'Glory' to His Name

'Glory' to His Name

            I heard the deep rumbling of voices in the distance as I was putting the animals away one night. As the sound neared, I could understand their synchronized words to be a gospel song, much like ones I’ve heard being sung in my papa’s southern fields.

            As I stood by the fence thinking, I noticed that the singing grew no closer. Smoke started to rise down the road. Curious, I walked until the edge of a clearing. Peeking through some bushes I saw dozens of black men gathered around a campfire singing praises unto their Lord. The man talking spoke so quietly I had to strain to make out his words.

“I ain’t never had no family, and…killed off my momma…”

After a pause, encouragement words to keep sharing were uttered.

“Well I just…”

It took the man another couple seconds to speak, emotion in his voice.

“Y’all’s the only-est family I got…. And, oh I love the 54^th. Ain’t even much a matter what happens tomorrow, ‘cause we men, ain’t we? ..… We’re men.”

Feelings stirred within me. This was the 54^th Black Regiment?! But, didn’t I just hear the most humanistic words come out of these men’s mouths.

As the group of men started in for another praising chorus, I turned and slowly headed back to the house, contemplating.

The next morning I woke, looked out of my window, and saw the same men from last night dressed in blue uniforms. They were strong, but also a bit solemn.

A few weeks later I learned most of those men had died in a battle against Fort Wagner not long after the night I had seen them singing in the woods. While my pa cheered, somewhere in my heart, a part ached. For what reason, I’m not sure. Was it their bravery for fighting? Was it the trust and love they held for each other, much like what a family has? Regardless, of what it was, my respect for the 54^th Regiment never lessened.

English Journal Writings

I had just left school when, from out of nowhere, Nick Jonas shows up. Nobody around me freaked out like I did. They just went on with their normal lives. Nick walked up and just started chatting away life we had been friends forever. Was I in heaven? No, last year, I had met Nick last year. I remember now! He led me to his car and opened the front passenger side door for me. We drove off into the sunset. I could not have been happier. Then we drove off a cliff.

English Journal Writings

Ch. 1
     It was Saturday afternoon and I had just gotten done with yoga, when from out of the sky, a pencil dropped.

Ch. 2
     Steve had been happy in life. Had enough competition from others to grow strong, but not too many so he couldn't thrive. Then one day, a man came by with an ax and started swinging at Steve. Steve fell down, defeated by the man in plaid.

Ch. 3
     I picked up the fallen object questions swimming in my mind. Where did it come from? Why did it come? What's for lunch? Needing to have some clarity in my life, I decided to find out. I pulled out my phone and texted my mum. She answered my question with pizza rolls.

Ch. 4
     Steve's life had been long; a good number of years for a typical tree.

God's Love For Us

Free things = the best!!! You know like, how Free candy is awesome. And Free e-books, yup, I love ‘em. So when I found out that Forget Me Not by Elder Uchtdorf was free on the kindle I was ecstatic.

And that is what I’ve decided to talk to you brethren and sister....en about today

Uchtdorf starts with an introduction so I suppose I’ll start there"
“A while ago I was walking through a beautiful garden with my wife and daughter. I marveled at the glory and beauty of God’s creation. And then I noticed, among all the glorious blooms, the tiniest flower. I knew the name of this flower because since I was a child I have had a tender connection to it. The flower is called forget-me-not.
"I’m not exactly sure why this tiny flower has meant so much to me over the years. It does not attract immediate attention; it is easy to overlook among larger and more vibrant flowers; yet it is just as beautiful, with its rich color that mirrors that of the bluest skies—perhaps this is one reason why I like it so much.
"And there is the haunting plea of its name. There is a German legend that just as God had finished naming all the plants, one was left unnamed. A tiny voice spoke out, “Forget me not, O Lord!” And God replied that this would be its name.
I would like to use this little flower as a metaphor. The five petals of the little forget-me-not flower prompt me to consider five things we would be wise never to forget."

“I want to tell you something that I hope you will take in the right way: God is fully aware that you and I are not perfect.
Let me add: God is also fully aware that the people you think are perfect are not.
And yet we spend so much time and energy comparing ourselves to others—usually comparing our weaknesses to their strengths. This drives us to create expectations for ourselves that are impossible to meet. As a result, we never celebrate our good efforts because they seem to be less than what someone else does.
Everyone has strengths and weaknesses.
It’s wonderful that you have strengths.
And it is part of your mortal experience that you do have weaknesses.”

And with that being said, I want to talk about the fifth petal in Uchtdorf’s book.

Fifth, forget not that the Lord loves you.

Uchtdorf starts off this section by saying
“As a child, when I would look at the little forget-me-nots, I sometimes felt a little like that flower—small and insignificant. I wondered if I would be forgotten by my family or by my Heavenly Father.
Years later I can look back on that young boy with tenderness and compassion. And I do know now—I was never forgotten.
And I know something else: as an Apostle of our Master, Jesus Christ, I proclaim with all the certainty and conviction of my heart—neither are you!
You are not forgotten.
No matter how dark your days may seem, no matter how insignificant you may feel, no matter how overshadowed you think you may be, your Heavenly Father has not forgotten you. In fact, He loves you with an infinite love.
Just think of it: You are known and remembered by the most majestic, powerful, and glorious Being in the universe! You are loved by the King of infinite space and everlasting time!
He who created and knows the stars knows you and your name—you are the [sons and] daughters of His kingdom. The Psalmist wrote:
“When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
“What is man, that thou art mindful of him? …
“For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.”5
God loves you because you are His child. He loves you even though at times you may feel lonely or make mistakes.
The love of God and the power of the restored gospel are redemptive and saving. If you will only allow His divine love into your life, it can dress any wound, heal any hurt, and soften any sorrow.”

This principle is prevalent in my own life. I took AP Stats last year.. oh myyyy…. So there was this one day that we were taking another test. I think it was the final or something, but it was insanely hard. Like I had NO idea. What is this?? So I’m sitting there flippin’ out. No guys, I was seriously flippin’ out in my head. But then… I’m not even sure what happened. I stopped, calmed down and a thought just came to my mind “Even if you fail this, God still loves you.” Even if I fail. God still loves me. I sat there, and I, I almost started crying . (I hate it when people see me cry) And worse, I was afraid people would think I was crying because the test was so hard. No, I don’t do that.
6 months later I told my baby cousin this story and told her that even if they didn’t make the sports team, God would always love her. 

And even if I do bad on this talk, God will still love me.
Turns out I passed the class and my cousin made the team, and looks like there's not many sleeping, but I will never forget that calming and reassurance that I was loved.

There is a series of books by an author named Max Lucado about little wooden people called the Wemmicks carved by a woodworker named Eli; some of you may know these stories. In his book “You Are Special”, the Wemmicks are going through this phase of judging one another. They go around town with a box full of golden star stickers and gray dot stickers. They put golden stickers on all the pretty Wemmicks or those who had many great talents, and they put gray dots on the ones who had rough wood or whose paint had chipped, or those whose talents were not as amazing. One little Wemmick who was given dots all day started to feel like he was not a good Wemmick; His name was Punchinello. He then met a girl who had no stars or dots on herself. She replied that she goes every day to visit Eli the woodcarver. The next morning Punchinello went to Eli’s shop.

Punchinello swallowed hard. "I'm not staying here!" and he turned to leave. Then he heard his name."Punchinello?" The voice was deep and strong. Punchinello stopped. "Punchinello! How good to see you. Come and let me have a look at you." Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded craftsman. "You know my name?" the little Wemmick asked.
"Of course I do. I made you." Eli stooped down and picked him up and set him on the bench. "Hmm," the maker spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the gray circles. "Looks like you've been given some bad marks." "I didn't mean to, Eli. I really tried hard." "Oh, you don't have to defend yourself to me, child. I don't care what the other Wemmicks think." "You don't?"
No, and you shouldn't either. Who are they to give stars or dots?
They're Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn't matter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special."
Punchinello laughed. "Me, special? Why? I can't walk fast. I can't jump. My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?"
Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly. "Because you're mine. That's why you matter to me."
Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this--much less his maker. He didn't know what to say.
"Every day I've been hoping you'd come," Eli explained.
"I came because I met someone who had no marks."
"I know. She told me about you."
"Why don't the stickers stay on her?"
"Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think. The stickers only stick if you let them."
"What?"
"The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about the stickers."
"I'm not sure I understand."
"You will, but it will take time. You've got a lot of marks. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care." Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground. "Remember," Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. "You are special because I made you. And I don't make mistakes."
Punchinello didn't stop, but in his heart he thought, "I think he really means it."
And when he did, a dot fell to the ground. 

We must remember that God’s judgment is more important than judgment we get from people on this earth. Sometimes that might be hard but we have to know within ourselves that God is the only one who gives out righteous judgment all the time. He loves us. He gave His only Begotten Son that we may return to Him again, so don’t you ever feel as though he doesn’t love you at times because of something that’s happened. God loves each of you. You are special to Him, God doesn't love you because you are special person or do everything right.
He loves you because He is love.
This is my testimony of God’s love for us and I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Persuasive Paper

    Not A Forceable Paper

   "If he really hurt you, you wouldn't love him." "You must have wanted it." Short quotes such as these can be found on a tumblr page named Project Unbreakable. It depicts pictures of sexual abuse victims wish signs sharing traumatic parts of their stories that haunt them. More often than one might think, their signs have quotes from their trusted friends, family, and religious leaders, just pushing the matter aside. Well I believe every person has the right to receive correct and proper help for sexual abuse, because of how damaging it can be and the efforts so far just aren't enough.
     The effects of this abuse are numerous. Obviously there's physical consequences  The victim could contract deadly STD's from their assulter. There's also injuries that could come from the actual attack. Although most people know the physical, a lot of deep emotional baggage and pain that comes with acts of sexual abuse. Blocking it out of their minds is a common response, especially in children. Also depression, sleep disorders, and low self-esteem are common outward expressing signs is self-injury and revictimization. Without treatment, these can lead to suicide.
     According to the Monterey Country Rape Crisis Center (MCRCC), around only 16% of sexual assaults are reported. Since more than a third of rape victims get Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, it makes the chances of reaching out to those in need of help smaller, in accordance with the 16%. MCRCC gave the statistic that worldwide, at least one in three women and one in six men have been beaten, coarced into sex, or otherwise abused in their lifetime. That affects more people than any type of cancer. Seeing as there's so much attention put into cancer awareness, don't you think there should be equal, if not more, attention put onto supporting these victims?
     "He's a boy and boys are experimental. Now kiss and make up." People need to become more aware of what rape is, how it effects people, and stop pushing the matter aside. Help centers should be made available to anyone who has been victimized.

The Chaplain and The Crazy

The Chaplain and The Crazy

            The first two sentences of Catch-22 make the strangest first impression on the readers. “It was love at first sight. The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain he fell madly in love with him” (Heller, Catch-22 7). Coincidentally, these two characters are one of the most different pairs in the whole book. Both Yossarian and the chaplain present distinct purposes to the story line, and although Man vs. Society is their common conflict, the details are polar opposites.

Yossarian is the protagonist in this book by Joseph Heller. In this third-person-omniscient point of view, he is the main focus. As described by nearly everyone in the book, Yossarian is absolutely insane; he has few friends and can’t even get a girl to marry him because she states him as crazy. Yossarian is made out to be narcissistic and somewhat lazy. He provides an interesting standpoint on the war and the characters in his group since his mental state is abnormal. Heller uses Yossarian’s viewpoint to differentiate the common analysis of his leaders and squadron members and what he sees in them.

Albert T. Tappman, whose real name we find out in Heller’s sequel called Closing Time, is one of the most decent characters in the book (Heller, Closing Time 24). He is the group chaplain for the squadron and is there to help the men who are in the war with spiritual and physical needs. The chaplain loves his family dearly and is very thoughtful; although, he comes off as a very timid and ineffectual fool. He provides the book with a basis of sanity when everyone else has completely lost their metaphorical marbles.

Yossarian’s and the chaplain’s part of the story is extremely contrasting because Yossarian is in the story to be loud, insane, and self-preserving while Tappman shows a different side of gentleness, voice of reason, and generosity. The chaplain is a family man while Yossarian has no problem sleeping with any attractive woman that comes his way. Their difference in purpose continues all the way through the whole book. At the end when attitudes begin to change, Yossarian and the chaplain take a jump to their reverse standings. Tappman decides to become a bold and assertive force for justice and is capable of getting the attention of others when he puts himself out there. Yossarian, on the other hand, goes against what he’s been all along and chooses not to only think about himself, but to also say no to officials so that he could preserve the safety of the whole squadron. The end also proves to be a diversity, because Yossarian ended up running away from the problem he had been trying to face and the chaplain learns to stand up for himself.

The conflict of Man vs. Society is what Yossarian and Tappman face in this story, just in different ways.  Yossarian is having problems with being in the war, but the country makes men fight. Basically the only thing he wants is to stay alive, and he can’t do that very well if he’s forced to go on dangerous combat missions all the time. “[Yossarian] had decided to live forever or die in the attempt” (Heller, Catch-22 29). Even if he admits himself into the hospital, he knows he still won’t be able to go home until the forever rising number of missions is completed. His main conflict is with Colonel Cathcart: the one who keeps raising the number of missions.

The chaplain, on the other hand, is facing society as in the squadron. He is so shy that nobody respects him. Most of the guys that he has to be around take him for granted. Tappman sleeps in the woods, four miles from the base, because he won’t stand up to Colonel Korn. He has been embarrassed by Colonel Cathcart, Colonel Korn, and Corporal Whitcomb; although, the chaplain later is befriended by Yossarian and his friends (which is why Tappman takes the deaths of Yossarian’s friends so hard) (Heller, Catch-22 377).

Heller showed that Man vs. Society could be more subtle than loud rebellions or strict dictatorship. Using the same conflict gave them a sense of unity, but also made it easier to spot the differences. The things the characters put in to the story plot contributed to the whole meaning and the interesting variety of ideas. Maybe this is why the chaplain and Yossarian became such good friends; it’s because they balanced each other out. “‘If you will look about you (which most people won’t do),’ says Sergeant Cuff, ‘you will see that the nature of a man’s tastes is, most times, as opposite as possible to the nature of a man’s buisness’” (Collins 74).

Collins, Wilkie. The Moonstone. Tinsely Brothers, 1868. Print.

Heller, Joseph. Catch-22. New York City: Simon & Schuster, 1955. Print.

Heller, Joseph. Closing Time. Simon & Schuster, 1994. Print.

Vocabulary paragraph

The covert spies who were posing as monks, accidentally stepped on the green, fecund zen garden. The real monks thought this to be blasphemy because of the great disrespect. After hearing the monk give the most Christian like tirade possible, the spies tried to mollify the highest, and most revered, monk. Later, in their quarters, the spies languish because of the monk's words. Trying to recieve clemency for their wrong doings, the spies went to the garden, and let an effusion of water onto the plants. The spies had a stauch belief the garden would grow back. In fact they knew it. A week later, the garden was idyllic, much like a home for fairies. When the monk saw it, he was nostalgic of the days when he used to tend to the garden. But the spies had a foible; they didn't know they needed to use blue rocks instead of teal. The monk asked the spies to reliquish their monkly rights. Trying to emulate the kindness the monk had shown them, they left without a fight.

Psychology Brain Parts Song

Psychology Brain Parts Song

My cerebellum cortex controls my actions and thoughts
Occipital lets me see my gosh dang tator tots
Temporal understands sounds, memory, and dictations
And my parietal when I want to hit out my frustrations
My frontal lobe lets me reason to stay away from temptations

But when I see you, my heart skips a beat
But I guess that’s my medulla playing tricks on me
My pons send the message from my brainstem
When I use reticular formation to sleep, I’m thinking of you
My spinal cord leads to my heart & it tells me you’ll always come through

Blanketing the cerebellum, there’s the cerebral cortex
It’s the center for info processing ultimate control like the Star Gate Vortex
Visual – Man, do you see Teal’c? He’s so lazy!
Sensory – That wormhole felt crazy!
Auditory – A Furling may sound cute but it’s really a monster!
Motor – Running to catch aliens is really physical!

Within the cerebrum is the limbic system
Before the cerebral cortex
The thalamus lets me flex – GRRRR!!
It has the amygalda – Don’t touch me, bro!
And the hypothalamus – Get me a sandwich, yo!

My Broca’s area lets me scream
Wernicke’s lets me know you’re mad at me
Angular gyrus lets me read One Direction
Pituitary is the site of hormone production

By Small and Simple Things

     A smile, I've always thought, could change the world. It's so simplistic, but to some people it could mean so much. Hearing people say that they're astonished that I can be smiling all the time has always brought me to a stand still. How couldn't you be happy when you have so much that others don't?
     I once read a book about a boy who tried commiting suicide. He said he was at such a low point in his life that he thought the whole world couldn't care less about him. As he rode a bus to a bridge where he had planned to take a jump that would end his life, he said to himself, "If one person smiles at me, I won't jump; if one person asks me if I'm okay, I won't do it." He ended up jumping but surviving by a miracle. Still, this haunts me. Would I be the one to smile at a stranger on a bus? A simple smile could have changed his life right there. From then on, I've decided to smile. It doesn't take much. It's just a quick flash of teeth while making eye contact.
     I started thinking about who I am and what I am doing for those around me. Then I read a scripture that nailed it right on the head. Matthew 5: 14-16 in the bible reads, "Ye are the ^alight of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a ^acandle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your ^alight so shine before men, that they may see your good ^bworks, and ^cglorify your Father which is in heaven." I learned that I don't need to do something grand to change someone's life. I just need to live a life I can be pround of and others can be lifted by my attitude. The best way I've learned, is to do the simple service of smiling.
     Have you ever thought about what can make the difference between life and death? Have you considered that a smile could be the answer? A famous scripture tells us, "By small and simple things are great things brought to pass."

A Farmer's View

The Continental Army retreated
After being defeated.
Across New Jersey they went
Although, by now they were pretty spent.

Washington made a plan:
They were going to take a stand
Against these paid armies
Who were only in it for the moneys.

It was the winter of 1776.
These mercenaries had different ethnics.
16,900 came from Germany,
But this you cannot blame on me

For I am just a farmer;

Although not even close to a beggar.
Yes, their guard house is in my field
But I tried to tell them no, they just didn’t yield.

Down at the Delaware River
The Hessians were on the other side,

All drunk up from their parties,
So George Washington decided to take a big boat ride.

There was Glower, Knox, Mercer, and Hamilton
And in the front led good ol’ Washington,
Coming across these icy waters

Oh, these were our founding fathers.

Once on the other side,
And with barely any supplies,
They began to go.
They marched to their foe.

Once there, it became a bloody mess;
No sight for a princess.
And when a German colonel was beat,
They announced the Battle of Trenton complete.

Because of this great fight,
Where the men fought with all their might,
My kids can be raised
In a country where my God can be praised.

Jacob's Song

Jacob, this is my song for you.
Jacob, I really like your shoes,
'Cause they're black, white,
and probably sweaty inside.
Jacob,
Jacob.

Ryan's Song

Oh Ryan
This is the letter that I never got to write
It explains what we’ve been through
And how we’ve grown so tight

Dear Ryan
I must admit the 1^st day at EFY I was confused
You’ll see
Because my closest brother’s name just also happens to be
Ryan… Ryan

Now after I got over the shock
of thinking my brother was there
You were proclaimed ‘ravishing’
Which, I guess, that’s pretty fair

We declared ourselves a family
So does that make you my pop?
And since now you’re engaged to Rachel
I just gotta say ‘Good Luck!’

Ryan
This is the letter that I never got to write
It explains what we’ve been through
And how we’ve grown so tight

And then I got to know you
And you want to be a technical writer
Umm well have fun writing manuals
For washers and dryers

[But still there was…]
Game Night
Testimonies
Crazy amounts of pizza
Bunny Bunny
Breakfast
& a lil Justin Bieber
Talking ‘bout our favorite music
& how you like Thrice
Man I’m gonna miss that week
You were so nice

Hey Ryan
This is the letter that I never got to write

Moo Cows

Moo Cows

            One day I was sitting in a statistics class being pressured to figure out a project to analyze. Then cows came to mind. We discarded this idea, and then thought about doing something involving local pudding plants. After the realization that we don’t have many pudding plants, we came back to the cow idea. We planned our question to state, “Are the number of black spots on baby calves normally distributed?”          

We chose to do a population census to show the true number of spots a calf has. With forty-one calves on May 7, 2012 at the Perazzo Brothers’ Dairy we counted the number of black spots (that were at least three centimeters in diameter) on the calf in every pen (individual pens have individual calves).

            Our rough data looked like this:

Pen Number	Calf ID Number	Number of Spots
1	2091	4
2	2090	2
3	2089	1
4	2088	1
5	2087	1
6	2086	48
7	2084	6
8	2082	30
9	2081	1
10	2080	1
11	2079	7
12	2078	7
13	2077	8
14	2076	9
15	2074	3
16	2073	4
17	2072	3
18	2071	2
19	2070	1
20	2069	2
21	2068	15
22	2065	1
23	2064	1
24	2063	43
25	2062	6
26	2061	4
27	2060	1
28	18025	5
29	2057	1
30	2056	1
31	2055	6
32	2054	28
33	2053	6
34	2052	3
35	2050	1
36	2049	13
37	Untagged 1	8
38	Untagged 2	2
39	Untagged 3	10
40	Untagged 4	9
41	Untagged 5	14

            Our 5-Number Summary looks as follows:
                        Minimum – 1
                        First Quartile – 1
                        Median – 4
                        Third Quartile – 8.5
                        Maximum - 48

Now, on a side note we must add in a word about our bias. And don’t laugh because if you were collecting data with us, you would understand, but there was bias from us as data collectors. There were some calves that we loved more than the others and we spent more time with. For example, Calf #2077 we had nicknamed ‘The Devil’ and wanted to spend the least amount of time possible with her so we probably weren’t as thorough with her as we were with Calf Untagged 5, also known as Casper, who we loved spending time with. This bias could theoretically be fixed with some sort of blinding but we are confident that whoever went and took data would have the same conflict we did and naturally be drawn to some particular calves.

Then to organize our data, we put it into a histogram using ranges with a five spot difference between two of the separate bars (see below).

            According to the graph above, we conclude to say that the distribution of the number of spots on baby calves is definitely not normal. The graph shows that it is unimodal and skewed to the right. It does not have a normal curve or is normally distributed.

Noticing that there were four particular cows that were skewing the data, we took them out of the graph and had steak and milkshakes for dinner. It was delicious. No, but seriously. And we noted them as outliers. We made a new graph and analyzed the new distribution.

            As one can see, it is still unimodal and skewed to the right (as we figured it probably would be… the shape shouldn’t change or anything. Although it would have been nice if it had become “normal”… then at least we would have somewhere exciting to go with this project). We also changed the ranges that we used from going 1-5, 6-10, etc. to 1-3, 4-6, and so on. This made the distribution slightly different, but still the same basic idea. The bars on the graph also got wider for some reason. Guess that they enjoyed the steaks and milkshakes, too.

            Then, noticing that we had made a fatal error, we set out to fix that right away.

            “What fatal error?” you might ask. We had forgotten to check the conditions for a normal model. Yeah, we’re pretty ridiculous.

            Normal models have to be independent, random, and have a large enough number of experimental units. Since none of the calves were siblings we didn’t need to worry about the calves being independent. And because we were using all of the calves on a huge dairy, we didn’t figure that a big enough number was a problem. But the thing we neglected was that we needed a random sample. Nothing about our all-in-one census was random or a sample.

So in order for us to complete this condition we decided to use a random number generator to pick out fifteen random numbers and then graph those results according to the numbers on the first graph (the rough data list). We did this ten times, getting ten different sets of random numbers to compare to the Normal model.

            The distributions of each of our ten sets of randomly assigned pen numbers were unimodal (except for graph #5 which was bimodal) and were skewed to the right, just like the distribution of our graph for all of the data. These graphs can be found on the last page. We didn’t want to go and stick ten graphs right in the middle of all of this writing. It might be kind of distracting.

            Even though it didn’t qualify (probably because our “n” was not large enough), we designed a normal curve off of our total data set anyways. Our mean was 4.5946 and our standard deviation was 3.9753. Based on these values, our normal curve ended up looking like this:

By looking at this, one can see that, based on the Empirical rule, 68% of the calves in our sample had between .6193 and 8.5699 spots. Since earlier we had taken an interest in how the 1-2 spot range always had the most calves in it in our ten random samples, we conducted a test to find the probability that a calf from our sample had 1 or 2 spots. The normal curve from this test is on the next page, because there supposedly not enough room for it on this page.

After plugging the numbers into our handy-dandy online calculator (try finding a normal probability when you’ve already turned your calculator into the teacher, yeah it’s sort of difficult) we discovered that the probability of a calf from our sample having one to two spots was .074. This is a small probability, so I guess the calves at the Perazzo Brothers’ Dairy are just boss or something, because all of our graphs had the 1-2 with the most (except for graph number five and its stupid bimodal-ness).

In conclusion, the distribution of spots on calves is not normal; at least not for our sample. In all the samples we conducted they we severely skewed to the right.

 It might’ve been normal if we had a larger sample number. But, since we didn’t, our conclusion is limited to the calves at the Perazzo Brothers’ Dairy.

If we wanted to be able to expand the limitations of our sampling, we could sample more dairies in Fallon or other places to get a larger sample size. If someone were to replicate the same idea for this project, we suggest using other dairies and collecting data for a larger sample size. And in this way, you could apply this study to a larger region than just at the Perazzo Brothers’ Dairy.

All in all, this sample was fun to do, but disappointing with the results. 

Cinco de Mayo presentation

Cinco de Mayo presentation

In English
Puebla celebrates Cinco de Mayo with fiestas, dancing, decorations and food. Cinco De Mayo festivities in Mexico include colorful parades, bullfights, re-enactments of the 1862 battle, mariachi music, folk dancing, cultural festivals, dancing and feasts, and plenty of drinking. In the evening, there are spectacular firework displays and pinatas for the children. Cinco de Mayo ends with the traditional shouts of Viva Mexico! Viva Juárez! Now let’s go in depth
Traditional folk music in Mexico is classified as an ensemble, or group of musicians. A mariachi band is a popular style of Mexican folk music that consists of violin, guitar, trumpet, and vihuela instrumentalists. In fact the word “mariachi” comes from the French for marriage, “mariage.” Mariachi bands consist of at least five musicians that wear charro suits. Other popular Mexican folk music styles are Banda, Ranchera, Norteño.
There are military parades as a way of paying tribute to all the heroes, soldiers and civilians that gave their lives for their country.  Schools participate in parades too. It takes months of rehearsal and preparation for marching bands to perform and compete among others to be the best.  Parades are so popular that people wake up very early and rush to the streets seeking a good spot to watch and enjoy them.
Today, Latin American music is also popular to listen and dance to in Mexico. These genres of music are fast arrangements with a strong rhythm. Various dances have also emerged to accompany the music including meringue, salsa, rumba, cha-cha-cha, and mambo.
  In the Peñón de los Baños, a small barrio or neighborhood in Mexico City, very near the airport, the people organize a very popular representation of the Cinco de Mayo battle.  This play is a tradition that the people of the Peñón have kept alive for many years. Some of the inhabitants play the French invaders and others the Mexican army.  They even have fights with real gunpowder rifles!  And sometimes they do get hurt.
One of the biggest Cinco de Mayo celebrations on the West Coast takes place in Reno each year. There is usually several celebrations and activites for Cinco de Mayo in Reno, and one in North Lake Tahoe, too. So enjoy!


En Español

Puebla celebra Cinco de Mayo con fiestas, bailes, y comieda. Festividades del Cinco de Mayo en Mexico incluir coloridos desfiles, corridas de toros, recreaciones de la batalla de 1862, musica de mariachi, baile folcorica, y un monton de beber. En la noche, hay espectaculares fuegos artificiales y piñatas para los ninos. Cinco de Mayo termina con la tradicional gritos de !Viva Mexico! Ahora vamos a ir en profundidad:La musica folklorica tradicional en Mexico es un grupo de musicos. Una banda de mariachi es un estilo popular de  musica que consiste de violin, guitarra, trompeta, y vihuela instrumentistas. La palabra “mariachi” viene del frances para matrimonio. Bandas de Mariachi compuesto por al menos cinco musicos que llevan trajes de charro. Otros estilos de música de mexicana son Banda, Ranchera, norteña.Hay desfiles militares como una manera de rendir tributo a los héroes, soldados y civiles que dieron su vida por su país. Las escuelas también participan en desfiles. Lleva meses de ensayo y preparación para bandas marchantes realizar y competir entre otros para ser los mejores. Desfiles son tan populares que la gente despierte muy temprano y se van a las calles buscando un buen lugar para ver.Hoy, la música latinoamericana también es popular para escuchar y bailar en México. Estos géneros de la música son arreglos rápidos con un fuerte ritmo. Diversos bailes también han llegado para acompañar a la música, incluyendo merengue, salsa, rumba, el cha-cha-cha y mambo.Las mujeres visten con vestidos de colores brillantes y hombres visten ropa occidental auténtico para conmemorar la fiesta. Hay desfiles, bandas de Mariachi y gente bailando en las calles. Cinco de Mayo es una realmente un fiesta grande en Puebla.En el Peñón de los Baños, un pequeño vecindario en la ciudad de México, muy cerca del aeropuerto, la gente organiza una representación muy popular de la batalla del Cinco de Mayo. Esta obra es una tradición que el pueblo del Peñón ha mantenido vivo durante muchos años. Algunos de los habitantes juegan los invasores franceses y otros del ejército mexicano. Tienen peleas con rifles de polvora! a veces lastimanUna de las celebraciones de Cinco de Mayo más grandes en la costa oeste tiene lugar en Reno cada año. Hay generalmente varias celebraciones y actividades por Cinco de Mayo en Reno y uno en North Lake Tahoe, tambien. Está a sólo una hora de distancia. Este año, el 5 de mayo y 6 de mayo en el Grand Sierra Resort de 11 a 7.