HUM A 6-Richard Humanities 2020-2021

 by Eleanor Dohrenwend February 9th 2021 Ode to a Diagram Oh my favorite diagram ! You are my favorite way of organizing Your way of sorting shines  As I write upon your paper Oh my favorite diagram! You come in all shapes and sizes I can make you how ever I want  And you always take on my wants Oh my favorite diagram! You make my work so bright My lines shine in delight As I place my pencil 5mm above it Oh my favorite diagram! You can organize from  Subtraction to division   And from my head to my tetragon page Oh my favorite diagram! I get to decide your shape Circles intersecting, Squares or just lines Oh my favorite diagram!  From triangular paper to  Rectangular paper  There are so many places to put you on Oh my favorite diagram! I can make you in all sorts of angles   From 45 to 95 No matter what shape or size ! Oh my favorite diagram! I have always loved to use you  Because of the ways sort numbers In such a way that makes you gleam

  Math Poem Rough Draft Oh, my favorite math notebook! You are rectangle like money And you make me jump like a bunny You have paper more than my science notebook! Oh, my favorite math notebook! You add happiness to my life But your edges are sharp like a knife The lines in your notebook make my numbers neater Oh, my favorite math notebook! You only weigh 236 grams! I pick up my pencil  And finish my multiplying fractions worksheet Oh, my favorite math notebook! You never scream to me when I scribble numbers So you will always be my friend My favorite special math notebook!

               Dear wonderful salty waves, as you form you grow several feet you look so pretty tall and bold. As you crash you add your white foam and subtract your height and the surfers surfing you get such a delight.  Dear wonderful salty waves, as you form you divide   ½ the water on the shore. Then as you crash you add it back to get the sum of a calm shore. Then do it again once more. Dear wonderful salty waves, as your deep blue face slowly starts to multiply I paddle out to you and ride you all the way to the sandy beach while 100% of the sun shines. Dear wonderful salty waves, as I walk by I hear you crash on the shore and you multiply my happiness so I walk by again once more. Dear wonderful salty waves, you’re powerful like a storm slamming onto the shore. As you build and create your seafoam a fraction of you is like the barista at the coffee shop next door. Dear wonderful salty waves, as people walk by there is not and a negative number level of happiness in

Ode to Strategy by Colton Kozloski  February, 9th, 2021  Oh Strategy’s, what could I do without you!  If it weren’t for you there would be no reciprocals or cross multiplying strategy .  I wouldn’t be able to do addition or subtraction . Oh when I write using your time saving ways it brings me joy and happiness.  Oh Strategy what would I do without you! Oh how would I understand dividing fractions . From the multiplying to dividing . Oh strategy how could I ever thank you. Oh Strategy’s, how would I be able to do my work without you!  How would I do my ratios or rates because without it I wouldn’t be able to bake a cake.  Oh Radius and proportions without you is unthinkable!  Oh strategy without your ways, calculating would be impossible.  Oh Strategy how would I do my Algebra without you! Oh how would I understand percentages . If it weren’t for you we would have no decimals or percents to help us find how much cake we ate. Oh strategy how much you help us, how could I ever

 Oh I love how you are so beautiful popcorn.  I love the popping sound that makes me hungry for a snack.  You are so for filing and good.   Oh I love how you are so beautiful popcorn.You are soooo good and 90% buttery and 10% salty. When I am hungry I turn on  the stove and it sizzles. I put your babies in the pot.  I like to hear it pop.  I like it when you multiply by ten. Oh I love how you are so beautiful popcorn. You are a cloud shaped individual  polygon everytime you pop. Everytime I eat your buttery goodness you're so infinitely delicious that I want to save you for the next day.   Oh I love how you are so beautiful popcorn. When you are in my mouth you are so savory and salty. When I smell you are my saviour. Thank you! When I  take a handful there are 50 kernels per handful. 

By, Kento Ogata 2/9/2021 Oh, the mighty division . Why are you so difficult to solve?  You are even worse than your twin, multiplication .  I could hear your crackling laughter in my head. You two are always glowering at people like you are the boss of the universe.   Oh, the mighty addition . Why are you so negative ?  Why can’t you be more positive like your twin, subtraction whenever I solve you?  I can sense your gloominess wafting from you. I can smell the musty black smoke rising from you, sucking everything that crosses its path. Oh, the mighty divisor , why can’t you ever get along with your twin, the dividend ?  You guys are loud as an entire pack of screaming birds.  People can hear you all the way from the moon!  You guys are like water and oil, but ten-thousand times worse. Oh, the mighty numerator . Why can’t you ever help your mom, the denominator ?  She is always heaving and puffing like a broken machine.  Why do you need to be so cold?  Why don’t you carry the heavy