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Re: Copy and Paste
by PugsRock 1/10/2010, 2:30 pm
Haha, I'm not allowed to post. I had to take a link down... xD
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Re: Copy and Paste
by Jesus4Eternity 1/10/2010, 5:21 pm
Oh, yeah, that.
I was proving something. xD
The Mad Hatter wrote:"With life comes death." Sookie whispered, her eyes large, an almost mischievous look on her face.
~&~
Jasper lifted her up, and placed her on the couch gently. "Rest, Amanda." He told her quietly.
~&~
{*stiiilll workin... xD]
~&~
[Okai!]
I was proving something. xD
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Re: Copy and Paste
by Miss_Alice 1/10/2010, 5:25 pm
Cinderella
walked on broken glass.
Sleeping Beauty
Let a lifetime pass.
Belle
Fell in love with a beast.
Jasmine
chose a poor man.
Ariel
spent her life on land.
A quote I was going to use but didn't... xD
walked on broken glass.
Sleeping Beauty
Let a lifetime pass.
Belle
Fell in love with a beast.
Jasmine
chose a poor man.
Ariel
spent her life on land.
A quote I was going to use but didn't... xD
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Re: Copy and Paste
by Jesus4Eternity 1/10/2010, 5:30 pm
[color=darkorchid]
I hafta use this color so much in all my RP's that I just put it on Copy and Paste. xD
I hafta use this color so much in all my RP's that I just put it on Copy and Paste. xD
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Re: Copy and Paste
by Cyn431 1/10/2010, 6:23 pm
xD Nice.
The following is just a bunch of self-RP posts.
The following is just a bunch of self-RP posts.
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- [Sorry for disappearance. Blasted internet connection. xP
Dunno if you still want to do the stuffs or not, but here they be!]
A
squeak echoed through the hallways of an old Slayer dungeon as Jenny
cautiously peeked inside. There seemed to be nobody in sight, so she
stepped inside, carefully closing the door behind her. Jenny swept a
strand of neat black hair, suggesting she was in her clean state, as
she slowly walked the halls, her bare feet strangely making the floor
clack with each step. She heard a bark from one door and recognized it
instantly. To make sure, she (unnecessarily) smashed her body against
the door, her ear the most pressurized.
A whimper. It was Cindy alright.
Horribly
excited and worried, her hand flew to the doorknob and swiped the door
open, only left to gasp. "Cindy?!" she exhaled as her hands flew to her
mouth.
There lay a creamy orange wolf:
small, bony, dirty--just flat-out abused. A flea lingered here and
there. Scars of dark assortments, thick and thin, shone next to the
light of her fur. And there were even some cuts still open. Two liquid
gold eyes, with red where the white should be, looked up to Jenny, and
a whimper trembled in her scratched throat.
Jenny
semi-silently shut the door behind her and hurried to the wolf's side.
"Cindy, what happened?" she whispered. A few seconds of silence gave
Jenny the answer she didn't want. "Oh, right," she muttered. "Can't you
change to be a human?"
Cindy didn't exactly
respond. She tried to use telepathy to tell Jenny it'd probably hurt.
It apparently didn't work when she continued to sit there in the same
position, waiting. Her nose twitched as a flea landed on it, and then
hopped off. With a sigh, and painful whimper, Cindy acted reluctant to
the act, hoping Jenny could catch a hint.
Jenny
gave a sad smile. "Try?" she asked. "It might help." One of her silver
eyes trapped the flea in her gaze, and she smacked it against the wall.
There was enough agitation in the air as it was.
Cindy continued to look uneasy. She was right, though, it would probably
help to become human. The thing was, if it didn't help, it would ruin
everything for her. And that was the last thing she needed, considering
the state she was in.
"Please?" Jenny pleaded one last time.
Cindy
looked up at her cousin. One final whimper quivered in her throat
before she gave a small nod. Her eyes closed, revealing two burned
eyelids, as gradually she began to transform into a human.
The
result was a small tan girl rolled up in a ball, with ruffled up and
partially burned creamy orange hair. Her skin was terribly scarred, an
open cut here and there, and a gash on her side. There were a few stray
tears in her clothing, one of them revealing quite the wound on her
stomach. Slowly a pair of dark, liquid gold eyes fluttered open to look
at Jenny, although they were light next to the thin black circle
surrounding each eye. She was breathing very slowly and thinly, and it
took a few seconds for her to be able to speak.
"I tried to tell you it'd be painful," she mumbled through two lips that could barely move. And Cindy's eyes closed.
Citrine Daisy Spilmor was dead.
Or at least pretty darn close.
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Now
Jenny felt really guilty. She'd ran away from the scene of Cindy's
death--which in one aspect she herself had caused--with the magic
locket, and didn't even mourn, or try to help, or anything. She just
snatched the locket and ran away.
What an idiot, she thought of herself as she ran off. A cold, heartless idiot.
Jenny
continued to run. Just seconds later she found herself releasing a
brief but really high scream, flat on her face on the ground with a
throbbing foot. Her fearful, wide silver eyes floated up.
"Whoa, sorry!" a man with a Southern accent yelped. He stammered an apology as he helped Jenny get back onto her feet.
Jenny
was surprised herself to be showered by so much sympathy, apology--good
things. She blinked, remaining silent, at the light brown haired man
standing before her.
"I-It's alright," she stuttered, looking down at the ground to see if
she'd dropped the locket. She had. Quickly Jenny dropped down and
shoved it into her pocket.
"Sorry, beauty,"
sighed the man one last time. "I was walkin' and didn't see you walkin'
too." His eyes fell to her pocket. "Eh, what's that?"
She
seemed distracted for a few moments before shaking her head to reality.
"Huh? Oh, this?" Jenny said as she jiggled her hand around in her
pocket, the gold clinking together. "Just a gold locket."
"Ooh,
a rich beauty?" he flirted, making Jenny's skin become a soft pink,
even though she had no interest in him. "Care to barter?"
"N--" Jenny stopped to consider the possibilities. With a smile creeping onto her lips, she asked, "What for what?"
The man gave a toothy grin as he reached out of his own pocket three
stones that sparkled like the ocean, and looked like water drops
straight from one. "Sapphires," he exhaled with wonder, noticing
Jenny's dropped jaw. "All three-a these beauties for yer locket and a
kiss."
Jenny hummed in thought, a small index finger lightly touching her chin. "Minus the kiss?" she asked.
"You
know, just for you, cute little thing, I'll go with that," he agreed
with a nod, pouring the three into her opposite pocket and patting the
denim. "Deal?"
Gladly Jenny handed over the locket. "Deal." she repeated with a smile.
The man chuckled happily. "Thank ya for the business, ma'am," he bid goodbye as he went on his way.
"You too!" Jenny called, and dashed off to wherever. She'd actually gotten rid of the locket!
Or so she thought, anyway.
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Excitement
and victory bubbling up inside her, Jenny hurried up to the final
building she planned to get through: Blackheart's. All she had to do
was give him the replica. Hand it over. Give an excuse to get out.
Succeed in getting out. Then she'd be free. That's all it took.
Not too hard, right?
You can do it,
she told herself as she opened the door a crack. Jenny winced when the
hinges squeaked, announcing her entry and the time for an oiling.
"You better not have failed me this time," Blackheart's voice lingered in the air, sending chills down Jenny's spine. "Did you?"
All
Jenny had felt just moments before solidified into a heavy weight in
her chest. She swallowed down something in her throat before stuttering
in reply, "No Sir." Jenny opened the door a bit more, allowing herself
to slip in and close the door in the face of her happiness. "I've
retrieved what you wanted," she called, her voice absorbed by the walls
around her, as well as her footsteps. She searched for Blackheart, only
to jump when he suddenly towered over her.
Blackheart
looked down upon Jenny, hiding a grin with a smirk as she practically
cowered under his powerful gaze. "And it is?" he asked.
"The locket," she replied, assuming it was the wrong answer.
"Don't
stall, Genevieve," he snapped, impatience ringing in his already creepy
voice. Blackheart put out a white hand, palm facing up. "Why is it not
here right now?"
Jenny
cringed. She hated being called Genevieve. It only gave her more fear
with the memory of her parents, scolding her for helping "the other
side." They never did understand. She placed her own pale hand into her
pocket, digging out the golden treasure. "This is what you wanted,
correct?" she asked.
"Ahem?"
Another
lump formed in her throat, easier to swallow down than the last one.
"Correct," she muttered, letting the chains slip from her fingers and
onto his palm.
"There we go," he
said, slipping it around his wrist, gazing at the gold intently. "I'm
assuming you had to kill the wolf to get it?" he asked once his eyes
lifted from the locket.
There
was a third lump to shove down, and it barely disappeared without her
choking on it. Cindy. "Yes," Jenny replied as truthfully as her
knowledge could take her.
Blackheart's coal black eyes examined Jenny up and down a time or two. "So where is she now?" he questioned.
She
hadn't expected to be asked that. Quickly Jenny flipped through
possible scenarios to give for cover. Someone else took her, she'd
incinerated mysteriously.... "It was an underwater fight," she settled
with. "I ended up killing her in the lake, and she ended up sinking to
the floor, and you know how deep--"
"Bring the corpse to my feet," he demanded, and pointed to the door abruptly.
He did not just ask that!
she thought. "Yes, Sir," she stammered before nearly tripping over her
own feet as she hurried out the door, Blackheart's eyes weighing her
down with every step she took.
Was this freedom? Or deeper
slavery? She wasn't sure anymore. It all depended on who she ran into,
her choices as well as theirs, and what fate had in store for her this
time.
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Re: Copy and Paste
by Cyn431 1/10/2010, 6:47 pm
I was telling Heather on HBH about my previously broken internet router.{Oh, tell me about that, I hate when that happens. =/ OMG, dude, you missed it, Shaun the Sheep was JUST on!!!}
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Re: Copy and Paste
by PugsRock 1/10/2010, 6:51 pm
Too long...
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- I don’t think I’ve mentioned that I get attached to things really easily, even if it’s only a purple pen. It’s my purple pen that I’ve had since my 7th birthday. My favorite teacher gave that pen to me, and I always keep it hidden in my locker. I doubt anyone would actually steal the pen, but I like to know that know one could take it from me. And now it had been left behind. Heat ran down my back, and I knew that Mrs. Sivon always threw out pens, pencils, and other things that were left behind after class. I wanted to run back, but that would make me sound stupid. It’s not even that special; I can find another. I guess I would just have to move on.
And it was the perfect day for that, because I could use my favorite activity, band, to distract myself.
Well, it’s not really band that I love. I mean, playing the saxophone is cool, but it’s the people in band that make it worthwhile I’m the only girl in the section in the elite band and then there are almost a dozen (cute) boys. Courtney used to play saxophone with me in 4th grade, but she thought it was nerdy (she’s kind-of sort-of really right) and dropped out after almost two months. All the other girls followed her, because it’s Courtney, and that’s the cool thing to do.
I was the first one in the band room as usual and I took my seat in the third row, opening up my music and warming up. As soon as some more people piled into the room, I stopped playing and tried to look cool. I pretended to chew gum for a little while, but I didn’t want to get in trouble and I really didn’t want people asking me for more gum. So I stopped that and just tapped my foot against the carpet and watched the door, saying the names of the people in my head as they walked in, thinking that if he didn’t come in soon, I would puke.
Bradley, Brandon, Paul, William, Howard… and finally, River came in, holding his shiny saxophone in one hand and music in the other. River is a year ahead of me, and much better than the boys in my grade. I smiled on the inside, but tried to keep my bored expression on my face as he walked by and sat down in his assigned seat next to mine.
He turned to me and butterflies flew around inside my stomach. I dug my fingers into my palms, trying not to blush of smile. He said, “Are you okay? You look kind of sick.” I sighed. That wasn’t what I was hoping he would say.
I answered, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.” He turned back to the front of the room and didn’t say anything. I tried to look over at River without him noticing. I pretending I was looking back at the trumpet section behind him, but I was gazing at his blue eyes and perfect hair that is very short but not too short. His shirt is my favorite shade of blue; the color of the ocean, and it had some abstract wave pattern on it. He said something to me, but all that I thought about was how nice his voice is.
He repeated what he had said before, only louder. “She wants us to take out our warm up sheet,” he said, she being the band director. I blushed and mumbled, “Sorry.”
The band director, whose name is so long and complicated that we just call him Mr. M, lifted his arms, signaling for us to get ready to play. We all breathed in and put our fingers on the valves and keys of the instrument, prepared to play the first note of the scale, when the missing saxophone player, Matt Coburn, walked in. He took his seat on my right and said something to the boy next to him.
I don’t really care that Matt ignores me, because there is no way in the world that we could become a couple, for multiple reasons.
The first is that he is older than me, and he doesn’t talk to me because I’m pretty shy around the band kids. It’s not that I’m afraid to talk; I love to talk. The reason I don’t say much is because I don’t want to say that wrong thing and mess things up even more.
The other reason is that my family hates his family, and give me a horrible look if I even mention his name. So even if I wanted to date this guy, there’s no way.
I looked at River’s blue eyes again and followed his stare to some of the flute players. The (girl) flute players are the band students that come the closest to ‘cool’. I tried to find which girl River was looking at specifically, but I couldn’t tell no matter how hard I try.
River didn’t talk to me again for the entire band class, which is nearly two hours long. I took a long time putting my saxophone away, trying to make the path to my parents car intersect his, but it was no use. He had a group of girls his age talking to him, and I would look pathetic trying to compare to them.
I kept on walking to my mom’s green station wagon and I slammed the door as loud as I could.
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Re: Copy and Paste
by catbuster 1/10/2010, 8:43 pm
XDDD Pugs it was the chapter to Lucky
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Re: Copy and Paste
by Jesus4Eternity 1/10/2010, 9:41 pm
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Re: Copy and Paste
by Jesus4Eternity 1/10/2010, 10:15 pm
I saw someone just randomly dancing, and I giggled. It looked like fun... so I started doing it as well.
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Re: Copy and Paste
by SaddleClub 1/10/2010, 10:30 pm
It's long....xD
For anyone who read that, it was the newest chapter of my untitled Twilight story on here.
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I walked into my last period class, glad I only had to put up with avoiding Carter for 43 more minutes. I sat down at my table, putting my books in the empty chair next to me, rather than under my chair like usual. I had been doing this since we got these seats. I started talking to my table buddies – Danny and Heather – till class started.
Mr. Jabre, our social studies teacher, stood up in the front of the class. “Alright, everyone, today we will be talking about the different kinds of taxes in America. Please take out your textbooks and open them to page—“
He stopped and turned to the door, which we all heard slam shut a second later. I had a sudden panic attack when I recognized a familiar smell. I stopped breathing and didn’t move a muscle.
Carter walked up to Mr. Jabre and handed him a note from the office. He read the note and looked over the class. “The only open seat is by Saddle,” he said. “You can sit there.”
I immediately went into total panic mode, not knowing what to do. I started moving my books, but I had no control over what I was doing. My mind was freaking out.
You’ll be ok, I heard Alice think. She must’ve been outside the windows. Jasper’s here; he’ll help control you. Instantly, I felt calmer, despite Carter sitting right next to me. Heather and Danny introduced themselves, and Danny even introduced me by saying, “And that’s Saddle, who seems to be zoned out at the moment.”
I looked at him and made a, “Hmm?” noise, without having to take a breath.
“Welcome back,” Heather said. “This is Carter.”
I was still too scared to breathe, so I just looked at him and smiled. He smiled back.
“Ok, back to taxes,” Mr. Jabre said. He continued the lesson till the final bell rang. I quickly gathered my books, and I was able to make it out of the class without having to talk to Carter.
Day one: complete.
For anyone who read that, it was the newest chapter of my untitled Twilight story on here.
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Re: Copy and Paste
by Arianna 1/11/2010, 2:02 am
bo-ored
Because my spellchecker had changed to to BO-red and I didn't find that a suitable way to spell it. xD
Because my spellchecker had changed to to BO-red and I didn't find that a suitable way to spell it. xD
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Re: Copy and Paste
by Arianna 1/11/2010, 12:00 pm
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- 11th of January, 2010
Time went by quicker and quicker. Even though I just sat there... willing the time to stop for me. That was all that I wanted. Couldn't it just do me a favor, for once? I didn't want to have to go out and face the real world. It was much nicer, being sheltered in here.
Of course, things weren't made to go my way. As I glanced at the clock, I noticed that it was already late. I swore under my breath, my thoughts, which had already been so calm, were now buzzing around my head like little flies. I got up, hurriedly saying goodbye.
The cold air outside didn't greet me nicely. I shuddered. I didn't like the cold. I'd rather be outside. I pulled my scarf tighter around my neck and wished that the wind would quiet down. Broken leaves were blown across the sidewalk, their colors faded. They had long been gone from the almost-dead trees, and were just waiting to be crunched into dust. I stepped on one of them, then continued to walk.
The longer that I walked, the more that time seemed to slow. I wish it would have been this way before, when I was inside... not here, where the wind was making my cheeks sting, and where there wasn't any warmth.
Eventually, though, I made it home. Somehow surprised, I looked at the clock. It had only been ten minutes since I had left. That surprised me - it had seemed like more than an hour. I was so cold that I pressed my hands to my neck. My neck felt like it was burning, and my hands were frozen through. I should have brought gloves with me, but I never did.
I hurried through the house, quickly doing the acts I was used to doing. I put some soup on, turned the heater up, and settled into my room. I sat down at my desk and looked at the homework that despised. I knew it was the best part of being home, though, and so I halfheartedly begun on the work.
Intrigued in the math equations, I didn't notice that the soup was ready until too late. It had gone all rubbery and was too hot, but it was only me eating it - I would live. I poured it into cracked bowl, then took it to my room. My hands were burning by the time that I got there, and I sat it down on my desk.
I slowly ate the soup while studying for a science test. I wondered what time Mother and Father would be home, if they were home at all. In a way, I despised the fact that they even lived in the house, but I knew well enough that without them I would be dead here.
I finished the soup, then studied for an additional 10 minutes. I wanted to do well. If I didn't get a scholarship for college, I'd be stuck here for an additional 4 years, while I went to community college. My parents had never thought of making a college fund for me, much less actually cared about my future. Getting a scholarship was my only option.
The sink filled with water and I washed my bowl clean. I didn't want to use the dishwasher as my mother would make me unload it then, later. I placed the bowl on the drying rack and then went back to my room.
Everything seemed to stationary. I wanted to do something, but I'd already had my fun for the day. The gym was the only place that I could do what I liked. I didn't like school, not with all of the people teasing me. I didn't like home... my parents didn't deserve to be parents in the first place. And of course, I didn't have anywhere else to go. I didn't have friends.
The evening stretched out before me. I was hungry, but I didn't have anything else. The only thing that there was to entertain me was the books on the bookshelves. I picked an old paperback from the shelf and began to read.
The language was horrible and the plot was ridiculous. I remembered why I didn't read it anymore.
Then, as if I'd triggered it, I heard the door unlocking.
I dropped the book on my desk and got up, going to the living room. A cold rush of air entered just as Mother did. "Look who's here!" She smiled, something uncommon unless she was drunk. Still, she didn't reek of alcohol, so I was optimistic.
"You aren't drunk, are you?" I asked, surveying my options if she was.
"I just had a glass." She giggled. "Or two."
I could smell the wine, now. I crinkled my nose, and then took off. "Tell me when Father's home," I said, even though she'd probably be in bed by the time that he came.
The hours ticked by. Eventually, there was a knocking on the door. I got out of bed, my toes cold as I hadn't put my slippers on. "Who's there?" I asked. I didn't want to let some random drunk in.
Of course, this drunk was just Father. I hurriedly unlocked the door - he'd get mad if I took to long - and held it open for him. He stumbled in, and it took me less than a second to realize that he'd drunk at least twice as much as Mother.
"Take a bath." I knew that my command would make him angry at me, but he reeked so bad I didn't think about it. He looked at me, wrinkled his eyebrows as if he was thinking, and then a grimace crept over his face.
"Oh no you didn't." He was already heading towards the door again, though. If we were lucky, he wouldn't be back until morning, but he'd be twice as drunk.
"Yes I did. Goodnight." As he stepped out of the door, I shut it behind him. The smell of stale alcohol lingered in the air, and I shuddered. I cracked open the window and left the room, shutting the door behind me.
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Re: Copy and Paste
by xSophiexx16 1/11/2010, 2:34 pm
.10(98)/.11?
.08(29)/.09?
.09(326666...)/.10?
3 x 15 / 9 x 2
= 45 = 18
NOT PROPORTIONAL
16 x 3 = 48 / 2 = 24
Proportion = 24
14.5 in. Key = 2in= 20 mi
In real life = (14 x 20) + (20/2) = 290 mi?
Key = 2in = 12 ft. 90 ft long in real life-
model length =
Ratio= 2 days to 18 hours fraction simplest.
Miss 1 - 2:18 = 1/9
Miss2 - 48:18 = 8/3
Miss 2 correct? Think so.
Percent proportion = a proportion set up that compares part of quantity to whole.
Part - a small piece of population, or starting amount.
Base - the bottom number or the total amount.
Whole represents the total amount/ they will say part and base(bottom number or total-part to whole/part to base)
When says part to whole also means part to base.
Chapter easy/straight forward - recognizing.
Solve a proporition- cross multiply and solve.
pg. 323
part/whole = percent/100
a is part, b is base, and p is percent.
Need to recognize = am I trying to find out...? Exact format every time.
What am I missing? What do I know?
What is the percent of $20 that makes it $13?
P/100
set up first fraction... 20 is the whole number
Part/ Whole Percent/100
Part/20 Percent/100
13/20 Percent/100
Solve proportion.
13 x 100 = 1300
20 x P = 1300
P = 65? Move decimal or answer?
Is answer because we set up as P/100.
Any number over 100 whether you want a percent or not is because percent is out of 100.
What?
13 dollars is 65% of 20.
What percent of 156 students is 88?
Part/Whole = Percent/100
Part/156 = Percent/100
88/156 = Percent/100
88 x 100 = 8800
156 x P = 8800
P= 56.4102564102... Rounded to nearest tenth, 56.4
Final answer.
Is = Part | Of = Base
pg. 324
Find the Percent | What percent of 6 is 3? | 3/6 = P/100
Find the Part | What number is 50% of 6 | 1/6 = 50/100
Find the Base | 3 is 50% of what number? | 3/b = 50/100
Proportions easier, faster- can learn other- call.
Part:
Base: $80
Percent: 40%
(Stupid in class. xP
Made percent part GAHH.
Practice and pay attention!)
n/60 = 40/100
80 x 40 = 3200
n x 100 = 3200
n = 32
-more problems | understand concept | no need for notes-
LOOK BACK ON NOTES FOR TEST&QUIZ.
Ask about CWeek and/or check lessons.
Quiz tomorrow/Worksheet/Quiz in two days
Test opens in two days/TV thing on 20th/
Proofread 3 CHECK DUE!
(Open back notepad for Science/Social/and Language of today (Monday)
No language today. Check for Science/Social)
Shameful quote of the week "the part is 40%"
*slap forehead* 40% would be the percent.
Proportions when cross multiplied have the same product.
Not proportion if not same product.
SOCIAL STUDIES;
SCIENCE;
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I was taking notes and stuff.
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Re: Copy and Paste
by Arianna 1/11/2010, 3:32 pm
Whoa, Sophie. All I have is this:
http://mweor.com/cattery.php?id=33919
xD, I was on Mweor.
http://mweor.com/cattery.php?id=33919
xD, I was on Mweor.
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Re: Copy and Paste
by catbuster 1/11/2010, 3:37 pm
Masquerade Ball Photos
it's not now but it WAS a link to some pictures from my choir dance that I was emailing to somebody XD
it's not now but it WAS a link to some pictures from my choir dance that I was emailing to somebody XD
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Re: Copy and Paste
by xSophiexx16 1/11/2010, 5:59 pm
co
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I do not know why that is copy and pasted.
Hm
OHMYGOSH
Jellotime.com is amazing!
XD
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I do not know why that is copy and pasted.
Hm
OHMYGOSH
Jellotime.com is amazing!
XD
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Re: Copy and Paste
by Cyn431 1/11/2010, 6:34 pm
I was replying to a nomination.Poem - I'll Try or Imagination (Cyn)
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Re: Copy and Paste
by SaddleClub 1/11/2010, 7:05 pm
P 659 # 25 - 28
Graph and find bottom of y = x2 + x – 8 for
X = {-5, -4, …,2, 3, 4}
My math homework....
Graph and find bottom of y = x2 + x – 8 for
X = {-5, -4, …,2, 3, 4}
My math homework....
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Re: Copy and Paste
by Mrs. Amazon E Cullen 1/11/2010, 7:31 pm
make a userbar
o.o I was making a userbar XD
o.o I was making a userbar XD
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Re: Copy and Paste
by Cyn431 1/11/2010, 7:46 pm
Ah... On WI, I still talk to Poppers, and I had my fave charrie Crystal Dhesira Spilmor say a little something to her and me on a picture comment.*wakes up* Okay, fess up, what the heck are you guys doing?
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