Kaylee Plott Research Paper

Most people don’t know the backstory of one of the first African American women to help the first space launch. Katherine Johnson was one of them. They were called computers because they were African American. She affected the greatest history event of all time.It is a pleasure for me to tell you about the impact Katherine Johnson made in our lives till this day.

Kate Kimball is an award-winning fiction author who has worked hard to be in the position she is in now. Despite currently struggling with her health, she has continued to peruse her English PhD in Creative Writing here at Florida State University. Born in beautiful Salt Lake City, Utah Kimball is surprised to find herself over 2,000 miles away now studying in the sunshine state. FSU offers one of the top creative writing programs that currently is ranked top 5 in the nation according to The Atlantic Monthly. Kimball was excited to be accepted into the accredited program after earning her bachelor’s from the University of Utah and masters at Virginia Tech. Kimball has always loved writing and says, “Creative writing allows you to write about

The weather was decent, but evening was approaching and it was getting chillier. A lay on my stomach and steady the tube as Noah gets on. We grab on to the handles in front of us and the tube is propelled forward by the boat. We started picking up speed, but it was still easy to stay on the tube. We started reaching speeds of up to forty miles per hour. It was amazing, the water flashed by on either side. We were still going straight but we were ramping off waves. The water splashed in my face every time we went airborne and landed again, but I didn’t care. And then we started turning. We turned right, which was the side I was on. We just let the tube go where it wanted to go, but that was a mistake. The tube came closer to the gigantic wave made by the boat engine. We reamped of the wave, and I knew I was a goner. I began sliding off the tube, and I thought I was gone. Finally my body was flung into the water, but my hands had a firm grip on the handle bars. Uncle ralph slowed down enough so I could pull myself up on the tube. With most of my body soaking wet, and slippery. When we turned again we turned left. This time we tried to lean against the wave. The tactic worked pretty good, but me hit the wave again. Noah was gone in an instant. I look back and he is floating some ways back

So Fernanda jumped and “pencil dived” to grab Roene, and it worked! But when Fernanda was grabbing Roene, she dropped the rope and hatchet. When Nathan and I were landing in the water, we had to loosen the chest strap before we landed. Once we landed we had to take it off carefully and let the parachute sink. Roene and Fernanda wanted to save the parachute, for supplies. So before they hit the water, Fernanda dropped Roene into the water, Roene swam away a little. While Fernanda was still in the air she loosened the chest strap and when she landed she took it off. Meanwhile, Roene quickly grabbed the parachute and successfully saved it. We swam towards each other while Nathan inflated the dinghy. We were about a three-minute swim away from each other, but there were some pretty big waves. When we noticed that there were sharks! While the rest of us were panicking, Fernanda discovered that they were whale sharks! She told us that whale sharks don’t eat humans! We were so relieved. While we were paddling to shore, Roene hit Nathan in the head with her oar! Nathan got a concussion, but he was okay since he just lay on the bottom of the dinghy. We were a six-hour paddle

We get back into the car. I breathe deeply. Through puffs of smoke, Thomas says, “That guy sounds like a dick.” We merge onto a different highway. The sun is rising. I think only of the Pacific Ocean, of the light on the water, of the sound of waves crashing over my feet. I remember kayaking on the ocean with my father and his friend. I was young, nine or ten. On top of the waves, my father told me that we were going to roll the kayak. He said that while we were under the water, I couldn’t let go of him. He said that I had to make him proud, that I would be in trouble if I embarrassed him in front of his friend. He said that my sister was too afraid to roll the kayak, but I was different, I was brave. Once we got under the water, dad kept flailing around. He tried to push me off of him, but my legs were locked around his chest. He was testing me, but I wouldn’t let go. My lungs burned. I told myself that I just needed to hang on ten more seconds, ten more seconds. I thought I could hear my dad’s voice under the waves. Someone was under the waves with us. Arms pulled me away from dad, but I fought them. The arms were too strong, they pulled me into the air and held me above the waves. I thought that dad would be furious that I had let go, but once he rolled the kayak back up, dad looked afraid. His friend asked him what had happened. Dad said he wasn’t strong enough to roll us back up, that he couldn’t breathe, that he

Katherine Tekakwitha, known to Catholics as St. Kateri Tekakwitha and called by them the “Lily of the Mohawks,” was born at Ossernenon (now Auriesville, New York) in 1656. Her mother, Tagaskouita, was an Alqonquin native American and a Christian. Her father, Kenneronkwa, was a Mohawk chief and followed traditional native practices. She received her given name of “Tekakwitha” (which means “she who bumps into things”) after a bout with smallpox when she was four damaged her eyesight and scarred her face. The epidemic ravaged the Mohawk population around Ossernon until 1663 and claimed both her parents and brother. Tekawitha was adopted by an aunt and her husband, chief of the Turtle clan. The survivors relocated to Caughnawaga (“wild water” in Mohawk) two miles upstream on the Mohawk river.

Kristi was born in 1972. Kristi spent her childhood in the years 1972-1985 and her teenage years from 1985-1990. There are five people in her family, including two parents, Nancy and Harlan, and two sisters, Roxanne and Michelle in that order with Kristi being the youngest daughter. A typical day in Kristi’s life while in high school was to wake up, go to school, go to sports practice after school, come home, eat supper, do homework, and then go to bed for the next day.

This agreement releases Kayla Nord from all liability relating to injuries that may occur during any work taking place outside and/or in sunlight, and/or if Kayla has not been properly caffeinated throughout the day. By signing this agreement, I agree to hold Kayla Nord entirely free from any liability, including financial responsibility for injuries and/or fatalities incurred, regardless of whether injuries and/or fatalities are caused by negligence.

On August 26, 1918, in West Virginia, Joshua Coleman and Joylette Coleman had a baby girl. She would grow up to be one of the smartest women in the world. She would be an inspiration to all. Her name is Katherine Johnson.

When Katherine Garetson filed a claim on 160 acres of land in Tahosa Valley, she was 37 years old. The general consensus was that she was doomed to fail in her endeavor, as she knew nothing about homesteading and the extent of her skills were cooking, sewing, reading and writing. Her desperation for independence was way greater than her shortcomings, though. When her father suffered financial trouble, she had to move in with her married sister, Helen Dings. Because one of Helen’s sons was sick with was thought to be tuberculosis, the family made a trip to Colorado on the advice of the child’s physician during the summer of 1909. The family chose the Longs Peak Inn in Estes Park for their stay. They were so fond of the area, that they returned

Ministering the Father’s love, grace and forgiveness, John and Carol Arnott have seen the Holy Spirit move in signs and wonders that has resulted in worldwide revival. Millions of lives have been touched and changed through God’s power and Christ’s love.

Upon stepping in the boat, they handed us blue ponchos. The floor was metal, with thin, almond-shaped bumps on them, forming many little crosses. There were some rooms where you could watch through the windows and not get wet. Thinking that was pretty boring, I chose staying outside, where blue chairs lined the walls of the rooms inside. I chose a seat on the starboard side, quite close to the metal railings that bordered the walls of the boat. My little sister sat next to me, her smiling face bursting with excitement. I felt a little jerk, and the boat started moving and the thundering falls grew closer. Though I was warned not to stand up, I got excited and rushed out of my seat, eager to see the falls. My hands grabbed the railings as I watched the roaring waters go around in a horseshoe shape. After a while. the sky darkened, lightning flashed, thunder boomed, winds whipped up, and it started pouring. I started to regret staying outside and started slowly making my back to my seat. The boat lurched to the starboard side, and I slid back to the railing. My sister, the only other person nearby, screamed as she jerked forward, her seatbelt stopping her from flying into the water. I slowly got up but the boat lurched to the other side and I went flying forward, my head hitting a chair. Clutching my head, my vision dimmed and I went flying towards the railing again. Horrified, I suddenly realized that I missed the metal bar entirely and was actually hurtling towards the water. On impact, my body instinctively curled into a ball. I fought to reach the surface, but the water from the falls was pushing me down. When my head last broke the surface, I saw many more people in the place where I fell out. They were probably the people from the inside, who saw me tumbling out of the boat. The freezing water made it hard to think and hard to move. After around what I thought was

Kaylee Swenson is a fourteen year old girl, soon to be fifteen. She is a kind, bubbly, fun person. She is a good person and a good student. She is also an artist and musical fanatic.

“I can do all the things through Christ who strengthens me - Philippians 4:13.” A quote that Kiara Burwell lives by on a daily basis.

He hurried to the bow and opened up the anchor-locker and pulled out the anchor. He chucked the anchor. Somehow the knot that connected the rope to the anchor's chain came undone and the anchor went flying and sunk into the bay. We were both frozen like what happened didn't register in our heads. "What do we do now?" He said almost angry. I grabbed a pair of boots made for the marine environment out of a bag in the back of the boat as we got feet closer to the rocks. I put them on and held my feet off the side of the boat to keep the rocks from hitting the boat I realized it was worthless as I heard the scratching of fiberglass coming from the bottom of the boat. The rocks weren't just across the coastline, they were underwater. So I put my feet back into the boat and analyzed what we did and what needs to be done. Even though we were on the side of a bridge during 5 o'clock traffic we were still stranded. There were no boats on the water because everyone else was smart enough to not be on the water. My dad and I both got our phones out and started making calls. Then in about 2 minutes we saw a boat and tried to wave them down except they started waving back. They thought we were just being a friendly boater. Then I realized we had an air horn so I shook it and pointed it to the sky and pushed my finger down and it sounded. They turned