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Tinker CAD 2

5/13/2015

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In tinker CAD we made name tags. We had specific rules we had to follow. I used a rectangle and the tex tools. I started by creating a base and then made a n indent with a mother rectangle. Next inside the dent I put my name and made it a hole. This was a fun and interesting project.
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 humming bird

5/13/2015

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Anna and I started working on coding lights then we moved on to our projects we created a stop light and a car. We made the car out of patin sample cards and motors and popsicle sticks and glue and wheels. Our stop light we made was play dough ,lights, and popsicle sticks. We had a red light on for 5 seconds and then a green light for 10 we programed the car to move when something was close.



VIDEO TO COME !!!!! 
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My project

3/31/2015

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In creators studio this week i created an outline and a to do list and a what we need to get. Here is a picture....
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My personal Project

3/26/2015

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03-26-2015
 
 I am doing a project with Anna Owens. We are creating a light pole type thing. We are interested in doing this because we think it will be cool and an interesting project. We will have to research solar power and LED lights. For our project we will need LED lights wood , the laser printer, solar panels and a switch. 
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Nobel peace prize letter

11/13/2014

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 Camryn cotter 
11-12-13
English 7F
Nobel prize 
    Malala. The Taliban doesn't think girls and women should be educated. Malala is a normal sixteen year old girl. Only she does not do to school. She likes to do her hair and like clothes but what she really wants most is to go to school. We all see school as a punishment. Just imagine if we didn't have. We would all be on the street and futile. Malala was born in 1997. Only her dad was able to have a job. Malala did not believe it was right that only boy could be educated. On October 2012 Malala climbed into the back of a school bus. Once the bus driver saw her he stopped. The Taliban shot Malala in her head. Amazingly she survived. Mulala like Wiesel is also a Nobel peace prize winner. Malala is the youngest person to ever win the Nobel peace prize. 

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Historical Memoir 

11/13/2014

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Camryn cotter 
11-13-14
English 7F 
Hawaii hurricane : 
 
          Well moms up. Why is she going upstairs so fast is something wrong. No this is Hawaii nothing bad happens here. Well better call Jamie he'll be waiting now it's 1 am there. My phone starts to ring  and a picture of Jamie with a cupcake smashed on his head shows up.  
" Hello?!"  
"Hi what's going on..." We talk for 2 hours and then he goes to bed. I go up the stairs to see a note "gone for a run be back soon" 
great. I walk over to the couch and plop down the TV is paused on the news a hurricane warning pops up. The door creeks open and 
in walks mom. 
 
    The next two weeks are spent running to Costco and Walmart buying supplies. 
 

     Friday the rain starts at 7 pm it sounds like pebbles on the roof at 11:30 I fall asleep. Around 3am I get up to go to the bathroom. Still groggy I see a silver of light through the screens of the window I put my feet down to feel water " what the..." I turn on the light to see puddles of water I look over from my bed to my window water is dripping in from my screens. Ugh . I go to my closet and get down some towels. Slowly I fold them and place them under the window. The rain finally stops at 7 am. The next day the whole island has puddles every were. The whole island was crazy. This is an experience  I  will never forget.
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Christmas Memoir 

11/13/2014

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Camryn Cotter 
11-7-14
Holiday memoir 
Christmas ...


         1:20 am Ireland : " Dylan look dere dats our bag !!!" My mom shouted I could barely hear this as my ears were blocked from the 24 hours of going off and coming on  planes.my brother grabbed the bag and swung it on to of the other 4 bags. " c'mon the car is outside !" We all ran outside into the frigid air. It smelled of manure for some reason I didn't mind the smell. 

      Chuchung chuchung that was the sound of the gear changing . We drove down the long country roads till we came to Middleton we ended up on the wrong side of the road. We finally came to our turn. Potholes all down the road I felt exited. Gear shift to 2 and up the long driveway. We dropped our bags in and my dad said we were going to buy a Christmas tree. 

  2:00 am : we all walked into the 24 hour coap in Middleton. We searched around for a Christmas tree. My mom found one she checked the tag and said she wouldn't pay 100 euros for a  tree. Finally she came back " ha them eejits here's on for 40 " we checked out and headed home. 

   4:00 am : as we assembled the tree my brother said " mam it's awful dark ?" 
"No you ... just tired " I took a branch and held it under a light " mam " I started " the tree is black ." 

9:00 am: we decorated our black Christmas tree with white flowers and fairy lights. When our family saw it they we flabbergasted at the black tree.  
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Personal memoir 

11/13/2014

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Camryn Cotter 
English 7F 
11-13-14
BRYAN 


BRYAN
1971-2014
Bryan were do I being to explain this brilliant man. I'll start at the beginning like most people. I go to Ireland every year to visit my family. We go for 4 weeks and as you can assume it gets pretty boring. Especially for my brother. We needed a place he could go during the day and have fun doing what he loved. My mom asked around and soon found a theatric camp. She signed Dylan up as fast as possible. Dylan carried on doing the course for two more years coming home every day with stories about BRYAN. The next year I decided I was going to do the camp, I was 5 at this time. So one day when Dylan came out I walked in. I remember marching right into that grey building that smelled of sweat and deodorant. I walked up to a man, bald like my dad and big ears with kind eyes. This was BRYAN. As little kids do I looked him up and down and blurted out " What age do you have to be to do this camp?" He looked down and I got a closer look at his kind eyes they were a brown green like mud and white like clouds. " whatever age you are " he replied smiling. I too signed up as quick as possible. The next day I went in grasping my brothers hand as tight as I could like it was a toy , I was scared was going to run away. We walked up the red stairs all the way to a huge room. My brother brought me over to his group of friends and I sat in the middle as all the girls lifted me up and swung me. It reminded  me of the Nutcracker. When they put me down they all started saying things to my brother like. " your sister is adorable" and " you guys look so alike ". Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder I turned around to see BRYAN he took my hand a led me to a group of girls. I said nothing to them as they started asking me questions. Soon I learned BRYAN had a loud voice as he called everyone to be quiet. We were separated into groups A,B,C, and D  I was in the A group. BRYAN led our first class and let me sit next to him. From then on I knew we would be like family. 

      Years passed and soon I was eleven. September 16,2013 is the day BRYAN was diagnosed with colon cancer. That summer was sad and droopy. BRYAN was in and out of hospital and soon went into stage 3. At this point he had had a kid and divorced and remarried. My mom and him emailed here and there. One email read " Great can't wait to see Camryn and Dylan next year!"  May 9,2014 a Friday. My dad picked me up and as we were driving said. " you know BRYAN from the camp?" I replied " YES " thinking he was in LA or was clear of cancer " Well umm he died today?!" The car was quiet and my heart felt like it was a puzzle falling apart. A swell of emotions hit me like a punch. Anger sadness happiness that he was in a  better place.

     I went back this summer. The camp was not like it used to be it was cold and missing a sense of happiness. I looked over to see Ben Bryan's son he had the same kind eyes and ears. He was not sad but he had his hands together and was muttering (praying). I looked at him so strong and every one else not noticing the little things. I took this as a message " Look for the little things because once there gone you'll never feel the same." 


In memory of Bryan Flynn a father a husband a son a friend.

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The maze is a code 

11/6/2014

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to play this game use the arrow keys and the space bar to shoot. i made this game on Gamestar Machanic.
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My Scratch 

10/6/2014

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To play this game simply click on the green flag then on the frog with your mouse guide the frog through the maze to the bug.
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