Tol-Timpinen

There's a tempest in yon horned moon,
And lightning in yon cloud,
And hard the music, mariners,
The wind is piping loud;
The wind is piping loud, my boys!
The lightning flashes free,
While the hollow oak our palace is,
Our heritage the sea.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Mr. Calculus 2005 Free Response answers

Mr. Calculus 2005 Free Response answers