Nearly Flushed
7 o’clock on Tuesday morning and my brand new iPhone 6 is sitting on my bedside table. I’ve had this phone for almost 72 hours and the slow motion tool is basically all I’ve used. I still have to get up, and my alarm clock reads 7:06am. I get dressed and head downstairs for some Eggo waffles. My mom doesn’t have the toaster out like she normally does; I take it she hasn’t even gotten down here yet. My phone buzzes; I pull it out of my jean pocket and head to the bathroom while reading:
“ Hope your new phone is nice, love dad :)”
I smile, and put my phone back in my pocket. Just as I get in the bathroom, I freeze when I hear a loud sploosh and a clank from behind me. I look down, and- oh no. OH NO. My BRAND NEW iPhone 6 with black and pink sparkles on the case is drowning before my eyes, and the only thing I can think of doing is just going in and reaching for it. My hand is soaking; I’m almost in tears, I pull out a bag of rice, zip it shut, and shove it in my purse before turning around and seeing my burnt waffles. I hear my sister from upstairs asking to use a curling iron. What?
“I don’t HAVE a curling iron!” I yell back.
“GOD IM NOT TALKING TO YOU EM!” she shouts.
“I’m leaving in ten minutes ladies!” My mom states, for the third time in 20 minutes. My sister and I run around until we are ready. I think about my phone for the whole day until about 2:00; when I decide to call my mom and tell her the news. The phone call goes a little something like this:
ME: Hi mum, how are you?
Mom: Fine, why are you calling? What happened?
E: Oh not much. Hey, my phone has been acting weird, I think I’m going to go to the Bell store after school to check it out.
M: WHAT? It’s three days old! What did you do?!
E: NOTHING! I just maybe dropped it in the toilet this morning and maybe I shoved it in some rice and came to school with a bag of jasmine rice with a hint of phone…
M: Okay, go to the Bell store and find out if you can fix it. YOU are paying for it.
E: Okay, love you.
M: Mhmm. Love you. *CLICK*
By the tone of her voice I knew I was in for it. It wasn’t that sweet tone of suggestion, it was that drill sergeant command tone that could make someone “have an accident,” You know the tone. As soon as the bell rang I was already on the way to either my end or my savior. Sweating and panting from running across town, I bust into the Bell store; the clerk recognizes me. GREAT.
“Well dear, your warranty is activated thankfully”
“AWESOME! That means I can just get a new model right now right?”
“Not exactly. We changed the warranty a few hours ago, so now all our customers have to pay 250$ for their new phone with our warranty rule,” She smiles.
“What? I though our warranty was if you break it, you get a new one, no problems!”
“Well now it’s: you break it, you buy it,” I almost jumped across the counter to straighten her out, but she smells like vanilla cupcakes, so I’ll let it slide.
“Okay, thank you for your help,” I turn around as the reality sets in: I have to run away. Or I can face my problem. At this point, running away seems like the better option. The bus ride home is agonizing, because I can see my mom at her desk furiously texting on her Android to my step dad about how ridiculous I am. I’ve been biting the inside of my cheek for about 20 minutes; I taste a little blood, so I stop to observe the beautiful landscape beside me. Whizzing by at 70km and hour, I soon realize I will not be seeing it again, so I cherish every passing moment as I await certain death. (Not literally, but you get my point.)
“I can’t even speak right now,” my mom says quietly.
“I am so sorry, I will pay for everything,” I promise. A few minutes pass filled with awkward silences, death stares from my mother, and glimpses of my death, before my step dad walks in and takes my mom upstairs to talk this through with her. 10, 20 minutes go by; Dave comes downstairs to console/teach me.
“There isn’t much I can say to make you feel better, so here it is: you broke your phone after having it for three days. You tried to fix it by putting it in rice and taking it to school: good. You tell your mom what you can do to fix the situation, she gets mad, you get scared, and now we are here. Give her some time, to think. All you can do now is wait. You gave her all the solutions to the problem, and she doesn’t have a punishment, because you tried. That’s what counts.”
“Now what?” I ask.
“Nothing. Not on your end at least.”
Days pass and my mom and I come to the agreement that I pay for the new phone, I do not touch my phone in the morning until I am about to leave, and nothing more. Let me just say that my chores were DONE every day, and the house looked great the next week. Taking your phone into the bathroom is very unnecessary, and what is even more stupid is putting it in your back pocket. DO NOT go to the bathroom with your phone. You don’t need it all the time. Try putting your phone down once in a while, and you will avoid problems in the future.
the week we started trigonometry I was very confused for the first bit. especially when we were learning how to name the sides of a triangle. but after many questions, and very good answers, I found that when you want to name the sides of a triangle, the opposite side is OPPOSITE of the reference angle. the adjacent is BESIDE the right angle, and the left over is the hypotenuse which is OPPOSITE of the 90 degree angle.
Is vengeance or forgiveness more effective?
In the story “The Watch”, we read about a man who is a survivor of the holocaust, and falls victim of the loss of friends, and family. Before the attack he buries a watch in a box in the ground. 20 years later he goes back and uncovers the watch, but re-buries it. In the story he says that he wanted to turn the watch into “instrument of delayed vengeance” . By this he may have meant that he wanted people to see this watch in another 20 years and see what the jews had to do in order to survive the Nazi’s wrath. I think that vengeance is more effective when you want an immediate response, but in the end, forgiveness is the way to go. you cannot get a complete change when you are violent all the time. All it does is create short term change, not a long term transformation. In the beginning of the story he stated that “Yes we were naïve,” but I think he knew inside what was going on inside.
this week I learned that when you do 
using conversions, you have to do the conversions twice, other wise you won’t get the right answer. it’s because it is squaring the number, and you would convert 3 times if it was 
and so on.
this week I had an ah-ha moment when I was learning about conversions. I really thought that it was way more difficult than it is. all you have to do is move down the number line and then move the decimal which-ever direction you moved down the number line. (I have pictures but they won’t load onto the blog right now). after that all it really is, is moving the decimal.
In the lab we did today, my partner and I were very confident about our experiment. Unfortunately, we did not get the same number as we had calculated, but my theory is that because I felt the bag get some what heated, my guess is that we lost matter in that it had escaped from the bag when we poured in Chemical C. We possibly did not close the bag fast enough, causing some matter to escape the bag; therefore, not capturing all the possible matter. The reaction was a bit underwhelming, in the sense that we must not have put in enough chemical C, because instead of turning a bright yellow, and becoming squishy, we got a soft, yellow, chunky power like consistency (kind of like Moon Sand, or Squishy Sand); as shown in the photos below.
Measurements and Calculations:
Baggie: 1.9g
Chemical A: 2.3g
Chemical B: 1.9g
Chemical C: 0.5g
total after the product had been measured: 3.7g
our original calculation: 2.8
as you can see from our calculations, we lost approximately 1 whole gram of matter in the 2 second span of closing the baggie.
a picture of tin oxide
a picture of tin chloride
my element: TIN (Sn)
tin oxide
tin chloride
the two compounds I found are: Tin oxide and Tin chloride. Tin oxide is used as ceramic glaze and was found by a man of the Golinski. Tin chloride does not have a name to its discoverer but it is used in oxidizing materials, and some liquid mixtures and also is used in glass. tin chloride is also used in cosmetic products. I personally like this one better because I use cosmetics enough and now I know what goes in them. 🙂 Tin has a variety of uses and has been used for thousands of years; it was even mentioned in the old testament!
using the rule flower power, which states that “the root goes on the bottom”, it means that the square or cube root of the radical goes on the bottom of the fraction in exponent form. when there is a fraction as an exponent, it also tells you that whatever number is the denominator, is the number representing the root on the radical.
This week I found a connection between the 2 units we learned about. involving radicals, and the term, “flower power” which states that the root goes on the bottom. Seeing radicals in two different units and being used in many ways makes me see that you can use math in many different aspects. Exponents have their own rules, radicals can be mixed or whole, and radicals can even have their own fraction as the exponent. Below is an example of “flower power”, and the fractions as an exponent in a radical.
WHAT FUELS THE HUMAN NEED TO CONFORM?
In Harrison Bergeron, it shows a good example of the need to conform, with the handicapper general changing everbody’s abilities in order to make everyone equal. The desire to have an equal society comes from the natural human need to compete, and some people may find competition a negative desire, when in reality, it can be good, because it makes us want to better ourselves. Not always bad, like to put people down, but to make us better. I don’t like that when someone says they are competing they automatically assume its to put people down, but not to compete with ourselves or to gain a better title. Here, competition is eliminated completely. The beautiful are covered in masks, the strong are weighed down, and the intelligent are permitted to wear transmitters sending terrible sounds every 20 seconds or so, in order to prevent deep thoughts and unfair advantages with their brains. this law was permitted by the “unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General.” So the need to conform comes from the negative portrayal of competition. There is also the fear that if you are different, then there is harsh judgment that goes along with that, so we tend to be stand off-ish. But when there is a spark that makes us want to better ourselves and compete, why should be taken away? Deal with the fact that someone might be better at something than you. This message is very clear to me in the story. This to me means that the HG is not equal to everyone else because the book implies that the HG has no handicaps herself.
I find this picture resembles the story because it shows that when everyone is the same, there is always one person in power (HG). This means that everyone is NOT in fact equal, and there for creating the mild competition, which, if I remember correctly, if the REASON for making everyone the same? Who decides the base line for average? Who decides who need more handicaps than that other guy? All these questions are unanswered but nobody has the brain capacity to ask them.
Element: Tin
Atomic Family: tin is a transition metal in the carbon family
who discovered it? why/how?: who: UNKNOWN.
uses: used in alloys like bronze, useful for non rusting equipment. also is used in making weather resistant windows.
interesting…: Tin (Sn) has a natural resistance to oxidization
