Physics
Building and competing in the annual ACLC physics boat race.
Algebra 2
How
we use math in our everyday lives
Every second of everyday people are using math in some way. Math is used to determine everything. Whether it’s the length, height, and width of a chair or the correct measurements of a laptop, we use math every day, all the time. Addition, subtraction, division, and multiplication are the most commonly used styles of math I would think. They are the easier ones and can be used in everyday life. You use addition and subtraction when you go shopping to determine how much money you have and how much you will have after. Multiplication and division can be used for cooking and recipes.
If you think about anything, you can relate it to math. When I’m online, looking at clothes, sometimes I see something that I want to order and I don’t have enough money. So I add up how many allowances I need to have that amount than divide it to find out how many weeks it will take to achieve the amount. Sometimes we use math without even realizing it.
There’s even unconscious math, like when you’re driving and you see a car coming and you realize that you do have enough time to make that left turn, it might be instinct but I think its math! So whether you notice it or not, you most likely use math everyday even if you aren’t a mathematician.
Most people don’t really like math, I’m one of those people. Well, I like math when I understand it. I have come to realize that like art, math is a necessity and our whole world wouldn’t be the same without math. Our world wouldn’t work properly. Math is used every day, without it nothing would work, so even though I hate math, I guess I’m thankful for it.
Every second of everyday people are using math in some way. Math is used to determine everything. Whether it’s the length, height, and width of a chair or the correct measurements of a laptop, we use math every day, all the time. Addition, subtraction, division, and multiplication are the most commonly used styles of math I would think. They are the easier ones and can be used in everyday life. You use addition and subtraction when you go shopping to determine how much money you have and how much you will have after. Multiplication and division can be used for cooking and recipes.
If you think about anything, you can relate it to math. When I’m online, looking at clothes, sometimes I see something that I want to order and I don’t have enough money. So I add up how many allowances I need to have that amount than divide it to find out how many weeks it will take to achieve the amount. Sometimes we use math without even realizing it.
There’s even unconscious math, like when you’re driving and you see a car coming and you realize that you do have enough time to make that left turn, it might be instinct but I think its math! So whether you notice it or not, you most likely use math everyday even if you aren’t a mathematician.
Most people don’t really like math, I’m one of those people. Well, I like math when I understand it. I have come to realize that like art, math is a necessity and our whole world wouldn’t be the same without math. Our world wouldn’t work properly. Math is used every day, without it nothing would work, so even though I hate math, I guess I’m thankful for it.
English.
Who am I here?
In Alameda, I see a quiet small place where nothing is a secret.
At Starbucks, I see kids with coffee and bikers with attitudes.
In the parking lot, I am the cancer filled lungs of those around me.
At Jackson, I wonder about the younger kids hanging around my friends.
At Krusi, I remember old memories of easier times, playing in the school yard.
Under the bridge I am inspired by the rock and paint, the water and the liter.
At Bayfarm School I am the cute, fun, girl from warm summer nights.
At the beach, I see sand, I am itchy and uncomfortable, and the dry, hard sand in my shoes exfoliates my feet.
Behind the Post Office, I sit patiently, the sounds of skateboards smacking against smooth concrete ringing in my ears.
At Blue Bank, I just can’t get enough.
In the Lava Spot, I am the cold air in which surrounds me like a straight jacket.
By McKinley, faded memories of back injuries and new friends fill the mind behind my eyes.
At the 51 bus stop I am the sound of my sunglasses hitting his.
By Nob Hill, I feel the surprise when I tell my friends of my situation.
By Chestnut Street, I am the line between middle school and high school.
At Grand, I am the warm seat in my car, waiting patiently for company.
At Little John Park, I am piggy back rides, and warm spring barbeques.
By St. Charles and Pacific I feel nappy.
At Franklin Park I am stupid.
On Webster I am a hug and a half.
At Ballena I am wrecked plans with interesting outcomes.
At the Encinal football games, I am just another girl wandering around with friends.
On the base I am scrapes and bruises of night skating, and the bright flickered lights of base security.
At ACLC, I am lazy.
At the track, I feel a cool breeze to go with the gentle swoosh of the bay.
At Lincoln Park, I am insidious.
Outside of CVS I am humor, as three police cars show up to stop two girls bickering.
At 7-11 I am a late redbox.
Growing up here, I am who I am.
In Alameda, I see a quiet small place where nothing is a secret.
At Starbucks, I see kids with coffee and bikers with attitudes.
In the parking lot, I am the cancer filled lungs of those around me.
At Jackson, I wonder about the younger kids hanging around my friends.
At Krusi, I remember old memories of easier times, playing in the school yard.
Under the bridge I am inspired by the rock and paint, the water and the liter.
At Bayfarm School I am the cute, fun, girl from warm summer nights.
At the beach, I see sand, I am itchy and uncomfortable, and the dry, hard sand in my shoes exfoliates my feet.
Behind the Post Office, I sit patiently, the sounds of skateboards smacking against smooth concrete ringing in my ears.
At Blue Bank, I just can’t get enough.
In the Lava Spot, I am the cold air in which surrounds me like a straight jacket.
By McKinley, faded memories of back injuries and new friends fill the mind behind my eyes.
At the 51 bus stop I am the sound of my sunglasses hitting his.
By Nob Hill, I feel the surprise when I tell my friends of my situation.
By Chestnut Street, I am the line between middle school and high school.
At Grand, I am the warm seat in my car, waiting patiently for company.
At Little John Park, I am piggy back rides, and warm spring barbeques.
By St. Charles and Pacific I feel nappy.
At Franklin Park I am stupid.
On Webster I am a hug and a half.
At Ballena I am wrecked plans with interesting outcomes.
At the Encinal football games, I am just another girl wandering around with friends.
On the base I am scrapes and bruises of night skating, and the bright flickered lights of base security.
At ACLC, I am lazy.
At the track, I feel a cool breeze to go with the gentle swoosh of the bay.
At Lincoln Park, I am insidious.
Outside of CVS I am humor, as three police cars show up to stop two girls bickering.
At 7-11 I am a late redbox.
Growing up here, I am who I am.
FLI: The Future Leaders Institute
During my Junior year i took a class called FLI, the point of FLI was to do something for someone else, basically. I took old dresses and made them into new dresses. Two friends of mine made clothing lines and i put all three lines together to make a fashion show, all the money from the fashion show was donated to The Princess Project. The Princess Project donates promwear and accessories to local girls who can't afford them. I raised over $1300 dollars which sent approximately 25 girls to prom.
Some before and after pictures of the dresses are shown below.
Some before and after pictures of the dresses are shown below.
Pictures from the fashion show.
After the FLI awards with my teacher Milt and my award.
Leading the dance committee.
The Halloween dance, pictured below.
Second prize winner of the costume contest. (above)
