2) The volume of a cube is increasing at a rate of 10 cubic cm per minute. How fast is the surface area increasing when the length of an edge is 30 cm?
I can=)
Taking the first derivative,
6x^5 + 6y^5(dy/dx) = 0
dy/dx = -6x^5/6y^5
dy/dx = -x^5/y^5
To get y" or d^2y/dx^2 --- take the derivative of the above equation. (second derivative)
Volume = V = x^3
where
x = length of the side of the cube
Surface area = S = 6x^2
Since x = V^1/3, then the equation for the surface area is modified to
Below is my speech that i gave at school today, it was only 2 minutes long so it should take you less than that to read it if you'd like to. IT IS A ROUGH DRAFT of what i actually said, i changed it and used different words as i went...in fact i think it was better when i actually did it instead of reading it.
"Just Bag It" Speech
John 8:55-Yet ye have not known him; but I know him: and if I should say, I know him not, I shall be a liar like unto you: but I know him.
In my experience I have found that I feel the most comfortable around someone when I know more about them.
So, because I’d like you to feel comfortable when you speak to me, I’m going to enlighten you about myself.
Three important things to me are, playing volleyball, playing the violin, and being involved in my church.
First, I’m going to tell you about my favorite sport, Volleyball. I have played volleyball on my adult church team for the past 2 years and my 3rd season starts in 2 weeks. My team isn’t the most professional but last year we did win 4 games and received the sportsmanship award. Volleyball is my favorite sport because a) it’s the only one I’m good at, and b) because it doesn’t require me to be extremely physically fit. Good thing too, because I’m not!
Second, I’d like to tell you about my musical talent. I enjoy playing the violin and have done so for the past 9 years. The majority of my playing takes place in my church orchestra on Sundays and Wednesdays.
I am honored that God has given me such a talent and I am always excided and challenged when our orchestra gets a new musical number to learn.
Finally, I’m going to tell you the most important thing in my life, my involvement with my church. Each Sunday and Wednesday I take great joy in serving God not only by playing in the orchestra, but I also serve in the bus ministry that picks up kids who don’t have transportation to church.
While serving God thrills me, the preaching time is the best. Though I’m not always exuberant to see what I’m doing wrong in my life, I’m always blessed when I get it right. I realized just this past week that I spend %15 of my week at Church. That shows how big a part of my life it is!
Today I’ve told you 3 things that define me: my favorite sport, my musical talent, and my church involvement.
So in the future, if you aren’t comfortable around someone, its probably because you don’t know him or her very well, but now, you can’t say that about me.
Misconception: Settlement in the New World Is Not What Students Thought
“When was the country we now know as the United States first settled?”
James W. Loewen asked many college students this very question, hoping the answer would be 30,000 B.C., but the consensus among the students was 1620. Yes, the year of the First Thanksgiving was in their minds. Loewen states in his article, “The Truth about the First Thanksgiving” (76), “…my students’ heads have been filled with America’s origin myth, the story of the First Thanksgiving.” The well-known story of the First Thanksgiving portrayed America as a bright land where the Pilgrims and Indians met in peace and shared a feast. But according to Loewen this is not so, and students have this misconception about the first settlement in America because their history textbooks have not told them otherwise; there has either been no acknowledgement or textbooks have barely mentioned the massive amount of death that took place and bad relations between the pilgrims and the Indians.
Loewen believes one of the important factors that students are oblivious to is the enormous amount of death during the settling of America. Settlers from Europe carried diseases to the Americas themselves, as did their livestock. These diseases the Indians had no immunity to. Second, Natives and settlers were naturally rivals. This too resulted in many Indian deaths. Sadly, as a result, each time new settlers came to the new world there were less and less natives.
In addition, Loewen believes students have the wrong idea about the Pilgrims. Some choose to debate why the Pilgrims ended up in Massachusetts when they set out for Virginia, but that’s history, we may never know. More importantly is what they did when they got here. Loewen says, while textbooks paint Pilgrims to be “a pious and moral band” (89), he knows another side of the Pilgrims that the textbooks do not tell. Pilgrims did not have agricultural knowledge, so they forced Indians to teach them, “slavery” Loewen calls it. Not only that, the Pilgrims stole from Indian’s homes, and also robbed their graves. Indeed the Pilgrims were not the sweet spirited, innocent people students think them to have been.
When I looked back at what I believe to be true about the settlement of America, I realized I viewed it from the same perspective as Loewen’s students. But, The American Past, by Joseph R. Conlin, justly represents Loewen’s non-traditional perspective of death in America (17-19). However, unlike Loewen, Conlin blames the Indian casualties more on disease rather than rivalries between the pilgrims and natives. In respect to the Pilgrim’s actions toward natives, Conlin is traditional in his portrayal of the Pilgrims and acknowledges nothing of the thefts or slavery. In fact, according to Conlin, Squanto taught the Pilgrims to farm, and wealth was never mentioned.
Loewen believes that “Correctly taught, the issues of the era of the First Thanksgiving could help Americans grow more thoughtful and more tolerant, rather that more ethnocentric” (97). Is it important to know all possible truths about the past? Yes, students should be able to decide what they believe as truth. But in order to do so, they cannot just be told a small part of the story. Loewen states, “Surely, in history, ‘truth should be held sacred, at what ever cost’” (97).
Works Cited
Conlin, Joseph R. The American Past: A Survey of American History, Volume 1: To 1877, Enhanced Eighth Edition. Belmont, CA: Thomson Wadsworth, 2009.
Loewen, James W. Lies My Teacher Told Me: Everything Your American History Textbook Got Wrong. New York: Simon & Schuster Inc., 1996.
Attention Getter = “Hello everyone . . . how is everybody doing today?”
-Simple enough question that Obama got the children’s attention effectively.
2. Link to Audience = “I know that for many of you, today is the first day of
school. And for those of you in kindergarten, or starting middle or high school,it’s your first day in a new school, so it’s understandable if you’re a little nervous. I imagine there are some seniors out there who are feeling pretty good right now, with just one more year to go. And no matter what grade you’re in, some of you are probably wishing it were still summer, and you could’ve stayed in bed just a little longer this morning.”
-Obama links himself to the school children by letting them know he understands where they are coming from.
3.Credibility Statement = “I know that feeling. When I was young, my family lived overseas. I lived in Indonesia for a few years, and my mother didn’t have the money to send me where all the American kids went to school. Which she thought it was important for me to keep up with an American education. So she decided to teach me extra lessons herself, Monday through Friday – but because she had to go to work, the only time that she could do it was at 4:30 in the morning”
-Obama’s credibility statement is weak because his situation was quite different from that of the students, but it does show that he knew how hard it was to stick with school.
4.Preview = “And that’s what I want to focus on today: the responsibility each you
has for your education.”
-Obama’s preview isn’t quite broad enough because the speech is mainly about
student’s responsibility to their country through their education, not just their responsibility for their own education. However, I think this was good for the speech because it would likely be overwhelming to immediately tell the kids they are affecting our country each time they do their homework.
Body
1.Everyone has potential.
2.Whatever you do in life will require an education.
3.We all face challenges in life that affect our school.
4.Set goals and commit to fulfill them.
5.We all fail at one point or another, but we should learn from our failure and try again.
6.America is made greater by those that that don’t quit.
Conclusion
1.Restates Summary = “So today, I want to ask you, what’s your contributiongoing to be? What problems are you going to solve? What discoveries will you make? What will a president who comes here in twenty or fifty or one hundred years say about what all of you did for this country?”
- When Obama restates his summary he includes more of what the summary really is instead of his original “The responsibility each or you has for your education”.This is good because it brings a better conclusion to the paper than going back to the understatement that this speech is only about your responsibility to yourself.
2.Link to Attention Getter = It was not in the speech, but I don’t think it affects the speech because he concludes talking about “you”, and how “you” will make a difference.
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written. - Brian Moore
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The Bible says you can know 100% that you will go to heaven when you die. How you ask?
1. You must Recognize Your Condition
Romans 3:23 "For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God." This means that NO ONE is good enough to go to Heaven on his (or her) own merit. No matter how much good we do, we still fall short of God's perfection.
Uh oh....that's not good....but read on!
2. You must also Relize the Penalty for Sin
Romans 6:23a "For the wages of sin is death...." This means that just as there are wages (payment) for good, there is punishment for wrong. The penalty for our sin is eternal death in a place called Hell.
Uh oh...still not good...but here comes the good....no...GREAT news!!!
3. You must Believe that Christ Died for You Romans 6:23b ".....but the GIFT of God is eternal life through Christ our Lord." Romans 10:13 "For whosoever (meaning anyone and everyone) shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved." This means that Everlasting life in Heaven is a gift purchased by the blood of Jesus and offered freely to those who call upon Him in faith.
If you would like to accept God's gift of eternal life all you have to do is ask God for it in prayer. (relize that it is not meere words that save you, but your faith that Jesus died for you.)
We'll help you word your prayer.
Dear Jesus, I know that I am a sinner. Please forgive me of my sins. Jesus, come into my heart and save my soul from Hell. I believe you died on the cross for my sins and I'm trusting in You, and You alone, to take me to Heaven when I die. Thank you for saving my soul. Amen
If you prayed this prayer please let us know so we can Rejoice with you!
Once you are saved, this does not mean you will never sin again. So when you do, pray and ask God to forgive you. He Saved you from past and future sins. You can never lose your salvation, once saved FOREVER saved!
