A group consults a plan. Kind of like how we did in our paper roller coaster plan B.
As mentioned in the previous blog, my group and I decided to recreate our project. Our old plan was to just let one person build it without any help or knowledge on the topic. This was, of course, a terrible idea, and we did not realize it until the final result came out ( and trust me, it was NOT good). Well, anyways, that was yesterdays blog. Today I'm telling you what our new plan was. First we scratched our old design and decided to cut our all of the coaster parts beforehand. Later, when all the contraptions are cut out, we will decide as a group how to incorporate everybody's opinion on how to build an improved ride. Right now, we are at the stage where everyone is cutting something out, in collaboration with the group, and everybody is contributing in aspect towards our final project.
Dear Hillary Clinton, My name is Elena, and I am 12 years old. I currently live in California, and am in the seventh grade. I have been a tremendous fan of yours since 2008 when you ran against President Obama in the Primary Election. My parents would gather the family, (then just my Mother, Father and I) and sit in front of a very old antenna TV to watch the Democratic debates and convention. I’d like to think that I, only 4 years old at the time, would speak with them intelligently about the political issues being addressed among the candidates, but it was not so. I barely understood what half your words meant, much less the importance of the event taking place on the screen. It all sounded awfully boring to four year old me, but I didn’t care. I liked to watch. Why? Because I thought you were great. Of course, I didn’t understand how great at the time, but pretty great. Great enough for me to sit at the table and draw detailed pictures of you in your orange pantsuit. ...
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