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Phycomyces

(ewwww i hate biology)

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please consider NOT pouring your dog or cat’s kibble directly into a plastic container for storage. the oils and fats in the food oxidize quicker than you’d imagine, get into the plastic, and become rancid. this badness then creeps into new food you pour in! i won’t get into all the scientific terms right this sec, but it can cause cancer and other major issues

ideally, kibble will be kept sealed IN the bag you buy it in (chip clips are your friends). the bags are designed to keep all the good juices inside. you CAN put the bag in a metal or glass container if you wish. HOWEVER, any bag of dry food WILL oxidize and start to go bad in 2-3 weeks once opened! that’s right, stop buying jumbo bags for small dogs\only one dog. buy lots of smaller bags if you want but please don’t open them until you need that food. to all the people wondering why their dogs get tired of their food by the end of a bag or start to get sick, this is why. the entire chemical makeup of the food has changed.

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ticket opportunity: complete zodiac chart (provided on paper in class)

Read II.iii

What are the positives and negatives of the Friar's involvement with Romeo and Juliet's wedding?
***Skills-Builder: Act II, scene 3: Friar's Soliloquy (complete the formative checkpoint below as homework!)

Formative: Act II Scene ii Friar's Soliloquy password: healingherbs

(We're reading Romeo and Juliet in Pre-AP English 10)

“I'm all in favor of the democratic principle that one idiot is as good as one genius, but I draw the line when someone takes the next step and concludes that two idiots are better than one genius.”
― Leo Szilard

THE BIRD
In days past I walked through the meadow of heathers,
Closing my mind and channeling peace.
A bird would walk to me and spread his feathers.
I broke some bread and gave him a piece.
He gave his thanks and shook my hand,
But before he left he spoke with concern
About his own home, human wasteland:
His nesting ground, family, was sure to burn.
And so I walked with him to chaos.
Along the way I mourned with pathos,
For all that surrounded me were bricks and smokestacks.
Vile men begged for monetary pacts;
Politicians laughed in selfish joy
As they kicked over a struggling boy.
I looked down for a moment at my feet:
Malnourished rats ran a’crss – not discreet.
And so the bird and I had arrived
At the locale where his family once had strived.
But instead of a blossoming tree of fruits
There sat ashes below a technic’s boots.
The bird put his feathers to his face and wailed
And us both sat there concerned and ailed.
And as the darkness of the burnt sky
Surrounded us, my bird friend started to fly.
But instead of taking off he flailed
For the tips of his wings were nothing but failed
A man with scissors smirked in the distance
And I wished him nothing but pestilence.
As long as humanity continues to grow,
The world will seem to cease to snow.
For as greed replaces log upon log,
The sky fills up with insurmountable smog.
^^ Romantic poem I made and had to move from Word to Google Docs

krasabnk wrote:THE BIRD
In days past I walked through the meadow of heathers,
Closing my mind and channeling peace.
A bird would walk to me and spread his feathers.
I broke some bread and gave him a piece.
He gave his thanks and shook my hand,
But before he left he spoke with concern
About his own home, human wasteland:
His nesting ground, family, was sure to burn.
And so I walked with him to chaos.
Along the way I mourned with pathos,
For all that surrounded me were bricks and smokestacks.
Vile men begged for monetary pacts;
Politicians laughed in selfish joy
As they kicked over a struggling boy.
I looked down for a moment at my feet:
Malnourished rats ran a’crss – not discreet.
And so the bird and I had arrived
At the locale where his family once had strived.
But instead of a blossoming tree of fruits
There sat ashes below a technic’s boots.
The bird put his feathers to his face and wailed
And us both sat there concerned and ailed.
And as the darkness of the burnt sky
Surrounded us, my bird friend started to fly.
But instead of taking off he flailed
For the tips of his wings were nothing but failed
A man with scissors smirked in the distance
And I wished him nothing but pestilence.
As long as humanity continues to grow,
The world will seem to cease to snow.
For as greed replaces log upon log,
The sky fills up with insurmountable smog.
^^ Romantic poem I made and had to move from Word to Google Docs

*clap clap clap clap clap*