Science, Student Life

A Day in the Life of a Rattlesnake

by Lydia I. Martinov

Hey! Don’t be ssscared. I’m a nice sssnake. Welcome to northern Mexico. My name is Russ the Rattlesnake, or more formally, Russell the Western Diamondback Rattlesnake.

I live inside of a bunny burrow I found. I’m not sure if the bunny still lives here, but I find it cozy. I like it when it’s cold, so I’ll usually come out at night. Right now, it’s pretty late, so I am going to go outside. I’m very picky about the temperature, and us rattlesnakes prefer a warmer climate, but we come out at night when it is slightly cooler. We like it when it is 70 to 90 degrees outside. In other words, we like it when it’s hot, but not too hot. Sometimes, during cooler days, I’ll come out when it’s light.

Photo courtesy of National Geographic

There are many types of rattlesnakes, and that is why my name is so long. If you like science (and understand what this means), my scientific name is “Crotalus Adamanteus”. As a snake, I am classified as a reptile. I am a carnivore, meaning that I only eat meat. Some of our favorite meals include rodents, rabbits, squirrels, birds, lizards, and frogs. WAIT! I see a rat! Yummy! Shh! I need to sneak up on it slowly. Oops, it noticed me. I’ll catch another one later. After all, us rattlesnakes can live for about 2 weeks to 3 without food. Impressive, right? So far, it has been 1 week and 5 days. I believe it is time to treat myself to a tasty snack, even though that rat got away. Give me 2 shakes of a snake’s tail… Get it?

Luckily, I found another delicious rat. Don’t worry, there are some humans in a house nearby who have a rat problem, and I just fixed it. By the way, I am proud to say that I am shedding. That means that a layer of my skin will fall off. As I grow over time, my skin gets too small. It’s just like you humans getting too big for your clothes. When you grow, your clothes stay the same size, so you have to get new ones. I grow new skin underneath my old skin. Us rattlesnakes shed 1 to 4 times a year. Shedding also helps us get rid of any bacteria on our skin. One of the coolest parts about shedding is that each time it happens, we get a new rattle! Right now, I have 4 rattles, and when I finish shedding, I will have 5. The process of shedding takes a few days to a couple weeks. It has been a week and a half, so I think I am prepared to finish the process. I prefer shedding in private, so…um…Can you come back later? Just give me a few minutes to do my business.

OK! I’m done. Check out my shiny new skin! I really like it. I also got my fifth rattle. Also, I wouldn’t touch my old skin, because, as I said before, it has bacteria on it. 

Photo courtesy of Scholastic

As an Eastern Diamondback Rattlesnake, I have a lifespan of 15 to 20 years. Right now, I am 10 years old. You can tell by the amount of rattles we have. We get 2 or 3 new rattles every year, and, as you know, I have 5. I currently am about 5 and a half feet long, which is considered average for a rattlesnake.

Since I am a rattlesnake, I prefer to be alone, so I don’t know very much about baby rattlesnakes. If you need a babysitter, I do not recommend myself. I can tell you some of the things I do know. First of all, the momma rattlesnake does not lay eggs. Instead, she gives birth to 8 to 15 babies at a time. Each one is about 10 inches long. The mother stays with her newborns until they shed. That can take up to 2 weeks.

Photo courtesy of Sciencing

It’s getting pretty hot, so I think it’s time for me to return to my bunny burrow. Thank you so much for hanging out with me! I had a lot of fun. I’m generally not a big fan of humans, but you are pretty cool! See you!

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Science

Fun Facts: What is Mitosis?

by Aleena Haimor

Mi·to·sis

/mīˈtōsəs/

Noun

Definition: 

A type of cell division that results in two daughter cells each having the same number and kind of chromosomes as the parent nucleus, typical of ordinary tissue growth.

The first step actually starts BEFORE mitosis. It is called interphase (G2) The G2 is the second part of growth in some cells. After G1 and the S (Synthesis) phases, the cell will enter G2, and then mitosis. During interphase, the DNA and centrosomes are duplicated.

The first ACTUAL step of mitosis is the prophase. During the prophase, the chromosomes start to condense, or get smaller. Miotic needles, which will help the cell divide later, start to form in this phase. By now, one chromosome has identical twin DNAs (sister chromatids).

After prophase comes the prometaphase.  The nuclear envelope or encasing fragments and explodes. Microtubules attach themselves to the chromosomes that are now free from the nucleus. 

The next part is the metaphase. There is an invisible line, called the metaphase plate, that is kind of like the equator of a cell. All of the chromosomes line up along the metaphase plate. This forms a straight line of chromosomes. The metaphase plate is one of the straightest things in nature.

Second to last is the anaphase. The sister chromatids are separated. Each sister chromatid is going to end up becoming it’s own cell in the next step, telophase and cytokinesis. 

Lastly, telophase and cytokinesis. Each of the separated sister chromatids will make up their own nuclei. The cell itself divides, creating two cells. Cleavage furrow forms in animal cells, and new cell walls form in plant cells. The microtubules divide equally between both cells, and the DNA unwraps, becoming no longer visible under a microscope.

News, Science

Current Sustainability Problems in the Bay Area

by Ava Salado

To shed some light on what pollutants exist in the San Francisco Bay area we have to take into consideration both the air and the water. Pollution such as home chemicals, gasoline, pesticides, fertilizers, rubbish, and legacy harmful pollutants are washed into the Bay untreated or unfiltered when it rains. Rainwater is directed into gutters and storm drains by paved concrete and asphalt surfaces found on buildings, parking lots, roads, roadways, and rooftops. This storm water is then discharged into creeks and sloughs that run into the Bay itself, carrying all the pollutants it gathers along the route. Rainfall in the Bay Area causes rainwater to overflow into the bay, carrying three primary forms of pollution: runoff from cities, sewage spills, and industrial discharges. More than 1,600 industrial sites are covered with water that conveys harmful chemicals into storm drains that go into the Bay and waterways. 

Photo courtesy of The Mercury News

Trash, construction debris, automobile fluids, industrial waste, petroleum residue, coal dust, soot, fertilizer, pesticides, and other materials that accumulate in cities and industrial facilities all combine to form stormwater runoff, a toxic mixture that flows into the Bay every time it rains, typically with little to no treatment.

On the other hand, a portion of the air pollution in the Bay Area is caused by industrial sources including power plants and refineries. However, a larger portion of dangerous air pollution originates from motor vehicles such as automobiles, trucks, and construction equipment.

Photo by Todo Fondos

In addition, smoke from neighboring wildfires has a significant influence on the Bay Area’s air quality during the fire season. It frequently results in dangerously high particle pollution levels and air quality advisories, such as Spare the Air alerts. The Bay Area air set a record in 2020 when it issued over 50 alerts, 46 of which had to do with wildfires.

San Francisco is ranked 101st out of all major cities by IQAirs Live. According to the American Lung Association’s annual “State of the Air” assessment, 11 of the 25 most polluted cities in America are located in California. Out of 200 cities nationwide, the Bay Area (San Jose, San Francisco, and Oakland region) was placed fourth for “Year Round Particle Pollution” and “Short-Term Particle Pollution.”) Based on a recent research by the American Lung Association, the Bay Area, Los Angeles, and Bakersfield are among the worst air-polluted urban regions in the country.

Photo by Ronan Furuta

Overall, since the Clean Air Act was amended in 1990, the Bay Area’s air pollution has decreased dramatically over the past 30 years, despite the region’s expanding population and industry. Regulations against industrial activity and associated pollution sources are going to get stricter. The foundation of sustainability is a straightforward idea: everything we require for life depends on the natural world, either directly or indirectly, for our survival and well-being. The goal of sustainability is to establish and preserve the circumstances that allow nature and people to coexist peacefully and productively for the benefit of both the present and the future generations. This long-term objective is supported by sustainable development, which puts structures and mechanisms in place and receives backing from international, national, and local organizations. To be sustainable means to meet the demands of the present without sacrificing those of future generations and to maintain a balance between social progress, environmental preservation, and economic expansion. The ability of a civilization to grow and prosper without exhausting all of the natural resources required for future generations to thrive is known as sustainability. Although the times we live in may look bleak, there are people striving for a brighter future. Could that person be you?

Photo by ParAllErg
News, Science

Contra Costa Water District: Behind the Scenes 

by Meru S.

Take a drink of water from your kitchen faucet. Have you ever wondered where that water is coming from? Clean water is essential for our everyday lives. We use it for drinking, showering, watering our gardens, cleaning our clothes, washing our dishes, and for many other daily tasks. 

Contra Costa Water District (CCWD) serves cities in central and eastern parts of Contra Costa County, particularly Concord, Port Costa, Clyde, Clayton, Brentwood, Pacheco, and certain parts of Martinez, Walnut Creek, and Pleasant Hill. CCWD draws water from areas in the Sacramento-San Joaquin Delta, which contain water originally from the snow melts of the Sierra mountain range.

The Ralph D. Bollman Water Treatment Plant of CCWD
Photo Courtesy of Gayathri N.

The Process

The process of treating the water takes many steps but is completed within one and a half hours. 

First, strong pumps draw just the top of the Delta water, which is the cleanest part, since most of the dirt sinks to the bottom. Liquid alum is then slowly poured in and mixed using ceiling fan-like machines that spin underwater at about six hundred miles per hour, gradually slowing down until they are almost still. 

Mixing the Alum
Photo Courtesy of Gayathri N.

Then, the sludge and floc (minuscule bits of dirt bound together into small clumps by the alum) are removed.

After the Dirt is Removed
Photo Courtesy of Gayathri N.

The water now looks clear and almost ready to drink, but there are still bacteria and germs that are invisible to the naked eye. These are killed by combining ozone with the water. Next, it goes through a layered filtration system that consists of granulated carbon at the top, coarse sand in the middle, and finally small rocks.

The Filtration System
Photo Courtesy of Gayathri N.
A Small Version of the Filtration System 
Photo Courtesy of Gayathri N.

Lastly, fluoride is added to prevent tooth decay, and ammonia to preserve it when it travels through pipes to thousands of homes.

The History

Contra Costa Water District was incorporated on May 9, 1936, and the construction of the Contra Costa Canal (a 48-mile-long canal which transports water to Clyde, Martinez, and Walnut Creek) started on October 19, 1937. The building of the Ralph D. Bollman Water Treatment Plant, CCWD’s first plant, began in 1966. It is named after one of CCWD’s first directors, and is located on Bates Ave, Concord. CCWD’s second plant was built in Oakley in 1992. Both of these water treatment facilities are still used today. During the winter months one facility is shut down for cleaning and repairs while the other takes over the treatment process for the county.

There are specific chemicals and gasses used in the process of water treatment. They are stored in tanks at CCWD’s water treatment plants. In the case of an emergency, responders refer to signs on the tanks for information on the chemical. You may have seen these signs on large trucks or tankers. Here is what they mean—

Photo Courtesy of Gayathri N.

On a scale of 0-4 (0 being extremely low and 4 being very high), the blue diamond is the health hazard, the red is the fire hazard, the yellow is the reactivity hazard, and the white is the type of chemical or gas. In this case, the chemical is liquid oxygen, the health and reactivity hazards are very high, and the flammability is very low.

Though the water treatment itself is done by machinery, numerous people work at these water treatment plants. A number of staff members are always on-site 24/7 to monitor the various processes such as water pH levels and to be prepared in the event of an emergency.

The next time you enjoy a warm shower or a glass of cool water, remember and appreciate its journey from the mountains, through rivers, canals, treatment machinery, pipes, and to your faucets! 

For further information, please visit Contra Costa Water District’s website—

https://www.ccwater.com/

Stories

Shadowed Light – Chapter 2

by Aleena Haimor and Layal Hilal

At the Mohammad al-Amin masjid, I hear the Imam leading the prayer, but my heart is elsewhere. In the spaces next to me, Huda, Iman and Mama are trying not to cry. Before Sara’s funeral, we are doing Salatul Janazah. 

My tears haven’t dried since Sara died, and they overflow through the course of Surah-Al-Fatiha. 

I saw her body on the way to their women’s room. Wrapped in the Mihrab Cloth, she was covered completely. Seeing that hit me with a reality check: my sister was actually gone.

I start to cry again. Sara was my older sister, the one l loved the most. She always comforted and helped me as we are—no, were—the closest of sisters. I can’t imagine my life without her by my side. 

Except… Now I have to do more than just imagine. I actually have to live without her. I sniffle, trying to keep my emotions in check. Afterwards, I slip outside, hopefully unnoticed. I sit down on a deserted bench and sob. 

“You okay?” I look up and see Asiya, my lifelong best friend, standing a little behind me. I try to speak but my throat is dry. I settle for shaking my head. Next to Sara, Asiya has been one of my biggest role models, even though she’s only a year older than me. Asiya is looking at me, fighting tears. 

With her sunny personality and big heart, Asiya is inspirational and comforting. Plus, she wears the most gorgeous hijabs. Today, she is wearing the very opposite of everyone else, a lavender hijab that has little stars on it, and a black abaya. Asiya nudges me slightly and sits down next to me. 

I try to speak, but my throat is dry. I settle for nodding. Asiya and her family came to pay their respects to Sara. Asiya told me that Sara is—was—an older sister to her as well.

Tears cloud my vision, and I finally muster the strength to talk.

“I-I just can’t b-believe that Sara is g-gone. F-Forever, Asiya.”

“Z, I miss her too.” My friend puts her arms around me and squeezes me tight. She is much taller than me, even though the age difference is small. I give in to the hug and relax a bit. 

I hear the Imam’s voice on the speakers.

“Now, let us make dua’a for Sara Salim, a wonderful woman who, by Allah’s will, has left us for Jannah.”

Asiya and I raise our hands to the sky in prayer. I close my eyes and wish for well-being and Jannah upon Sara. All of a sudden, I feel something. It is a rush of memories that were buried deep in my heart. Memories that I had forgotten to the test of time.

The way Sara used to chop up olives from our garden in the kitchen, and—for some reason—save the olive juice for me. 

The way she would tease me saying, “Zainaaaaaabb? Did you pray Fajr?”

I would say, “Walahi!”

Then she would swish her hair and say, “Oh my goodness, Zuzu, you’re lying! Go to Jahannam!” Then we’d burst into giggles together. 

Together.

My eyes fill with tears again, but I feel something else. It is a mix of feelings. 

Shock.

Anger

Frustration.

Sadness

And…forgiveness. 

Of all the times Sara and I fought, all the times she yelled at me. I forgive her. I almost laugh, because honestly? I’m REALLY late. Still, if she was still alive, she would accept my apology in a heartbeat. I finish my dua’a and hug my friend again. I smile faintly.

“I know that Sara is in Jannah. Allah wanted her back. He knew twenty five years was long enough to wait for Sara to go to paradise, so he called her back to him once again.” 

Asiya sighs. “It must be nice to have that kind of patience.”

My breathing turns sharp as I painstakingly remember how patient Sara always was with me. It was her who taught me all I know. And everyone says that I take after her patience.

I look at Asiya, taking it all in. She’s always been the sweetest person, and always stood up for me when those boys from the neighboring church used to annoy us. Her strength today is incredible. I hug her again. I need to hold on to that one piece of my old life

But inside, I feel lost. 

Everything is gone.

My old life is gone.

I try to smile, hoping Khadijah will be fooled. Of course, it doesn’t work.

“Listen,” she says. “I know everything about you, and it’s obvious that something else is bothering you…”

Before she can finish, I explode.

“Of course something is bothering me! My sister is dead! My house is in pieces! I lost my whole life!” I fume angrily. Asiya stutters, shocked and trying to explain.

“T-That’s not what I meant…”

Once again, I interrupt.

“You don’t get it, do you? Sara is dead! Of all people you don’t get it! You know what? If you’re just going to insult me, then I don’t care! Just…go!” 

With a sob, I run away. I know I shouldn’t have said all of those things, but I couldn’t help it. Even though I hate to make excuses, I’ve been patient my whole life.

Now, my patience has run out.

With another cry, I turn away and head to the funeral, searching for my family in the long lines. Finally, I find Iman and Huda standing with Mama and Bayi and I run to them, hugging them with all my heart.

I stand with Huda on my right side and Iman on my left, with my parents next to them. I look blankly into the distance, grasping my sisters’ hands. They do too.

Until…

They put Sara’s wrapped body in the ground and cover it with fresh soil. I lose control over my body. 

My emotions. 

My pain.

“SARA!” I scream with passion and fear in my voice.

My parents, crying softly, try to hold me back, but I struggle. The Imam prays over Sara’s grave and I lose it.

Bursting into tears, I break free of my parents’ arms and run. I dash out of the masjid, sobbing, and I run to our broken house. 

On the way, I pass the Beirut souk, Sara’s favorite market. I snort through my tears. Like, Wow, Sara. The souk? That girl really has—had—good taste. 

I smile softly and slip inside. 

  • Surah-Al-Fatiha: First chapter (surah) in the Muslim holy book, the Quran
  • Salatul Janazah: Prayer of death, performed right before a funeral
  • Mihrab cloth: a white cloth that all muslims are buried in after death
  • Masjid: Mosque; Muslim holy place of worship
  • Imam: Religious leader, kind of like a priest
  • Dua’a: A small prayer, not one of the five daily prayers; a plea or request for God to grant
  • Jannah: Heaven
  • Fajr: the first of the five daily Islamic prayers
  • Walahi: I swear to God
  • Jahannam: Hell, if you say Walahi and you’re lying, you supposedly go to Jahanam
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Emery Pugh – History Editor

Emery Pugh is currently in his last year of middle school. This is his second year of being a Lighthouse member. He was always an avid reader and writer, with most affinity towards fiction. Emery is also enthusiastic about science, engineering, and programming. His passion led him to found the Odyssey STEM Club in the summer of 2024. In his leisure time, he enjoys playing a variety of sports and creating his own board and card games.

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Layal Hilal – Staff Writer

Layal Hilal is 12 years old and is half Palestinian half Syrian. She has been homeschooled since kindergarten and she loved it and still does. She loves to read, sing, write her novels, play piano, and hike, and she’s hoping to pursue writing as a career. Layal also really wants to be an actor when she grows up. Actually, she’d prefer it if that could happen very soon! Reading is definitely her favorite subject, which you’d probably get right away if you stepped inside her bedroom. It has turned into something of a bookstore, only nobody is allowed to buy or borrow anything. Her favorite book series are the Sky Fall series, Keeper of the Lost Cities, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, The Baby Sitters Club, and Wings of Fire. She also desperately wants to read the Hunger Games. Layal is also working on three novels at once, two with her best friend and one by herself. (Titles to be revealed!) She started reading and writing when she was two years old though, so it’s not too much of a challenge. (That’s not true). She joined the Lighthouse out of her love for writing and wanting to be part of a community of writers. She has two adorable kittens, Dua’a (Layal’s kitten) and Zainab (Her sister’s kitten) that she got six months ago, and she loves them more than she ever thought she could! Except when they claw her when she squeezes them too tight. (Accidently! Accidently!) Layal plays the piano, sings every moment she can, and hates talking to people she doesn’t know on the phone (She gets tongue twisted). Her main passion since discovering how much she enjoyed writing has been writing for and about freedom in every oppressed country she knows about.

Quick Fun Fact: In 2022, Layal was given an assignment in school to write a short fantasy story, about two to three pages long. That assignment was never submitted. It is, in fact, one of her novels and it has reached nearly one hundred twenty pages! She really hopes the teacher will accept a novel for the assignment…she will, right?