Black box

• White Box Testing. White Box testing is very efficient for detecting and fixing bugs in the program. In this type of testing, the tester must have a good understanding on the internal components of the program code (Jovanović, 2006). • Black Box Testing. Black Box testing does not require any knowledge of how the internal components or interior structure of the program interacts. This type of testing completely based on requirements of the output (Jovanović, 2006). • Gray Box Testing. This is…

To begin with, the old, shabby black box represents how a small country village is unwilling to give up a tradition they have held on to for more than 70 years. The village people are excited about, June 27th, and the day of the lottery. The old shabby black box has faded in some places showing wood colors. Mr. Summers, the owner of the local coal company, has struggled with the process over the years and many things have changed. The changes are: no yelling, no pledging to the American flag,…

illusion. Superstitious tradition symbolized an important role to the people in this village. Mr. Summers a man that was in charge of the majority of the events in the town, always spoke about making a new black box but never did. (134) The people of the village would rather keep the same box rather than upsetting tradition with something new. As the people in the village were waiting for The Lottery to start they started talking how the people in the North village were talking about giving up…

take up to days. While the children were the first ones at the square others quickly flowed in. Families are all to stand by each other, while Mr. Summers sits in the middle of the square with a mysterious black box. The box holds names of the villagers and is soon someone will receive the black dot, which means that they will…

the pebbles equally. Vesa chose boxes and placed one pebble at the time in each box until she run out of the pebbles, and then counted how many she had in each box: “There is three in each box.” The adult give her more pebbles and asked her to equally divide them between five boxes. She divided pebbles between boxes, counted how many she has in each box, wrote the correct number on a note paper and stick it on a box. When all boxes were counted and had the numbers on them, Vesa realised that all…

As I began to slowly open it, the sharp creakiness of the hinge grew louder. Just as I had fully opened the lid of the box, “whish!!” A rodent of some sort flew across the pile of wood in the box, and I slammed the lid shut and ran inside. I then took the remainder of mine and my father’s bags to the upstairs loft area while still trembling. The rest of the night was very peaceful for everyone. We ate some…

pocket knife to make me feel better. As I opened the first box I realized that it was full of clothes. Mark found books in his box, another box was full of trophies from soccer and basketball. All these boxes were full of someone’s personal things, we decided that it all belonged to the family that was living there before us and they probably just forgot to take this stuff. I opened up the last box and inside it was this other box. The box was small and it had blue lights coming from…

quietly as to not wake up my mom and my brother. The door creaked behind me and I moved boxes and slithered my way around the old garage until I saw a raccoon and Mitchell’s bike on its side. I chased that raccoon and tripped over a box that shone in my face. As I opened the box, my mind wandered on how it could be in here. The letter on the top…

“Santa.” “What?” “Call me Santa.” “… What do you want from me, Santa?” she repeated. “See those gifts?” He pointed to a table in the corner, stacked with toys and appliances. “Wrap them. I’ll be back with more.” Suddenly the Christmas-y tentacles reached out and dug into Dianna’s pockets, taking her and her boyfriend’s wallets. “What are you doing? Please, that’s all of my boyfriend’s Christmas money!” “I’m sure he’ll be happy to know it was used to for good. Have fun with the elves.” He…

This previous summer, an opportunity to work for my father’s electric company arose. The job entailed driving a thirteen-foot tall box truck with a coworker to Umpqua banks in Oregon and Washington that had relocated or closed down and “decommissioning” them by removing all technology equipment. That includes: computers, cash counters, printers, telephones, and anything that uses electricity. We would take every piece of technology and catalog them into an excel sheet with their serial and model…