Erosion Project

We were assigned to create a visual and a presentation to go along with the visual. We were assigned the erosion type of glacier erosion. I learn a few vocab words from the Project one of the words i learn was arete meaning sharp ridge or point. my partener that help he craeth the model was jacob tilman.

 

 

 

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Jack is Back

Jack the Ripper is striking again

In a small dark alley, on the second flat, in a dark room, up the stairs and to the left, in the first room on the right sat a woman. She was scrolling through her email at exactly five emails per second. Finally, one caught her attention, email number 567. The email read, “Help, he’s back.” She stared at this for a while. She couldn’t think of a criminal that had been released that she had locked away. She opened up the email. It read:

Dear Private Eye,

We need your help. He’s back, Jack the ripper and he’s worse than ever. He has already murdered two people. I know that this is not the real Jack the Ripper. Jack died a long time ago but someone is pretending to be Jack. They are doing a very good job of it. The whole community is scared. Please help us.”

She read the letter through once, twice, a third time and couldn’t figure out if this was a scam or an actual crime. So she decided to visit the little suburb of White Chapel, England. As she walked past the crummy little cafés and abandoned buildings, she couldn’t help but notice that this would be the ideal place for a someone to hide.

She decided to look around for the Café de Bantam where she was going to meet the mayor and talk. She still had a few hours before the meeting so she decided to explore an old abandoned building. She pulled out her smartphone and began to take some pictures. She walked over to a door that looked like it had been used lately because the seal of rust had been recently broken and the frame was slightly beveled for it had not been all shut all the way. She noticed all these details in a matter of seconds. She decided to swab for fingerprints. She put on her latex gloves and dusted the door handle, took out tape and collected fingerprints. With her gloves still on, she opened the door to the room. It was the same as all of the others but in the far corner was a cane. It was a very nice cane made in England with the wood imported from India. She could tell this by the way the woods grains were staggered at intervals from the harsh rain in the forests of India. She knew that whoever owned the cane had used it, for the gold paint had been worn down on the side. She thought it peculiar that the cane was just sitting there. She wrote all she had deducted in her pocket book. She replaced these thing still wearing her latex gloves and closed the door.

She blew the remaining fingerprint powder off the handle as to not arouse suspicion. She then placed her hand inside her coat and pulled out a small tube of gas that would  loosen her vocal chords to maker he sound like a man. This was her least favorite part of her job, but it had to be done for the world was still very much a sexist place without even knowing it. She tipped the the vial up to her lips and let the gas flow down her throat. Now she said her name, where she lived, and which actor she secretly admired, just to make sure the gas had worked.

Now she was ready for a bit of fun. She closed her eyes and walked out of the building. This was one of the tricks she had taught herself to do. She subconsciously counted her steps and in what direction she was going at the time. She found this skill very useful when in a tight situation. She amused herself by walking down the deserted streets of London. This game was all fun until she ran into a person and walked away jolly red in the face. She neared the center part of town and decides she better open her eyes. When she approach the café, she sat down and ordered tea. She requested Earl Grey for that is all the kind of tea that men drink in England. What kind of sensible person would drink such a nauseating refreshment, she did not know.

Finally the mayor showed up wearing a red blazer and a starched skirt. She sat down and pulled out a fancy leather folder. Unimpressed as it showed no sign of wear and the price tag was still on it, presumably bought today. She explained the two murders. She said the killer had a funny walk and left notes signed as Jack the Ripper. She asked if I had any questions. I had one, it was my only lead. “Did the bodies look as if they had been killed by a blunt object with repeated blows?” “As a matter fact they had been” she responded. “Thank you” I said, and got up and left. I did this to like act like a man, for men are rude and don’t bother with manners.

She walked a few blocks and checked into my hotel for the night. She didn’t sleep at all thinking of all the possibilities there could be to the case. Next morning she walked down to the warehouse where she had earlier seen the Cane she slipped on the latex gloves and open the door to Her surprise, she found a pair of shoes. She walked over them down looking at the shoes intently. She noticed that the sole on the shoe had been worn down more than others.

An eerie sense came over her. She felt like she was being watched. She turned and ran as fast as could she could. As she ran out the front door, she stopped mid stride and her jaw dropped open.

On the ground lay a drop of blood. In fact, a trail of blood. She followed this trail. Sometimes it was more faint than at other times. Finally, it led up to a flat.  She opened the door and ran up the stairs. She pushed open the first door she came to. Inside was something so terrible it cannot be described. She whipped out her phone and called the local police. When they arrived, she was immediately questioned for identification. She took the officer aside and showed him her fake detective ID and detective licence. She made up some lie on how she had smelled the body through the window. She was very careful not to let them see the trail of blood. Finally, the reporters showed up and asked her some questions. She was rudely dismissed from the crime scene. She was very upset about this. She meandered over to the middle of the town and sat down on a park bench thinking, just thinking. “How did he know I was there yesterday? Was he there yesterday? Did he see me? Why leave a trail of blood? Did he try to?” She looked up and stared at the tall victorian home across the park. The home was trying to stand but was very much leaning, leaning on something that was not there. It was crying out for repair. It was screaming for new paint and mourning for a new roof. But all of these thing would still not make the house better. It needed more than just repairs. It needed a loving owner who would love the house. That was the way that she felt. She needed something more, not another mystery to add to her resume not another coat of paint. Something more. She needed love. But where would she find such a thing? Paris? No not there. No man there would walk up to her and ask her to be married. Well that was something else to think about for another time. Right now, she had a mystery to solve. She decided to return to the abandon building, but this time she had a trick up her sleeve.

She returned to her hotel room and opened her suitcase for a disguise. She would be a tramp and find some others around town and pay them to play along for a while. They were easy enough to bribe. They needed money and food. So she set off to find some tramps. She found on tramp on the corner of the street, and she asked him if he wanted to work for her for a few pounds. He agreed to for 15 pounds. She said all they had to do was settle down and sleep in the old building she had found. They started to walk around town until it was dark and then they would go “sleep” in the building. It was a undercover stake out. But she did not tell them anything about that. When it was dark, they hobbled over the the building and opened the door and crawled onto the floor. Soon the tramp fell asleep dreaming of the things he could do with the 15 pounds he had earned. But she remained awake waiting for Jack. He never came. She got up and went and looked in the room.  There lay a pair of reading glasses and a map with a little red dot on it. She immediately knew that this was where Jack would strike again. She whipped out her cell phone and once again called the police and listed the address on of the dot on the map. She hurried out of the building as soon as possible. She had to get to her hotel and changed super fast. When she was in some respectable clothes, she jumped in her rented Mini Cooper. She drove as fast as she could without breaking the speed limit over to the point on the map. She was just about to the point located on the map. Ahead she could see some red and blue flashing lights.  She slowed to a good 15 miles per hour. All of a sudden, she saw a man limp out of the door, handcuffed. She knew immediately that he had been caught. She knew he would not be in jail for long because this was all too easy.

There was something more to the mystery she couldn’t place her finger on. She decided to go back to the warehouse where this had all started. She drove up to the parking lot and parked the car and got out. She pulled out a flashlight from the glove compartment and looked at the trail of blood once more. It was more faint now but still definite. She continued up the sidewalk and then all of a sudden stopped two sidewalks squares before the door. She had not noticed this when she was running. She paused to examine the sidewalk square. It was like any others, gray old small bits of old rust from metal that had sat there and had to gotten wet in the rain. She felt her finger around the edges of the sidewalk. All of a sudden on the left side near the top, was a small hole. She could just fit her finger in it, and she pushed it in a little bit more.  All of a sudden, the sidewalk to square move up slightly. She pulled a finger completely out of the sidewalk and the square lifted up all the way and folded back onto the other sidewalk square. Inside was a staircase leading downward. She turned on the flashlight once again and started down the stairs. The sidewalk tile reposition itself above her, and she was covered in darkness except for her flashlight. She continue down the stairs for a few more steps, and the stairs leveled off until she got to the tunnel. This tunnel was running below the building and led into a small dimly lit room with pictures and photographs. There were strings connecting each one. On the far side was a rack filled with knives and guns. In the left corner on the ceiling, was a trap door with a iron rung ladder leading up to the door. This must have been how the killer entered the room and placed his object every day without her noticing.  The craziest thing was the neatly stacked hundred dollar bill pile in the far corner of the room that filled a pallet.  She whipped out her cell phone for the third time. that week she call the police telling where she was and how she had gotten there. Now she decided to do a little bit more exploring. It was a small chunky little bed in the corner and on the table was a chess set, and leaning next to the entryway was the cane she had seen earlier. She decided she better go and meet the police at the top of the sidewalk and show them down to the tunnel. When she went back up the stairs, she found that she could not lift the square of sidewalk or access the button for the joint between the ground and the sidewalk square was covered. She ran back into the room and climbed up the ladder. There was a lock on the top of the trap door. She banged and banged on it for a few moments. All of a sudden, she heard a gruff voice say, “One moment, I’ll be there to help you. I’ll have to pry this thing off.” The voice sounded familiar but was muffled because of the trap door. Finally after a few minutes, the old wood was pride from around the lock and the trap door was lifted. By that time, the sounds of silence the answer had grown clearer. It was the tramp who pride off the door hearing the noise of the pounding that had woke him up. Boy, was she glad she did not awaken him when she left. When she showed the police everything, she had discovered she was politely sent home and would be notified when the details were worked out. She returned to her Mini Cooper and sped away to the train station and took the 5 o’clock train back to the heart of London and hailed a taxi cab and returned to her flat.

A few weeks later, she received a letter in the mail explaining why and what motive “Jack” had. Jack, also known as a man in the town by the name of Arthur Kent, was taking a nightly walk around the block when he tripped and fell on the sidewalk square. He got up and the sidewalk opened and he went down the passage and at the end of the hallway discovered a pile of money. He did a bit of research on the building and discovered it was an old papermill.  It mysteriously had lost billions of dollars in money and went bankrupt and one of the employees had stolen it. He decided to keep the room a secret to himself. He made a list of all the people who had heard seen or been in contact with the employee who had stolen the money. He needed to eliminate them before he could spend the money without arousing suspicion. That was the pictures on the wall in the room. He used Jack the Ripper as a cover for it was in that town that Jack had begun his horrible murders. Arthur Kent was sentenced to jail for life, wanted for murder and conspiracy. And for the best part of the note, she would be receiving all the money which was found in the room because the owner of the company was dead and had no relatives. Well, she thought to herself, I guess Paris isn’t too far away.

Corte Suprema

Corte Suprema

Este pasado semana hicimos una prende corte suprema yo fue una Juez. El caso que trabajamos era el caso de Elonis. El hizo una amenas en Facebook. estibamos decidiendo si el una real amenaza o no. yo creo que esta era una amenaza.

The holy spirit

The first appearance of the Holy Spirit was when Jesus was baptized. He came from heaven in the form of a dog and said this is my son whom I am well pleased. The Holy Spirit Is a gift from God he talked about this gift right before he ascended into heaven. The gift was later given to us a pentacost. The gift of the Holy Spirit was sent to us to help make more disciples. The first gift of the Holy Spirit gave was the gift of many languages so other people could understand the Bible.

Everyone is entitled to the gift of the Holy Spirit the Holy Spirit was sent to us by God to comfort us to lead us. The Holy Spirit is everywhere we go at home at church on the road. The Holy Spirit is a gift from God who works alongside the angels protecting us from the evil of the world. The Holy Spirit is part of the Trinity. The Holy Spirit is mentioned several times in the Bible and is sometimes referred to as the Holy Ghost or
God’s Spirit.

jesus last words

A major part of Jesus’ last words is jesus is thinking of others while he is dying on the cross this is crazy in my opinion he is trying to make others ore confutable while he has NAILS in his hands and feet and is trying to recover from the roman lashings this truly is not a human he is thinking of others while he is dying on the cross.