Atoms
The smallest unit of matter.
What is an atom?
Process that combines smaller atoms into larger ones.
What is nuclear fusion?
Gravity is a _______ force.
What is noncontact?
Elements that make up (majority) of stars.
What are hydrogen and helium?
Theory that the universe began in a hot, dense state and has been expanding ever sense.
What is the Big Bang?
does not try to explain what came before or where the matter and energy came from!
What are protons, neutrons, and electrons?
Force responsible for fusion.
What is gravity?
2 factors that affect gravity.
What is mass and distance.
Organization of the scale of the universe (from biggest to smallest).
What is universe>galaxies>solar systems>stars>planets>moons?
What is matter and energy?
Subatomic particle that determines the identity of an element.
What is a proton?
Additional product on nuclear fusion (besides atoms).
What is energy (light and heat)?
Change in the gravitation force on between 2 objects when the distance decreases.
What is increase?
Determines classification of stars.
What is temperature and brightness(luminosity)?
(axes of HR diagram)
The first elements fused together after the cooling period after the big bang.
What are hydrogen and helium?
Hisan has a crush on one of the following people; ________.
Ben.
Reason stars can undergo nuclear fusion but gas giants cannot.
What is increased gravitational force and pressure?
_____ is a measure of the amount of matter in an object, while _____ is a measure of the force of gravity acting on an object.
What is mass and weight?
Classification of our star (the sun).
What is main sequence?
Change to absorption spectra of distant galaxies, indication that they are moving away from us.
What is red shift?
Difference in number of protons and electrons in an atom with a neutral charge.
What is 0?
Largest elements stars can form before running out of energy.
What is Iron?
Matter pulled together by gravity of the stars to form the solar system.
What is dust and gas?
Trevor likes to read the following; __________.
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.
“Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgements, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought—frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.
And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction—Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament”—it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No—Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.
My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations. The Carraways are something of a clan, and we have a tradition that we’re descended from the Dukes of Buccleuch, but the actual founder of my line was my grandfather’s brother, who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War, and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on today.
I never saw this great-uncle, but I’m supposed to look like him—with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in father’s office. I graduated from New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father, and a little later I participated in that delayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War.
Energy that is left over from the big bang that has cooled/ gotten weaker (stretching out the wavelength).