Rubbish collection graph

 In Social Studies class, we were told to take note of our rubbish over the weekend. I didn't do it because I forgot about it, so instead I used the info of made up data. I made some bar graphs for all three because I didn't know I only needed to do one. The red bar is rubbish, the pencil bar is recycling, and the black bar is organics.

Recycling Bin article

 The article

1. What % of rubbish can cause a recycling truck to be dumped?

It takes about 10 percent to get a recycling truck to dump its contents into a landfill.

2. What is going into people's recycling bins?

Non-recyclable materials were going into the recycling bins.

3. What is the current penalty?

The current penalty of not recycling is that your bins would be taken. It would cost approximately $97.65 to get it back, and the bins are also monitored to make sure those bins are properly used.

Greenpeace slide

 

Hunter Swoop - Bridge

 

Hunter Swoop:

Top-left: Clouds spanned across the sky, forming a blanket of fluff that covers the faint light of the sun. 

Top-right: As time went on, they eventually dispersed into tiny pockets and disappeared into the distance.

Bottom: The pier began at the mouth of the lake and ended headed into the deepest part of the lake.

Middle: The woman sat at the end of the pier, quietly staring at the somber horizon. As she looked, the trees in the distance looked back, filling her with a feeling she can't describe.

Story:

She used to come here during her childhood. She fondly remembered the vivid memories of her parents and her friends coming here for fun and whenever. After what seemed like forever, she finally got the chance to visit the lake.

Abigail watched as the sky went orange with the sunset. She stared higher into the sky. There were clouds, some small, and some even spanned across the sky, forming a large blanket of fluff that covers away the faint light of the sun. And as time went on, they eventually dispersed into tiny pockets and disappeared into the distance. It reminded her of how her friends eventually drifted away into different places, knowing that they each had their own lives to live. She felt a pang of sadness from the thought.

The pier began at the mouth of the lake and it ended heading into the deepest part of the lake. She looked down into the lake, remembering how she used to fish with her dad on the same pier. She sighed. Those were the simpler times, when college wasn't so much of a problem and that she only had to worry about when the cartoons would show on the TV.

She sat at the pier and continued to quietly observe the somber horizon. As she watched the treeline, the treeline felt like it watched back at her with the same expression. It filled her with a warm feeling that she couldn't describe.

Abigail came here for the memories. She came here for a short nostalgia break. She was fine with this. She packs up her belongings and heads back to the truck. Eventually, she'll want to call them for a gathering here. Maybe they'll talk all about it again. Maybe.

Hunter Swoop - Second Picture

 

Top-left:

There were several leafless trees, reaching into the clouded skies, not dead, but they seemed as if they have. 

Top-right:

The trees were large, spreading far and wide into the area far away and into the cold, misty air.

Bottom:

Accompanying the forest was a large pond, water freezing almost as cold as ice.

Middle:

The water met with the end of the land. Bright yellow leaves from the trees, once full of life, coated the ground. Everything else withered, becoming as lifeless as the pond, almost.

Story:

As I marched through the path, I began to get second thoughts about whether or not I should have waited after winter for this trip. After a little while, I came across a small pond to my left. There wasn't much to see, but I wanted to look around just for a bit.

There were several leafless tress, reaching into the sky, not dead, but it seemed as if they have. The trees were large, spreading far and wide into the cold, misty air. Accompanying them was the small pond that caught my attention. It was winter, so the water was normally freezing. A gust of wind blew past me. I'm thankful for the beanie that protected my ears from the cold winter wind. I looked on a little closer. The pond ended where the land did, where both ends met. The autumn leaves laid strewn about on the dark brown dirt on the ground. These trees used to be lively, now look at them; decrepit and dead. 

Otherwise, the rest of the area was just as withered as those trees. 

I'd basically soaked in all the glory of whatever this area. Anyway, I went back on the path and continued my otherwise fruitless hike through this place. Man, it is cold.

Figurative Language