The Ramp

In eighth grade, I had a difficult project that needed precise and accurate work. Our project was to make a ramp. The ramp needed to be a meter stick long exactly. The ramp could be a centimeter off or a millimeter off or we would get points deducted. The ramp also needed to show the difference of kinetic and potential energy. Everyone gather for a partner and I had Ricky for a partner. Ricky seemed to have everything set for him from his second mom who had a lot of crafting arts for us to use. The idea we had was a racing ramp, to show speed. We used wood for our ramp and to hold it down. The idea was completely set, and we were going to do this. The only problem we had was that I went to the wrong house.

  When I went to his house he was not there, so i called him. He said "No I'm at Dama's house." Which was an even farther run from here than I expected. I felt that I miscalculated, and that i needed to run so we can finish this project. I ran from one side of the city basically to the other. When I reached his house, the project was close to finished, and all that needed to be done was to apply a sliding ramp, a toy car to show kinetic and potential energy, and a paint job for the wood. The paint had an odor that smelled awful. We finished everything we needed to do and we just needed to present it for class the next day.

  School had started, and we had our project ready to go. Everyone looked at our project because it was so over-sized and could hurt somebody if it fell on them. Our teacher checked to see if our project was a meter long exactly and it turned out to be off my one measely centimeter. Our teacher said it was the closest ramp that was a meter stick out of the school so he did not deduct any points. It was a really tough problem making it exactly one meter long, but in the end it was a vast amount of effort that made the whole project successful.