the first set of brackets because that is what you distributed.