Preparation for Term Test – 8. Grade

Neil Young - "Be The Rain"Song lyric

Save the planet for another day"attention shoppers, buy with a conscience and save"Save the planet for another day"save Alaska! let the caribou stay"Don't care what the governments say"they're all bought and paid for anyway"Save the planet for another day"hey big oil, what do you say?"

. . .

We got a job to doWe got to Save mother earth

Be the ocean when it meets the sky"you can make a difference, if you really try"Be the magic in the northern lights"six days....six nights"Be the river as it rolls along"it has three eyed fish and it's smellin' strong"Be the rain you remember fallin'"be the rain, be the rain"

. . .We got a job to doWe got to Save mother earth 

Dream the hunter on the western plain"the birds are all gone, where did they go?"Dream the fisherman in his boat"he's comin' home empty, he's barely afloat"Dream the logger in the great northwest"they're runnin' out of trees, they got to give it a rest"(there's no other way to cut it)Dream the farmer in the old heartland"corporate greed and chemicals are killin' the land"

. . .

He had a job to doHe had to Save mother earth

Be the ocean when it meets the sky"greek freighters are dumping crap somewhere right now"Be the magic in the northern lights"the ice is melting!"Be the river as it rolls along"toxic waste dumpin' from corporate farms"Be the rain you remember fallin'"be the rain, be the rain"Save the planet for another day"be the rain, be the rain"Be the river as it rolls along"be the rain, be the rain"

FUTURE FOODSRising food prices, a growing population and environmental

concerns are the reasons why food experts say that in the

future we will have to rethink what we eat. So what might

we be serving up in 20 years’ time?

SEA VEGETABLESAlgae and seaweed can feed humans and animals and can

be grown in the ocean. That is a big bonus where there is

lack of fresh water. The great thing about seaweed is that it

grows very quickly; it is the fastest growing plant on earth.

Therefore, seaweed farms could easily be very successful.

Seaweed is eaten fresh or dries and can replace salt in

different kinds of food. There are about 10,000 types of

seaweed in the world and the flavor can vary a lot.

However, only a tiny part of edible sea vegetables is used in

food, mostly in Japan. Seaweed can be used in sushi,

salads, main courses and as snacks. Fresh seaweed does

not keep as well, so it its best to buy it dried.

Word power

Rising – stigende

Population – befolkning

Environmental concerns –

miljømessige

utfordringer

Rethink – tenke nytt –

revurdere

Algae – alger

Seaweed – tang,

sjøgress

Lack of – mangel på

Replace – erstatte

Does not keep well –

har kort holdbarhet

Source of protein –

preoteinkilde

Raise – dyrke, oppdrette

Cattle – storfe

Consume – forbruker

Carbon footprint –

karbonfotavtrykk

Edible – spiselige

Diet – kost, diett

Caterpillars – larver,

kålorm

Locusts – gresshopper

Wasps – veps

Delicacy – delikatesse

Iron – jern

Minced beef - kjøttdeig

INSECTSInsects are a great source of protein. They also cost less to raise than cattle,

consume less water and do not have much of a carbon footprint. There are about

1,400 species of insects that are edible. Large parts of the world’s population already

eat insects as a regular part of their diet. Caterpillars and locusts are popular in

Africa. Wasps are a delicacy in Japan.

Food source Protein (g) Iron

(mg)

Caterpillar (100g) 28.2 35.5

Grasshopper (100g) 20.6 5

Minced beef (100g) 27.4 3.5

Wasp crackersWasp crackers are popular in Japan.

They have real wasps baked right into

them.

Bamboo wormsBamboo worms are popular in Thailand.

They are an insect larvae snack.

They are high in protein and fiber and low fat.

ScorpionsScorpions on a stick are popular in

China.

Most people say they are crunchy,

without much taste.

Recipe – Chocolate “chirp” cookiesBefore cooking, fetch all the ingredients and utensils you need. Read the recipe

carefully before you start.

Ingredients 2 ¼ cups plain flour

1 tsp baking soda

1 tsp salt

1 cup unsalted butter, softened

1 ½ cups brown sugar 1 tsp vanilla

2 eggs

12 oz chocolate chips

1 cup chopped mixed nuts (optional)

½ cup dry-roasted crickets

Preparation methodPreheat the oven to 200 C. Mix together the butter, the sugar, and the vanilla,

beating until the mixture is smooth and creamy. Beat the eggs and then slowly add

the flour, salt and baking soda. Stir in the nuts, insects and chocolate chips. Place

rounded teaspoonfuls of the mixture onto a greased baking sheet and bake in the

oven for 8-10 minutes.

Mars One

What if you were offered a one-way ticket to Mars? Would you like to be part of what could be the next giant leap for mankind? Mars One is a non-profit foundation that is planning to establish a permanent human settlement on Mars. With 200.000 applicants, Mars One has narrowed it down to 100 people who will have the chance to go to Mars. The plan is to send the first crew on their one-way journey in 2026 and, one year later, they will set up a habitat on Mars.

Non-profit - ikke for å tjene

penger

Leap - sprang

Applicant - søker

Narrow - snevre ned

Word power

Thanks for the KnifeAn excerpt from The Hunger Games

Sixty seconds. That's how long we're required to stand on our metal circles before the sound of a gong releases us. Step off before the minute is up, and land mines blow your legs off. Sixty seconds to take in the ring of tributes all equidistant from the Cornucopia, a giant golden horn shaped like a cone with a curved tail, the mouth of which is at least twenty feet high, spilling over with the things that will give us life here in the arena. Food, containers of water, weapons, medicine, garments, fire starters. Strewn around the Cornucopia are other supplies, their value decreasing the farther they are from the horn. For instance, only a few steps from my feet lies a three-foot square of plastic. Certainly it could be of some use in a downpour. But there in the mouth, I can see a tent pack that would protect from almost any sort of weather. If I had the guts to go in and fight for it against the other twenty-three tributes. Which I have been instructed not to do.

We're on a flat, open stretch of ground. A plain of hard-packed dirt. Behind the tributes across from me, I can see nothing, indicating either a steep downward slope or even a cliff. To my right lies a lake. To my left and back, sparse piney woods. This is where Haymitch would want me to go. Immediately.

I hear his instructions in my head. "Just clear out, put as much distance as you can between yourselves and the others, and find a source of water."

But it's tempting, so tempting, when I see the bounty waiting there before me. And I know that if I don't get it, someone else will. That the Career Tributes who survive the bloodbath will divide up most of these life-sustaining spoils. Something catches my eye. There, resting on a mound of blanket rolls, is a silver sheath of arrows and a bow, already strung, just waiting to be engaged. That's mine, I think. It's meant for me.

I'm fast. I can sprint faster than any of the girls in our school, although a couple can beat me in distance races. But this forty-yard length, this is what I am built for. I know I can get it, I know I can reach it first, but then the question is how quickly can I get out of there? By the time I've scrambled up the packs and grabbed the weapons, others will have reached the horn, and one or two I might be able to pick off, but say there's a dozen, at that close range, they could take me down with the spears and the clubs. Or their own powerful fists. Still, I won't be the only target. I'm betting many of the other tributes would pass up a smaller girl, even one who scored an eleven in training, to take out their more fierce adversaries.

Haymitch has never seen me run. Maybe if he had he'd tell me to go for it. Get the weapon. Since that's the very weapon that might be my salvation. And I only see one bow in that whole pile. I know the minute must be almost up and will have to decide what my strategy will be and I find myself positioning my feet to run, not away into the surrounding forests but toward the pile, toward the bow. When suddenly I notice Peeta, he's about five tributes to my right, quite a fair distance, still I can tell he's looking at me and I think he might be shaking his head. But the sun's in my eyes, and while I'm puzzling over it the gong rings out.

And I've missed it! I've missed my chance! Because those extra couple of seconds I've lost by not being ready are enough to change my mind about going in. My feet shuffle for a moment, confused at the direction my brain wants to take and then I lunge forward, scoop up the sheet of plastic and a loaf of bread. The pickings are so small and I'm so angry with Peeta for distracting me that I sprint in twenty yards to retrieve a bright orange backpack that could hold anything because I can't stand leaving with virtually nothing.

A boy, I think from District 9, reaches the pack at the same time I do and for a brief time we grapple for it and then he coughs, splattering my face with blood. I stagger back, repulsed by the warm, sticky spray. Then the boy slips to the ground. That's when I see the knife in his back. Already other tributes have reached the Cornucopia and are spreading out to attack. Yes, the girl from District 2, ten yards away, running toward me, one hand clutching a half-dozen knives. I've seen her throw in training. She never misses. And I'm her next target.

All the general fear I've been feeling condenses into an immediate fear of this girl, this predator who might kill me in seconds. Adrenaline shoots through me and I sling the pack over one shoulder and run full-speed for the woods. I can hear the blade whistling toward me and reflexively hike the pack up to protect my head. The blade lodges in the pack. Both straps on my shoulders now, I make for the trees. Somehow I know the girl will not pursue me. That she'll be drawn back into the Cornucopia before all the good stuff is gone. A grin crosses my face. Thanks for the knife, I think.

Excerpt from The Hunger Games © 2008 by Suzanne Collins. Used with permission from Scholastic Press