Einstien's Theory of Gravity

Einstien's Theory of Gravity. This theory is incredibly complex and uses alot of high-level math to be acurate. This theory, however, is highly accepted among the field of physics, even more so than Newton's Theory. Why, then, do they still teach Newtonian physics in school? The simple answer to this question is because it's easy. It is also somewhat accurate when comparied to Einstienain physics. The harder question is do we, (me in particular because I'm planning on majoring in astrophysics when I get to college) really want to be taught something that is not accurate. We get these numbers and facts jammed into our head just to find out when we reach higher levels of this class that it's all obsolete? That's just not right.
Lets face it. Those of us that really remember these laws and the rate that things fall at due to gravity are those of us that really enjoy physics! If you ask me the three laws of motion, I can reply with a heartfelt answer. Ask someone that hated physics and got a 30% on the test and they couldn't tell you. They don't care about physics, those of us that do well--and I mean really well--and can actually remember the stuff now probably are interested.
I will now give a very basic and brief description of Einstien's theory. You can follow along with the diagram above, too. Basically what Einstien says is that everything is trying to find its straight path through the space/time continuem. When a large body, like the earth, is in the continuem it warps it in a way by sinking in (embeding in) and thus corrupts it. Everything that's trying to find a straight path is now going to the center of the earth, because it has been warped. That, Einstien concludes, is why things fall to the center of the earth i.e. ground.
Now, for those of you that don't remember your Newtonian physics: What Newton says is that gravity is a force. A force just as basic as friction and pushing and pulling. This force pulls everything toward the ground. This theory is realtivly easy, and thus provides a good way for early physical education to give us the fundementals of gravity. You can probably ask any shmoe on the street what gravity is and they'll respond "The force that pulls us down." Probably not in those words, but they'll say something to that effect. What Einstien says is that gravity basically isn't a force at all! It's rediculous to make those of us that really want accurate (at least as accurate as we can get today) information suffer through these obsolete beliefs. In my opinion, although I love Newtonian physics, it should be taken out of the cirriculum or the fundementals of Einstinian physics should be taught. Thank You.

Christmas Spirit

I temporarally took my last entry offline because I thought it was too personal--and heaven forbid that I actually show some emotion! The truth is that I wrote it at two in the morning when I was having when of those scared attacks and wasn't doing my best. Now, for the replacement entry.
I'm not trying to be unoriginal here, but Christmas is one of my FAVORITE things in the whole world, and I thought I dang well better dedicate a single entry to it, even if a million people have already. What I am trying to do here though, is prove my fellow honors student wrong. Ren, as most of you have read, wrote that he thinks christmas is overrated. Later on he wrote a slight reproach of his entry, because everyone was ganging up on him. In this blog entry he said that "Pessimism is king." I'm going to totally destroy that thought by writing a KILLER entry about how much I love christmas. In otherwords, I'm going to write an optimistic view on christmas.

Christmas is a word superior to all at my house. My mom is the biggest fan of Christmas on the Earth and one word couldn't bring more excitment to her darling little face. Her love of this holiday has spread through her kids and everyone she has touched the life of.
One of the best Christmas I have experienced in my life thus far is when my mom decided that she was really going to impact someone's life. At this point in my life my mom was working as a shelver at Maceys in the middle of the night because of some financial troubles. This alone touched my life but she didn't want to stop there.
A young lady that she worked with was the bacon bringer at her house. Seeing as she worked in the middle of the night at Maceys shelving food, it wasn't enough to provide food for her developing family AND by Christmas presents. Her husband had actually gotten recently layed off, so this $6.50 an hour for four or so hours was there ONLY income. My mom, being the natural claus that she was decided that she wanted to help this woman out. A family going without christmas was like a family going without food to her. A couple days before christmas, my mother, and several others she got involved at her work, brought big shopping baskets full of christmas presents for the woman's family and presented them to her. The woman was so greatful that she started to sob, the thought of her children going without christmas saddened her, but the thought that people cared about her well-being more than she thought was the ultimate gift. My mother provided a christmas for those kids, and just hearing the story touches my heart and makes me realize how important giving is.
For years my sister has sung her heart out at stores all over the state to encourage people to donate toys and money to Toys For Tots. When she heard that there is usually a lack of gifts for teenagers in the family she was upset. Usually in these low income families teens are responsible! They usually either get jobs and provide money, or raise the kids. Them going without christmas was horrible, they should deserve one day where they can just be a kid. My sister started a project called Toys For Teens. She sings all over the state still, but in places where gifts for teens are common. It is a yearly event taken place over several months, and she raises thousands of dollars in gifts for the children that act more like adults. This is what we should be doing at Christmas at times.
There are a few, I won't deny it, that take Christmas as a time to get presents, not give presents. The best thing to do at christmas time is to give--esspecially to those most in need. Christmas lights and music warm spirits and touch people's hearts. It is NOT overrated--just look at all the people that are truely making a difference in people's LIVES durring Christmas. If you think Christmas lights, music, and other festivities are overrated than you should take a good look at the people that really make an impact in people's life. My sister starts Toys for Teens MONTHS before thanksgiving, and my mother is excited and shopping for christmas year round. These people are not to be looked down upon. Think about what Christmas brings when it comes; happiness and joy. A thougt of peace around the globe (at least to the Christain Community) Trying to spread peace and joy around the world is not something to frown at. Next time you look at people that try to bring the christmas spirit earlier in the year think about how you can raise the chrismas spirit, and how chrismas as a whole makes you feel. Don't judge and especailly dislike people that trying to spread love, not crap.
Thank You

Then I realize that it can't be a coincidence.

Following is a very small part of a story I started to write today. It is very obsurd and confusing, but just keep in mind that I wrote the majority of this after midnight. Feel free to comment, good or bad (not too mean though, no use in giving mean critiques) Constructive criticism is very welcome although some of it is not.
EXAMPLES OF BAD CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM:
"Good try"
"I don't understand it."
"I think it was lacking"
"Make it longer."

In other words, please try to help rather than make me feel bad...please. :D.This is a small part of chapter one and the introduction. Everything isn't in place yet and it isn't supposed to make complete sense. If you are going to be constructive please state the problem specifically. I know there is alot things I should fix, and I would love your help. :D! Comment over on the tagboard! Oh yes, and be completely honest. Don't tell me you like it if you don't.
Thanks,
Becca

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I breathe death. It freezes the air; and it scares me. Everywhere I go it follows after me, there’s no escaping it. It makes me have crazy feelings; makes me insane and unproductive. I get so scared sometimes it’s all I can do but collapse. I know I must be strong; so it was written, it must be true. I stay indoors, try to make little contact. Every person I meet and learn to love stabs me in the back, bringing forth more pain and agony then ever imagined. I must find my Utopia.

It started when I was young, barely able to communicate effectively with others. I didn’t mean for it to happen; it was written. It said that I would bring death to all that loved me, thus leading a forbidden life. My family soon perished, not physically but emotionally. They turned me away to find someplace where I would be accepted. They said it was written, therefore it must be true. They said they loved me too much to see me live this life, and they would rather not to see me at all than to suffer. What they don’t understand is that I suffer everyday without them, and will continue to until I find my utopia.

Chapter 1

“You can’t”

“Why not?”

“You know why not.”

The voices alternated, one being mine and the other being the guard’s. He wasn’t letting me in. “I really don’t, sir. Could you refresh my memory?”

“It was written. Now I’m sorry but I can’t let you in. We just can’t deal with this right now.” He turned his back on me and refused to speak when I spoke.

I started toward the next city. It wasn’t different, only a few would actually let me in. I knew that the ones that did had something to give me; not materialistic but emotionally and spiritually. A high good; something intellectual. That’s what I was interested in finding, after all. It hadn’t been long since I was turned away from my family, forced to live a life of lack of love and belonging. I wander, that’s what I do. I bring horror to some towns, and relief to others; some just want to know that what is written is actually true and they aren’t the ones suffering. I suppose seeing my face, dirty and scratched being turned away countless times brings them pleasure. Somehow it’s right to see me loveless.

I had been on my own so long I had forgotten how to make words into sensible sentences. With the aid of a prisoner at a jail in the first city I had visited I learned quickly enough to eventually ask for help. That jailbird was one of the only organisms in the entire town that had tried to trust me, but by the time I had left he was hung, for offering help to something disapproved of. Sometimes I look at these things like they’re not my fault; and then I realize that these things can’t just be coincidences. Several have died offering me aid and love.

Once word of these deaths had spread I was not accepted in many towns. I wasn’t accepted before, but these brought it to an extreme, more than 70% were cruel; a lot more so than the guard I had just spoken to.

Stray Animals

We all know about Stray animals roaming the roads without any rhyme or reason, no home, and no place to belong. They eventually end up dying, because we're too afraid to touch them because of the deadly diseases they contain. My answer to this problem? Sport.
Alot of people go hunting anyway, why not kill two birds (or in this case dogs and cats) with one stone? We can gather them all up using very protective equipment (as not to catch their very fatal diseases), release them in a 3 mile radius (fenced off, of course) and send everyone off hunting. This, of course, provides many things. Sport for the highest race, and an answer to the stray problem. No longer will we have to see these muts wondering around durring the winter, begging for food. No longer will we have to come to an abrupt stop to wait for these evil beasts to make their way across. They won't be an issue! It will save many, many lives and provide entertainment and humor to the society. Thank you.



sat-ire

1. 1. A literary work in which human vice or folly is attacked through irony, derision, or wit.
   2. The branch of literature constituting such works. See Synonyms at caricature.
2. Irony, sarcasm, or caustic wit used to attack or expose folly, vice, or stupidity.

That's right, I'm using satire. It's all a joke, sorry to all of you that might have been offended.