Evidence Report
Name : Anne Tam Shift : 5
Evidence inspected : Long Bone Case# : 012110
On the second day of crime scenes, I was in charge of the long bone. In this scene, I found the long bone evidence on the back table by the far wall; by the mandible and the pelvis. When the long bone was found, we had to collect it carefully because it was a large piece of evidence. I collected the long bone in our group. When I collected the long bone, I had to make sure I had gloves on, to insure that I did not leave any fingerprints or marks on the evidence, which would make me a suspect as well if my prints were all over the evidence. When the evidence was collected, I placed the long bone into a paper bag, not a plastic bag because the plastic bag could mold and be distorted and the evidence would be destroyed. After placing the long bone into a paper bag, I taped the ends closed with the red evidence tape, making sure it was sealed completely. When that was done, I wrote my initials, location, and time on the front of the paper bag with a black pen. Finally, I gave the paper bag with the long bone inside to my lead investigator, Stacey Klonowski.
When the long bone is found in a crime scene, it is usually collected after all the pictures, sketches, and notes are taken. Having to be careful with it, the long bone is usually collected carefully; using gloves to make sure your fingerprints do not get onto the bone, therefore contaminating the evidence. When the long bone is collected, it is brought back to the lab for the scientists to look at. After the pelvis, the long bone is the second best bone to use to determine the height and sex of the skeleton. Although the long bone is not as trusted as the pelvis, it is still a good piece of evidence to figure out a lot of things about your skeleton or victim. By measuring the long bone, you can use a series of formulas to figure out if the victim is a female or male. Not only can you find out the sex of the skeleton using the long bone, you can also figure out the age range in which the victim is in. During the age group of 6-25 years old, the long bone is the best bone to use to figure out the age. This is because during these years, epiphyseal fusion is happening in the long bones, meaning that the shaft and the end of the bone is starting to fuse together. In the stages before ages 6, the epiphyseal fusion has not yet started to fuse yet, showing the skeleton is under 6 years old. But if the fusion has already finished, that shows that the skeleton is over 25 years old. From this second crime scene, I have found out that the long bone that was collected belonged to an older (fifties) Negroid male. I know this because the epiphyseal fusion has already been completed; the bones are all fused together. I know the bone was male because using the formula to find out if the bone was in the male group or female group, the answer turned out to be a male long bone. I know the long bone was from a Negroid because upon examination, it was seen that the long bone was straighter. Caucasoid and Mongaloid long bones show a more forward curvature, and therefore proves that the long bone found was that of a Negroid male.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
first evidence report
Evidence Report
Name : Anne Tam Shift : 5
Evidence inspected: Hair Case# : 012010
On the first day of the crime scenes, I was in charge of hair. In this crime scene, I found the hair on the bottom drawer of the desk. There was a chair that was toppled over right next to the desk, making it seem as if though the victim had fallen off the chair and had hit her head on the desk drawer. When the hair was found, we had our lead investigator, Korey Streck, collect the hair and place it into an envelope; sealing it shut with evidence tape and writing his initials, the location, and time on the front of the envelope. When Korey was collecting the hair, he wore gloves so he would not contaminate the evidence with his fingerprints or anything that could be left on the hair from his hands. Usually the evidence would be given to the lead investigator; however, Korey was already the lead investigator. He had to collect the rest of the evidence from the rest of the group, place it into the evidence bag, and seal it before turning it in.
When hair is found in a crime scene, the hair is usually collected with patience and care. Always make sure you have gloves on or have a pair of forceps before handling the evidence because you could contaminate it; leaving traces of you on the evidence. When hair is collected, it is brought to the lab for the scientists to examine. Under powerful microscopes, the scientists first look for the medulla; the center of the hair, to determine what origin the hair is from; human or animal. If the medulla index is less than 1/3, then it is human. If the medulla index is greater than ½, then it is animal. To find the medullary index, one must measure the diameter of the medulla and divide it by the diameter of the hair. Based off of the medulla (if human), the hair shaft, the cross sectional shape, and the pigment granules can tell the scientist what race the hair came from; Caucasoid, Mongaloid, or Negroid. Not only can hair tell you what race the hair came from, it can also tell you where on the body it came from. All the hair on a person’s body is different in their own ways, whether it is darker or lighter, thinner or thicker. For example, you can tell when a hair is pubic hair because it is stiff textured and very wiry. Also, pubic hair shows buckling. Compared to limb hair, which is very soft in texture, it is obvious to a scientist under a microscope where the hair evidence originated from. Though hair is usually considered to be class evidence, it can also be considered individual evidence if the hair has DNA on the end of it. Usually when a struggle occurs in the crime scene and hair is left behind, the end of the hair has DNA on it; and that is because of the root and follicle. The root contains nuclear DNA, and that DNA can help scientists figure out who the suspect is. Anyway, after testing the hair for race and ownership, we have concluded that the hair is from a young, mid-twenty, Caucasoid female. The lab figured this out because at the end of a couple hairs, there were some part of the root still attached, showing that there had been some sign of a struggle. After we ran a couple more tests and look under a microscope to view the medulla and calculate the medullary index, the origin of the hair is now clear; it belonged to the sister of Cherry Pitts; Peach Pitts. And because of the sign of struggle through the hair, we have concluded that Peach Pitts has most likely been kidnapped. Though the end of this case is not closer, we as forensic investigators will find out what has happened to Peach Pitts and solve this case!
Name : Anne Tam Shift : 5
Evidence inspected: Hair Case# : 012010
On the first day of the crime scenes, I was in charge of hair. In this crime scene, I found the hair on the bottom drawer of the desk. There was a chair that was toppled over right next to the desk, making it seem as if though the victim had fallen off the chair and had hit her head on the desk drawer. When the hair was found, we had our lead investigator, Korey Streck, collect the hair and place it into an envelope; sealing it shut with evidence tape and writing his initials, the location, and time on the front of the envelope. When Korey was collecting the hair, he wore gloves so he would not contaminate the evidence with his fingerprints or anything that could be left on the hair from his hands. Usually the evidence would be given to the lead investigator; however, Korey was already the lead investigator. He had to collect the rest of the evidence from the rest of the group, place it into the evidence bag, and seal it before turning it in.
When hair is found in a crime scene, the hair is usually collected with patience and care. Always make sure you have gloves on or have a pair of forceps before handling the evidence because you could contaminate it; leaving traces of you on the evidence. When hair is collected, it is brought to the lab for the scientists to examine. Under powerful microscopes, the scientists first look for the medulla; the center of the hair, to determine what origin the hair is from; human or animal. If the medulla index is less than 1/3, then it is human. If the medulla index is greater than ½, then it is animal. To find the medullary index, one must measure the diameter of the medulla and divide it by the diameter of the hair. Based off of the medulla (if human), the hair shaft, the cross sectional shape, and the pigment granules can tell the scientist what race the hair came from; Caucasoid, Mongaloid, or Negroid. Not only can hair tell you what race the hair came from, it can also tell you where on the body it came from. All the hair on a person’s body is different in their own ways, whether it is darker or lighter, thinner or thicker. For example, you can tell when a hair is pubic hair because it is stiff textured and very wiry. Also, pubic hair shows buckling. Compared to limb hair, which is very soft in texture, it is obvious to a scientist under a microscope where the hair evidence originated from. Though hair is usually considered to be class evidence, it can also be considered individual evidence if the hair has DNA on the end of it. Usually when a struggle occurs in the crime scene and hair is left behind, the end of the hair has DNA on it; and that is because of the root and follicle. The root contains nuclear DNA, and that DNA can help scientists figure out who the suspect is. Anyway, after testing the hair for race and ownership, we have concluded that the hair is from a young, mid-twenty, Caucasoid female. The lab figured this out because at the end of a couple hairs, there were some part of the root still attached, showing that there had been some sign of a struggle. After we ran a couple more tests and look under a microscope to view the medulla and calculate the medullary index, the origin of the hair is now clear; it belonged to the sister of Cherry Pitts; Peach Pitts. And because of the sign of struggle through the hair, we have concluded that Peach Pitts has most likely been kidnapped. Though the end of this case is not closer, we as forensic investigators will find out what has happened to Peach Pitts and solve this case!
Sunday, January 24, 2010
changes we have made
The Changes We Have Made
¬Beep! Beep! Beep! My cell phone rings and vibrates as I receive an incoming text, the screen displaying the words “1 new message”. Without looking up from my textbook, I reached around the clutters of paper and random items that almost engulfed my small desk. As I blindly searched my desk, my hand finally felt the smooth exterior of my Samsung Behold. My fingers flew rapidly over the buttons as I responded to the text message, and within a couple seconds, I had texted out a whole paragraph. Hitting the send button, I dropped my phone into my pocket and returned to my textbook. However, not long after I started reading again, my stomach let out a loud, low-pitched growl, reminding me of my increasing hunger. Sighing loudly, I had no choice but to leave my studies and attempt to find food in my always empty fridge.
As I descended down the stairs, I could hear the quiet humming of the fridge coming from the brightly lit kitchen as if calling me. I pushed open the door that led to the kitchen and walked briskly to my fridge. Giving my fridge door a hard tug, the light from inside quickly slipped through, as if trying to escape. However, the emptiness of the fridge only made me sigh loudly in defeat and mutter, “That’s what I thought.” Not wanting to search the house for food, I started to go back upstairs but was stopped by a soft ringing on the other side of the kitchen. Turning my head slightly to see what the ringing was, my eyes landed on the large, black rotary phone hanging on the kitchen wall. It had been a long time since anyone had called the landline and almost everyone in the house had forgotten about it due to the fact we all had cell phones.
Almost as if the soft ringing had put me in a hypnotic spell, I slowly stepped off the stairs and made my way over to the phone. However, by the time I reached the other side of the kitchen, the ringing had already stopped. I stood in front of the phone for a couple minutes, as if entranced by its old-fashioned spinning dial. Slowly reaching my hand out, I touched the cold, hard, black plastic, wiping away the thin layer of dust that had covered most of the phone. My index finger found its way into one of the small holes used for dialing and I slowly twirled the dial, listening to the loud clicking sound it made. Suddenly, a flashback of when I was a kid entered my head. I could see a five-year-old me standing on tippy toes atop of a small, brown stool with my fingers in the little holes, trying to figure out how to use the rotary phone. Coming out of the flashback, I felt a small smile creep onto my face as I remembered how much I had loved playing with the old phone and its spinning dial.
Reaching down into my pocket, I pulled out my touch screen cell phone, the lime green case shining brightly under the well lit kitchen. I rubbed my thumb across the smooth, shiny screen, admiring its sleekness. Gripping the phone tightly in my right hand, I looked back up at the rotary phone hanging on the wall. Once again, I reached up and touched the dial, imagining what it would be like if there were no cell phones, and everyone carried around big, wireless rotary phones. A quiet chuckle escaped my lips as the thought of everyone texting with the old-fashioned phone crossed my mind. Pressing the unlock button on my cell phone, I looked down at the buttons, admiring the touch screen technology while murmuring, “Technology has really come a long way…” With one last look at the old rotary phone, I spun on my heels and made my way back upstairs into my room.
Plopping back down into my hard, plastic chair, I could feel vibrations coming from inside my pocket as another text arrived. As I grabbed my phone, the thought of having to use a rotary phone for texting made me really appreciate the technology I have. Instead of my fingers flying over the touch screen, my fingers would be inserting into the small holes meant for dialing; [and instead of being able to text out a paragraph in a matter of a couple seconds, it would probably take around an hour or so.] Shaking the distracting thoughts from my head, I leaned back over my textbook and went back to studying.
¬Beep! Beep! Beep! My cell phone rings and vibrates as I receive an incoming text, the screen displaying the words “1 new message”. Without looking up from my textbook, I reached around the clutters of paper and random items that almost engulfed my small desk. As I blindly searched my desk, my hand finally felt the smooth exterior of my Samsung Behold. My fingers flew rapidly over the buttons as I responded to the text message, and within a couple seconds, I had texted out a whole paragraph. Hitting the send button, I dropped my phone into my pocket and returned to my textbook. However, not long after I started reading again, my stomach let out a loud, low-pitched growl, reminding me of my increasing hunger. Sighing loudly, I had no choice but to leave my studies and attempt to find food in my always empty fridge.
As I descended down the stairs, I could hear the quiet humming of the fridge coming from the brightly lit kitchen as if calling me. I pushed open the door that led to the kitchen and walked briskly to my fridge. Giving my fridge door a hard tug, the light from inside quickly slipped through, as if trying to escape. However, the emptiness of the fridge only made me sigh loudly in defeat and mutter, “That’s what I thought.” Not wanting to search the house for food, I started to go back upstairs but was stopped by a soft ringing on the other side of the kitchen. Turning my head slightly to see what the ringing was, my eyes landed on the large, black rotary phone hanging on the kitchen wall. It had been a long time since anyone had called the landline and almost everyone in the house had forgotten about it due to the fact we all had cell phones.
Almost as if the soft ringing had put me in a hypnotic spell, I slowly stepped off the stairs and made my way over to the phone. However, by the time I reached the other side of the kitchen, the ringing had already stopped. I stood in front of the phone for a couple minutes, as if entranced by its old-fashioned spinning dial. Slowly reaching my hand out, I touched the cold, hard, black plastic, wiping away the thin layer of dust that had covered most of the phone. My index finger found its way into one of the small holes used for dialing and I slowly twirled the dial, listening to the loud clicking sound it made. Suddenly, a flashback of when I was a kid entered my head. I could see a five-year-old me standing on tippy toes atop of a small, brown stool with my fingers in the little holes, trying to figure out how to use the rotary phone. Coming out of the flashback, I felt a small smile creep onto my face as I remembered how much I had loved playing with the old phone and its spinning dial.
Reaching down into my pocket, I pulled out my touch screen cell phone, the lime green case shining brightly under the well lit kitchen. I rubbed my thumb across the smooth, shiny screen, admiring its sleekness. Gripping the phone tightly in my right hand, I looked back up at the rotary phone hanging on the wall. Once again, I reached up and touched the dial, imagining what it would be like if there were no cell phones, and everyone carried around big, wireless rotary phones. A quiet chuckle escaped my lips as the thought of everyone texting with the old-fashioned phone crossed my mind. Pressing the unlock button on my cell phone, I looked down at the buttons, admiring the touch screen technology while murmuring, “Technology has really come a long way…” With one last look at the old rotary phone, I spun on my heels and made my way back upstairs into my room.
Plopping back down into my hard, plastic chair, I could feel vibrations coming from inside my pocket as another text arrived. As I grabbed my phone, the thought of having to use a rotary phone for texting made me really appreciate the technology I have. Instead of my fingers flying over the touch screen, my fingers would be inserting into the small holes meant for dialing; [and instead of being able to text out a paragraph in a matter of a couple seconds, it would probably take around an hour or so.] Shaking the distracting thoughts from my head, I leaned back over my textbook and went back to studying.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
reflective analysis
20035279 #29
Mrs. M. Turner
Advanced Composition A – 3rd hour
15 January 2010
Reflective Analysis
The topic for this polished piece was a topic from a journal entry. The topic was to write about what would happen if there were no adults or authorities at school. Even while writing the journal essay, I could already tell I would do this topic for my next polished piece because it would be fun to write about what students would do if there were no adults or authorities. I started this piece by putting myself into that position, and trying to imagine what everyone would do. Of course the first thing I thought of was the use of cell phones, and so I incorporated that students were pulling out their cell phones as soon as they heard there were no adults in the building. As I did that, the ideas started flowing and soon I had written my piece.
I felt like this piece was one of my better pieces because there were many details describing the environment and the mood of the classroom and school. Having many details makes the reader be able to picture themselves in the situation and see it the way I was seeing it as I was writing the paper. Also, there were very little being verbs in the paragraphs, making the piece stronger. Although some of the things I could have worked on in this polished piece were to make the opening paragraph clearer. One of my peer editors told me that I should not have described the outside life after I walked inside, and if I were to describe the outside, I should still be walking outside. However, my other two peer editors told me that it was clear enough, and I should not have to change anything. Because it was two over one, I did not change the opening paragraph.
As my piece progressed, I read over my paper at least 20 times, filling in areas that seemed empty and boring with details and descriptions. In my journal, I had rushed to write this entry, making the piece sound bland and boring, with hardly any details. But as I continued to work on my piece, I became more engaged in the piece, and started adding more and more details to it until it became the piece it is now. The initial idea of this piece came from a journal entry that Mrs. Turner gave us. As soon as I heard about the entry, I knew right away it would be something I could write about in my next polished piece, and I was right; it became one of the easiest and more fun pieces of write about. Because there would never be no authorities at school, the thought of it makes every student excited and all hoping it would happen. That is why this topic made such a good paper.
Overall, this was one of the most enjoyable and fun papers that I have ever written. Though there are some things I felt like I should have worked on more, I am proud of the way this paper turned out. I know almost every student in the world can relate to this because we all would be excited to have no authorities at school just for a day. I am really glad I had this topic to write about
Mrs. M. Turner
Advanced Composition A – 3rd hour
15 January 2010
Reflective Analysis
The topic for this polished piece was a topic from a journal entry. The topic was to write about what would happen if there were no adults or authorities at school. Even while writing the journal essay, I could already tell I would do this topic for my next polished piece because it would be fun to write about what students would do if there were no adults or authorities. I started this piece by putting myself into that position, and trying to imagine what everyone would do. Of course the first thing I thought of was the use of cell phones, and so I incorporated that students were pulling out their cell phones as soon as they heard there were no adults in the building. As I did that, the ideas started flowing and soon I had written my piece.
I felt like this piece was one of my better pieces because there were many details describing the environment and the mood of the classroom and school. Having many details makes the reader be able to picture themselves in the situation and see it the way I was seeing it as I was writing the paper. Also, there were very little being verbs in the paragraphs, making the piece stronger. Although some of the things I could have worked on in this polished piece were to make the opening paragraph clearer. One of my peer editors told me that I should not have described the outside life after I walked inside, and if I were to describe the outside, I should still be walking outside. However, my other two peer editors told me that it was clear enough, and I should not have to change anything. Because it was two over one, I did not change the opening paragraph.
As my piece progressed, I read over my paper at least 20 times, filling in areas that seemed empty and boring with details and descriptions. In my journal, I had rushed to write this entry, making the piece sound bland and boring, with hardly any details. But as I continued to work on my piece, I became more engaged in the piece, and started adding more and more details to it until it became the piece it is now. The initial idea of this piece came from a journal entry that Mrs. Turner gave us. As soon as I heard about the entry, I knew right away it would be something I could write about in my next polished piece, and I was right; it became one of the easiest and more fun pieces of write about. Because there would never be no authorities at school, the thought of it makes every student excited and all hoping it would happen. That is why this topic made such a good paper.
Overall, this was one of the most enjoyable and fun papers that I have ever written. Though there are some things I felt like I should have worked on more, I am proud of the way this paper turned out. I know almost every student in the world can relate to this because we all would be excited to have no authorities at school just for a day. I am really glad I had this topic to write about
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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20035279 #29
Mrs. M. Turner
Advanced Composition A – 3rd Hour
10 December 2009
If Only, If Only
I dragged my semi-conscious body through the heavy, gray school doors of Plymouth High school, the wind slamming them shut behind me. Though inside, I could still hear the wind howling violently, causing the trees to wave their arms around wildly. Any signs of nature seemed like a distant memory as the snow covered most of the ground, hiding what was left of the grass. Proceeding to class, I took notice that teacher and security guard that usually stood outside the office were not there today. Not thinking much of the absent teachers, I continued down C- pod and made it into my classroom just as the bell rung for class to start.
Dropping my belongings along the right side of my desk, I took a seat in my chair and reached into my bag for my math folder. After rummaging around in my bag for a couple seconds, my hand finally felt the smooth surface of my math folder. My fingers closed around the folder, and with a small tug, the folder slid free. I found the homework from last night and placed it onto my desk. Looking up, I took notice that the teacher had not yet entered the room. Strange… I thought, curiously. He’s usually always here before any of us... So where is he?
Looking around, I could see that I was not the only one who had noticed our teacher’s absence. Many of my classmates had started conversations about the absent teacher, letting their imaginations run free. I could hear stories ranging from being abducted and taken hostage by aliens to winning the lottery and quitting the school teacher job. Seconds passed quickly, soon turning into minutes, five minutes to ten minutes, ten to fifteen, yet the teacher still had not arrived. One of my classmates had decided to take action and go next door to try to find out where our teacher had gone. A couple minutes later, he returned with a puzzled look on his face. My class went silent as he started to speak. “The teacher next door isn’t there either… and neither are any of the teachers or staff in the entire building…”
As the realization of no teachers or adults hit my class, a frenzy erupted. Loud, excited talking and scraping chairs echoed off the walls of the small classroom, making everything seem ten times louder. Everybody reached into their bags, pulled out their cell phones, and called their parents to deliver the news. The halls soon started to fill up with students exiting the building, deciding to return home because of the absence of the teachers. I had already called my dad and informed him of the situation at school, and he would soon arrive to pick me up. Packing my belongings, I looked down at my phone to see an incoming text from my dad, informing me that he had arrived. With one last glance at my classroom, I exited the building just as hundreds of other students had done a couple minutes before.
I bolted upright in bed and looked over at my clock. It read “6:06 a.m”. Sighing, I lay back in bed and thought about the dream I just had. That would be so amazing if that really happened. I thought, a small smile creeping onto my face. As I got up to get ready for school, the thought of my dream still lingered in my mind. Arriving at the school and swinging the open the heavy, gray doors, I passed the office and took notice that the security guard and teacher that usually stood there were not there today…
Mrs. M. Turner
Advanced Composition A – 3rd Hour
10 December 2009
If Only, If Only
I dragged my semi-conscious body through the heavy, gray school doors of Plymouth High school, the wind slamming them shut behind me. Though inside, I could still hear the wind howling violently, causing the trees to wave their arms around wildly. Any signs of nature seemed like a distant memory as the snow covered most of the ground, hiding what was left of the grass. Proceeding to class, I took notice that teacher and security guard that usually stood outside the office were not there today. Not thinking much of the absent teachers, I continued down C- pod and made it into my classroom just as the bell rung for class to start.
Dropping my belongings along the right side of my desk, I took a seat in my chair and reached into my bag for my math folder. After rummaging around in my bag for a couple seconds, my hand finally felt the smooth surface of my math folder. My fingers closed around the folder, and with a small tug, the folder slid free. I found the homework from last night and placed it onto my desk. Looking up, I took notice that the teacher had not yet entered the room. Strange… I thought, curiously. He’s usually always here before any of us... So where is he?
Looking around, I could see that I was not the only one who had noticed our teacher’s absence. Many of my classmates had started conversations about the absent teacher, letting their imaginations run free. I could hear stories ranging from being abducted and taken hostage by aliens to winning the lottery and quitting the school teacher job. Seconds passed quickly, soon turning into minutes, five minutes to ten minutes, ten to fifteen, yet the teacher still had not arrived. One of my classmates had decided to take action and go next door to try to find out where our teacher had gone. A couple minutes later, he returned with a puzzled look on his face. My class went silent as he started to speak. “The teacher next door isn’t there either… and neither are any of the teachers or staff in the entire building…”
As the realization of no teachers or adults hit my class, a frenzy erupted. Loud, excited talking and scraping chairs echoed off the walls of the small classroom, making everything seem ten times louder. Everybody reached into their bags, pulled out their cell phones, and called their parents to deliver the news. The halls soon started to fill up with students exiting the building, deciding to return home because of the absence of the teachers. I had already called my dad and informed him of the situation at school, and he would soon arrive to pick me up. Packing my belongings, I looked down at my phone to see an incoming text from my dad, informing me that he had arrived. With one last glance at my classroom, I exited the building just as hundreds of other students had done a couple minutes before.
I bolted upright in bed and looked over at my clock. It read “6:06 a.m”. Sighing, I lay back in bed and thought about the dream I just had. That would be so amazing if that really happened. I thought, a small smile creeping onto my face. As I got up to get ready for school, the thought of my dream still lingered in my mind. Arriving at the school and swinging the open the heavy, gray doors, I passed the office and took notice that the security guard and teacher that usually stood there were not there today…
Thursday, January 7, 2010
civitan essay
20035279 #29
Mrs. M. Turner
Advanced Composition A - Third Hour
7 January 2010
Civitan Essay
What is the difference between snail mail and an email? Almost automatically, everyone would say that email is a lot faster than snail mail. All email would require is the tapping of a couple buttons on a desktop or laptop, a quick click of a “send” button, and the message would shoot off into the enormous internet network. However, snail mail would require the use of writing out the entire message, the retrieval of an envelope and stamp, and a couple weeks of waiting for the letter to be delivered to the intended person. Technology has majorly improved and changed the world just in the last decade. The invention of video game systems, cell phones, portable electronics, and so on, have largely impacted the world and has made almost everything easier to do and accomplish. However, many people have started taking this new technology for granted, and not appreciating the actual reason and use of the object.
One of the greatest changes in technology history is the invention of laptops. Before the invention of laptops, people were confined to their computer desk and desktop when they had things to accomplish, but as the first laptop was invented and now improved, it has made all the impact on everyone in the world. It is now easy to transport your documents from one place to another with just the click of a couple buttons. When the first laptop was invented, it was a big piece of plastic, however, as the decades progressed, laptops itself started to become more and more improved. There are no longer any large or chunky laptops, but now there are laptops that are less than an inch thick. As the decades passed on, the technology for laptops have gotten better and better.
Another great change in technology over the years that has helped improved the life of many people is the cell phone. Like the laptop, the cell phone had been invented more than a couple decades ago and had started out being a big block of plastic. In the last ten years, the changes in cell phones have become phenomenal. People are no longer using the big black blocks that could not fit in pockets, but have now upgraded to small, thin phones, and touch screens. More and more often now, I have noticed almost all my friends have touch screen phones. A decade or two back, we would never have thought of small, thin phones, much less touch screen phones. The change in technology is sometimes scary to think about.
Although there are many electronics and technology related items that have been invented in the past decade, there are also many items that have just been improved. Back when I was about six years old, I remember when the Nintendo 64 had just been invented. The Nintendo was all the rage, and almost every kid I knew had it in their homes. Only a decade later, the Nintendo 64 is now out of date and considered “uncool.” What is all the rage now is the PS3, XBOX 360, and the most new one, the Wii. How in only ten years can the coolest technology turn into something uncool? I know without a doubt that the three most talked about game systems are not the last, for in the future, maybe even in the next decade, more advanced game systems will come out, and make the Wii seem old and out of date.
Without a doubt in the next decade of so, there will be many new changes in the everyday life of an American. Although there are many people who would consider the change in technology to be bad, I would consider the change to be good and helpful to the world. The use of cell phones, laptops, and entertainment has served the world many purposes, and I know that in the future there will continue to be new electronics that will continue to serve the world and help improve and make easy the life of an everyday American and everyone else in the world that uses everyday technology.
Mrs. M. Turner
Advanced Composition A - Third Hour
7 January 2010
Civitan Essay
What is the difference between snail mail and an email? Almost automatically, everyone would say that email is a lot faster than snail mail. All email would require is the tapping of a couple buttons on a desktop or laptop, a quick click of a “send” button, and the message would shoot off into the enormous internet network. However, snail mail would require the use of writing out the entire message, the retrieval of an envelope and stamp, and a couple weeks of waiting for the letter to be delivered to the intended person. Technology has majorly improved and changed the world just in the last decade. The invention of video game systems, cell phones, portable electronics, and so on, have largely impacted the world and has made almost everything easier to do and accomplish. However, many people have started taking this new technology for granted, and not appreciating the actual reason and use of the object.
One of the greatest changes in technology history is the invention of laptops. Before the invention of laptops, people were confined to their computer desk and desktop when they had things to accomplish, but as the first laptop was invented and now improved, it has made all the impact on everyone in the world. It is now easy to transport your documents from one place to another with just the click of a couple buttons. When the first laptop was invented, it was a big piece of plastic, however, as the decades progressed, laptops itself started to become more and more improved. There are no longer any large or chunky laptops, but now there are laptops that are less than an inch thick. As the decades passed on, the technology for laptops have gotten better and better.
Another great change in technology over the years that has helped improved the life of many people is the cell phone. Like the laptop, the cell phone had been invented more than a couple decades ago and had started out being a big block of plastic. In the last ten years, the changes in cell phones have become phenomenal. People are no longer using the big black blocks that could not fit in pockets, but have now upgraded to small, thin phones, and touch screens. More and more often now, I have noticed almost all my friends have touch screen phones. A decade or two back, we would never have thought of small, thin phones, much less touch screen phones. The change in technology is sometimes scary to think about.
Although there are many electronics and technology related items that have been invented in the past decade, there are also many items that have just been improved. Back when I was about six years old, I remember when the Nintendo 64 had just been invented. The Nintendo was all the rage, and almost every kid I knew had it in their homes. Only a decade later, the Nintendo 64 is now out of date and considered “uncool.” What is all the rage now is the PS3, XBOX 360, and the most new one, the Wii. How in only ten years can the coolest technology turn into something uncool? I know without a doubt that the three most talked about game systems are not the last, for in the future, maybe even in the next decade, more advanced game systems will come out, and make the Wii seem old and out of date.
Without a doubt in the next decade of so, there will be many new changes in the everyday life of an American. Although there are many people who would consider the change in technology to be bad, I would consider the change to be good and helpful to the world. The use of cell phones, laptops, and entertainment has served the world many purposes, and I know that in the future there will continue to be new electronics that will continue to serve the world and help improve and make easy the life of an everyday American and everyone else in the world that uses everyday technology.
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