Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Tragedy- S is for Stab

S is for Stab

(Every line of Darwin’s is pronounced wrong)
[Darwin is crawling towards the fridge but is too short to open it]

Darwin
Juice! [Makes a mad face]

Mom
Oh, Darwin you want more juice?

Darwin
Yes! [Looks excited]

Mom
Maybe later Hun; you’ve had juice four times today.

Darwin
[Gets sad] Apple…

Mom
I’m sorry Darwin, would you like some apple sauce instead?

Darwin
No!

Mom
Okay then let’s go back and play in the sandbox.

Darwin
Okay.

Mom
Okay Darwin, you stay here and play in your sandbox; I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere. [Walks inside the house]

Darwin
[Crawls out of sandbox, and under fence, into the forest]

Mom
[Finishes getting food and walks outside] Darwin...Darwin?! [Runs inside to call the police] Hello! Police! My baby is missing! Please come right away!

Darwin
[Crawling around the forest sees a man in a dark coat] Gahh.

Stranger
What was that? [Grins and picks up Darwin]

Darwin
Gahh?

[Stranger takes Darwin back to his lair]

Stranger
Come on baby, drink the juice [Grins] you know you want it.

Darwin
Meh, no [Looks away]
Stranger
What do you want baby? [Mutters under breath] Stupid, worthless baby….Do you want milk?

Darwin
No

Stranger
Do you want juice? [Gets irritated]

Darwin
Juice! [Smiles, pronounces wrong]

Stranger
[Grins] What kind of juice would you like, baby?

Darwin
Apple! [Pronounces wrong]

Stranger
Ahah apple eh? [Walks over to fridge and fills bottle with apple juice, opens small vile with a picture of skull and crossbones on it, and puts a couple drops into the bottle. Goes back to Darwin] Drink away baby. [Grins]

Darwin
Apple! [Giggles]

Stranger
[Gives juice bottle to Darwin] Drink up.

Darwin
[Drinks apple] Gah!

[Hears mom off in the distance]

Stranger
What was that? [Goes outside to inspect]

Mom
[Goes inside the lair, and sees Darwin] Darwin! [Runs over to take Darwin out of baby seat]

Stranger
Stop! Where are you going! [Runs over and grabs mom]

Mom
[Gently tosses baby onto the floor] Run Darwin!


Darwin
Gah. [Quickly crawls towards door]

Stranger
[Slaps mom] Woman now look at what you’ve done! [Drags over to a separate room, locks mom inside. Runs after baby]

[Darwin is seen in the forest crying by the lake. Stranger sees him and walks over]

Stranger
What’s wrong baby? Can’t cross the lake?

Darwin
Gah! [Quickly crawls away]

Stranger
Oh don’t be like that. [Picks up Darwin]

[Mom is in the background quickly running over]

Stranger
Now let’s just get you bac--

[Mom shows up and stabs stranger in the back of the head]

Stranger
[Drops baby] Augh! [Falls to the ground into the lake]

Mom
Darwin, honey, are you okay?! [Cuddles Darwin and starts crying]

[Mom and baby go back to the house. One week later]

Police
[Knocks on door]

Mom
[Opens door] Err yes?

Police
Ma’am it has been reported that you stabbed this man [Police holds up picture] in the back of the head with this knife. [Police holds up knife]

Mom
Well that would be correct officer, but you see—

Police
That is all we need to know. [Police drag mom to the police car, not noticing Darwin in his playpen.]

Darwin
Momma! [Crawls out the door, sees police car pass through the forest and heads that direction]

[We see Darwin get to the lake and slip and falls into the lake. Darwin drowns in the lake]

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Semester Acedemic Goals-Humanities

Goal: Pay attention in class.
First Step: Actually think about the lessons instead of just writing it down.

Goal: Turn in work on time.
First Step: Go to office hours to make sure I'm getting work done.

Goal: Raise my grades to the best it can be.
First Step: I can try the extra credit work, so that way I can have a better understanding of what I'm working on, and to learn more.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Semester Acedemic Goals-Mysics

Goal: Getting extra help on work.
First Step: Go to office hours at least once a week.

Goal: Turning in work even if it's late.
First Step: Talk to Mele about assignments and give them to her before class starts.

Goal: Pay attention in class.
First step: Turn phone off during class.

Friday, October 2, 2009

The Locker Problem

Coco S.

The Locker Problem

There are 31 out of 1000 lockers that are open. The ones that are open are perfect squares, as in they use square roots to find the answer. ie: 2x2=4, 3x3=9, 4x4=16. There are 31 out of 1000 lockers that are open. The ones that are open have an odd number of factors, because the square root is its own factor. They have an odd number of factors because when you touch it an even amount of times it'll just end up being closed. So if you touch a locker two times, it'll be opened, then closed. If you touched it three times, it would open, close, and open. The lockers that are open are 1, 4, 9, 16, 25, 36, etc. We can continue to find out which ones are open by finding the square roots. So every kid that goes and changes the state of every other locker or every two lockers, eventually the kids would be skipping all the ones closer to the beginning. Thus never being changed again.
In my diagram below you can see that lockers 1, 4, 9, and 16 are open. They are open because they have an odd number of factors.


Factors:

Locker 1: 1x1
Perfect square
Locker 2: 1x2
Prime
Locker 3: 1x3
Prime
Locker 4: 1x4, 2x2
Perfect square
Locker 5: 1x5
Prime
Locker 6: 1x6
Prime
Locker 7: 1x7
Prime
Locker 8: 1x8
Prime
Locker 9: 1x9, 3x3
Perfect square

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

My purpose for living.

Today my friend told me about her day.
How she broke up with her boyfriend that was 5 years older then her.
I told her that she shouldn't go out with an 18 year old in college, that you haven't even met.
They were in a long distance relationship. Which made matters worse.
When your so young and they're so old, and you don't know them, you cant take them seriously.
I tried consoling her and telling her should go out with people closer to her age. Also she shouldn't be so hung up about this guy she doesn't know. She's much to young to be facing these types of difficulties in her life.
I told her my idea of how she should think about it. How people don't take you seriously at a young age.
Her reply was simply, "Just shut up, you don't know anything."
I understand she was sad and depressed, but taking these matters out on people who just try to get other people to feel better really made me mad.
Even with my anger I simply said I was sorry and explained I was only trying to help.
She hasn't replied....
It made me think my purpose in life was to take other peoples sadness. To just steal it away so they could be happy, but I would suffer. With my anger all I could think was, I hope she feels better, and that she'll still be my friend. I really do want that to be my purpose in life.

Capital i's

Why are I's capitalized ?
Is it because they're a single vowel letter ?
If so, why are A's not capitalized ?
It's like racism of letters, which I don't understand at all.
In my opinion I's should not be capitalized, I think they look more awesome in their lower case form.
Mhm :]

What I did this Weekend

P.O.V- Lily

I walked to the wailing wall today, I sat underneath the big and blossomed tree. Everything in my view was so beautiful it was kinda sad, like when you see an orange and pink sunset. I lay there and thought about beautiful sad things, while thinking, I grew tired. I woke up to Rosaleen calling my name, alerted, I sat up. I called for Rosaleen to come over.
"What are you doing out here?" Rosaleen asked puzzled.
"I fell asleep thinking," I said so calmly. We walked toward the pepto-house and discussed the calendar sisters. I told Rosaleen about the night I heard Rosaleen and June talking about us, and how they knew about us lying. Rosaleen just nodded as if she had seen it all coming. I kind of expected her to know about this though.
"I think you are the only one who should come out and tell August that we ran away. Child you know she will understand," Rosaleen said, probably just to calm my senses.
"I know, but it's just not the right time yet," I replied hoping she would understand. She did, which made me feel like we were getting to a higher level in our relationship. We arrived back to the pepto-house just in time for the calendar sisters to start their "mass."