Ok, so, since Will has decided to do that biology thing or whatever, I might as well do my own little weekly IPC fact...it kind of helps that I have my book open in front of me because I am cramming--I mean studying...for my test on Tues. {As a side not, IPC is Integrated Physics and Chemistry} Yeah, it's kind of tough for 8th grade, but we take it with the 10 graders so it makes it...bearable...
Fact:
When they say not to mix cleaning solutions with other cleaning solutions, they were NOT kidding. If the right chemicals are mixed, it could release a deadly gas.
Fact:
A polar molecule is a dipole, but a dipole is not a polar molecule...Oooh. Scary, isn't it?
Term:
Dissociation:
Chemical definition: the process whereby the ions in an ionic substance are separated one from another.
Most commonly used definition: I don't know you! *Walking away.* {You are dissociating yourself from the "stranger", and dissociating here means to sever the association of (oneself) from another's company...}
And I texted my friend this the other day, and it's kind of funny, and also serves as a good conclusion to this blog post:
My mind is a book,
My mind is a song,
I'm going to stop
Cuz this post is too long!
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Ok! Here's the poem!
Ok! Here's the poem that I had been trying to find that was recent...well, it's not so recent anymore, but I think it's alright. So...here we go:
Glass Tear
A teardrop falls to earth,
But her sorrow is brief.
Her shadow is the only one
To see her in her grief.
Her teardrop turns to glass;
Shatters before her eyes.
So she begins to run,
And through her flight she cries.
All at once she falls
Or floats; it’s all the same.
She’s forgotten who she is.
It was lost in the flame.
All that she thought she was
Has somehow burned away.
Her eyes are lifeless now.
Not even purpose stays.
She runs with tear-filled eyes
Down paths not meant for her.
She thought she knew her place,
But now she’s not so sure.
This dark has consumed her
And choked out all her light.
There’s nothing left inside her –
No will, no spark, no fight.
Now she catches her tear
Before it hits the ground.
She looks into its depths,
And there a light is found.
Suddenly warm arms
Close around her all.
Now wrapped in his huge form,
Her own seems very small.
She looked into His face,
And gazed into his eyes.
There she saw her pain,
Her life, her tears, her cries.
He whispered in her ear,
“That is a heavy tear.
Even though it’s full of light,
It’s not for you to bear.
“Give it to me, child.
It is too much for you.
For in its depths, you will find
All that you’ve been through.”
She opened up her palm
And gave him her small light.
He blew on it and made
The whole world seem just right.
The whole place lit up,
Though the sun was not there.
In his hands, the tear
Gave light that filled the air.
“Do you see?” he asked,
“It was dark and so you ran,
But for all your suffering,
I have had a plan.
“I bear the dark you bore;
I free you from its chain.
Now that your trial is done,
You have much to gain.
“Your darkness is now light,
As your pain now is joy.
Now I give you your light,
For others to enjoy.”
He bent and blew the light;
It flew about the place.
It stuck to her hair
And her clothes and her face.
She laughed as she glowed,
And He laughed along.
His laugh was a rainbow,
A book, and a song.
So she bore her light
For others to see
That He removes chains
So you can be free.
Yeah, I had a little trouble with the rhyme scheme, so I am open to suggestions and better verses and things that might make it flow better...so...that's it...bye!
Glass Tear
A teardrop falls to earth,
But her sorrow is brief.
Her shadow is the only one
To see her in her grief.
Her teardrop turns to glass;
Shatters before her eyes.
So she begins to run,
And through her flight she cries.
All at once she falls
Or floats; it’s all the same.
She’s forgotten who she is.
It was lost in the flame.
All that she thought she was
Has somehow burned away.
Her eyes are lifeless now.
Not even purpose stays.
She runs with tear-filled eyes
Down paths not meant for her.
She thought she knew her place,
But now she’s not so sure.
This dark has consumed her
And choked out all her light.
There’s nothing left inside her –
No will, no spark, no fight.
Now she catches her tear
Before it hits the ground.
She looks into its depths,
And there a light is found.
Suddenly warm arms
Close around her all.
Now wrapped in his huge form,
Her own seems very small.
She looked into His face,
And gazed into his eyes.
There she saw her pain,
Her life, her tears, her cries.
He whispered in her ear,
“That is a heavy tear.
Even though it’s full of light,
It’s not for you to bear.
“Give it to me, child.
It is too much for you.
For in its depths, you will find
All that you’ve been through.”
She opened up her palm
And gave him her small light.
He blew on it and made
The whole world seem just right.
The whole place lit up,
Though the sun was not there.
In his hands, the tear
Gave light that filled the air.
“Do you see?” he asked,
“It was dark and so you ran,
But for all your suffering,
I have had a plan.
“I bear the dark you bore;
I free you from its chain.
Now that your trial is done,
You have much to gain.
“Your darkness is now light,
As your pain now is joy.
Now I give you your light,
For others to enjoy.”
He bent and blew the light;
It flew about the place.
It stuck to her hair
And her clothes and her face.
She laughed as she glowed,
And He laughed along.
His laugh was a rainbow,
A book, and a song.
So she bore her light
For others to see
That He removes chains
So you can be free.
Yeah, I had a little trouble with the rhyme scheme, so I am open to suggestions and better verses and things that might make it flow better...so...that's it...bye!
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