The Cerebellum

The cerebellum, which means "little brain," is a small, pear-shaped section at the back of the brain, below the cerebrum. It is much smaller than the cerebrum. It controls voluntary balance, movement, and coordination. Because of your cerebellum, you are able to stand upright, keep your balance and move around. The cerebellum makes the muscles in your hands and fingers work together. If your cerebellum was injured, you would have poor balance and move with jerky motions. 

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The Cerebrum

The cerebrum is the largest part of the brain.The cerebrum is the thinking part of the brain. It controls memory. You use your cerebrum to make decisions and imagine. The cerebrum controls voluntary muscles; the muscles you use when you kick a soccer ball or dance. The cerebrum also makes it possible for you to see, hear, taste, touch and smell.

The cerebrum has two halves, known as the left and right hemispheres. It is covered with a layer of nerve cells, called the cortex. The cortex is involved in many complex brain functions including memory ,perceptual awareness, thinking and language. The right side of the cortex controls muscle activities in the left side of the body, and the left side of the cortex controls activities on the right side of the body.

The Brain

Your brain is the computer control center for your body. It is not one mass, but it is divided into parts. One of the smaller parts is the hypothalamus. The hypothalamus controls automatic body functions,like digestion.  

The three main parts of the brain are the medulla, cerebellum and,cerebrum. The medulla and the cerebellum are at the base of the cerebrum. The medulla is connected to the top of the large bundle of nerves running down through the spine, called the spinal cord. The medulla controls involuntary movements,such as the beating of your heart. 


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The story I am working on!!!!

The

Melissa Hanson

Adventures

Chapter one: Middle School

Everywhere in the world there is someone well…different. For Melissa Hanson different… was her middle name.  See her mother and father were traveling around the world when she was born. They were afraid that they would be limited by their young companion, so they left her under the care of her eccentric Aunt Martha. Aunt Martha was a loving woman, but her desire to make Melissa into a “proper young lady” made her seem harsh and standoffish. Aunt Martha’s mission to conform Melissa’s rather adventurous nature into something quiet and reserved created constant frustration for the poor old women and challenges for Melissa, who would later pursue a career as a detective- but I am getting ahead of myself now where was I oh yes, it all started when she was thirteen sitting on a bench in the park beneath a tiny tree when all the sudden an odd-looking boy sat right next to her on the bench at this very moment  she thinking “oh dear why him” in the fourth grade he had boasted about how his parents owned the largest bank in the country and how he would inherit  a lot of money by the time he was eighteen . He did it in front of me all the time in till the day he kissed me (oh and by the way I am Melissa Hanson) I was very shocked and quit mad and pushed him he flopped over and landed in mud.Poor boy, he did not come back to school for a whole month. By that time a lot of rumors had circulated across the school. Some believed that he had been abducted by aliens, but others said that his parents were sending him to boarding school because they couldn’t handle him anymore. And every time he saw me he made a very twisted face that looked as though he had tasted something sour like lemonade without the sugar. My friend Jane was dragged through this the whole time people would come to her and ask if the rumors about me kissing him were true being the polite girl she is she would say "no" and then as sneakily and as quickly as possible run away from the ever growing crowd. Poor  Charlie didn’t know that his attempt at romance and subsequent mud bath would insure status as a social outcast for the rest of his middle school years.  His reputation as “muddy romantic” followed him even through high school. 



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The Animal Population at Our House

I have always loved animals. My first memories of life our filled with lots of animals, real and stuffed animals, or as I like to call them my "honorary pets."  My personal time line is littered with memories of adventures with my animal friends.  Most of them four legged, one with no legs at all!

The first animals I remember from my childhood are my dog Carmen and sweet cat Ceily. From the time I was 3 years old my childhood is filled with memories of Carmen, our energetic lab puppy, and Ceily our talkative Siamese mix. The house we used to live in was in a bad neighborhood, so not having a dog was out of the question.  Although, sadly, Carmen was not much of a guard dog.  Afraid of her own shadow, she would jump at any unexplained noise.  Sweet Ceily used to curl up with me in my crib.  She was very patient with babies.  When I was only a few months old I would use her as a stabilizer when I would try to sit up.  My mom says I would burry my fingers and my face in to her soft hair.  After I grew to be a toddler, Ceily began to teach me how to treat her and other animals by either biting me gently or batting me with her soft paws.  I learned quickly not to pull her tail.

Ceily, was the first of many cats to join our family.  For a while we seemed to collect them, as each of us four children wanted our own.  None of us claimed Ceily, she was the “family cat”.  For a few years we had five cats.  All with different quirks and personalities.  Ceily would get confused if we got a real tree, so every year we would get an artificial one.  Other wise, she would leave us "presents" under the tree.  Annie, who was my cat, was afraid of her own shadow.  We call Rocky “Mr. moody pants.”  One minute he would be loving on you, and the next, he would bite you and run away!  Chloe, our sweetest cat, was known as “Fatty.”  She has never bitten any one at all.  When you sneeze, she mews!  It's like she is saying “Excuse you, will feeding me make you feel better?”  Max, also known as “Slinky,” has the super ability to flatten himself like a pancake!

Ceily has passed away and we had to give Annie away when we moved to Colorado.  After we moved here we got new animals, like guinea pigs, my very own snake named Bailey, and finally four chickens.  Our guinea pigs have had two litters since we got them.  I love the way we can train our guinea pigs to do super awesome stuff, like climbing the stairs and running into our bedrooms!  Our talkative chickens also have their own personalities.   One of the funniest things they love to do is to chase moths.  They catch spiders too.  Whenever we go in the backyard they all run as fast as their little chicken legs will carry them just to see if we have any treats for them to eat.  Between the chickens and the guinea pigs, none of our uneaten fruits or veggies are ever wasted.

Even if they weren’t living breathing compost-eaters, my family and I would still welcome animals in our home.  I cannot imagine my life without all my awesome animals, and all the joy they have brought into my life.  Whenever I feel lonely, I can always talk to one of my animal family members.  I never feel like I am truly alone.  I don’t have to dress right or talk perfectly, they love me anyway.  Their love is unconditional.  That’s why I will never live without animals in my home.

“Changing from a City girl to a Country girl”

It all started with my friends the Olson family they live in Stockton, CA back then they had only six children they live in the country I mean the whole thing cows, goats even a pony! It was my favorite place to go even though they were a thirty minute drive we spent every holiday we could, spending time with them my friend Gwendolyn was at the time learning to throw a knife. My other friends were learning to shoot guns. Every time I went there I only wanted more of that “Farm Life” I started to think what it would be like to have my own farm and what kind of cowboy I would marry someday. To this day I still want a farm where I could have as many animals as I wanted like pigs, cows, lamas, goats, horses, a barn, and some more chickens.

It turns out my mom had the exact same idea and my dad was happy with whatever my mom wanted. So we all started looking at farms for sale with at least five acres almost immediately.  It was awesome even during school she would tell us to look at a maybe potential house even without my mom; my little sister and I would look for a possible house if we found a good one we would email it to our mom so she could look at it later.

I also have a dream to have my very own club where I would have sleep overs with my friends and some of my cousins too! I have also been bugging my dad about getting a gun so I can go to the shooting range with my friend Andrew who is also one of my very best friends he and I would love to shoot at the shooting range every day if we could. What will I come up with to do next hunting, barrel race, huh, guess I will just have to wait. and now I am glad to call myself a cowgirl 

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The Changes in My Friends

“Nevertheless I have somewhat against thee, because thou hast left thy first love.” (Revelations 2:4)

Life is always changing.  Some changes are good.  One I am looking forward to is the ability to drive.  Other changes are difficult to appreciate, like the way my friends are changing.  Like a crazy storyline from one of my favorite novels; overnight, these remnants of my friends look like them, and sound like them, but they are different.  I am perplexed.  I feel betrayed.

We always had fun with our conversations.  Talking about are dreams of possible careers, where we would like to live, or decorations we would like for our bedrooms.  We would spend hours letting are a imagination carry us away.   I knew we would grow up.   What I didn’t know, was that for some of my friends that would mean a complete change in focus.  It’s like I don’t know some of them anymore.  Once my closest confidants, these worldly, boy-crazed aliens have replaced them.  Their conversation is totally centered on boys and boyfriends.  Who’s “going out” with whom, which boys are the cutest and just what they are willing to do to get them.  They have become consumed with some twisted idea of perfection.  Once easy going girls, wearing dirt and scraped knees, suddenly they can’t leave the house without perfect makeup and the perfect outfit, just in case they might run into a boy. 

Their parents are oblivious; it’s not their fault, not really.  The deception is calculated.  These friends, who once talked openly with their parents, are suddenly living covert, double lives that a spy would envy.  Parents have become the enemy, and stealth is required to keep them unaware and unsuspecting of their daughters’ activities.  These girls no longer believe that they should listen to their parents.   They think that their parents are lame.  They “don’t understand.”  Their selfish desires are the driving force in their lives. 

What about how the Lord wants us to live?  Does that matter?  God’s will is but a shadow to them. Something that mattered to them once, but godly desires have been replaced by worldly ones. They have adopted the world’s idea of beauty verses Gods idea of beauty.  Once they clothed themselves in kindness, now they feel compelled to dress provocatively.   Once focused on God’s purpose for their lives, now they are focused on what boys would like, or what their “friends” will think.

My friends are changing, and I don’t like it.  Like a change of season, with once green leaves turning brown and drifting from the tree of life, they have fallen away from their first love.  Seeking what they think will bring them satisfaction; they drift aimlessly, blown about by the winds of worldly desires.  Following those who have fallen away before them, they join the pile of empty, souls who don’t understand what real love is. The love of Christ fulfills. It is the source of real satisfaction. 

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