Rain sensor

I love art. The rain harshly battered on the window that night, keeping me wide awake. As Mom was cooking downstairs, I ventured into her room in hopes of finding something to keep me occupied in the stormy night. Then I saw it. A “paintbrush” sitting on her desk and a blank “canvas” next to it, waiting to be claimed by a certain mini Picasso. I climbed onto a towering chair, grasped the brush with nimble fingers, then wobbled towards the canvas. After hard contemplation and a deep breath, I…

Lesson Plan Format Type of Lesson Read-Aloud Lesson Students will be reinforcing what they have already learned about the five senses through Rain by Manya Stojic, with a discussion focusing on the difference in the five senses and the impact they have on the story and its characters. Information about the Class Grade Level: 27 Kindergarteners Reading Levels: The students in this class cannot read on their own yet. Diversity – Gender: 12 girls and 15 boys. Linguistic Diversity: From what has…

Through this course I have seen that students learn science many different ways, but not all those ways are the best for learning. The best way that this 4th grade teacher could teach this weather and climate lesson/unit is by having the students be involved in hands on activities! If the students are able to go outside and record data for themselves they would really get to know the material better and be able to retain this information in their long term memory. They can look at patterns they…

The sunrise coming up over the clear blue ocean is mesmerizing. Sitting on the top deck of the boat, I stare at the masterpiece before me. My grandparents and I are eating breakfast when an elderly woman sits at the table beside us. We waited for someone to join her, but no one did. My grandma, being the social type, starts to make conversation with the elderly woman. “Pretty sunrise isn’t it,” my grandma ask. “It sure is lovely,” the elderly woman said. “Where you from?” my grandma said. “I…

I kept my jacket slung over my shoulders in the event that I would be summoned outside again, and toiled my way into the kitchen before placing the contents of my pocket onto the table in preparation. The onslaught of my stomachs tantrum and distaste, with being unattended to for longer than it would like, began as a low hum and swelled to a vicious gurgle upon coming to the realization that it would soon be fed; and, naturally, the state of one’s stomach directly dictates the demeanor of its…

organisms such as Ctenophora, what role does temperature and rainfall play in their movements? To get a better understanding of how population densities change with weather, samples were taken during different periods of precipitation and temperature; rain the day before, clear the day before, warm temperatures, and cool temperatures. In the end, there were minor differences between the densities of Ctenophora per 3.5 liters, but not significant enough to make a conclusion of temperature and…

Cobb’s fictional character gets Fischer’s attention first through the weather and as he looks out the window, the weather changes from clear to stormy right before his eyes. This is happening during the same time as the car chase scene while there is rain water being shot through the windows of the van onto the sleeping team. As the scene drags on, the cup of water Fischer has on the bar changes as well. The first time the audience sees the cup it is still. When fisher first starts to realize…

Oppositely and figuratively, a rain shower should cleanse the city of its impurities, but this is not the case in Swift’s poem. Instead, the ending of the downpour brings with it the ending of friendship, of economic opportunity for the shopkeepers, and of the supposed physical cleansing of the city. Swift’s irony declares that the shower did exactly what was not expected of it; London is dirtier than before. The quean’s hair flings dirty sweat and dust , just as the rain sprinkles grime onto…

Pouring perspiration swimming down my neck, like the rain in a typical Seattle night. Singular weighted drips of hard work, crashing down on the light-teal cushioning floor mats. Proudly smearing it away cleanly with my already soaked t-shirt tucked in my gi. I glance at my belt through the parallel image of my ego embedded in the studio mirrors. I grace my fingers across my velvety rigid 2nd degree sable colored black belt. My left hand strokes the left side, feeling the light gold korean…

The restless storm roared through the icy dull sky. The emptiness of the night was soon filled with the sound of heavy raindrops, as they splattered fiercely on the pavement. It was slightly peculiar, as the rain never fell to this extent in the summer. I was making my way home from school in the city, with my clothes and blonde hair drenched. My last resort was a dilapidated barn I found refuge in –around ten kilometres away from my home the last of the paint chips from the old barn door…