Name, date, Exercise X

Part a
( √ √  
x3 2 2 √ 2i x − 1 − 2 log ( x) + log (x) + 2i asin √1x for |x| > 1
≡ 3 + x2 asin (x)+ x2 + x4 −x2 + 1+ √ √
− 41 asin (x)
2 −x + 1 + log (x) − 2 log −x + 1 + 1 otherwise

Part b
The bowl was filled with fruit. It seemed to be an overabundance of strawberries, but it also included blueberries,
raspberries, grapes, and banana slices. This was the meal Sarah had every morning to start her day since she could
remember. Why she decided to add chocolate as an option today was still a bit of a surprise, but she had been in
the process of deciding she wanted to change her routine. This was a baby step to begin that start. It wasn’t that he
hated her. It was simply that he didn’t like her much. It was difficult for him to explain this to her, and even more
difficult for her to truly understand. She was in love and wanted him to feel the same way. He didn’t, and no matter
how he tried to explain to her she refused to listen or to understand. Frank knew there was a correct time and place
to reveal his secret and this wasn’t it. The issue was that the secret might be revealed despite his best attempt to keep
it from coming out. At this point, it was out of his control and completely dependant on those around him who also
knew the secret. They wouldn’t purposely reveal it, or at least he believed that, but they could easily inadvertently
expose it. It was going to be a long hour as he nervously eyed everyone around the table hoping they would keep
their mouths shut. There was nothing to indicate Nancy was going to change the world. She looked like an average
girl going to an average high school. It was the fact that everything about her seemed average that would end up
becoming her superpower. Debbie knew she was being selfish and unreasonable. She understood why the others in
the room were angry and frustrated with her and the way she was acting. In her eyes, it didn’t really matter how
they felt because she simply didn’t care. The house was located at the top of the hill at the end of a winding road.
It wasn’t obvious that the house was there, but everyone in town knew that it existed. They were just all too afraid
to ever go and see it in person. She had been told time and time again that the most important steps were the first
and the last. It was something that she carried within her in everything she did, but then he showed up and disrupted
everything. He told her that she had it wrong. The first step wasn’t the most important. The last step wasn’t the
most important. It was the next step that was the most important. After hunting for several hours, we finally saw
a large seal sunning itself on a flat rock. I took one of the wooden clubs while Larry took the longer one. We slowly
snuck up behind the seal until we were close enough to club it over its head. The seal slumped over and died. This
seal would help us survive. We could eat the meat and fat. The fat could be burned in a shell for light and the fur
could be used to make a blanket. We declared our first day of hunting a great success. Her hair was a tangled mess
which she tried to make presentable by putting in a lump on the top of her head. It didn’t really work although it
was a valiant attempt. While most people simply noticed the tangled mess on top of her head, what most people
failed to understand that within the tangles mess was an entirely new year. That was her secret. She kept worlds
on top of her head. Peter always saw the world in black and white. There were two choices for every situation and
you had to choose one of them. It was therefore terribly uncomfortable for him to spend time with Ashley. She saw
the world in shades of gray with hundreds of choices to choose from in every situation. Bryan had made peace with
himself and felt comfortable with the choices he made. This had made all the difference in the world. Being alone
no longer bothered him and this was essential since there was a good chance he might spend the rest of his life alone
in a cell. It was a good idea. At least, they all thought it was a good idea at the time. Hindsight would reveal that
in reality, it was an unbelievably terrible idea, but it would take another week for them to understand that. Right
now, at this very moment. they all agreed that it was the perfect course of action for the current situation. It was a
concerning development that he couldn’t get out of his mind. He’d had many friends throughout his early years and
had fond memories of playing with them, but he couldn’t understand how it had all stopped. There was some point
as he grew up that he played with each of his friends for the very last time, and he had no idea that it would be the
last. “Ingredients for life,” said the backside of the truck. They mean food, but really food is only 1 ingredient of life.
Life has so many more ingredients such as pain, happiness, laughter, joy, tears, and smiles. Life also has hard work,
easy play, sleepless nights, and sunbathing by the ocean. Love, hatred, envy, self-assurance, and fear could be just
down aisle 3 ready to be bought when needed. How I wish I could pull ingredients like these off shelves in a store.
He was an expert but not in a discipline that anyone could fully appreciate. He knew how to hold the cone just right
so that the soft server ice-cream fell into it at the precise angle to form a perfect cone each and every time. It had
taken years to perfect and he could now do it without even putting any thought behind it. Nobody seemed to fully
understand the beauty of this accomplishment except for the new worker who watched in amazement. Her hand was

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balled into a fist with her keys protruding out from between her fingers. This was the weapon her father had shown
her how to make when she walked alone to her car after work. She wished that she had something a little more potent
than keys between her fingers. It would have been nice to have some mace or pepper spray. He had been meaning to
buy some but had never gotten around to it. As the mother bear took another step forward with her cubs in tow, she
knew her fist with keys wasn’t going to be an adequate defense for this situation. His mother had always taught him
not to ever think of himself as better than others. He’d tried to live by this motto. He never looked down on those
who were less fortunate or who had less money than him. But the stupidity of the group of people he was talking to
made him change his mind. The towels had been hanging from the rod for years. They were stained and worn, and
quite frankly, just plain ugly. Debra didn’t want to touch them but she really didn’t have a choice. It was important
for her to see what was living within them. There was a leak in the boat. Nobody had yet noticed it, and nobody
would for the next couple of hours. This was a problem since the boat was heading out to sea and while the leak was
quite small at the moment, it would be much larger when it was ultimately discovered. John had planned it exactly
this way. Sitting in the sun, away from everyone who had done him harm in the past, he quietly listened to those
who roamed by. He felt at peace in the moment, hoping it would last, but knowing the reprieve would soon come to
an end. He closed his eyes, the sun beating down on face and he smiled. He smiled for the first time in as long as
he could remember. It went through such rapid contortions that the little bear was forced to change his hold on it
so many times he became confused in the darkness, and could not, for the life of him, tell whether he held the sheep
right side up, or upside down. But that point was decided for him a moment later by the animal itself, who, with a
sudden twist, jabbed its horns so hard into his lowest ribs that he gave a grunt of anger and disgust.