My First Grade Algebra Test

Seeing as there was nowhere else to go, you shuffled over to the opening and frowned. It was dark and you could just barely make out a doorway to what was most likely another room. What really threw you off guard was how nicely the doorway was carved. An intricate pattern wove itself around the exit. Did that mean… someone else was here? At the thought of possibly being able to get out of here with the help of another person made you scurry over to the patterned doorway with little hesitation. The sleeves of your two-sizes-too-big sweater fell down to wrap loosely around your forearms when you reach over and grabbed the wall to peak around into the next area.

The most significant challenge I have faced is trying to succeed in an academic class, Algebra 2, by using certain ideas. A method that doesn’t constantly work for me is reviewing the notes of the most difficult class because it is always incredibly difficult to concentrate. So I experiment and consider ideas that will help me improve and succeed in not only my class but mindset as well.

I would enjoy taking pre-AP Algebra II because I want to be ready for college courses. I love challenging myself, especially in math because that is my favorite subject. I will be willing to put as much time doing things for this class, like studying and doing homework. This year, because of geometry, I have figured out how hard classes can be, but also how much help all of the homework and study flashcards have given me. Also, I can easily complete assignments on my own because I have plenty of time to work on them and I enjoy working by myself. Taking pre-AP Algebra II would help significantly in the future.

I crawl towards the light and began to stretch my right arm towards it, I could feel it is the door; they left it open. I slowly pull the door open, revealing an environment just like a jail. I scan around me and see that I am surrounded by guards. Although, I also see that the entrance of this encampment is located a few metres away from me. I know this is my only chance of survival. I sprint towards the door, I turn around and begin to see a group of guards behind me, I continue to run and reached half-way, I hear a woman scream "hey!" but did not turn around. I am now near the gate, although I keep hearing the same voice, a scream in fact. I turn around for a split second and saw a woman. Our eyes instantly lock together like two magnets. I know the look on those eyes, they're the same fearful yet innocent eyes that I saw from my mother when she was murdered by the Gaia family. "Zuco!" she says. I stood there for a moment, guns pointing at me like a hundred cameramen taking pictures of a celebrity. It can't be, I saw her death first hand, although there is this feeling that I cannot remove, the uncertainty of whether or not this is even possible. I am so close to the door, I know that I can turn around and possibly make it out, or go towards my mother but surely we both will die. It isn't worth it. I look at her and thought she would be fine if I left her. I took a sigh and ran straight towards the door, I also spot that my mother is running too, unsure of what direction. I continue to run but as I run further and further a white structure appears to be getting larger and larger in front of me. I am running towards a wall. Although, there seems to be another structure, only this time shaped like a human being. As I run closer to it, I realise that it is my mother. I came running as fast as I can towards her, and after twenty years I received my first hug, I

A1.4. B Write and graph an equation for a line given the slope and the y-intercept, the slope and a point on the line, or two points on the line, and translate between forms of linear equations

My foot started a steady tapping rhythm on the floor, and I could no longer stay seated. Time was not my ally, and my inevitable departure was looming over me. I gathered what was left of myself up off the floor and took one last tour of my

I woke startled, dazed and confused basically drowning in my own sweat. Where on earth am I. I got up and spun around and all I could see was four blank walls that seemed like they were closing in on me. The only thing that stood out was a lone door placed right in the middle of one of the walls. Without even thinking about it, I started to carefully creep forward towards the door, but as I did this I could hear movement on the other side and the door began to open. I was lightning quick to react and rushed up to the wall right beside the door and nervously watched as a large figure began to enter the dimly lit room. He looked around and noticed the empty space and shouted out in surprise, but I was quick and without a second thought grabbed him and slammed his head against the wall, knocking him out cold.

Hell, If I could, I would have turned right around. But I couldn’t. There was still something blocking my free will. It wanted me to go inside one of the buildings. Seconds later I feel the same force dragging me towards the A lettered building. 4 windows covered with dust shadow the view from the inside. I can barely make out the structures inside. Obviously everything was abandoned, so the sound of nothingness, not even the wind, was very eery. I arrived to the front entrance. You could clearly see how old everything was. The brick and concrete were beginning to crumble, chunks of rock falling from the building's sides. A large rusty chain was keeping the twin metal doors locked with a simple padlock on them. The rust seemed as though it was severe. A simple pull and the whole thing came apart with the lock on the ground. “How long has this been here?”, i question. Rust shouldn’t have weakened the metal that much. My legs alert me once more and I continue forward march. Through the twin doors, I was in what looked like an old, burned office. There was a receptionists desk in front of me charred black, filing cabinets all around were also charred. Everything in there was burnt to a crisp. There was no smell in there, so this was not recent. I continued up to some metal stairs which made some uneasy noises. Once up there was only one place to go, a conference room of sorts. Charred tables and chairs, but my legs keep me moving. They take me

How has been the first month of school been for you? The UCVTS campus is massive compared to the Elizabeth High School, it’s more difficult finding somewhere to sit and work during the lunch period than locating the classes. The classes are an hour or so and the amount of students per each is small, in my combined algebra class there are eleven kids. This is a blessing and a curse, the teacher can focus on each student individually but it’s so quiet during practice time that you can hear a pin drop. I know you have deeply rooted hatred for math and practically are the founder of Against Math International Club, but the skills developed while learning mathematics are essential.

Hello it is your student Shems Haman from algebra 1b. I thought this unit was very important for the future of algebra. One subject I learned from this unit is exponents. The teacher assigned us a video to watch and I liked how they put all the technique of exponents in just one video. They said there was six tools / techies for exponents. The first tool/ technique is the power of one. For example x^1 then that would equal x because this rule says if nothing is with the exponent 1 it will always equal itself. Another tool/ technique is if you have a negative exponent then it is it's inter verse. For example if you have y^-4 then it is 1/y^4. This only works when y isn't 0. Multiplying exponent is another technique. This technique is when there

The first couple steps were bumpy, my trembling feet vibrating against the crackling floor. The door swings open as I go to knock creating a loud screeching noise. As I walk into the unfamiliar home, I become more aware of the man I'm about to meet. I travel further into his world and can hear the noise coming from under my feet. I get closer and closer until I find it, the crooked door where he told me to meet him. As the stairs appears from the darkness, my path becomes lighted ahead of me.

It was late Tuesday, and I was up late reading an allegory when a muffled thud pulled me back to reality. I sat up still as a statue while I listened. the sound seemed to be coming from downstairs. I sprang out of bed and ran into the across the hallway.

Walking into eighth grade math class everyday made my heart stop. Nothing was clicking for me, I couldn’t grasp what was going on. Numbers were flying around in my brain, while everyone else understood what was being taught. I was frustrated and embarrassed that I couldn’t solve the problems that had been put on the board and would pray my teacher didn’t call on me to solve them. I didn’t understand what I could be doing wrong,

Hi, and welcome to Algebra! I know that right now this class seems difficult and confusing, but it does eventually make sense. It is my job to prepare you for the coming year and to make sure that everything goes smoothly. So let’s get to that.

I heard a loud noise that caused me to sit straight up from lying on the ground attempting to sleep on the cold, hard concrete floor. The sounds of car engines were getting louder and louder. They suddenly stopped and men’s footsteps grew close to my cell. I heard Mr. Finch’s voice in the crowd trying to calm everyone down. The smell of whiskey was filling the air, it was so dense I could taste it on my tongue. Surprisingly out of all the men i could hear children arguing with Mr. Finch. There were deep voices of the men telling Mr. Finch to get the children out of here. Then the yells of a young girl shattered the room, I stood up quickly to try and peer through the two by two foot barred window that was a foot over my head.