Evelyn Glennie: Shows How to Listen

I think the main thing that I will remembet about Evelyn's preformance was the fact that she was deft, but she still was an amazing musician. kind of like Beethoven, and whats even cooler is that she used the vibrations, that went through her body to figure out the notes and keys she was playing. thats just so epic!

For the most part when she was playing on some of her instruments she had up there, i felt very sleepy.
Especially when she was playing the Marimba, i also might have felt tired since i had woken up really early that morning, hehe.

During the film when she was holding the "sticks" just above the Merimba, i realized she was right, I did find myself imagining music being played, or finding myself straining my ears to hear the sound that was being played. If any.

Well i think a big "reason" why people don't listen to the same music is, (this sounds very cheese), everbody is different. one person might not listen to metal, because maybe of their religion, or someone might only like country, cause, thats all they think is good music. Or someone may listen to all types of music, because they might think that any music with a good beat or rhythm, is good music.

Sustainability Visit

I was unable to put my video of the interview on my blog, so i had to put it on youtube.
Here is a direct link to the video.

The Garden

Today in Humanities my class went to the senior garden. my group interveiwed Leland, one of the seniors working on the garden, some questions I asked him were:

1. what is the purpose of the garden?
answer: "well it's one way to live a healthier sustainable life style"

2. what kinds of plants are you growing here?
answer: "snapdragon, zuquini, squash, lavender, basil, eggplants, roses, strawberries, carrots, watermelon
flowers, artichokes, onions, bananas, shard, pumkins, and some other that i forgot the names of.

3. how long has this garden been "around"
answer: "since last year i think, but we recently started tending to it at the begining of this year"

4. what will happen to this garden when summer break comes around?
answer: "well, some people will come back and tend to it, but not everyone, I mean I know I will"


Questions in class

1. what struck you as interesting about the garden?

what struck me the most interesting about this garden was the way they "make" their fertilizer.
they got a pile of w/e debris they found around the place and let it sit int the sun for a while.

2. what was the garden you expected?

i think i expected, well something a little bigger maybe. but then again, they said that the soil was pretty crappy... so i guess it might have not been much bigger. and other than that i didnt expect much else. I mean they had a various number of different plants and such.

3. do you think the garden is sestainable?

for the most part i think this garden is sestainable, i mean if people come back to work on it like Leland said it will turn out pretty well in the future.

4. what would you change about the garden?

i would change nothing, the garden right now is perfect, its simple, not to much, not to little. And what they are growing there, i might change that... well i'd put some more plants of some sort in it maybe some lettece, or some orange trees.

Food inc.

What struck me the most was how little say we have in how are foods are produced, i mean the USDA basically has no power, and the food companies have to many protections and to much money to do anything against them. (this also made me think of idiocracy, you know when brawndo just bought every major company).
 A concept i agree completely with, that was in food inc, is that some families eat unhealthy and when they want to buy healthier food it's to expensive. Unlike fast food which is very cheap.
Well the only "solution" that comes to mind is basically just raise money or cut bills on the house, like the electricity bill, the water bill and other bills.

 Question: What do your parents or family members think?
Reactions to food inc.

 Dad reaction (in his words): i was disgusted and frightened. The fact that our food supply is controlled by a handful of companies shows me that we are in a precarious position. reliance on a few crops, soy beans and corn mostly, put us at risk of famine, should something attack those crops. The Irish potato famine comes to mind.

that however was not the worst of it. The fact that Monsanto owns the genetics of one of the largest crops in this country, and that they can prevent a farmer from saving his seeds, is an example of evil in our modern world. 

The fact that our Government has put the job of regulating, and protecting us from these companies in the hands of men and women who have worked, or are still working, for the very companies that they are supposed to regulate left me with a sense of despair and betrayal.

There were a few rays of hope. the women trying to get "Kevin's Law" passed, and the farmer dedicated to farming the proper way, (as nature intends and support his efforts), were a bit of light in a dark subject.
I hope we can bring these companies to heel before the problems caused by agribusiness become irreversible.


Mom's reaction (in her own words):  I have known about some of this within the food industry, for years. I'm very sad about the treatment of farm animals and the conditions they live in.
So many people can't afford to buy organic because it is really expensive.  I know that the only way things will really change is if we as a nation stop buying GMO product and just buy "natural" and organic and that can't happen unless the prices go down on those foods.
I personally try hard to buy foods with high quality ingredients, and fresh vegetables in season.  I might add tho, that our grocery bill is the biggest expenditure for our family.
As depressing as the KPBS program was, I see hope in the food industry because there are Farmers Markets, Peoples, Whole Foods and Henry's providing better quality produce, meats and dry goods.
The public needs to be educated and this special was an eye opener and will rejuvenate me to look even closer at what I buy.

Dialectic Journal

Quote:

"If you raise your hand and say, 'Gee, Ms. Smith, I haven't understood a single word you've said


all day,' Ms. Smith is going to hate you. If you raise your hand and say, 'Gee, Ms. Smith, I haven't

understood a single word you've said all week,' Ms. Smith is going to hate you five times as much. And

if you raise your hand and say, 'Gee, Ms. Smith, I haven't understood a single word you've said all year,'

Ms. Smith is going to pull out a gun and shoot you."
 
 
 
What this quote makes me think of is, (shudder), my 8th grade social studies "experience" so to speak.
Mainly it was my teacher... she was the meanest, shrewdest, nastiest short lady I ever layed eyes on!
Except her name wasn't Ms. Smith, her name was... well i can't say, me and my freinds swore to never say her name, ever, thats how evil she was! lol. Well i'm not going to go into detail about why she was, but i can tell you a few things of why everyone and i do mean everyone (even the principal) hated, well not really, lets say everyone "disliked" her: For one thing, if you wanted to go to the bathroom at any time during class, shed make you stay after school for 25 minutes, or after class, whichever she thought you "needed" as she called it. And if she did make you stay after class, shed let you go after the 25 minutes were up and then she wouldn't give you a late pass to explain why you were late to you other class, ugg that made me so mad!
Another reason is that she gave everyone detention, even for the stupidest things, like getting up to sharpen your pencil, even after she said you could, im serious on this. she had this weird religion... pretty sure it was called GiveDetentionOutToEveryoneIcan-ism! lol or G.D.O.T.E.I-ism for short :)
 
Ya and i'm pretty sure she would shoot you also if you said that you hadn't followed anything she said all year, and then she'd dig up you body after the funeral and put a big fat "F" on your dead forehead.
Na im kidding..
or am I?

Mitch's tragedy

                               


             
                                     After Burn                                                                                 

A cold icy forbearing gripped my heart as I listened to the horrible screams and moaning of towns’ folk being incinerated in the scorching heat of mid morning day sunrays. What a horrible sound, I thought to myself. What would death feel like when it came? Sure everyone thought that death would be sanctity from this burning rock we call a planet, but in my mind all I could think about was our family’s most precious secret. Rather than sharing this new found treasure so we might start plant life growing again, we have felt it within ourselves to keep it secret from everyone! And I can’t take this guilt anymore. Its time I do something about it! Its time I bring balance back to our world!

As sweat dripped down my face as I crept around my house careful not to wake any of my family up. As soon as my things were packed I quickly headed out into the morning dusk. And without another look I walk, with my back turned, away from my home. As every hour passes I can sense the mid morning coming nearer and nearer. Increasing my pace I look around wildly for an escape hole, so I might avoid the sun’s rays. A breath of relief spread through my body as I find one running as fast as I can I dive into the hole and slammed the hatch shut, blocking out most if not all of the harmful rays of the “burning star.” And there I lay until evening when the world turns to the moon when the sun will have no effect on my journey. Tired and out of breath, with most of my bodies strength nearly gone, I decide to rest and recuperate for a while, and with that I drift off into sleep.

“Sir! Sir! We found another one,” said an excited solider.

“Well done Captain Edward, said Overseer Roderick, I think another promotion is in order, congratulations new Assistant Overseer Edward”

“Uhh…” Jason mumbled

“Oh look he’s waking up, quick assistant overseer fetch the medic,” exclaimed the overseer.

“Yes sir” Edward said with a salute to his forehead.

“Uhh… where am I?” asked Jason.

“Why you’re at base camp”

I clap silently inside my head with glee that I had made it to base camp, and with that I drift into slumber once again.

As my eyes blink open I hear the overseer yelling something about a plant called Nectross Fermentis, but that’s all I heard before my vision blurred and I fell asleep again.

I woke up again to the sound of someone tapping on a wooden desk very violently, but as I raised my head the tapping ceased and in a calm voice the overseer addressed me, “oh good you’re awake, now have you ever seen a plant like this?”

He held up a blue-ish colored plant with green buds and pedals that seemed to resemble the welcoming arms of an angel from heaven, but in opposite of the plants beauty it carried a grotesque smell that seemed to reek out of the scar in it’s stem.

“Yes” I replied

“Do you know what it can do?”

“Yes” I answered

“Where did you get it?”

“From my family’s greenhouse sir. We have kept it alive for about hundreds of years and I have come to rid myself of my family’s guilt by coming here. You see I was planning to plant it during mid morning so it would spread thirty five times as fast as normal. This way it can release toxins to cure the dreaded disease and make the burning sun rays bearable, and I had hoped you could help” answered Jason

“Well, I’m afraid that I cant let you do that, for you see if you did it would bring the plants back.”

“I know. That’s why I want to release the Fermentis into the earth.”

“Unfortunately we have to kill you for we have rules here and those rules include, that if anyone knows how to bring back the plants must die, and their family to!”

“No! You can’t!” yelled Jason

“I can” the Overseer answered calmly

 “NO!” without thinking I lunged at him, but he was too fast, he was behind me and had thrown me against the wall before I could even turn my head.

“Guards! He screamed, take this useless pile of trash to the holding rod outside and let him watch while the sun bakes him alive”

“Yes sir!” they said together, and with that I was being hauled off towards my doom.

Minutes later we were outside, and I could see clearly the shape of the holding rod. It was about ten feet tall and I guessed about one and a half feet in diameter. We were nearly to the holding rod when it hit me, why was I letting these buffoons drag we to my death? I could easily overcome both of them, and so I did. Once we were at the rod and they had taken out the rope, I twisted my wrists so that their hands let go of mine and then I kicked both of them in the chest knocking them onto the ground. The dazed astonishment was all the time I need to get a hold on them and then beat them with my fists until they where out cold. Working fast I picked them up one at a time and tied them against the rod as tight as could. I made sure the knot was unbreakable before racing to the backside of base camp were a small hut was still standing. After checking if it was safe I walked inside and sat down to catch some rest.

“Thwack!” a vigorous slap to the face woke me from my slumber. It was the overseer.

“Why hello there” said the overseer in a mocking tone “I would like inform you that your little act of heroism forced my hand to send someone to kill everyone in your family He is my most skilled assassin and he should be arriving momentarily” the overseer turned his head to the sound of footsteps coming down the hall “ah ha, there he is.”

“I have returned master, the deed is done” said the assassin

“Ah good, good, now to complete your task there is one more concertos family member you need to kill, this one right here, now then Jason its been fun but I’m afraid it is time for you to die, Assassin, kill him”

“With pleasure”

Fast as a cheetah he lunged for my chest with his dagger, but I countered it with a quick spin to the right and then planted my foot on the assassin’s back and shoved him forwards. I looked down at the floor where this man lay, and I felt satisfied, but my satisfaction quickly faded as I saw him turn around and then summersault over me coming at me with his daggers. He charged but I ducked and grabbed his wrists, twisting them in my hand I yanked the daggers free of his hand and threw him through the wall and out onto the dirt outside. Stepping outside as well, I stared at this man and admired how easy it was to defeat him. Just then I noticed him saying something, “Jason, oh Jason what are you going to do know? All of your family has been murdered, doesn’t that fill you with rage, and make you want to bring justice upon the one who killed them, but you probably don’t even care do you! They might as well be worthless piles of sand in your eyes!” mocked the Assassin.

“No shut up you’re wrong!!” Jason yelled

“No I’m right, and you know I am, it’s true and you can not deny it!” said the Assassin

“NOOOOOOO!!! YOUR WRONG!!!” Jason screamed

Letting forth a furious battle cry I charged at him, but as soon as I did I realized he had intended this, and before I could react he had picked up a nearby piece of metal and thrust it through my chest directly through my heart paralyzed I lay there in a pile still overcoming shock of my heart being stabbed out.

“It is done assassin, now hurry leave him, mid morning is approaching let the sun finish him off” said the Overseer

Waiting until they had left, I gathered all of my remaining resources and raised my arm crying from the pain in my chest I thrust the seeds of the nectross fermentis into the air just as the sun peeked over the horizon, and with my last breath I felt satisfied knowing I had fulfilled my purpose on this earth.

“Wait what’s that smell,” questioned the Overseer

“I don’t know sir,” replied the assassin

“Oh no” said the Overseer in a concerned voice

“What is it?” asked the Assassin

“Jason has released the toxins into the air” said the Overseer

“How is that bad?” said the Assassin

“Well remember, Assassin, when I told that if any of those toxins got released that life as we know it would end?” questioned the Overseer.

“Yes sir” answered the Assassin

“Well this is why, many years I discovered, in some ancient textbooks, that our ancestors knew of the plant that Jason carried around, and they said that the toxins wouldn’t bring back life, it would eradicate it.
Link to Zine

TT reflection

project decription
the assignment was each of the groups mele and charlotte assigned us, were given a certain civilization and, we had to choose either a boat, a trebuchet, or a water transportation system. that would benefiit our civilization in some way.

process
well the first step we took to the assembly part of our TT project was think of and design a frame for our boat, eventually we decided to make the frame out of PVC piping. the second step we took was, well put together our boat. and then when it came to exibition night we set our boat up in the exact spot we made it in, and showed it off for everyone and explained the process of how our boat came to be.

reflection
i think the main thing i learned was how to work on a project this big with others and not become overly stressed. the biggest challenge i encountered was actually getting all of what we needed to be able to actually build our boat. if i could have changed anything i think i wouldnt have because its was good to work with others u dont normally work with. the main way this will help we in the future, is that i have had more experiance working with others and build a major project with others and experiancing the way thay work well with other.

artifact

 this is a pic. of us talking to people about our boat

My Academic Goals for Mysics

goal #1: Try harder on the unit packet coversheets
first step: to the work inside the packet the day im suppost to and not procrastinate.
goal #2: keep track of my things in class better
first step: pay attention harder so i can track whats going on
goal #3: ask for help more
first step:

Hero project description

How does a hero become a hero?

 A hero becomes a hero by doing something that inspires someone to idolize them in a sort of way that is a little astray from worship. But a hero is a only a hero in the eyes of the person/people that idolizes them.

Project description 

i think the "Hero in my eyes" project was a way to see who we idolize and what we believe a hero is, to see our different hero and what some people do to become a hero, and what we would do to make sure they know we are inspired by what they did.

Process

the most effective habits i used while writing this project was to focus on the task at hand. If the teacher gave us a " thing" to do i went right to it, most of the time, but the point is that its a very useful skill to learn if you have trouble turning things in.

Reflection

i think one of the challenges i encountered was getting everything in on time because in retrospect, it was a lot of work to do. I think somethings I would have done different was i would have written more of my homework during the hero in my eyes assignment down in my planner. writing stuff in my planner is a really good way to keep my homework organized, and so i don't forget what it was or forget to look on the DP's.

Artifact

Hero in my eyes post 

 my hero


















  

Saving a Child

It was Sunday afternoon, and my first drive to my cousin Michael’s house. My mom told me every year that the McClellan’s had a huge block party and soon I would be able to go to it. She also talked about the dog they had and that Michael’s mom was her sister. But she didn’t talk about Michael’s dad so much, so I had to shape an image of him with my mind, but the image I had formed was nothing like what I saw him as. Corey McClellan was tall, and loomed over me like a bird does to a bug about to strike, He wore a dark gray/blue shirt with a collar. His pants were also a dark shade of tan. His voice was as strong as an ox but as calm as a drop of rain. He had a constant vigilant glare that let me know he was watching me. I had only observed him for a few moments before he walked away. As he paced off into the distance, I noticed a slight flick of his pointer finger, like he had constantly pointed his finger at wrong do-ers in his house.

As I cavorted around the McClellan’s house I thought about what went on in this family’s life before they had this beautiful house. So to chide my sensation of asking every single person in this house what there life was like, away, I simply just asked Michael’s dad, Corey, what his life was like. But before I could finish my sentence, he started telling me a ridiculously complicated story about the first time he saved someone’s life. It was told a little like this…

“Back when I was twenty-seven and I had a job as a lifeguard, I could remember the day when I first saved someone’s life, it was an afternoon on a Sunday; I was off duty. As I lay there on the beach watching the sun cake the water with rays of light a faint cry beseeched my calmness, “Corey! Corey! come quick!” I soon noticed the caller to be my friend Tim. He had found a young girl about the age of nine who had fallen in a hole before the tide had risen and knocked herself out. She wasn’t breathing properly so we had to perform CPR for what I assumed was twenty or so minutes. Eventually when the water had risen a few feet we layed the little girl on a surfboard and paddled her back to a rescue boat called “the Outrage.” As the boat came into port we noticed the girl still wasn’t breathing right again so we did CPR on her until the child’s breathing calmed. All the while I felt a wave of nausea, and pity race through my body, which was unfamiliar to me. But I pushed those emotions out of my body and said to myself “I must focus on saving a life not my petty emotions.” As we were coming up to the shore I noticed lifeline there waiting for us to bring them the girl. When we handed her over to lifeline they took her to a hospital to be cared for.

We waited patiently for them to call, but no call came. I looked over at Tim, and tried to engage him in conversation to take my mind off the knot in my stomach, but he was too transfixed on the telephone to even notice my existence. I grunted at him, knowing he wouldn’t hear me, and got up. I strolled over to the restroom, walking as gently as possible to try and calm my nerves. My hand squeezed around the door handle, I felt its cool surface being protruded by my sweat, and I suddenly realized how hot I was. As I was about to enter the bathroom I heard a silent ringing and then a high pitched yelling from behind me, “Corey! Corey! They said she’s alive! she’s alive!” A wave of joy flew over me and I raced to my friend and jumped up and down with glee. “We did it Tim, we are hero’s, so to speak.””

Origin of Zero

The number 0 simply does not exist, why? it just doesn't. I'm right your wrong end of discussion!
well I guess thats not the end of our discussion. will still have to discuss you invented zero. well the answer is no one did, its just a virtual representation of a number between -1 and 1, and
what scientists put on a calculator so we know thats what we start at when we use one, and yes overall its the government's fault and its all part of their plan to brainwash us so they can destroy the world!!!!!! ya its shocking i know.

Literary Devices

           Destiny designs reality

Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting. As she stumbled towards he boy, Angela noticed the ends of his lips curl up to reveal three rows of sharp, crisp white teeth fresh with the blood of his latest devoured victim. As she got closer and closer to the demon child, the wet grass kept sticking to the souls of her shoes, pace by pace slowing her down like they were reaching out with the small green fingers, trying to stop her from reaching the side of this sin of nature.  But she could not stop destiny. She knew she was destined to lead this creature into the real world, she knew the boy would react in violence to how the commoners treated him. They would think him an abomination; and they would cast him away like he was trash waiting for the compacter. Angela turned her head to face her friends, and saw the looks of sadness on they faces, knowing their demise was soon to come in the near future of cataclysmic catastrophes, that involved Angela and this demon boy. She finally turned away from her friends and propped herself next to the boy and said "come with me young master, your destiny awaits."

Vignette

One Moment in Time

I smiled as I glided over the water; I looked up at the sun as it bathed my body with rays of light. Suddenly I felt my board slide from under me, and my smile faded from my face and I felt a searing pain shoot through my body starting from my left side until it reached my right shoulder muscle. I blacked out.

I awoke to a rumbling of metal against metal. I realized I was in my mom’s car, and by the direction of the road we were taking I guessed we were headed to Scripps hospital. I wondered why might she be driving to Scripps? Then reality hit me like a bull made of led! I had somehow injured myself during surfing badly enough to be sent to the hospital. I blacked out again.

My vision blurred as I gained a perception on what was around me and I noticed I was in a bed in a hospital. I glanced out the door at the people passing by outside that I’ve never seen before, why was I here? I thought. I noticed a figure standing across the room from me, with a grin on his face; hmm I wonder what he could want? But I didn’t have time to give myself an answer before I drifted into blackness again. As I regained consciousness I heard someone whispering my name, “Mitch, Mitch?” I realized who it was, it was my mom and my aunt and my cozen. I saw that my brother wasn’t there, I wondered why? But now was not the time to care I had others who wanted to be with me in my time of need.

Soon after I got settled I kept track of how long I had been in the hospital and what my schedule was. First my doctor would come in and see if my blood transfusion was in my arm properly, then every night at around one AM people would come to me and draw my blood from my right arm like vampires. I would black out, and wake up to the sound of my dad or my mom coming in and resting on the bead next to me, and I would try to get up but they would tell me to stay lying down until the doctors said it was ok for me to walk. This cycle repeated until I was ready to go home for the first time in weeks.

This was a time covered with pain and it is full of questionable topics and sadness. But if there’s one thing I remember from that week is that from that point on I had to eat healthier than I had recently.

Metal, Roar, Shrieks and Mumurs

It begins as a loud scratching noise, like a broken record set on repeat until it's batteries die. then a crash interrupts the scratching fingers with abrupt rudeness. As if a great beast is ripping its kill apart, while someone who appeases violence watches. Then the reverberating sound of the pitter patter of a high pitched sound comes into view along with a brushing sound much like that of human begging for water but his mouth is to dry to talk. after you settle into the constant hushing voices, you are struck my a helicopter taking flight right outside you bedroom window. You try and sleep but the "slam, slam" of someone closing the doors to your cell wakes you and stimulates your nerves. a wave a sound hit you as you imagine your in a graveyard at night and graves are shaking
and the gates of the tomb where wealthy people stay are opening and closing, for no reason but to scare you. Something hits your eardrum, its the faint sound of what seems like a bird, it calls to its master but the master can not be found. grief and sadness overwhelm you as hear the beat of ghostly construction workers, working on a time consuming job that can never be finished. the yell of a gargantuan hits your ear as you fade into oblivion. blackness overwhelms you and fall into nothingness.

The locker problem (Mitch's way)

Mitchell gill

                                                                                                            10/2/09

 

                                                The locker problem

 

The order of the lockers is, open, closed, closed, open, closed, closed, closed, closed, open, closed, closed, closed, closed, closed, closed, open, the pattern of closed lockers goes on and on, adding two closed lockers for every open locker. Open lockers are perfect squares, because they have an odd # of factors. Closed lockers have an even # of factors. Factors = 1, 2, 4, 8, 16 are factors for locker 16, that’s an odd # of factors.

Factors = 1, 2, 3, 6, 9, 18 are factors for 18, that’s an even # of factors. This leads up to 31 lockers being open and 961 being closed.

 

 

Locker 1   Open   odd	Locker 2   Closed   even	Locker 3   Closed   even	Locker 4   Open   odd	Locker 5   Closed   even
Locker 6   Closed   even	Locker 7   Closed   even	Locker 8   Closed   even	Locker 9   Open   odd	Locker 10   Closed   even

Odd = odd # of factors                     even = even # of factors

SLOB Scene addon

I figured it was noon, from where the sun was in the sky. right now was about one day since I ran away from T-ray, so i guessed it was Saturday. By now T-ray had stopped looking for me, so I figured Rosaleen and me could "hitch-hike" to Tiburon. Hitch hiking was a lot harder than I thought it would be, everyone that drove by us was either in to much of a hurry to bother with a black women and a fourteen year old white child, or they didn't care.

After a whole hour Rosaleen and me gave up on hitch hiking and started walking down on the moist grass down the way from the road. its was starting to get late so we layed down and drifted off into blackness of the dream. I awoke to the sound of a man singing a song I've never heard before so I figured it was Catholic or some form of religious speech. he spotted me huddled in the grass, and he stopped and said, " hay there little lady! don't you know how late it is?, your family is going to be very worried about you, you should probably be getting back to them." I rolled my eyes as i thought to myself about how wrong he was.

I couldn't get to sleep after what the man said about my family be worried about me, so I told Rosaleen I was going to walk back to the road to see if anyone driving by would notice me.
I stood there in the crisp blue twilight air for what seemed about another hour, but as i was giving up on hitch hiking a colored man driving a beat-up Chevy truck took pity on me and he slowed down and asked "where you heading."

Order of Operations

1. 3² x 4 + 15 + 16^{0  = 53}
2. 6 x 6 + 15⁰ - 21 = 16
3. 15 x 27⁰ + 6 - 7 = 14

Favorite fictional hero(sorta)

I dont really have a favorite hero person, but i had to choose one so..... I chose Spider man.
Well i chose spiderman because he is cool and has spider-like powers. For those who dont know spiderman,(but im sure you all do), he got his powers by being bitten by a geneticly altered spider. At first he couldn't shoot webs but he made a device thats goes on his arm to make sure he could.

My favorite Spiderman movie is number 3 where spiderman is possesed by an evil side or himself, but he keeps it with him for a while because it makes him stronger. But it was an evil side of him so he had to get rid of it. ya and well that's pretty much all i know about spiderman
besides who is enemies are, Doc Oc and the green goblin and his evil side and i dont know anybody else.I guess thats it.

What is Math and Physics?

What is math?
I think math is a random stream of number that can be put or orginized into a form, from which we can learn from. I wonder who invented math? I surely don't know, but I'm sure some people do. well whoever it was that created math, I don't like them, because we have to learn it, and learning hurts my brain. like this....
What is Physics?
Hmm... Physics is just like math and science but a lot harder. all that atoms and stuff, and like 5 cubed plus (2)8 x 15 + 90= something square rooted....ugg. and u know, stuff like that, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out, (thank god!).

30 things you didnt know about me

1. I'm fifteen
2. I'm a very picky eater
3. I am not ellergic to anything
4. I have only one kidney(because it exploded)
5. I have broken my right arm three times
6. I have broken my left leg only once
7. I am five foot five
8. My favorite game is halo 3/ halo 2
9. I bowl but I love to play billiards
10. I dont like most kinds of meat
11. My favorite movie of all time is transformers 2 and number 1
12. I dont like horror movies
13. I am good at hockey
14. I think my brother is a clone of me (lol?)
15. My shoe size is nine point five
16. This is my first time blogging
17. I'm 25% Irish
18. I love action movies
19. I like to draw
20. I play World Of Warcraft, for the Horde or the Alliance,(I play on Dragonblight) look at the bottom of this page....
    
21. My favorite color is black, but not pure black
22. I have brown/ blackish hair
23. I LOVE chocolate
24. I HATE pinnaple
25. I dont like to wear jeans...
26. I have a Dell at home
27. I dont like to paint, but i like art
28. I used to go to CPMA, before this school
29. I cant think of anything to put in this spot
30. I like football and dont like baseball