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Realistic Drawing

A Dragon Mother and Her Daughter

Art of Art with Art for Art

MATHY MATHY

Gas. Process. Stuff.

Coal, oil, or natural gas. Fossil fuels formed from the remains of old plants and animals. process usually used to extract oil and natural gas in which fractures in the Earth's surface are opened and widened by injecting water, chemicals, and sand at high pressure. Also called hydraulic fracturing.

This is how we do it.

Primary recovery first relies on underground pressure to drive fluids to the surface. When the pressure falls, artificial lift technologies, such as pumps, are used help bring more fluids to the surface. Sometimes, natural gas is pumped back down the well underneath the oil. The gas like to separate, to expand, and it does what it was always meant to do, it pushes the oil to the surface. Primary recovery often taps only 10 percent of the oil in a deposit.

Secondary recovery is the most widely used enhanced recovery technique. Water that is produced and separated from the oil in the initial phase of drilling is injected back into the oil-bearing formation to bring more oil to the surface. In addition to boosting oil recovery, it also disposes of the wastewater, putting it back where it came from. This can bring an additional 20 percent of the oil in place to the surface.

Enhanced recovery techniques are used to mobilize the remaining oil. There are three main approaches: thermal recovery, gas injection or chemical flooding.

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SPANISH 101

MATH

Feast for a Beast!

On monday, my sisters and I made a feast with the nutritionist for my dad's birthday. We made naan bread, lentil curry, butter chicken, and some salad for a side. For dessert a cheesecake that does not include cheese. I forgot to publish this.

Stuff with the Art with the Thing

Foods Class Finals

I have unfortunately forgotten to put you all up to date on my foods class. We have done the finishing feast and I shall show you it's contents.

 The meal consisted of a lentil curry in which my teacher had made beforehand because we already had a lot to cook/bake/grill. Roasted cauliflower, seasoned thoroughly, is added to the meal. Butter chicken, beautifully made, is a perfect fit to our theme. A salad with sunshine sauce is a wondrous dish. and finally the main part of the meal, the naan bread; kneaded with love and grilled to the finest, dip in a little butter chicken sauce and you're ready to go!

 For dessert a delicious freezecake. Made of cashews, cocoa powder... and few other things. Sort-of like a cheesecake, but not one! A crust of only crushed dates and pecans. The flower on the top is edible, at first sweet... but don't let it surprise you with that spicy punch!

My team. The guy on the left is Scott, he is my mentor in this cooking class. The young lady elegantly laying in the grass is Hannah, my older older sister. The girl valiantly holding a kitchen utensil is Shiloh, my other older sister. And the cool kid in the corner is me. This is my team of cooking heroes, who fought to keep the food tasty and good for you. 

Nice Flower

Happy Food is Good Food

Today the nutritionist taught us how to buy the right foods to cook with. On the fruit you buy, there is almost always a sticker with a number with 5 or 4 digits. If the number has a nine at the front, you know it is organic, a four would be non-organic, or a three. We went to the farmers market and learned the difference between happy and sad food. For example, a chicken that was caged its whole life would be sad and unhealthy, but a chicken that could roam free in a barn or field would be happy and would taste better and be better for you. We learned that some cows are grain-fed, and some fed grain directly before they die, so that the cow can be fat and more meat can be sold.

Adam of the road, some of all

RAP Of MY LIFE

Here are the lyrics:

I was at a place that I really really liked,

I had some cats and neighbors that were really really nice,

Two best friends who were really alike,

A mom who stayed at home and a dad at work, 

Two sisters and a brother, who is really like our mother,

We got a dog before we moved, maybe a year or two,

A church that my mom sang for, and wait there's one thing more,

The lord told us to start something new,

I was only seven so I didn't understand my sibling's rue,

But we left for Kelowna anyway, leaving Cranbrook eight hours away,

I met new friends but still missed my old ones,

First we lived with two adults with three sons, for five months,

Then we moved again to a four plex, 

Then finally our own house where we lived together,

Forever, 

Well not exactly but we live there now,

And we don't have a cow,

Just in case you ask,

Just in case I need to take up the task,

Yeah.

Cotton Mills of the Industrial Revolution

John dusted a wood spindle carefully, leaving not a spot behind. He had already dusted every other one in the rusty old cotton mill.

Sighing, he strode over to the closet in a secluded corner of the mill where all the cleaner’s tools were kept. Switching from duster to broom, he closed the closet door. He took the broom and started sweeping slowly.

Footsteps sounded on the creaky wooden floor behind him. A man wrinkled with age though still as straight as a pencil cuffed him over the ear. “Faster, boy.”

John didn’t mind the aching of his ear, he was used to the pain by now; his whole life he worked here, livi

ng under its roof. The elderly man was James William, and John’s guardian/parent, giving him food and shelter if he cleaned the cotton mill after work hours.

So here he was, sweeping the floor of the mill to keep a roof over his head and to not be short of food and water.

He swept the floor with long, swift strokes. James gave an approving nod and one of his rare smiles, then strode away.

John never saw what happened there before he came out to clean. All he knew was it was a cotton mill, he didn’t know how to work it. Sure, he dusted the spinning jennies and spindles and swept the loose cotton away, but he never saw the workers using the machines. So when James told him to try it, he was completely clueless. He was only 7, and he hadn’t been taught to work in the mill.

A few of the kids gave him pointers when there was no one around, but when an adult walked into the room they fell silent mid-sentence and continued working.

It was long, tedious work.

John soon got the hang of it but was still clumsy with the strings of cotton. He worked there for eleven more years. Then he had enough money and was old enough to move out. He still worked at the cotton mill, but he now lived in his own house and bought his own food. And he lived happily, in the new, growing world of the industrial revolution, ever after.

Fabliaux :)

The knights and their chivalry

Were picked for their quality

To fight the troll under the tree

Of Wonders and Adventure

They got set for their journey

And the knights met with the attorney

Who showed a sketch of their tourney

And into the woods they did venture

The woods were bejeweled by the sun’s rays

And the air was thick with a blurry haze

They found the troll after many delays

And to that began the adventure

The knights fought the troll with sword and shield

And with them the troll’s fate was sealed

The knights fought the troll until, dead, it kneeled

And so finished the adventure

They cleaned their gashes

And burned the troll to ashes

With flames and great flashes

Then to home they venture

Later fabliaux were widespread

Of where the knights had tread

And the troll that they had laid dead

The knights had their adventure

FOODS

This Wednesday and every Wednesday for four weeks, a nutritionist and chef named Scott is teaching me and my sisters how to cook. Today we talked about the digestive system and the colours of the food rainbow and presentation and how if you cook with a positive intention then your food will taste better. We did two recipes, one is a beet hummus and the other a spinach ginger avocado sherbet which was surprisingly good. 

Science

This is what my class did in co-op for science.

The Company of Nine and the Boy Who Followed

A boy tagged along behind a company,

with squires, knights, and wizards, for each three.

they rode on the broad backs of horses,

to go against great forces.

The dragons in the west,

none but them could best.

The company, the company, knights squires and wizards three.

The company, the company, knights squires and wizards three.

The boy, he watched the nine,

fight forty-five goblins entwined,

twenty of them fainted flat,

the other twenty-five ran just like that.

And so was done the fray,

and the company had won the day.

The company, the company, knights squires and wizards three.

The company, the company, knights squires and wizards three.

The day before the boy knew,

that there was Sir Henry, Wizard Dew,

Squire Gwen, and Sir McCloud,

Wizard Sten, and Squire Proud,

Ben, Violet, and Rose,

Yes, my friends, that’s our heroes!

The company, the company, knights squires and wizards three.

The company, the company, knights squires and wizards three.

Spanish!