My Learning Journey
BTT1O
1. The Golden Ratio
Golden Ratio: 1:1.61803398875, the ratio that a/a+b = a/b. This is the mathematical formula for the most visually
appealing rectangle. When you have a “Golden Rectangle”, when you have a square inside it that is a x a, the remaining a+b-a x a rectangle is again the Golden Ratio, and you have another Golden Rectangle. A series of these can make the Golden Spiral.
The Golden Ratio is represented by the Greek letter Phi = φ. You can use the Golden Ratio in things like art and photography. The Rule of Thirds was based off of the Golden Spiral and many famous painters used the Golden Rectangle in their paintings.
Extending my knowledge
Gimp
Intro to Gimp
Extending my Knowledge
1. Right click on the image you want to add the channel to.
2. Click "Layers" and then click "Transparency".
3. Click "Add Alpha Channel"
4. Using the cutting tool, select the area that you want to get rid of and then click "Delete".
5. To save the image, go to "File" and click "Save As". Then click "Choose Extension" and select ".PNG". Click Save.
Adding the Layer
Cutting
Saving
Text Effects in Publisher
Intro to Microsoft Publisher
Extending my Knowledge
So...
Right Click
Final Product
Resilience
Creativity
The Horrible Ordeal
Heather was a very adventurous woman. She loved to do extreme things like
bungee jumping, skydiving and downhill skiing. So when a co-worker offered to take
her with him on a camping trip to the Yukon via private jet, she was ecstatic. She
immediately said yes, and made arrangements to leave the next day. So Heather
packed her suitcase, met her co-worker at the airport, and left.
As they were flying over Northern Ontario, the jet began to bounce around in
the air like a rag doll in a washing machine. The pilot’s voice came over the
intercom, “Please do not panic, we are experiencing some heavy turbulence.” But
fifteen minutes later, the turbulence was getting worse. All of a sudden, there was a
large flash of white light from the left side of the plane, accompanied by a
resounding, “BOOM!”. To the horror of everyone on the plane, they watched the
flaming jet engine violently separate from the wing. The entire plane began to tilt to
the right and dive steeply.
Out the window, Heather could see the pine and evergreen forests of Northern
Ontario grow nearer and nearer, the trees below grow rapidly larger. The
stewardesses and Heather’s co-worker were screaming, but that noise was not nearly
as haunting as the whistling sound the jet made while it dived faster and faster, as
gravity yanked it mercilessly towards the ground. With approximately ten seconds
to impact, Heather braced herself against a seat, and prayed. With a deafening crash,
the jet slammed into the ground.
Dazed, Heather stumbled out of the smoldering wreckage just in time to see
what was left of the plane explode into a massive fireball. Heather was pushed to the
ground by the shockwave, as bits of the plane flew over head, whistling by like
shrapnel from a grenade. Heather knew in her heart that there were no other survivors,
although her head didn’t want to believe it. As the flames died down, Heather sat
there, sobbing, until she fell asleep, swallowed up by sadness as she mourned the
loss of her co-worker, staff and pilot.
When Heather awoke, she was covered in bug-bites. Her fire-singed clothes had
not done much to protect her from the ravenous mosquitoes and spiders. She sat
there for a moment, as the events of the previous day came flooding back to her.
Re-gaining her bearings, she took stock – a twisted, charred carcass of what used to
be the private jet, there was a lake in sight, she seemed to be in a small clearing in
the forest with a small beach on the lake. Nothing seemed broken, only minor
injuries from the crash. She needed to find a way out of this place and get back to
her hometown.
Heather’s first thought was fire. She dragged her sore body into the nearby
forest, and began to collect kindling. First she took a handful of dry pine needles, and
then some fallen twigs. She found what seemed to be a rib and a shoulder-blade of a small animal, probably a raccoon. Next she broke off some larger, thicker
branches from the trees around her and placed them in the sun to dry. Using the
edge of the shoulder-blade, she dug a hole in one of the thick branches. Placing
another branch perpendicular into the divot made by the bone, she began to spin
the vertical branch in between her palms, doing so until she got some hot embers.
Then she placed them in the dry needles and twigs, and blew air gently on the
embers until the kindling caught fire. Then she added the larger branches and built
up her fire.
While she was tending the fire, something lying in the wreckage caught her
eye, glinting in the sun. She hurried over, and saw that it was an antenna! She
pulled on it, and found that it was attached to a radio that had miraculously
survived the crash. She fiddled with the knobs, until she reached someone. It was
floatplane that was flying in the area. As she told them her situation, she began
heaping large amounts of pine-needles and green brush on her fire, causing it to
give off large amounts of smoke. The plane she reached by radio spotted the
smoke, and flew in to pick up Heather. As the floatplane landed on the lake and pulled
up to the beach, Heather felt sweet relief mingled with the sadness of losing her
co-worker and the jet staff. But as she boarded the floatplane, Heather’s heart leaped,
knowing that she was going home.