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Touching Cartoon on the Holocaust

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Please click on the cartoon to enlarge it so you can read the words.  (Once it opens in a separate window you can click it again one more time to make it even bigger.)  Then read this blog post, too.  Holocaust Vocabulary and Concepts Virginia

The Mystery of Math

THE MYSTERY OF MATH One thing that I like about math is that it is so orderly! If you stick with it, things compute. They stay constant and objective. At the same time, math is a marvelous mystery. There is always something new and thrilling to discover. The patterns can be awe inspiring and even beautiful. In so many ways, I can see the hand of a Master Designer (our Gracious Creator) in math. Who else could invent all of the intricacies of geometry or the sense of justice found in algebraic equations? I have had a load of fun computing the sums of digits in multiplication facts. I know this is a bit complicated, but stick with me for a minute. Take a piece of paper, and write the numbers 1 to 20 down the side. In the next column, write the sums of the digits of each number. For example, the digit sum of 11 is 2, the digit sum of 12 is 3, etc. If you get a sum over 9, add the two digits of that number. For example, the intermediate digit sum of 59 is 14, and adding 1 and 4, the final ...

[ Untitled ] a poem by Mary Knowles

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[ Untitled ] A Poem by Mary Knowles I sigh. Poems are hard to write, and I have to write one. I am not exactly a poet, though people guess that I am,     the same people that think I must dance ballet     because my hair is in a bun. I want to be a writer in the future, a newsgirl, but not a poet. But I remind myself, any kind of writing is hard work,    like mentally breaking up earth, plowing fields    and sowing many sentence seeds. With the warm laptop on my lap, the washing machine oscillating    and the finish line in sight, I stare down another assignment. And I like the click of the keys, even when it’s mostly the backspace key,    the lightning of thought striking screen --    and occasionally, as Mark Twain would say,    the lightning strike of the perfect phrase. Someone once said, “When I run, I feel God’s pleasure,”    and I say, when I write, I feel God’s pleasure,  ...