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1.I want help in maths quiz on 22nd November 2021. Timings: 8:30AM according to Indian Time. Duration of the quiz ...

of the quiz is 15 minutes. Topics for the quiz are: Probability Revision, Dynamic Programming, Markov Process, Markov Chain Properties, Hidden Markov Model, Undirected Graphical Method. I am trying to send all the study materials, but file size is large and it isn't allowing me to send. Please message me for further details regarding study materials so that I will share them with you and you can have a look.
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2.Hi, Is the article below non-fiction or creative non-fiction? What makes it either of these titles? Rose By: Tomson Highway Should ...

Rose By: Tomson Highway Should Only Native Actors Have the Right to Play Native Roles? Deep in my Cree heart of hearts, I had two-millennium projects on the go, though this only in hindsight. One was for the year 2000, the other for 2001, and thus just to make sure I had the right year for actually beginning this brand new, and incredibly exciting, millenium. Those two projects? For the year 2000, an English language production, in Toronto, of the third play in what I call my “Rez Septology,” a play called Rose. And for the year 2001, the Japanese-language premiere, in Tokyo, of the second play in the septology, a play called Dry Lips Oughta Move to Kapuskasing. And this is how the two projects affected me and my life: When it dawned on me, one cloudy day, that my career as a playwright had been destroyed by political correctness, I just about died. I wanted to throw myself under a subway train and just call it a day. I was horrified! After all that work? After all those years of struggle and of hope and of prayer and of pain and of tears and of more struggle, against odds that were impossible to begin with? But how can it be? How can the voice of a playwright be silenced? By a method so brutally effective as political correctness? In a country supposedly as civilized as Canada? Questions like this, and others like them, resounded through my brain over and over and over again. As they do to this day. Permit me, therefore, to start off with the “backdrop” before I go into “the projects,” please: First of all, I don’t happen to have the good fortune of coming from a city such as Montreal or Vancouver or Toronto or Ottawa or New York or any other major city where educational (and employment) opportunities, right from age one, are virtually unlimited (believe me, you can be a movie star by age one in such cities!). And I don’t come from a city where English (or French) is the language of the day. I come, instead, from one of the tiniest, most remote, most inaccessible, most underprivileged and most troubled Indian reserves in the country, Brochet, Manitoba, population 700, one thousand five hundred kilometers directly north of Winnipeg (further than Churchill but on the opposite side of the province). I come from a place where the language spoken is Cree. AND Dene, incidentally; because we are located so far north, we spill over into the land of such sub-arctic peoples as the Dene (linguistically speaking) to the Navajo and other southwest Native nations. In fact, to fly from Toronto (my home until recently) to Brochet costs more than a ticket to Sydney, Australia or to Rio de Janeiro. To fly home to visit my family (which I do regular as clockwork), I could fly from Toronto to London, England and back - three times each way- for the same amount of money, easy. No jumping in a taxi or a car or on a bus or a train or a “seat sale” seat on a plane from Toronto to Vancouver for the likes of us, not to go have lunch with Mom, not to go to a funeral. Plane ticket prices for Canada’s northerners? Brutal. Brutal, brutal, brutal. And that’s just the distance barrier, never mind the linguistic. For Cree is as different from English as English is from Cantonese; not one shred of resemblance exists. In fact, the two languages are often completely at odds with each other. In one language, for instance, God is male, in the other, female. And that’s just the start… So along comes this little Indian boy from one such remote northern Native community and into the big, big city of Toronto and he dares to dream of a career in the theatre, or, at the very least, in the world of Canadian letters. Fat chance, baby! Forget it. He doesn’t listen. He goes ahead anyway. “No matter how they laugh, let them laugh. I can do it,” he says to himself. And he puts his shoulder to the grindstone, as they say in movies. People always say The Rez Sisters was my first play. That’s not true. It’s not true at all. It may have been my first play to be successful with the general public. But there were five plays that came before that, every one of them self-produced, with money from my very own pocket. And some of these plays were awful, some of them were good, at least two of them were very, very good. But only with The Rez Sisters did my work suddenly, finally get noticed by, as I say, a wider public. By which time, I was almost forty. And what I had to go through to get those first five plays self-produced, you don’t even wanna know! How do you make money standing with your back against the wall in some big city, downtown back alley? Late, late at night? Guess. When it came to that “first” play, however - and I speak here about The Rez Sisters, which, in fact, was my sixth - it was the fall of 1986. In those days, of course, you could count the number of professional Native actors in this country on the fingers on one hand alone. In my wildest dreams - keeping in mind that my work was totally unknown then - I dared to write this play for “them,” meaning for those four or five professional Native actors then in existence. The reason? I adored them. I just absolutely adored these people AND their work. They were my heroes. They kept my dreams alive. So it came to the casting of the show. Finally, my play was going to get done! I was so excited I could hardly sleep at night. So then I approached them, these Native actors, for you see, as always, I was the producer, again, or at least in this case, one of the two co-producers, god bless the other co-producer, may he rest in peace. These Native actors, however, all said “no.” They were all too busy working on other projects, many of them on Native subject matter written by - horrors! - white people! I pleaded with them and pleaded with them and pleaded with them but, still, they said “no.” God bless them and their courageous careers but they made me cry. They made me want to give up and die. So what choice did I have? Either I forget the play and kill myself. OR I go right ahead and hire - horrors! - white actors! Which is what I did, exactly. And these white actors, they were SO generous, they were so kind, so supportive, so confidence generating that, with their help as with that of those Native actors who did say “yes,” god bless them - I simply bloomed. The play opened. The play was successful. And it has never really stopped playing ever since, somewhere in the world, giving continued employment to many, many, many actors both Native and non-Native. As it will do probably forever - your grandchildren will be playing in The Rez Sisters! - something that would NEVER have happened if not for the help of extremely generous people who happened NOT to be Native, actors who happened to be white! Several years later, I experienced a similar situation. This time, it was with a play called Rose. Again I wrote it for Native actors - of which, by this time (1991), there were many more - actors whom I absolutely adored, whose work I absolutely adored. And again, for some strange reason, they said “no.” They were NOT interested. I couldn’t get them interested. If their objective was to make me cry, then they were certainly utterly successful. So then I waited ten years. Ten years! And by this time, I’m almost fifty years old, okay? Until some incredibly generous non-Native person comes along and offers to produce it, albeit, in a university setting, that is, a non-professional (i.e., non-paying) setting. I was thrilled. I was so thrilled I could have danced myself to shreds! So then they went to work on it, this group of “white kids,” none of whom was older than twenty-five. And they worked. And they worked and they worked and they worked and they worked. Never seen such a group of people work so hard. And with so much faith and so much conviction and so much love. It was a blessing from heaven to be sitting there beside them, to be in the same room as them. They glowed, they glowed like lightbulbs. You’ve never seen people so happy, so high. And by the time the show opened, you couldn’t get a ticket; it had been sold out way before opening; hundreds of people were turned away. On virtually no advertising; it all happened by word of mouth. And, to me -as to most people who saw it - the production was FANTASTIC! It was rich, it was beautiful, it was spectacular, it was moving, it was...miraculous! Not perfect, perhaps, but pretty gall-darned good. But these were the things about this experience that most struck me, that most stayed with me: Not one of these actors got paid; they were students; in fact, because they were students of the drama programme at the University of Toronto, they were paying for the experience through their tuition fees which, if I understand correctly, can be as much as $8,000 a year at that particular institution. Pardon me - ONE of those actors DID get paid, a little girl we needed who, of course (being little), came from outside the drama programme. And she, by the way - and god bless her - was the only performer in that production who was Native. But how many Native actors do YOU know who would be willing to pay $8,000 to be in a show? Any show? That question stunned me. All the other performers? Well, we had French-Canadians and Anglo-Canadians and Dutch-Canadians and Polish-Canadians and Ukrainian-Canadians and Jewish-Canadians and Peruvian-Canadians and Lebanese-Canadians and Portuguese-Canadians and god only knows what else! And none of them have even met a Native person, up until then. They pretty well all came from the city of Toronto, or somewhere very close by (such as Barrie, or Sudbury) so they had never, ever been privy to any even remotely “Native experience” in their lives. Now, for the first time, in their third year of university, at ages 21-25, here they were getting this heavy-duty immersion course in “Native Studies,” meaning Native culture, Native history, Native spirituality, Native language - they were learning to speak Cree for god’s sake, something you can’t get Cree kids to do these days! - Native art, Native music, and just generally, Native life in this country, today. And you know what? They all fell in love with it. Now, as the direct result of such an experience, what they have for Native culture and people and languages is endless respect, even awe. And love. And what’s more, they will pass on that knowledge and that love and respect - and wisdom - on to their children and their grandchildren and their great grandchildren, etc., etc., etc…. The experience changed their lives. And both communities - Native AND non-Native - will benefit from it, both in the long term AND permanently. The experience certainly changed MY life. It shocked me. The shock? That generosity and kindness and love know no racial boundaries. And that, contrariwise, UN generosity and lack of kindness and just plain cruelty ALSO know no racial boundaries. Coming out of Rose, I ended up with the immense gift of, minimum, 30 gorgeous, fantastically kind new friends, people whose friendship and generosity - and laughter - I will cherish right up until the day I die. And the icing on the cake? A show was born that otherwise would never have been born, that otherwise would have died forever. A show was born that will give useful, meaningful, enriching employment - and enjoyment - to many, many people for many, many years. Like, I say, the whole thing was a shock. And it took ten years! One more story before I close off on my point, the story, that is of my second “millennium project,” so-called. As it turns out, I’m writing this from Japan, specifically Tokyo, where the Japanese-language production of another play of mine, Dry Lips Oughta Move to Kapuskasing, just opened. It was awesome. And, again, it wasn’t so much the production - which was absolutely stunning! Imagine, if you will, the Seven Samurai doing Dry Lips.. - that move me so much as the generosity of the cast and crew, Japanese every one of them. That generosity, that kindness, that largeness of heart, just astonished me. It made me cry. To be the beneficiary of kindness on that scale is a gift one could easily die for. As a result of just that one project, I now have a hundred friends, easy, in Japan. For the rest of my life! I LOVE Tokyo! And again, none of these people had ever met a Native person - well, two had, but…- much less knew anything about Native culture first hand. By the end of the six-week rehearsal process, however, some of them were speaking Cree AND some Ojibway. And let me tell you, to hear your own Native tongue being spoken with a Japanese accent is a bittersweet experience indeed. (I mean, come on, folks! To be unilingual in a language that’s not even your own? If the Japanese can learn Cree, YOU can learn Ojibway!) And, again, these people will pass their respect for Native people and culture on to their children, their grandchildren, their great great grandchildren etc., etc., etc…. The experience changed their lives. It changed mine. The one question I kept being asked over and over? How does it feel to have Japanese actors playing Native parts? (In the aforementioned Canadian production of The Rez Sisters, it was more like, “how dare these two white women STEAL Native parts from Native actors!” Well, good grief! The show would never have been born without them in the first place!) Anyway, my answer to the question in Japan was this: 1) These Japanese actors, they’re human beings, for god’s sake. What they are, first, foremost and last, is real-life, flesh-and-blood human beings with feelings, human beings who happen to be incredibly talented. And incredibly generous. If they hadn’t agreed to do it, it would never, EVER have happened. 2)To me, saying that only Native actors have the right to play Native roles - on stage, anyway, as opposed to film, which another thing entirely and not at all what I’m talking about here - well, that’s like saying only Italian actors have the right to play in Romeo and Juliet, or only Danish actors have the right to play in Hamlet, or only Spanish actors have the right to play in Blood Wedding. It would be like saying to someone like Canadian film-maker Atom Egoyan, “you have the right to work with Armenian actors only,” which, of course, would automatically bring his career to a standstill; it would destroy it, it would kill it, right there on the spot. Or as I asked, one sunny day, a respected, much admired Jewish theatre artist, “how would you like to work with no but Jews for the rest of your life?” You could almost see his hair stand on end; the very thought horrified him. My argument with someone else at that same summer gathering? “Theatre is about illusion, the better the magic, the more profound the experience.” Besides, working in a situation of cultural, ethnic and linguistic diversity can be the most empowering, most liberating, most exhilarating experience in anyone’s life. Working in a pressure cooker environment by comparison? Working in the context of a “ghetto” of any kind whatsoever, be that “ghetto” Native or black or French or English or Jewish or female or male or gay or…? Remember the expression, “familiarity breeds contempt”? Well, only too frequently, such a working environment can only mean THAT kind of disaster. Or one of plain, out-and-out hatred. And hatred, as who doesn’t know, kills and kills completely. It kills relationships, it kills communities, it kills love. Look at what the Argentinians did TO EACH OTHER during the so-called “dirty war” of the 1970s. Look at what the Spanish did TO EACH OTHER during the Spanish Civil War. Look at what the Chileans have done TO EACH OTHER. Look at the Irish in Northern Ireland. Look at the Balkans, at Cambodia in the ‘80s, at Haiti, at Rwanda, etc., etc., etc…. Does anybody out there actually want to live like that? Internally directed hatred, internally directed violence - which, in essence, is what civil war is - well, there is nothing more destructive, we all know that. Diversity! What we all need is diversity! What we all need, desperately, is room to breathe! That’s what makes Canada work as a society; precisely its diversity. If we - all of us - were Cree, I would have had my head macheted off a long, long time ago! All by way of saying the following: “Only Native actors have the right to play Native roles?” Music to Native actor’s ears, perhaps, yes, god bless them. But death to a Native playwright’s career. Because chances are that the show will NEVER, ever get done. No producer in the country has balls that size, balls big enough, that is to say, of going against the political grain. Not today. Not tomorrow. Stop it, you people! It’s killing us! Myself, I had to move out of the country, finally. I could no longer live there, not really. I kind of live, well...all over the world now. I do where I can find work. Because I certainly am NOT finding it in my own country. I go where I can find the kindness, I go where I can find the generosity, I go where I can find the friendship and support. The working situation in Canada, for someone like me? Well, it has simply become unworkable. I find it stultifying, asphyxiating. I CAN’T work under such artificial constraints. No one can. Sooner or later, it will drive you crazy. Not to mention kill your imagination. AND your career. All as you watch, with envious eyes, the careers of your non-Native playwright colleagues (whom you love) bloom like a garden everywhere around you… It seems to me that what we have here are two distinct choices: a) either we cast a show politically correctly (meaning only Native actors play Native parts) and the show never, ever gets produced (trust me; I waited ten years for Rose to happen, more for others which will NEVER get done), or b) cast it any way you want, in whatever way you can afford it budget-wise (plane tickets are a waste of money, trust me), let the show be born, let the show become successful, and THEN it will live on forever to employ many, many, many more actors, Native and otherwise, for many, many, many more years. And the upshot of the latter arrangement? Having Native and non-Native actors working side by side like that? There is no better healing agent for bringing two only-too-frequently disparate, disharmonious communities together. And, in the process, making our country an even better, richer, healthier country than it is already. The life of an artist is so incredibly challenging, after all, a Native artist’s most especially, in Canada today, or anywhere in the world. Everywhere you turn, insurmountable obstacles meet you square in the face. Everywhere you turn, events, or people, conspire to bring you down, to destroy you. What those artists need, and need most desperately, is as much breathing space as you can give them, the freedom to create, the freedom to employ, the freedom to fly with their souls and imaginations. Don’t hold them down. Don’t shoot them down. You will kill them. Or drive them away. They need all the help they can possibly acquire. They’ve already almost killed themselves just to get to where they are today. Someone said to me one day: “Artists are here to break down barriers, not to create them.” So, myself, I’ve moved away. I’ve left my own country, to continue helping to break down barriers in whatever way I still can, at my age, in the only way I know how, and to have a good time doing it. The thing is, I can do that. I can take it. I’ve had, as they say in the business, my “fifteen minutes of fame.” Enough already. I’ve been very, very lucky (not to mention being the beneficiary of extraordinary teachers, absolutely extraordinary parents and many dear, dear friends). And I’ve moved on, to other things. I have had, after all, no choice. The sad thing is this: what about the next generation of Native playwrights? Will they, too, one day find themselves standing on that subway platform - late, late at night, stoned, drunk out of their skulls, not a penny in their pockets, no future in sight - and those long, silvery tracks down below gleaming up at them in a manner most, most enticing?
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3.In the United States only 6.2% of physical therapists are Hispanic. In fact, the percentage of Hispanics working in any ...

nics working in any other health profession is similar. These figures can be discouraging to aspiring health care professionals that are Hispanic. The number of Hispanic health care professionals will inevitably continue to increase over the years and I want to be a representation for my community. I want the young aspiring Hispanic health care professionals in my community to know that someone just like them is capable of anything. I always knew I wanted to work in the health care industry ever since I was a kid. I always idolized doctors, dentists, nurses, etc. It has always been a dream of mine to end up working in a job where I can help people. It was not until my senior year of high school that I knew for sure I wanted to be a physical therapist. As I started thinking about what career path in the health care industry aligned the most to my hobbies; I concluded that physical therapy was the career I wanted to pursue. The reasons were simple, my favorite activity is going the gym, I like staying active, and I enjoy learning about the human body. During my first experience in a physical therapy setting, I was amazed that light resistance exercise can help someone recover from an injury or relieve chronic pain. Many of the patients I saw during my time were patients that recently got a knee replacement. The program the physical therapists created involved strengthening the leg muscles and supporting muscles of the lower body. It illustrates that exercise can be a form of medicine. I observed many patients during my observation hours, but one patient will always be in my memory. The patient was an older lady who broke down in tears of joy and said, "Today I woke up so happy because I had no pain." The way she said it warmed up my heart so much, I had an insane feeling of joy I never really experienced. That moment will always be something I think of when I need motivation to keep going. I want to relive that experience from the physical therapist's point of view one day.
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5.Greetings. I need help asap when it comes to a computer science project that I have to get done soon. ...

. I'm really close to completing it and I'm really stuck on this one situation and I don't know how to solve it. So right now I'm making a guessing game and every time you play the program tells the user how many guesses it took for them to get the answer. And what I need to do is to make sure that I get and isolate the lowest amount of guess and put it into the statistics function so that way it can print out the lowest amount of guesses that I got. Right now it isn't working and I really don't know why as it seems to be mostly adding up all the guesses until the last few. Here's my code: #include #include #include #include void haiku(){ printf("Welcome to the game.\n"); printf("Guess a number within range.\n"); printf("Win cool prizes here.\n\n"); } int compare(int guessiso){ int lowestvalue=0; int biggervalue=0; if(guessisooperand){ printf("It's lower.\n"); count++; isolatedcount++; } else if(user0){ lowguess=compare(x); x=one_game(count); count=x; printf("Do you want to play again?\n"); scanf("%d",&usertwo); userthree=usertwo; gamecount++; } statistics(gamecount,x,lowguess); }
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6.hI I need help with a FINITE MATH question. In a survey of high school graduates, it was found that ...

if a graduate went on to college full time, there was a 23% chance that they would work at the same time. If a graduate attended college part time, there was a 79% chance that they would work at the same time. If a high school graduate didn't go on to college, there was a 93% chance that they would work. At the time of the survey, 66% of high school graduates attended college full time and 20% of high school graduates attended college part time. If a randomly selected high school graduate worked, what is the probability that they attended college full time? Enter your answer in decimal form and round to four decimal places if necessary. You may want to look at pages 42 through 45 in the notes (videos 30 through 32). If a randomly selected high school graduate worked, probability that they attended college full time =
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7.Macroeconomic powerpoint presentation on Inflation vs deflation. Below is the Assignment description: This course has a Final Project which is ...

: This course has a Final Project which is in the form of a PowerPoint presentation (you may also use Google Slides). You can choose a topic from this semester or something you come up with yourself, but your presentation must be about economics and be original (i.e. not just material verbatim that you have pulled from your text/readings or off the internet). Of course, you can still insert charts, graphs, videos, graphics and excerpts from outside sources (as long as you cite those sources!) I want to see your commentary and analysis, in your own words. IMPORTANT: Copying the work of others and representing it as your own (ex. copy and paste off of the internet or your text, OR using someone else's work and just changing a few words) is Plagiarism, a serious academic offense. I have enabled the Turnitin plagiarism checker for this assignment, to help you identify potential areas of plagiarism. Papers that are substantially plagiarized will NOT be accepted for grading. Although the format is a Power Point, I want to emphasize that this is NOT like your typical Power Point, which is basically an outline for a live presentation. Your project must be substantially loaded with content. The first slide should be your Introduction slide, the next 10-15 slides should be informational slides, the second to last slide should be your conclusion (which summarizes your presentation) and the last slide should be the reference slide. Make sure you review the rubric below BEFORE you start your project, so that you are clear on how your project will be graded. NOTE: The due date is Wednesday, 12/16. A 20% late penalty will be assessed every day for assignments submitted past this date. PLEASE contact me if you have any questions about the requirements of this project, plagiarism, citations...or any other concerns! Rubric: Final Project Presentation Criteria Ratings Pts Introduction 5.0 pts Excellent/Good 3.0 pts Satisfactory/Needs Improvement 1.0 pts Unsatisfactory 5.0 Content 35.0 pts Excellent/Good 25.0 pts Satisfactory/Needs Improvement 15.0 pts Unsatisfactory 35.0 Conclusion 5.0 pts Excellent/Good 3.0 pts Satisfactory/Needs Improvement 1.0 pts Unsatisfactory 5.0 Organization 15.0 pts Excellent/Good 10.0 pts Satisfactory/Needs Improvement 4.0 pts Unsatisfactory 15.0 References and Citations 10.0 pts Excellent/Good 7.0 pts Satisfactory/Needs Improvement 3.0 pts Unsatisfactory 10.0 Total points: 70.0
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8.MUST access/view this website link to help me solve this one big lab question: ...

https://opengeology.org/historicalgeology/virtual-field-experiences-vfes/vfe-glaciers/#Continental_glaciation_in_LiDAR And go/view liDAR image map of Scandinavia below the heading “Continental glaciation in liDAR” to view the image portion of the Scandanivia map on that site. I need help for this one final question regarding this liDAR image of Scandinavia for this lab assignment I’m doing to “Identify one of each of the following geomorphic 5 features below each associated with continental glaciation (TAKE a screenshot on your PC of an example of each from this liDAR map image of Scandinavia, and send those 5 images, labeling key features of the image, and put all 5 screenshot images of these below features with their labeled annotated key features in a Word Doc or PDF to SEND to me). From accessing this website link and using the liDAR map image of Scandinavia take take these 5 key feature screenshots, HERE are there 5 required features BELOW required to screenshot with key features labeled/annotated to take one of each on your PC( press “Fn” + “PrtScr” to screenshot images on your Windows PC(don’t know how on Mac PC) or use/downloa snippet program to take computer screenshots of these 5 features): glacial striations terminal moraine outwash delta esker kettles SEE attached photo file for same directions for this question as typed here, but for more better simpler clarity to read the same directions as typed here on this attached file. ALSO THIS Assignment is really due by 11:59 pm tonight 11/7, but I want it done at least by 7 or 8 pm today 11/7. Thanks, please try to help me ASAP, I’m struggling.
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1.AU MAT 120 Systems of Linear Equations and Inequalities Discussion

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