Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Mutiple Sclerosis More Condition_symptoms
No wonder when some of our students no longer want anything to read. They are fed up: E-USOC-RES! So I sympathize!
First, it is essential to distinguish between read and enjoy reading. Two very different things. It can read and do not like to read. As proof that our libraries are far from millionaires. One can also enjoy reading without knowing how to read, and remember how many children you have seen a volume scan in for hours watching the pictures, read other - Stuffed under his arm and hand tale - a story respecting any text, others decoding the book upside down, seriously like little popes.
Let's face it: even if it is considered sacrilege in our society right-minded to say, love reading is not essential to survival. While not read ... Surely you can live while being illiterate, but we hear you going to drool in certain situations and others where you live will not feel the best of your self-esteem. Talk to Jacques Demers!
is why it is important to make this distinction in education and teaching, both at home and at school. Otherwise, always typing the same nail ... If a child is like wood, fine. But often we are dealing with more concrete. And then the nail is twisted.
So, how to stimulate the parallel need to read
and want to read? Being a great magnet of the literature and a big fan of children's literature is always a heart-breaking to have a student or students who do not read. I try as much as possible to respect this choice and then guide me on the need to read, while seeking ways to stimulate interest in reading during the journey. My tips are not infallible, but if they can give you a boost for you and your child or student, then it will be not bad, right? The need to read (or read to meet their needs, if you prefer, because you can have a "need" to read when one has the "taste" to read ...) passes First and foremost, by contact with the paper. So the child realizes how reading is essential in life, it must be put in concrete situations.
At home, the trails are numerous. Go through a manual is an excellent example even if at first you'll have to accept that your child lives frustration (not easy for the parent papoute !). You offer a new board game for your child? Put him in charge to read, understand and explain the regulations. Your little girl wants to help you in a recipe? His task will read you the ingredients and steps. Your toddler wants to do a DIY he saw in a book? He read the list of equipment and accompany it in the reading stage. In each of these situations, you can punctuate "I did not understand that last one ... can you explain it to me?" The shopping list is also a good way. Once at the supermarket, put your child in charge of some articles. Give him, in writing, a small list where you'll detailed articles: the 15% cream for cooking brand XYZ (250 ml), a box of crackers of the brand XYZ, but no trans fat, a box flaked light tuna in water, etc.. And presto! You suffer from the hunting. You can stimulate him stating that he has exactly the requested items, they can choose an item of his choice to put in the basket. In general, it's quite pleasant.
Regarding teaching situations, prepare exercises based on real user guides, recipes or instructions for games. We can ask specific questions: how a player can exchange his money? what are the dry ingredients in this recipe? How do I schedule a recording on my VCR? (Tiens! It would be good for my mother this ...) I give exercises of this kind in less twice a year and many students enjoy.
And the joy of reading? At home, go ahead slowly. If you buy three novels at once for your child, without nuance genres and more, your chances of success are slim. Try different genres: adventure, detective, science fiction, true story, etc.. If your child does not like, do not force to pursue and, especially, wait a while before offering another novel by a new style. You can also make a pact: read the first two chapters, and if you do not like, we'll try something else. Often, he will eventually read it all. You can also lead by example creating a "moment of reading, time of day (on weekends for example) where everyone says: dad, mom, brothers and sisters. This time should be as sacrosanct as piano lessons or soccer practice. Makes it fun and a little hot chocolate, choose a pillow for each child and bought specifically for this moment, and voila! Between that and getting up at 5:30 in the morning to go to the rink ...
For school, the same tricks apply. The King of genres, the pact of the chapters, are an example of betting. If you have room for a comfortable reading area and stimulating even better! I also suggest the book club, team, children read the same book and share once a week, while fulfilling their impressions of literary forms. Your school counselor should be able to find some information and documents on the subject, and your management should be fairly open-minded ( Cross your fingers! ) for a purchase of novels from this perspective. Make sure you have books of different genres and for different levels of readers. And do not be afraid to refuse a student a particular novel because it is a beginning reader. They are generally pretty honest to confess and admit it. It will only be liable then when you gradually become better player and he will attack more complex volumes.
In sum, as in need in the joy of reading, be patient. If there is to read, love to read is perhaps not very far. It is often a question of pace and time.
PS: I think that's the ticket the more educational than I ever wrote. Hope you have not done too much shit!
PPS: Sorry for the radio silence. But you know, I've already spoken, the ballots ...
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Eye Redness More Condition_symptoms
While our nurse addresses the topic of smoking and its harmful effects on health, a student involved ...
Ti Ass Out Space: Me, my father, he found a great thing to smoke less. They invite friends and they spend the same cigarette between them!
His father must also make excellent muffins!
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Hodgkin's Disease More Condition_symptoms
was written in the sky. After the school board had closed two schools last year, displaced tens of surplus teachers and sent other school boards in the absence of foreign jobs ...
After Big Cow put me out of me to display in June ...
After the school board and the union forced m'aient , heart and wallet in the vice, to leave my students in September ...
After that I'm enamored of my new surroundings, taking root quickly to ensure my well-being in a position now mine ...
That the director
ByZeBook me that this post will be closed next year. Dismay despair, rage, boredom are some statements that I have crossed in the space of a minute. And I'm not alone. Four of us to leave. Decline in student enrollment and maximizing the ratio of pupils in classes explain the decision of the school board to grant fewer positions at the school. And surely in many others.
" you I want to clarify that if it was only based on your involvement and your work with students, others would be gone before you. "I feel sincere. Small consolation, but it makes me still fun. Especially after what I wrote yesterday.
But it still looks really wonder why the school board and the union forced the hand of everyone so they know already what will happen next year! That they would try not to take a break ? To smoke the peace pipe to the worst corners a bit? Ultimately, they would be winners, the next generation of teachers might have a better sense of self and some probably do not slam the door because of all the deals too complex, and often disrespectful. Because that I say and repeat: these are not students who are young teachers to flee, this is fucking shit system!
So what lies ahead? Will I still tutor next year? Will I still m'égosiller a silent resentment on the blogosphere?
Three scenarios are possible.
a small : By the end of the year, an incredible windfall of students enrolling in school, managing to reopen four classes at once. Being the youngest in terms of seniority, we must first prioritize my grandparents.
small b : At the end of the year, I was declared surplus. So I have to go to a posting in June and change schools. However, I can sign a clause to return to school of origin "in the event that a class in the school would open in September, we would propose to me first. This, of course, if my three other colleagues are not the same.
small c : The school board does not have enough positions to offer. So I get a letter of non-reappointment and redrope on the priority list. The cheap shot: I understand explanations of a union on the line, as I was "being constantly" and that I did not "two-year fixed", I lose this year. In other words, if I'm in a new position for me, I must recount two years to become permanent. It was well worth it to make me sparkle tenure. In addition, I have to display stuff on the priority list. The beef is back to the slaughter!
* sigh * It never going to stop?
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Ohio Driver's License Renewal
Prof. of another age: Anyway, I j ' I voted ADQ worse chu ben content. I won my election in some way. When I see the world that lacrosse su'l BS system ...
Me: C'mon, I do not see how a change of government will prevent those who cram the system to continue. Anyway, we hear, is not a majority! Prof.
of another age: Ouch! I've seen enough in my other job. Y 'all explained to me' how to 'did it. It shocked me enough.
Me: But between what a person says and does ... As you know personally? Prof.
of another age: No, but it changes nothing to the problem. I
(which starts pumping royally ... I have a short fuse!) : Right. Except honestly, among hundreds of welfare recipients who cram the government of 100 dollars a month worse a hundred teachers who pognent the donut crossent worse blow to the government of tens of thousands each year for 30 years and over, I still prefers the welfare!
I just get out the hatchet. I do not like it, she loves me not. It is a direct colleague and his students dream of being in my class rather than his own. Because it is part, but do not concede, the minority teacher that I have named crudely. For minority which the union refused a professional. (This is not just for how he refuses, but that's another story ...)
Prof. Sixties (hitherto silent) : C'mon! Teacher's not working, it was twenty years ago. With the reform, it no longer exists! I
(more su'l ass) : What?
Prof. Coke (who watched silently) : Yeah. All the teachers work, frankly. I know that I do anything.
Me: Well then! You silly me !??!? Prof.
Coke (in a tone of defiance) : Not at all. As you know personally, you?
Me: And how! You probably forgot the years when you were under contract, but when you're 4-5 in precarious schools, we see them, those who do the job in half. Because we do not understand how we as alternates to the contract, which we kill to work to make our mark, we bump, transferred, demoted on the priority list fucking while others pass through the cracks the nose and beard directions, parents and students. I think qu'y'en has at least one per school, if not two. I can even appoint thee. Prof.
of another age (categorical) : Well, not in our school.
Me: Well some in our school! Should you want me to name them?
Silence. They know all, but they do not want to know. The bell at the end of recess rang and then I jumped, propelled by my fury, leaving behind the cold war in a wasteland.
Grecian Formula Side Effects
Several of you to respond to my text on homosexuality younger. Whether through the few comments here or a few emails, you seem to have been moved. If so, then there is still some way to go. Like all discrimination, we dream of the day or it will not disturb n'émouvra or more person because they will no longer be considered a difference.
So make a Jesus of yourself, a bearer of good news! If you have a blog, quote me. Copy and paste the text in full if you want, j'm'en coronation! You do not have a blog? Pass the url address, tell them, invite people to read it. Print the article, paste in the office, in the subway. Read it at a dinner with friends, make it a topic of conversation at your next knitting club.
For this difference is no longer one. For these children breathe a little better.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Cellulitis Treatment More Condition_symptoms
December. 1981. 2e year.
It is early, but the excitement is already present. The class is excited. Prof. Air beast installed the tree and decorations alone because they did not break something. They started tinkering Christmas classics, such as fir or with cotton wool snowman with three balls of Styrofoam and felt. It also works to write a letter to Santa with the new words learned from beginner since September. Him, he does not write to Santa. First, it does not even know if he has an opinion about its existence. And if there, well it's really too scared to write it in more. Password again to accept his gifts. But being as thick as thieves, wooh engines!
Then he draws. He likes to draw. Everyone tells him he is good. Not the " which is good at drawing! "no goal to launch all the time parents. Rather, the " Ouch! Ty good! Ouch! Voer c'qu'y'a just made! "of her class. And when it comes to those who do not speak to him, it's even more appreciated.
For him, the drawing is another world. It is immersed in his imagination, immerse themselves. It is also one of the few things he is proud. Then he gives it back. So thoroughly that it borders on autism and is sucked into a parallel universe. Like when he watches TV and as when, much later in his life, he played video games.
Suddenly, he was brutally extirpated scrawled his nirvana. It looks a sheet on which there may be a dragon who eats fish or insect strange playing cards, to find himself nose to nose with Air Prof. beast that has what it gave this nickname: look stupid.
And rightly so! It was stored in Christmas projects there are 20 minutes and circulated a quick test of additions and subtractions whose time has now passed. It is trying to retrieve the sheet for each student she became aware he was drawing again. She is furious and his jowls tremble with indignation. She bites her drawing, tears in her nose, took the sheet of math and rushes to his office to put a "zero" all red. He
hot. It's like being on fire. His eyes sting. And he realizes he has a desire Pee which alone reaches the threshold pressure LG2 dam. Because, in his parallel universe, he has no specific need: never go hungry, never sleeping, never need another, never want to pee. He raises his hand and she gives him the right to speak against his will. What? Go to the bathroom? No way! How can he expect such a "favor" after what just happened. So it
patient, he grits his teeth, he thinks of anything but water, a swimming pool at the falls. He is unable to concentrate on the lesson. He dreams of a urinal. From a tree in the woods. Stop on the edge of the highway. He watches the time of recess of the afternoon. The bell saved him.
When it rings, it's the rush traps. There is snow in December, still usual thing at the time. Prof. Air beast about to leave the classroom behind when students remark that it is still there. He weeps bitterly and she must believe that it is the crying shame of a boy who has been baffled by his mistress. But they have nothing warm tears, because they are the ones, bitter, scorned pride against his will. Pride which now lies at the foot of his chair in a pool whose color will fool no one.
Is she disturbed? Shocked? Guilty? Repentant? He could not say. But in any case, the replica it serves him, he will hate the far end of the year. "If you had not been unpleasant, I would have let go. But there ... In case ty! Stay inside for recess after bad, well you'll have to patients. You will change your home. She is mean, that's what it is.
He remained at recess and the concierge came clean with a smile that was meant comforting. He spent the rest of the afternoon to marinate in its own juice, in the damp cold despite the heat, his pants and his pants marked the buttocks down the left leg. At the end of the afternoon, it was expected that all students are out, walked down the wall until his locker and dragged through the corridors to prevent others in the court. On returning home, despite his snow pants, he felt the bite of cold on this moisture smelly. In passing the door of the apartment, he shot straight to his room and was changed before to attend to his mother, taking care to conceal the traces of shame in his wash bag.
Yes, it was wicked. Not to pee, no. Because she had destroyed the tranquility of his parallel universe. There is never more at peace, fearing any leakage.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Right Shoulder Pain More Condition_symptoms
No, no, no joke. I'm really a firecracker . Not that artificial beauty which will gratify men magazine cover. I'm over it! This is actually the finely tuned mix of what defines the perfect charm. My smile is just enough rogue, my eyes just lit enough, my skin just colorful enough, my nose turned up just enough, my lips just enough luscious, my body just big enough, my beard just enough ... not done. In addition, a complete personality and well weighed, encamped just a pretty caustic humor. In short, I am a male paragon. Otherwise the only one!
No wonder, therefore, we tear myself. Especially young damsels classroom. Whether from kindergarten to sixth grade, they drop like flies. So much so that the nurse must follow me with salts to revive the poor children. In the courtyard is a harem newspaper that follows me, surrounds me and protects me from others who would like me to solve their conflicts. What fools! Do they not see that claims me and that I revere? If your insipid bickering! Not to mention the drawings, letters and confessions of vibrating flames that are legion on my desk. Management has even had to hire a janitor extra night to sort this mail from admirers childhood.
So I do not case, yesterday morning, another letter landed on my notebook correction. I opened and read. A poignant love note, this naive and true love that only girls are capable of. Accompanied by a heart. I smiled, pleased and flattered as always, putting the side note, telling me that I will not forget to stress this delicate child while I had the pleasure to receive this note.
However, at the end of the day, I had forgotten with others who had joined the hours passed. I have taken note, have read it carefully and that is where I was shocked. A dramatic comeback with a reality too often forgotten. My little love was actually a little sweetheart.
Each year we have in our schools. These young people who already give us the tone of their difference. This difference is so hard to live when we are children, worse on the eve of and during adolescence. It is quite difficult to go wrong on their behalf. That said, do not think I change my teaching or my account for a child who shows signs of possible homosexuality. I do not know any teacher who has not done. For my part, I remain, however, more open, more sensitive to their utmost distress, more attentive to the sometimes wild mockery of their peers.
almost from the cradle. You say it can not be done, not your child, it's temporary, that is an exploration phase, etc.. It is not easy because every mom and dad each wants what is best for her child. And we know that the path of homosexuality is full of pitfalls that offer their share of trials, tests that the majority of other individuals (and no, do not say "normal", pity!) Will not know. And you thought the register for courses, soccer, ask your sister to hide his cousin's Barbies when you visit or pray to the Blessed Virgin, you not change that. It is therefore necessary to tame the situation and some parents do. It takes a tremendous amount of courage, especially if you see emerging homosexuality in your child as "your" fail. Three years ago, I met a couple without their child for specific measures to support learning surprised me
- Listen, Prof. cursed, you've perhaps noticed, but not 'little guy ... he is effeminate.
- Oh! Frankly, Dad! Say: It is squarely in that direction. (To me . ) It has been known qu'y'é top of itself.
- Okay, but you tell me why it exactly?
- What can we do? You know it's not easy at school and that his mother and me, we really bin ill. But tell him that because he may be gay, he's put a reality qu'y'é not yet clear in the face.
- Actually, we want to know how to equip the future. Because for the moment, we can just console to get tough ...
Brave parents, I tell you! And here's what I told them, in my opinion simple little teacher, nothing out of a deep psychological old and outdated DSM. So, like them, I think it's best not to take the bull by the horns. It is a truth that belongs to the child alone. It arises when it is itself quite open to this reality. Do not mean to put their heads in the sand. Without putting all models gay society in the eyes (anyway, young gays and lesbians could be significant models for the youth refuse to be), approach the subject from time to time. Not directly. That would put him a flea in his ear that would soon snatch the lobe if the truth was not his way. But tell it like that, with your sweetheart for dinner: "My darling today I lunch with Patrick and her lover Philip. We laughed a lot, they're really nice guys. We should invite them to dinner one m'ment given. "AND INVITE THEM! As to a plenary session on the topic sipping Shiraz. You do not even talk about it. They just have to be there.
And what is it? It serves to show your openness. It sends an encrypted message to your son or your daughter, a message which will make its way. And the day the truth will come out, it will be with less fear and anxiety because he or she will know you are there for him, for her. Whether you're open. You avoid him to consider options darker, more terrible, I will not name because we know them only too well.
Tomorrow I'll tell him I like him too, I'm glad he is in my class. And he can always come talk to me. Because his parents, they have not yet seen the truth.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Brzydula Odcinki Online
Ti-ass stranger: Aye! Prof. Damn! Spring has arrived.
Me: Yes, I know. He showed up yesterday evening at 8:07 p.m.. Ti-cul
unknown ...
Me: What? Ti-cul
unknown: Ben there, it is not the time that says spring is here!
Me: Oh no? Ti-cul
unknown: C'mon, it's the seagulls announce it! I have heard in the morning!
Me: ...
At the time of my parents, c’était les hirondelles. Quand j’étais petit, c’était les corneilles. Le monde change. Mais je suis nostalgique; il me semble que les précédents messagers du redoux étaient plus… poétiques.
À quand un manuel scolaire sur ces grandes vérités?
P.S. : En passant, pourriez-vous passer le mot because ça énerve le prof en moi : nous n’avons pas de «mouettes» à Montréal et majoritairement dans les terres. Ce sont des goélands. Repeat after me : go-é-land.
(top gull, down a seagull)
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Prolecis Male Enhancement
work written by one of my cul-ti. I will spare you the mistakes.
My boss, Prof. cursed
My boss's name was Mr. Prof. Cursed. It was too bad, because he hated and still hate the sixth graders.
When we slept on large mattresses instead of weaving, we whipped thirteen times each before we insult and spit on us. Then he would lodge where the old lady to steal her precious hot dishes before we break it on the head with a frankly frightening pace. And when he had time, and it was possible, we just mark with a branding iron. We were like slaves.
But now, nice personnel boss was sacked. We were all very happy. Then, as he saved a run, we took our revenge by torturing. This means that we have whipped him that we have broken the dishes on their heads and we have marked several times with a hot iron.
PS Do not worry. He is not dead! It is simply disabled and in an asylum.
No, but! Is not it another great show love it? You can almost believe that he drew on my teaching methods!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Free Complete Mount And Blade
This morning, at school, passing in the corridor of the Secretariat ...
Me: Coudonc, it stinks that bin!
Secretary su'l'gros nerve: Ah! Tell me not away! There's a second student who has peed on by a skunk.
Me: A skunk? In broad daylight?
Secretary su'l'gros nerve: It has ben the air!
Me: But ... Ch'comprend not. It has caused?
Secretary su'l'gros nerve: Y 'appears flatter worse qu'y'a wanted to bring to show his teacher.
Me: ...
We wanted to enrich the science program by calling the nature Science and Technology. We wanted to teach the concepts of saturation of fluids, combustion, motive power and inertia.
But they forgot that he was still teaching them simple things. The genre, when you see a skunk, you bastards your camp!
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Little Einsteins On Recycling
Fortunately, we, we had the equity! Adjusting our salaries, already thin at an acceptable average. One step closer to the female-dominated occupations, as we were told. And it was just last Thursday that this was the upgrade of wages according to the ruling on pay equity.
Result: I was plus a large 4 bucks.
Wow!
'ttention Ronald j'me spoils with a Big Mac! And with the feedback provided at the end of March, I'm definitely going to give me a boot and more!
PS: Think again, I do not do this job for the money! Who would anyway? But at some point, there's limits to take the holy people to the caves!
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Ecoli More Condition_symptoms
There are now so long as I live my life in Montreal has become a habit. 13 years in metro-boulot-dodo. When I started, I nosed, I tried, I discovered ... Streets, bars, restaurants, shops. And then, in the lot, I found my happiness, I became a regular, redundancy, a parasite, an old hand. In this reassuring routine, I forgot the diversity and scope of Montreal. So on a beautiful Saturday and windy, we say, fret , I decided to go to meet a corner from Montreal to me unknown. A corner dubious reputation, not always transparent, which I heard over and over again. I named: Plaza St. Hubert .
Plaza Saint-Hubert was created in the late 50s, tactical Street merchants to combat large competitors already fierce. One of my aunts strong bearing on the shopping I've already talked about the years of the annals Plez . At that time, it is a cultural and economic well-attended at all Francophone Montreal. Claude Blanchard them laugh, Richard and Michelle Fernand Gignac to sing. We keep hearing about the Plaza CFTM-10; issue Ten out of ten, led by Réal Giguère, offers prices from the best shops in this street.
All this gave a time. In 1984, in a clear aim to revamp the eyes of a customer who runs out of steam, merchants of Plez are putting the very ugly marquee still present today. With this addition, we can now méguésiner outdoors while being sheltered from the weather. It's almost healthy! This is not sufficient to return the shops up to date and the decline continues for a good ten years.
Thus, the Plaza will become recognized as ...
leather,
the godasses,
rags,
wedding dresses,
rags,
prom dresses
the godasses ,
prom dresses,
the godasses,
and shoes.
Still, the Plaza is the Plaza still is, and foremost, the Kingdom of the wedding dress.
Finally, this day could not have been complete without ze ultimate experience! For the Rue Saint-Hubert, is also home to one of the largest catering companies in Quebec. There is therefore the first Rotisserie St-Hubert, now a delivery counter with a tiny dining room, cafeteria style. Although
I conclude with this jingle the pub for Plez, late 80s: "The Plaza St. Hubert, a street to be discovered!" And you is What the Plaza?
PS: Well, yes, I said, I'm not too foo-tag-string-of-emails-who-are-shit-mess, but every time I the read, I tell myself that I would like to discover a city through a blog as it is so tasty.
PPS: After I froze your ass for three hours and prepared to get down to writing, I realized that one had outdone. It had cooled a bit, hence the delay. 'Scuse it.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Low Cut Alien Wrestling Singlet
Unknowingly, I got a promotion! A little work to do I do next to complete my income. And I also changed sex!
Proof?
" porn movie of a teacher " First Link
city. I take out my whip, s'ra not long!
Huh? What? How I discovered that ... Um ... No, no, it's not what you think! ...
Friday, February 16, 2007
How To Win Mount & Blade
The problem was:
Marco sells cookbooks to raise funds for an extracurricular activity. The sponsor that provides the books he sells $ 10.00 each and sold them at Marco amount of $ 15.75. Each time he sells 10, the sponsor offered a discount of 15% on profit from the 10th book sold. If Marco sells 33 pounds, what will its profit? "
rate: 18 students 24-
The problem was:
"An old lady gets her hen eggs. Seven eggs obtained, there is always one who is wrong or broken. If she gets 62 eggs, how can she train dozen? "
Success Rate: 7 out of 24 students
Two problems. A mathematical concept similar but opposite: gain, loss. The first ferociously more complex than the latter. So why a lower success rate?
Answer: money is a delight! To hell with the commies, we, we want the ca $ h! Envoy , spit! Seriously, put the majority of children to problem solving when it comes to a monetary benefit for sure, and it's success. Take the same problem and change data for fish, vegetables or hamsters, it is the stampede. It's beautiful, eh , the values of our beautiful youth!
Besides speaking of money, I recommend reading a text to make you hair stand on end. Nathalie Elgrably - crazy in a changing world which is parallel to ours, to do
doubt, that profit and studies on paper - has written some ideas on how to redress the situation of education in Quebec. Full of good intentions, the girl. My opinion? I've never read such a bunch of crap! Especially the one where she suggested that teachers receive a wage premium at the rate of success of their students. Hello? What andouille can still say in 2007 that the educational success of children is linked only to his teacher? Ben her, it looks! Well ... I would have had much to say about this text, but my esteemed colleague, Prof. Hidden , has already made a cons-depth expertise I invite you to read. PS: I challenge you to find the answers to previous problems without a calculator! I will correct you on Monday. : O)