Chemical clock

Jet Ski or Scuba Dive Reading texts, emails, tweets, articles, and web browsing in general have us reading more today than at any time in our history. The question is if reading all of these short snippets of information is nearly as valuable to us as reading whole texts was to us in the past. The internet that so many of us have come to depend on is a vast trove of information that is readily available to all of us. Having access to all of that information is an amazing thing but we should also

Tick, tock, tick, tock. The cogs in the clock spin and whir in harmony with an express purpose of moving the hands around the face, each part of the machine fulfilling its task. Like the clock, factories and companies require each link in the chain to work together in order to reach their full potential. The task of coordinating, arranging, fitting all these pieces together in order to reach maximum efficiency is executed by Industrial Engineers, a group that a number of students attending North

By: Calia Brown “All you gotta do is open yo legs!” Said the boy I had only seen a couple of times around school before. I felt like my life was flashing before my eyes. I was hoping for this moment to end. The smell of weed and cigs filled the air. It was a beautiful day outside and yet all I could hear was cars and buses rushing by. This is how I knew no one would hear my cry for help. Beep Beep Beep!!! Goes my alarm. It was time for school. Stuck in my bed not wanting

While he was not observing the stars, one problem that plagued Huygens throughout his life was that of time. In 1658, he was the first to build a pendulum clock -- the first great step towards modern timekeeping (Magill et. al.). He published the schematics and his speculations about future improvements in his Horologium in 1658. While this solved the problem of keeping time, one of the most important applications of this technology continually evaded him. In order to reliably determine ones latitude

“Wake up,” Josie Said to me as she pulled the comforter off of my bed. “Five more minutes,” I slowly griped. “No, Gabriel, we have to get our bags packed, today's the day,” Said Josie. I sat up noticing the monumental amount of light that was pouring into my room through my window. A few minutes later, I decided that I was ready to get out of my bed. While I was getting up, I quickly realized that I wasn’t ready; I got up anyway. My bones were aching worse than a two day old flu shot, and

When I woke up that Tuesday morning in 7th grade, I thought it would be like any other day, until my head started excruciatingly pounding. Even worse, it didn’t go away. Something was wrong. Prior to this, I was a relatively healthy child. I participated in many sports; played “the floor is lava” constantly with my brothers (who doesn’t know that game?!), climbed trees in our front yard every day, and hung upside down on the monkey bars at recess all the time. I did everything any other kid would

this is the Final day of the Hitler youth we were woken up at dawn and were to get in line and march to the mess hall we all sat down at the table the food that was offered for breakfast was delicious, after breakfast we all went outside and went for a hike up a mountain it was difficult to keep my balance the rocks were wet from the night before and a lot of the rocks didn’t stay in place and when I grabbed them they would fall out of place and tumble down the mountain when we got to the top we

the story. The smiley face has a blood stain spattered from its center to the upper left which is interpreted as a clock’s minute hand that points at twelve minutes to the hour which is in particularly implied to have a connection with the Doomsday Clock. According to this, the few minutes left are interpreted to be representing how the “catastrophic destruction of the world is very close.” The smiley faces being a representation of innocence and how everything appears to be very well but have been

I wake to the sound of harsh car horns and street vendors yelling at tourists to buy their “limited edition” bobble heads of our president Donald Trump VIII. What a way to wake up. Back home I was greeted with the crash of sleepy morning waves and calls of the seagulls letting me know it was morning. Carlsbad was where I grew up for the seventeen years I have been alive and planned to spend the rest of my life. That dream was crushed when Trump decided to start testing his nuclear weapons off the

Have you ever woken up in the morning to get ready for school but have the urge to go straight to bed again? Well, you’re not alone. Here’s how it all starts. The alarm rings and you lay in bed hoping it’s just a part of your dream. When you realize it’s not, you are forced to move and have to turn the horrible sound off. There are two ways you could go from here. You could either “close your eyes for a bit”, but actually end up sleeping in. Or you could get up and have to face a long school day