Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Geometry B/C: Chapter 10, Math Project
Geometry B/C: Chapter 10, Math Project
Grading:
10/10=110%
9/10=105%
8/10=95%
7/10=90%
6/10=80%
5/10=75%
4/10=70%
3 or below/10=0%
Grading:
10/10=110%
9/10=105%
8/10=95%
7/10=90%
6/10=80%
5/10=75%
4/10=70%
3 or below/10=0%
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Monday, February 24, 2014
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Married or Not You Should Read This
I, Mr. Kim, did not write this.
"When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until deaths do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears.
I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
- See more at: http://www.seenox.com/2014/02/17/you-should-read-this-married-or-not/#sthash.zLOtLxVu.Hxn83PlP.dpuf
Friday, February 14, 2014
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Of Beauty
I, Mr. Kim, did not write the following article.
Dr. Kelly Flanagan, a licensed clinical psychologist and happy father of three, keeps a fantastic blog, full of wonderful opinions and personal advice. He has made a habit out of writing letters to his young daughter, to help teach her about the world. But not only his daughter could benefit from reading his wise words.
Dr. Kelly Flanagan, a licensed clinical psychologist and happy father of three, keeps a fantastic blog, full of wonderful opinions and personal advice. He has made a habit out of writing letters to his young daughter, to help teach her about the world. But not only his daughter could benefit from reading his wise words.
Check out what he
had to say about the make-up and fashion industry. They are great words to live
by.
Dear Little One,
As I write this, I’m sitting in the makeup aisle of our local
Target store. A friend recently texted me from a different makeup aisle and
told me it felt like one of the most oppressive places in the world. I wanted
to find out what he meant.
And now that I’m sitting here, I’m beginning to agree with him.
Words have power, and the words on display in this aisle have a deep power.
Words and phrases like:
Affordably gorgeous,
Infallible,
Flawless finish,
Brilliant strength,
Liquid power,
Age defying,
Instant age rewind,
Choose your dream,
Natural beauty.
When you have a daughter you
start to realize she’s just as strong as everyone else in the house—a force to
be reckoned with, a soul on fire with the same life and gifts and passions as
any man. But sitting in this store aisle, you also begin to realize most people
won’t see her that way. They’ll see her as a pretty face and a body to enjoy.
And they’ll tell her she has to look a certain way to have any worth or
influence.
But words do have power and
maybe, just maybe, the words of a father can begin to compete with the words of
the world. Maybe a father’s words can deliver his daughter through this
gauntlet of institutionalized shame and into a deep, unshakeable sense of her
own worthiness and beauty.
A father’s words aren’t
different words, but they are words with a radically different meaning:
Brilliant strength. May your strength be not
in your fingernails but in your heart. May you discern in your center who you
are, and then may you fearfully but tenaciously live it out in the world.
Choose your dream. But not from a department
store shelf. Find the still-quiet place within you. A real dream has been
planted there. Discover what you want to do in the world. And when you have
chosen, may you faithfully pursue it, with integrity and with hope.
Naked. The world wants you to take your clothes off. Please keep
them on. But take your gloves off. Pull no punches. Say what is in your heart.
Be vulnerable. Embrace risk. Love a world that barely knows what it means to
love itself. Do so nakedly. Openly. With abandon.
Infallible. May you be constantly,
infallibly aware that infallibility doesn’t exist. It’s an illusion created by
people interested in your wallet. If you choose to seek perfection, may it be
in an infallible grace—for yourself, and for everyone around you.
Age defying. Your skin will wrinkle
and your youth will fade, but your soul is ageless. It will always know how to
play and how to enjoy and how to revel in this one-chance life. May you always
defiantly resist the aging of your spirit.
Flawless finish. Your finish has nothing
to do with how your face looks today and everything to do with how your life
looks on your last day. May your years be a preparation for that day. May you
be aged by grace, may you grow in wisdom, and may your love become big enough
to embrace all people. May your flawless finish be a peaceful embrace of the
end and the unknown that follows, and may it thus be a gift to everyone who
cherishes you.
Little One, you love everything
pink and frilly and I will surely understand if someday makeup is important to
you. But I pray three words will remain more important to you—the last three
words you say every night, when I ask the question: “Where are you the most
beautiful?” Three words so bright no concealer can cover them.
Where are you the most
beautiful?
On the inside.
From my heart to yours,
Daddy
To see more of Dr. Flanagan’s writings, check out his blog. This man has a
good head on his shoulders, more of us could stand to have his kind of good
sense.
Kelly Flanagan also has a free ebook out, called The Marriage Manifesto:
Turning Your World Upside Down. If you like what he wrote in this
letter, you should probably check it out.
Source: Dr. Kelly Flanagan
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Common Core Standards
The Common Core State Standards Initiative is an education initiative in the United States
that details what K-12 students should know in mathematics at the end of each
grade.
A Letter to Parents
Dear Parent(s) or Guardian (s),
Welcome to my website! This is an innovative classroom experiment in order to improve lines of communication between the parents(s) or guardians(s), the student(s), and me, the teacher. This website began just this year and it has not stopped growing and improving. I highly recommend you to explore every link on the website because it contains important information regarding the classroom and mathematics.
I welcome your feedback so I can tailor my website to individual needs. Feel free to email me at jaehkim.a@gmail.com
Best, Jae Kim
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