DATE
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AIM FOR TODAY IS
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24/11/18
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WHAT WE ACTUALLY ACHIEVED TODAY
(REFLECT ON YOUR SMART GOAL)
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Specs can be found here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/11VpcgB8Ek0ZU-bSjQMBDuVJf0X8GrTpjroJbMVnU_II/edit?usp=sharing
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WHAT NEEDS TO BE COMPLETED NEXT TIME
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THINGS ME AND MY GROUP FOUND INTERESTING OR NEED TO REMEMBER
(THIS COULD BE LINKS)
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Saturday, November 24, 2018
24/11/2018 Passion Project Logbook
Did some work on the mechanism from home:
22/11/18 Passion Project Logbook
Post was marked as draft, forgot to post on Thursday, sorry!
DATE
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AIM FOR TODAY IS
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22/11/18
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WHAT WE ACTUALLY ACHIEVED TODAY
(REFLECT ON YOUR SMART GOAL)
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Today, everything went to plan.
We took plenty of photos and were able to create some very high powered rubber band guns.
Today was extremely productive, and we found no roadblocks in our quest of a powerful rubber band gun.
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WHAT NEEDS TO BE COMPLETED NEXT TIME
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THINGS ME AND MY GROUP FOUND INTERESTING OR NEED TO REMEMBER
(THIS COULD BE LINKS)
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Wednesday, November 21, 2018
Another Poem
There once was a wooden swan with wheels,
His name was Guyver and he liked to wear high heels.
When he puts them on, how beautiful he feels,
But, when he wears them his skin starts to peel.
His skin peeling was his terrible secret,
Which he hides from the pelican and the snowy egret,
His skin peeling became so frequent,
His foot started to look like a rotten peanut!
Luckily he had socks to hide those feet,
Soft, warm and cozy like a tortilla to eat.
So comfy he made a pile of socks to use as a seat,
And then he’d get stuck in it like he was in concrete!
Along with his high heels he’d wear a wig,
With beautiful silky brown hair that made his head look big,
Compared to his tiny neck which looked like a twig,
But he looked pretty hot, so over came the pig.
“EW!” Yelled guyver, looking at the animal.
He threw off his wig and the pig realised they were incompatible.
Before he ran off, he said “Sorry, understandable.”
And the pig ran off, looking all laughable.
That’s the story of that silly old swan,
Who now ruffles through newspapers for crumpled up coupons.
Although, his high heels started the phenomenon,
And all the other animals caught on.
Now everyone wears those big high heels!
The pig and the bird and all of the seals!
And now Guyver is happy and feels...
Proud of his own high heel wearing wheels.
Monday, November 19, 2018
Poems
Bob is a very interesting individual,
He always finds himself speaking with similar syllables.
He ends up doing it so frequently,
He thinks he speaks on a whole other frequency.
It started to become a definite,
That his rhyming was so natural that he was never hesitant.
He started to rhyme so much that he was doing it illegally,
And he kept on doing it and doing it and doing it repeatedly.
How he did this nobody could understand,
Maybe he had a word list written in the palm of his hand.
That he looked down to when he was in trouble,
And would start to rhyme so much he’d do it on the double.
Sooner or later the police caught on,
And they found their best police officers waiting to be called on.
And then the investigation began,
And when Bob found out, oh how fast he ran.
But the police had always had him in their sight,
And when they came up, Bob put up a good fight,
But the police ended up taking him to jail,
And he didn’t have friends rich enough to pay him bail.
So this is the sad life of that professional rhymer,
Who looked like an old timer,
Who’s life ended basic and plain,
With him being put in a mental asylum for going insane.
Once upon a time, there was a dog called Bob,
Who for some reason loved to eat corn on the cob.
He went to a therapist and it turned out to be an addiction,
And he ended up unable to shake his corn on the cob affliction.
He ate corn on the cob so much he thought he was a sinner,
Because every day he ate it for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Oh, that poor hungry old dog bob,
Every time he saw corn on the cob he’d just stick it in his gob.
The dog didn’t want a rub, water or a pet,
He wanted corn on the cob and that IS WHAT HE WOULD GET!
He found himself wanting it every day,
And would go to the corn farm and wait there by the hay.
All he wanted was corn on his plate,
And he would start to bite if it got there late.
The farmer became his new best friend,
Until he cut his corn supply off and Bob thought his life was going to end.
It turned out that bob didn’t really like corn,
And to stop eating it he imagined them as thorns.
Nobody wants to eat thorns, he thought,
Until he tried it once and it became the only thing he sought.
Oh no! He had he became hooked?
He ate so much he started to wrinkle and look crook.
After he realised his fate, the dog sat in the corner to sob,
Oh, that poor old dog Bob.
There once was a boy who walked down the street,
Heading to Macca's because he wanted to eat,
He passed Bob and his corn,
Who had married each other and a baby was born.
He passed the jail and waved to Desharn the rhymer,
But by now he was a freaky, crazy old timer.
He walked past the farmer and his seven pet dogs,
Who were all going for a swim in their speedo togs.
He walked past Greg and his silver braces,
Who was talking to a bunch of unfamiliar faces.
He sprinted by a bunch of criminals,
Because they were big strong and had guns, and he thought he was gonna get killed.
Eventually, he got to Macca’s,
And the frozen coke machine was broken
The End.
The Heist
The Heist
It was dark in here, the only light being the crepuscular rays that snuck through the tinted windows. Four people sat inside the back of this van. Three men, Dexter, Desmond and Jax, and a woman, Charlotte. The room was cramped, the centre of the room consisting of a somewhat sizeable table. Blueprints were messily spread out around the table, with coffee spills and food stains all over. “God, can we just hurry up with this? It’s dark and smelly in here.” Charlotte wailed, holding her nose. The other three laughed at her, “We’ll leave when we’re ready to leave, and when the time’s right.” Dexter said.
It was dark in here, the only light being the crepuscular rays that snuck through the tinted windows. Four people sat inside the back of this van. Three men, Dexter, Desmond and Jax, and a woman, Charlotte. The room was cramped, the centre of the room consisting of a somewhat sizeable table. Blueprints were messily spread out around the table, with coffee spills and food stains all over. “God, can we just hurry up with this? It’s dark and smelly in here.” Charlotte wailed, holding her nose. The other three laughed at her, “We’ll leave when we’re ready to leave, and when the time’s right.” Dexter said.
Half an hour had passed. It was humid in here. It felt like an eternity, the silence finally being broken when someone’s watch alarm went off, causing the four to rub their eyes. It was time. All four of them put their earpieces on, and three of the four jumped out of the van. The Defur State Bank was a remarkable piece of architecture. Clocking in at four stories, the building always looked like it was openly insulting every other building around it. It was a masterpiece. The inside had lavish velvet carpeted flooring, with white marble and quartz pillars that scaled up to the roof. The top three floors were offices, the ground floor was open to the public, and the basement was where they kept the vault. Obviously, the basement was the only one that mattered.
The plan was simple; stroll in, distract the till workers, slam the basement guards, stroll in, crack the vault, take the cash, and go home, bank robbed. The three walked in. Immediately, the two men broke left, moving closer to the vault door. Charlotte continued forward to the line, waiting patiently like the well-mannered lady she was. Charlotte used this time waiting in line to glance around the room, at the beautiful architecture this building was boasting to all who entered. Her heart froze. She tapped her wire, whispering into it. “There’s cameras. Cameras everywhere.” It took a moment for the information to set in, but before long, the deafening sound of heavy breathing and panic through the earpiece drowned away the murmuring of the till room.
The three looked at each other, confused and fear-stricken. Minds raced, and the three realised that everything was crumbling at once. Jax was the only one really thinking of how to fix it, and it took several moments, but he finally got an idea. He tapped his wire, keeping calm, and announcing “I’m gonna go take out the operator.” The two looked at him like he was insane, before finally agreeing. “Charlotte and I will just do the same then. Don’t get caught, or everything goes south.” Jax trailed off into the elevator, acting like he belonged. The elevator doors shut, and the two gulped.
The two waited, stalling for time. They waited for what could have been an eternity, and the longer they waited the more worried they became. Possibilities piled up in their minds as they gradually lost hope. The world started to spin, and the floor started to come out from beneath them. Dexter felt sick, and Charlotte felt like she was going to faint.
Then the alarm went off.
Panic swamped the bank like a hippo in quicksand. Jax, Desmond, and Charlotte booked it straight to the vault room, as that was their “Plan B” if something went horribly wrong. Desmond immediately got to work on cracking the big vault, while Jax beat down everyone who came near. Teeth flew, screams echoed, blood spilt, and sirens echoed. The vault eventually creaked open, the three getting a glimpse of the piles and bags of green that painted the floor, and walls.
Duffel bags were dropped, cash was taken, and quick decisions were made. The three ran out of the vault, barging through the crowd that continued to panic inside. They examined the room, looking for a way out. The backdoor seemed like the light at the end of the tunnel. The three ran for it, slamming into the bar, and flinging the door wide open. They ran for the van, threw their money in the back, jumped in with it, and listened as the engine revved.
Halloween Writing.
Moonlight seeped through the dead trees, and crepuscular rays shined down onto the
lonesome cottage like spotlights shimmering in a dark night sky, highlighting how moss
oozed through cracks in the wooden walls like water through a cupped hand. Only
accessible by a long, grimy, twisted, muddy dirt pathway, the house’s uninviting exterior
environment was eerie enough, let alone the horrors that awaited inside. We hadn’t heard
of it until not long ago, yet rumours had been spreading like wildfire over the last
couple weeks, the house becoming so infamous that few dared to even speak of it.
lonesome cottage like spotlights shimmering in a dark night sky, highlighting how moss
oozed through cracks in the wooden walls like water through a cupped hand. Only
accessible by a long, grimy, twisted, muddy dirt pathway, the house’s uninviting exterior
environment was eerie enough, let alone the horrors that awaited inside. We hadn’t heard
of it until not long ago, yet rumours had been spreading like wildfire over the last
couple weeks, the house becoming so infamous that few dared to even speak of it.
What a cozy little place to live.
A super nice person must live there.
Surrounded by dead trees, the cott wasn’t very large, probably only able to fit one or
two people. Vines hung down from the gutters, blocking out the cracked windows and
creaky, broken doors. What was once a beautiful front garden had now been invaded by
weeds, with the occasional accompaniment of a fragile, grey, long-dead rose. The gable
had gaping holes in it, like an old wedge of cheese, allowing droplets of rain to fall in,
probably puddling inside.
two people. Vines hung down from the gutters, blocking out the cracked windows and
creaky, broken doors. What was once a beautiful front garden had now been invaded by
weeds, with the occasional accompaniment of a fragile, grey, long-dead rose. The gable
had gaping holes in it, like an old wedge of cheese, allowing droplets of rain to fall in,
probably puddling inside.
I wonder if there’s candy there.
Obviously, only one way to find out.
October. I threw the blankets off my bed, catapulting myself off the comfortable mattress
into the cold morning air of my bedroom. Unlike myself, the 31st had rolled over like a fat
man in bed. It was a cold, spooky, rainy day. But that wasn’t going to stop me. I immediately
got to work on finishing my costume. I swiped the bedsheet from my bed, tore my scissors
out of my stationary cup, and cut two large eye-holes into it. I threw the sheet on and started
ran outside. I hopped on my pink bike and rode off into the sunset.
into the cold morning air of my bedroom. Unlike myself, the 31st had rolled over like a fat
man in bed. It was a cold, spooky, rainy day. But that wasn’t going to stop me. I immediately
got to work on finishing my costume. I swiped the bedsheet from my bed, tore my scissors
out of my stationary cup, and cut two large eye-holes into it. I threw the sheet on and started
ran outside. I hopped on my pink bike and rode off into the sunset.
Man, this house is actually really far away.
I really should’ve planned this better.
By the time I found myself on that infamous dirt road, I was sweating, panting, and smelt
like sewage. I prepared my plastic jack-o-lantern basket and rode up to the cott. I didn’t
stop the bike. I simply stuck my foot on the left pedal, dismounted the seat, and hopped
off, letting my bike crash into the house’s front porch. I strolled on up to the house,
knocked on the door, and watched as a pale white face greeted me, it’s sharp talon-like
teeth smiling.
“Trick-or-treat!” Was something behind me?
like sewage. I prepared my plastic jack-o-lantern basket and rode up to the cott. I didn’t
stop the bike. I simply stuck my foot on the left pedal, dismounted the seat, and hopped
off, letting my bike crash into the house’s front porch. I strolled on up to the house,
knocked on the door, and watched as a pale white face greeted me, it’s sharp talon-like
teeth smiling.
“Trick-or-treat!” Was something behind me?
EoTC Log Book
DISCOVERY LOG BOOK
DATE
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AIM FOR TODAY IS
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15/11/18
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WHAT WE ACTUALLY ACHIEVED TODAY
(REFLECT ON YOUR SMART GOAL)
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Settled on design, mechanism, and some ways to supply our equipment.
Started S.M.A.R.T. plan.
Finished S.M.A.R.T. plan.
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WHAT NEEDS TO BE COMPLETED NEXT TIME
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THINGS ME AND MY GROUP FOUND INTERESTING OR NEED TO REMEMBER
(THIS COULD BE LINKS)
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