Step-Stair Investigation For my GCSE Maths coursework I was asked to investigate the relationship between the stair total and the position of the stair shape on the grid. Secondly I was asked to investigate the relationship further between the stair totals and the other step stairs on other number grids. The number grid below has two examples of 3-step stairs. I will use Algebra as a way to find the relationship between the stair total and the position of the stair on the grid. I will
Fear in Cellar Stairs Poetry is about emotion -- not only the emotion displayed in the many layers of a poem's language, but also the emotional layers created in the reader. Some poetry can be light and happy, other poetry can be ecstatic and ethereal; and at the opposite extreme, poetry can be dark and downright threatening. Such a poem is "Cellar Stairs" by the contemporary poet Thomas Lux. "It's rickety down to the dark," states the first line. The poem starts out with
Number Stairs: Totals and Positions When I have worked out the formulas for 5 different size stairs on 3 different grid sizes, I will go on to investigate the relationship between all of the formulas. From this I will be able to discover the ultimate formula that will allow me to work out any stair size on any size grid and in any position. As any other formula I will need to predict and prove it, to check that it is correct. But I also need to investigate if there is anywhere on the
Stair Shape on a 10x10 Number Grid Introduction For this investigation I will be investigating the relationship between no. total and stair no. on a 10x10 number grid. I will also be comparing results when the stairs are moved around the grid, finding patterns that may occur. Method A diagram of the stair shape is shown below. There are three numbers on the bottom layer, two on the second and one on the top, starting from left. The stair no. will be identified by the number in the
"Christopher'' My mother and father shouted from down stairs. I jumped out of my bed and peered at my alarm clock. I was just bale to see it as I the darkness of the winter mornings had taken over my room. "Christopher" this time it was shouted louder. "I am up" I shouted back not quite as loud as I may have got in trouble. I could not be bothered to have a shower this morning so I just slipped on my clothes and headed for down stairs. As I was walking I had felt something rough pass
The Percy Jackson and the Olympians series by Rick Riordan helps me connect with new friends, but also creates resiliency. The Harry Potter series by J.K Rowling helps me develop my sense of morality. Furthermore, Padma Venkatraman’s Climbing the Stairs introduces me to new cultural and social values. Finally, my experience with Suzanne Collins’ The Hunger Games produces self-awareness of my own status in society and builds empathy for the less fortunate. Therefore,
roof, and the paint is chipping from years of wind and snow. The house was constructed on the slope of the mountain, and a long flight of stairs must be climbed to reach the first floor. The deck extends from the house on three sides, on both the first and second floors. It is a grand old house. Watching my step carefully, I climbed up the long flight of stairs to the first floor. I reached my hand out to grab the handrail, only to pull it away quickly as I received a sharp prick from the rough
Our Mountain Cabin The ruckus from the bottom of the truck is unbearable, because of the noise and excessive shaking. As we slowly climbed the mountain road to reach our lovely cabin, it seemed almost impossible to reach the top, but every time we reached it safely. The rocks and deep potholes shook the truck and the people in it, like a paint mixer. Every window in the truck was rolled down so we could have some leverage to hold on and not loose our grip we needed so greatly. The fresh clean
she knew the part of Chic that she lived in really well. They were only walking for a little bit. How did we get to a place I don’t recognize at all, she thought. She was following Jest into a light pink building. They went up two flights of red stairs, and down a hall. The floors, walls, and ceiling of the hall were royal blue. They came to an emerald door. Jest told Bliss to open it. As Bliss opened it, she was shocked at how white the room was. There was nothing in the room except a magenta
The aroma must have reminded my mother to afford the roast a checkup, for she had abandoned the laundry and was ascending the stairs. Now, I don’t believe much in the extrasensory, but I distinctly remember having a bad, bad feeling when my mother traversed the last step. Whatever this premonition may have been, it had me at my feet and waiting at the bottom of the stairs for a scream I already knew was coming. No foreshadowing could have prepared me for it, though. Her scream hit me like a cy-
initially uses the first stanza to convey then threatening nature of his mothers tenement home, referring to: 'the second turning of the stony stair.' At this point, Crichton Smith effectively employs alliteration on the words 'stony' and 'stair.' Using harsh sounds to emphasise the harsh nature of the place. In addition to this the poet also uses the phrase 'stony stair.' Which also has double meaning - referring both to the cold hard stone and also to threatening looks from other inhabitants. Furthermore
could see visible people trapped. Captain Merk yelled to the back “prepare to go in.” We arrived on scene and we could here people yelling about someone trapped on the 2nd floor. My partner and I entered structure thru the back and proceeded up the stairs. We made our way thru the hallway checking every door we came upon. We got to the end of the hallway and could hear someone screaming and coughing from the last door on the left hand side. We made our way into the room and my partner and I started
part of a book of poems entitled The Passages of Joy. "Donahue’s Sister" begins with the two characters, a man and a woman (presumably Donahue and his sister), encountering each other at the head of the stairs. The first two lines read, "She comes level with him at / the head of the stairs," and indicate a sense of competition and tension between the two people. Immediately, it is apparent that there is a power struggle going on between the man and the woman. At this point, the reader has not
He faked her by mimicking Doc. Stair when Doc. Stair was away and made her come to doctor’s office. By the way he and some of his friends hid near the office and laugh at her when she realized the trick. They made fun of her till she got home. Later, when Paul learned this he told the whole story to Doc. Stair. He replied Paul that he would make Jim suffer some how : "It’s a chinch Doc went up in the air and swore he’d make Jim suffer" These words from Doc. Stair may well encourage such a person
foyer was a door that led to the kitchen. The kitchen was old a musty smelling. As I walked to the back of the kitchen, I noticed a door. I stared at it. A second later it opened! I ran out of the kitchen as fast as I could and ran up the stairs. Up stairs it was even darker. I saw a long narrow hallway with a lot of doors on both sides and on the end. I checked all of the doors and I could only get into one of them. I walked into the one that I could get into and heard someone yelling and
old wood has been replaced with that of a new house. The other room has the same enhancements, except there is only one king size bed and an old wood dresser replacing the two beds that once were. The large hole that allowed me to look down to the stairs has been patched and looks as thought it never existed. Each of these rooms holds a different and serene meaning both for me and for the three generations of my family that use it. Each meaning holds a different story, ranging from funny to sad
floors all met at one central hub, the long flight of stairs that you first see when you enter the actual building through the main entrance. My first real impression was the flock of countless students hoovering around a single notice board, hurrying to find their classrooms. The large crowd didn’t make it any easier to find myself around and where I was to go but I found out my classroom was on the C floor. After going up another flight of stairs I found myself in a long corridor stretching itself
class about earlier in the day, albeit with a few more and older people watching. My first surprise came as I opened the door of lecture hall 206 and saw all the students sitting on the stairs. I myself was relegated to sitting at the very top of the stairs, near the door, with other students sitting on nearly every stair all the way down. As soon as I sat down I was immediately drawn into the lecture by Dr. Bass’s immense passion and visible love for his field of work. My second surprise came as I listened
delivered a frosty appearance on the glass as my eyes strained to see my mother step out of her car. My toes ached with pain as I fought to stay in view with the outside world. Too late. I could already hear my mothers graceful footsteps ascend the stairs. She carefully opened the door that entered my kitchen, and I flung myself into her arms. My mother yelped with shock and a hint of exhaustion, “Meggie honey, Mommy is very tired. Please be a little more careful next time.” “Mommy! Mommy! Daddy bought
because she was always precautious with everything she did, and she would be extra careful today because her sister was coming after not seeing her for 3 years. This day had started off very badly and I didn’t like where it was heading. My mom ran down stairs, and I so did I so that I could be some kind of help for her. I had forgotten to wear the gloves and as I opened the oven I burnt my hand, and a lot of smoke came out of the oven. Instead of being any kind of help I was being much more trouble for