I felt like this was easy at some points but at rare moments I found a few bumps in the rowd. I figured it out though. I’d give myself a 3
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Figure it out
You throw me around,
I thrash the ground 1000 times a day,
I can be played indoor or outdoor,
I can make or break hearts,
I touch plenty of hands and soar in the air,
As I hit rope fans cheer,
You can be poor or rich you can buy me,
I bring kids and adults happiness,
There’s only one of me a game,
I sphere shaped,
I can be any colour,
But I resemble a orange,
I can be played whenever,
Celebrities play with me,
I can be flat or hard,
If you put something sharp inside me,
I will be dead,
But look at the bright side,
There are millions of me
Using Algebra Tiles
I think that Algebra tiles helps us see the equation visually and I think that it helps people to memorize it better. For me it helps to understand the equation by seeing it visually and under standing the order that it goes into. because the tiles are coloured it sticks in my brain more and makes me understand the question. Overall I think albebra tiles are a great method of helping us develop.
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Lightbulb of BEDMAS
For this question I learned how I have to expand the question even more to be have to see if it is positive or negative. I learned from this exprience 🙂 
The shot
The shot
By: Daniel Volaric
My father was the most wanted man in New York. I knew he wouldn’t be able to tuck me in bed for long. My father was the lead member of the Quagriali mafia, the biggest mafia in the east coast. His name was Marco De Bei. He’s been working for his mafia since he was 21 years old. He moved his way up to the top when he was 32, and in late November he will be turning 49 years old. I was an only child. My mother was a stereotypical woman. Clean and cooked and that’s about it. We lived in a house worth 8.5 million dollars. All made out of beige stone and decorated in Italian statues.
I came home on Wednesday late afternoon and my mother was making dinner and my father was reading his newspaper on the patio over looking the beautiful city of New York. I skipped my way to the patio to say hi to my father, but when I saw his face, disappointment. All there was, was disappointment in his face. I asked him what was wrong. ” Gianmarco got shot and died today” he said mumbling. Gianmarco was one of his five bodyguards. He got shot today in a shooting with another mafia 3 miles east of New York. My father also said that he was in big trouble with that mafia that shot Gianmarco. He owed them 600 thousands dollars but my father didn’t even think paying them back. He was so powerful that he didn’t need to.
It was a beautiful Thursday night, my butler had just dropped me off at home. I had came home late because I was studying for my socials exam. I came home and everything seems off. My mother is not cooking dinner on time, and she never misses dinner. My dad isn’t on the patio. At first I thought it was because I was home late, but then I realized that the traditional Italian music was not play in my house. I cannot recall the last time I haven’t heard Italian music in my house. I hear footsteps and see my dad around the corner of my darkened house. ” Hide now, HIDE NOW CARLO!” Screamed my father at me.
I ran immediately to my room. I had a gun in my drawer for protection. I grabbed it and hood under my bed. Five minutes later I could hear powerful cars come into our drive way. I then realized that the mafia that my father was in trouble with had came to our house to kill my father. My father only had one bodyguard at home so he basically had no protection. The mafia broke our door and they filled our whole house. I had my gun loaded. The mafia was getting closer, my door was open. I see my dad run past my room and “Bang”!
Did I do it for the fortune? Doesn’t matter, I got away with it