Science project Written Activity

1) Topographic maps are also called __________ maps or ________ maps.

2) The lines on the maps are called ________ lines.

3) All points on the same line are the same ____________.

4) Topographic maps display ________ features and use contour lines to communicate _____________.

5) Topographic maps can be used for ____________ planning or _____________ architecture.

6) The lines are not always ___________.

7) Various ________ shown are represented by conventional signs or symbols.

Word Bank
Elevation
Geographic
Contour
Contour
Physical
Features
Elevation
Large-scale
Parallel
Topo

Science Project Plan

Written Activity
Fill in the Blank Worksheet ( 8-10 question)
questions about topographic maps

Written Evaluation
Multiple choice Test (10-12 question)

Hands-on Activity
Model demonstrating how topographic
maps look compared to the actual land

Presentation
Slideshow with all information
learned on topographic maps

Poem of the Day

‘Out, Out–‘
BY ROBERT FROST
The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.
Call it a day, I wish they might have said
To please the boy by giving him the half hour
That a boy counts so much when saved from work.
His sister stood beside him in her apron
To tell them ‘Supper.’ At the word, the saw,
As if to prove saws know what supper meant,
Leaped out at the boy’s hand, or seemed to leap—
He must have given the hand. However it was,
Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!
The boy’s first outcry was a rueful laugh,
As he swung toward them holding up the hand
Half in appeal, but half as if to keep
The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all—
Since he was old enough to know, big boy
Doing a man’s work, though a child at heart—
He saw all was spoiled. ‘Don’t let him cut my hand off—
The doctor, when he comes. Don’t let him, sister!’
So. But the hand was gone already.
The doctor put him in the dark of ether.
He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.
And then—the watcher at his pulse took fright.
No one believed. They listened to his heart.
Little—less—nothing!—and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.

Response:

I think Robert frost was using personification to make the saw seem like an animal. He was trying to make you see that the saw can hurt somebody if not used by the right person. I believe that the family moved on because they couldn’t do anything to bring the child back.. I think he was saying to be cautious.

About Me

My name is Aaron, and I was born in May at Good Shepherd Hospital. I have a sister who is about 6 years older than me with no other siblings.

I like to draw. My favorite pasttime is drawing because the possibilities are endless. Drawing expresses my creativity easily also.

My school year goals are to improve my drawing and academic skills. I also hope to improve on my creativity. Each of these are very important to me.

The Great American Elephant Chase

     Tad and Cissie are running from what seems like two cons in The Great American Elephant chase by Gillian Cross. The catch is, this chase all started because on an elephant.

     Tad, a fifteen-year-old who never does anything right, helps a younger girl, Cissie, cross from Markle, a small town in pennsylvania, to Nebraska, while being chased by villains who claim the elephant to be theirs. The endure many points of almost getting caught., but they manage to escape with enough time to get away.

     “He is my elephant! He’s all I have in the whole wide world,” Cissie said earnestly, explaining her whole reason for running from the villains This was my favorite part because you get to see Cissie’s feelings for Khush, the elephant.

     I would give this book a ten out of ten. You will love this at any age. I believe anyone can enjoy this book as much as I do.

My Brother Sam is Dead

     BANG!  Men are joining the war all over the U.S. in the book My Brother Sam is Dead by James and Christopher Collier.  It doesn’t really affect the town of Redding, Connecticut, though.

     This fiction book takes place in Redding, Connecticut, where the Meeker family live in their tavern.  All was normal until the eldest son, Sam Meeker, decides to join the fight in the Revolutionary War.  Father said, “In wars, the dead pay the debts of the living.” They have paid us well.

     My favorite part is when Father and Tim, the main character, are stopped by some thieves while driving cattle to Verplancks.  I like it because you don’t know what the thieves will do with them.  Will the thieves kill them, or help them on their way?

     I would rate this book a 9 out of 10.  I love this book.  I think anyone who likes action or history would love it as well as I do.

I Can’t Hear You!

        My sense of hearing makes my life better by letting me hear what is going on around me. I can hear people telling me important things that I need to know like knowing all of the laws of my state. I can hear people at the cross-walk telling me to wait until the cars pass and everyone saying what to do at certain times. I can also hear the music I always listen to. I can hear myself talking and playing games online with my friends.

         If my sense of hearing was taken away I would feel miserable because I wouldn’t be able to hear everyone talking to me or hear myself. I wouldn’t even be able to hear my favorite music! I wouldn’t be able to hear anyone warn me when I would be doing something wrong or even hear my best friends say hi to me. Even if I could barely hear it wouldn’t be the same because I would only be able to hear certain things in a quiet space. I wouldn’t be able to hear much at all. All I could really say for people to know would be “I can’t hear you!”

The Journey to Remember

The chilled breeze.
The wind in my hair.
The leaves swishing loudly.
I could hear shouting everywhere.

The warm summers gone.
set aside for the year.
aunt screaming loudly.
There was no sense of fear.

I could hear the shrieking whistles shout.
Foggy mist was in the air.
It was crowded and noise filled.
But no-one seemed to care.

As we tumbled into the train cart.
I had thought about this September.
This trip to New York.
Was the trip to remember.