Science Journal #2

The goal of our polymer is to create a material that is able to safely envelop the furniture and deflect any driving force. Our target audience is parents with kids, preferably from the 1-6 range, as they are prone to injury. this makes the house a lot safer for children as they discover their motor functions. Gloop works best as it is solid yet yielding and has enough elasticity to deflect force.

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Science Journal 1

This is a research journal post

Key terms

Polymer: a substance that has a molecular structure consisting chiefly or entirely of a large number of similar units bonded together, e.g., many synthetic organic materials used as plastics and resins.

Synthetic materials: Substance made by chemical synthesis, especially to imitate a natural product

Natural resources: Resources that exist without human interference.

Monomer: a molecule that can be bonded to other identical molecules to form a polymer.

Examples of natural resources



Natural Gases (duh it has natural in the name)

Examples of synthetic materials


Made to sort of mimic cotton


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Artificial Sweetener (mimic Sugar)

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Synthetic Rubber (mimic Real rubber)

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They Can’t Kill Us Until They Kill Us

“So many of us begin tortured and end tortured, with only brief bursts of light in between, and I’d rather have average art and survival than miracles that come at the cost of someone’s life.” – Hanif Abdurraqib (999)

Life and death, love and loss, attrition and mortality, music, sports, culture. Nothing escapes the ever-expanding lense of Hanif Abdurraqib. In a series of short stories, essays, and the sort, he opens up in a manner so shockingly honest that you cannot help but feel that at times you are intruding in his mind. No topic is left untouched as he flows seamlessly through transitions from one thought to the other,  transcending change in emotion and tone. At his best, the short stories are infused with nostalgia, marinated in memories of past and submerged in the bottomless depth of his mind. Ultimately, this is a book steeped in bittersweet memories, bold observations, and beautiful grief. And yet, for someone that deems himself an “ultimate cynic” (many remarks such as “We’re all going to die” –Hanif Abdurraqib (1033)  the book has an undercurrent of hope. An aching longing for better days, for hope, for the bright rays of joy to pierce the nigh unsurmountable veil of doubt.

I chose to design and recreate the room of Hanif because often times a room can give you small glimpses into the intricacies and workings of one’s mind, and a look at their state of mind. As someone who is portrayed in the book as one perhaps…obsessed for lack of better words with the idea of mortality, the essence of being humane, the analysis of emotion through music and art, I attempted to portray this in designing his room. A multitude of posters of musicians and musical pieces, a guitar, the computer playing Princes “Purple Rain” All goes to show his love for music. The signs next to his bed show a side of him that is often overlooked, one that hopes, one with a sense of humor. Finally the notebook. I imagined him having something like this to draw, vent, write down his thoughts in, and many of the drawings I chose to show are slightly dark as that is mainly what is shown throughout the book, an introspective thinker, and cynic. In the end, the depths of his mind and thinking were simply too bottomless to fathom and display in the form of designing parts of a room, but I still did try and had fun.


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Tunisia Unbound

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Bloodiest Revolution In History

The Syrian War was extremely important as it is a part of the Arab spring, a revolution that is considered one of the bloodiest revolutions in history, involving multiple countries in the middle east and the rest of the world, casting light on many corrupt dictatorships in the middle east, encouraging the people to rise up against their oppressors. It is also extremely important as this is one of the conflicts that are still ongoing today. This rebellion has run its course over nearly 7 years and is definitely worth the time used researching it. What had changed because of this rebellion, is that people are now actively speaking out and working against the corrupt governments, fighting to free themselves from their oppressive leaders. However, not everything has changed for the better…The circumstances in Syria has worsened, as the government has taken to barrel bombing and chemical bombing civilian buildings and public areas. Many corrupt leaders still technically stay in power, despite this revolution.

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The Answer

“There’s still a lot of good in the world. Tell Dally. I don’t think he knows. Your buddy, Johnny. (Hinton, 64)” Nothing gold can stay and this phrase from Robert Frost has never felt so true when Johnny Cade, a “lost puppy” and a “puppy that has been kicked too many times.” only 16 years old, but already beaten down by the cruelty of life, dies.

The phrase Nothing Gold Can stay means that nothing good lasts forever, and is used to emphasize the fact that Johnny, the gang’s dearest friend, once innocent and vulnerable, the ones that had made them more human, better people…is gone. Nothing gold can stay also refers to how Youth and Innocence can never be retained, and will eventually be taken. (Johnny lost his innocence upon killing a Soc, and his youth upon dying) Johnnys death has the largest impact on Dally who was tougher, colder, and meaner than the rest of the gang. Dally saw Johnny as a pure friend, gentle and kind…Everything he could have been if not due to circumstances that left Dally on the streets.

This eventually pushes Dally to commit police-assisted suicide, by forcing the police to shoot him. A millennial caught up and overwhelmed by life, changed by circumstance, pressured and forced into a mold that he didn’t fit originally…Begins to feel like everything is spiraling out of control, that he is losing control of his life…that he can’t control how his life goes and how he lives it…So he seizes control the only way left…thinking he should at the very least control how his life ended. “I knew he would be dead because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted.” (154)

Sound familiar? That’s probably because suicide is the third-leading cause of death among millennials. A generation coping with high levels of stress, low income, stagnation, and limited resources. As well as this, Millennials are reporting the highest levels of clinical anxiety, stress, and depression than any other generation at the same age.  S.E Hinton paints a vivid picture in “The Outsiders” to mirror this, albeit exaggerated slightly. The characters in “The Outsiders” bear striking similarities to millennials (albeit younger).

We’re the middle children of history man, no purpose or place, we have no Great war, no Great depression, our great war is a spiritual war, our great depression is our lives.” (Fight Club Movie)…sometimes the pain of living in a world that actively rejects you is too much. To some, there is tremendous value in dying on your own terms, to know you still have some ounce of control. To many millennials, to Dallas Winston…maybe, just maybe…

The answer…Maybe Self-Improvement wasn’t the answer…Maybe Self-Destruction was.

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The Making Of A Murderer

“I am a greaser. I am a JD and a hood. I blacken the name of our fair city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society. Man do I have fun!” (Hinton, 116). The Greasers, poor, rough hoodlums on the outskirts of society… Hard-headed and tough, they stick out like a sore thumb with their greased, long hair, denim and leather clothes, and general air of delinquency and danger. The Socs, privileged and embraced by society, with all the lucky breaks and the perfect environment to flourish. The divide in society may as well have been the size of the Grand Canyon. Each unable to understand the other side, they engage in gang warfare to settle their differences. Decades of prejudice and vendettas led to this point. Ponyboy (a main character) and Johnny (another main character) are jumped by a Mustang full of Socs that had once nearly beaten Johnny to death. Overwhelmed by the Socs, Johnny is beaten down while the Socs, drunk and belligerent decide to turn their focus to Ponyboy using…Waterboarding. While Ponyboy is on the verge of drowning and passes out, Johnny is terrified to the point where he drew his 6-inch switchblade (which he carries around due to the trauma caused by the Socs before) and kills a Soc.

This book emphasizes how our serious out societal divides are, and without any authority figures to guide the youth, how desperate the situation can become. “They used to be buddies, I thought, they used to be friends, and now they hate each other because one has to work for a living and the other comes from the West Side. They shouldn’t hate each other…” (122) But they do. The Outsiders by S.E Hinton is a gripping novel that emphasizes the shortcomings and blemishes of our society, all while taking you on an exciting journey of fights, melancholy, self-discovery, angst, depression, and death. Many teens experience death in this book, and while you know that they were only fictional, you can’t help but feel they had left the world too soon. “I knew Dally was dead, because Dallas Winston always got what he wanted, and he wanted to die”(154)

Sources (for iMovie):

The hazards of the “American Teenager”

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New Religion: Stalinism

Journal August 25th, 1939

Vincent – Sergei

A man of steel who rules with an iron fist. Someone who had shortly after Lenin’s death, begun to gain power, influence, and supporters. Somewhat akin to a snowball, getting larger and larger as it rolls down the hill, ever-growing size and momentum. Stalin. He will bring change to Russia, and he will make it a world superpower. He had signed a non-aggression treaty with Germany, siding us with another powerful force. As a soldier, I cannot trust Hitler. Normally, this treaty would be worth less than the weight of the paper. Never trust another powerful leader…Trust no one …but a man such as Stalin does not make misjudgments, and if he believes this is what is right then it is the correct decision. People in the streets rejoice, and the military is pleased to have made yet another advantageous deal.

Stalin is a great leader…and yet, he feels the need to become larger than life. To become similar to a god. Inserting himself into all the major victories and battles in history; by his account, playing a monumental role in each…and yet he didn’t. I was there in the battles, risking my life to uplift Russia, killing my own countrymen to ensure our future…and Stalin chooses to disrespect our legacy, our role in victory to further exalt himself. This, I do not approve but the people must have a strong leader, they must have complete faith, they need a beacon to pin their hopes to. So for the sake of the country…I have helped propagate these stories. In the reign of Stalin much has changed since the rule of Lenin and Trotsky.

In 1925, to my shock, Trotsky resigned from his post in the government. A man who could help our country has relinquished the ability to do so. My disappointment could not be put into words. Trotsky could no longer be relied on. Stalin had shown me that much. Stalin soon took his rightful leadership position, the one that a man of action and influence such as him deserved. He has handled and nipped possible wars with China and Britain in the bud. He exiled Trotsky, a man I am ashamed of once following and believing in. To oppose Stalin, to hear him publically speak out against Stalin, the future of Russia is a disgrace. The mere thought of Trotsky now brings to mind a sour mood and a snarl on my face. Disgusting. A man now working to cripple Russia…Unforgivable. In Stalin’s rule, his many decisions have brought prosperity and opulence. The ending of the NEP, the beginning of the 5-year plans, had made Russia a leading industrial nation. Liquidating the Kulak, and beginning the process of collectivization has brought greater yields than ever on the farms…and yet, some people still opposed. They rebelled, killing animals and purposefully destroying food products and crops. Could they not see that they were attempting to ruin our age of good fortune and excess?!

Alas, with such fanatics and extremists attacking the food supplies…A famine came upon us. Stalin was left with no choice but to set up gulags. More effort, a larger workforce was needed. So the criminals were worked to the bone. They had opposed the growth of Russia, so now they must work 10 times as hard to aid it. The great purge of 1936 cleansed the top brass of any traitors and dissenters, a process that I personally oversaw. Refusing to admit their crimes, I had to…use some unorthodox methods. Perhaps I should not have enjoyed such torture as much as I had. But to be able to hurt the enemies of Russia, punish them for their deeds…The crunching and splintering of bones. The spilling, spattering of blood against the cold stone floors. The metallic scent of blood mixed with sweat, tears, shame, and agony. The crushing of both the mind and body of a traitor. Was simply…euphoric.

Now back to the present, the non-aggression treaty with Germany. Suddenly I wheeze, and keel over. Wretched coughs wracking my body…I felt my chest tighten, my knees buckling. My heart skips a beat. Gasping for air that is not there, my fingers contort, curl and uncurl as I desperately reach out for something, anything that could support me. My vision begins to blur. The room sways, distorting as my legs, my arms, my very lungs, and heart. Failed me.

Is this the end?

NO. I steeled myself. I lay, recovering on the floor for many minutes. I will not fall. I am Sergei Yevtushenkov, the loyal soldier, an unmoving wall, the man who was head of the Red Terror. When I leave this earth, it will be on both feet, not knees in the dirt.  However, even if I do not die today, I will one day. I am an old man now, wrinkles, blemishes, and fading hair color. 53. with developing heart problems. My time is near.

I do not know for certain exactly what the future may hold, and whether I will be there to see it. But I know that under Stalin’s rule, the golden age that has dawned is not going to end anytime soon. The Eagle, Germany. The Bear, Russia. Apex predators joining forces. Russia under the rule of others was dormant, weak…But now the bear has awoken from hibernation, and it is hungry…

Image Sources:

The Great Leap Forward: The Rapid Industrialisation of the Soviet Union between 1927 and 1940


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The Invisible Gorilla: Mapping The Mind


The mind is not what it seems…When someone says illusions, what do you think? Most likely your mind went to a magician, flashy magic tricks, giant grandiose gestures and flourishes.

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Dangers Of Using Drugs To Alter Body Shape

There are many dangers in using substances to alter body shape, and one of the rather obvious ones would be unintended side effects. For example, steroids will cause your body to further intensify effects of glaucoma, cause cataracts, thinning of skin, mood swings, cysts.

The consequences of drugs on your body are horrific, so yeah.

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