Answer:
B. Position B
Explanation:
The values for dependent variable are plotted on the y-axis (vertical) on a scatter plot. Therefore, the label for the dependent variable would be written along the vertical axis for the scatter plot, at position B.
The label for independent variable would be written along the horizontal axis for the scatter plot, at position C.
The answer is "B. Position B"
 
        
             
        
        
        
Reverse faults are exactly the opposite of normal faults. If the hanging wall rises relative to the footwall you have a reverse fault. Reverse faults occur in areas undergoing compression. If you imagine undoing the motion of a reverse fault, you will undo the compression and thus lengthen the horizontal distance between two points on either side of the fault.
if you stood on the fault plane the block on the right would be under your feet. this is thus the footwall. The tan sandstone has been pushed up and over itself. This offset of the hanging wall indicates that this is a reverse fault.
        
             
        
        
        
If a woman with vaginal bleeding reports syncope, the EMT should assume that she "is in shock". 
<u>Option: B</u>
<u>Explanation:</u>
The most common form of syncope is the Vasovagal syncope. It is triggered by a dramatic drop in blood pressure, resulting in a decline in blood flow to the brain. When one stand up, gravity causes blood to settle down below one's diaphragm, in the bottom part of their body.
It is a component of a wider class of medical conditions which may lead in TLOC involving postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome (POTS), orthostatic hypotension and neurologically mediated syncope (NMS). The overlapping of such clinical symptoms causes confusion about the category of syncopes which may complicate assessment approaches and present difficulties for diagnosis and treatment, especially in young women.
 
        
             
        
        
        
Answer:
Eukaryotic cells are generally larger and more complex than prokaryotic cells. They also contain a variety of cellular bodies called organelles. The organelles function in the activities of the cell and are compartments for localizing metabolic function.
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I was sitting in my room, my eyes glued to the flashing screen, the palm of my hands slick with sweat as I struggled to hold onto the controller, the smooth surface slipping every second or so. I could barely hear anything, but the blaring of the sound effects that blasted through my room, shutting out any sound, including the knock on my door from my mother. I started, dropping the controller, my eyes wide. I snapped "What!" at my mother, her face contorting into pinched irritation. "Dinner is ready." She said, turning away to head back down the stairs. My eyes shifted to the open doorway, the nostrils of my nose flaring as I took in the scent of food. I could smell spices, and the humid stench of steam. My stomach growled and I quickly shot up from the floor and thundered down the stairs, leaping into the kitchen to find the source of the heavenly smells that wafted in my direction. I spotted turkey, garnished with lemon and green herbs, and sitting beside it, a large bowl of something off-white. It looked like mashed potatoes. I hastily took a seat and set my elbows upon the wooden surface of the table, my mother scolding me over her shoulder as she divided place settings. "Elbows off, please." She piped, pulling out her own chair with an ear splintering squeal that grated my nerves, causing my teeth to grind together. My mother passed a plate of green beans towards me, and I quickly scooped them onto my own plate, then going for the turkey, the mashed potatoes added last. With no time for prayer, I dug in, the tinges of my fork scraping against the plates clay surface as I scooped a fork full of beans up, and shoved it into my mouth. It tasted bland, with the barest hint of salt. I swallowed, cringing as it went down and took a bite of the mashed potatoes. Of course it was delicious. They were light, buttered perfectly. I gave a small sound of appreciation and went for the turkey last. I stabbed a piece of meat and popped it into my mouth, the texture odd. Hard to describe really. It was tough, but also soft enough to bite into, and with lemon added into it, it was tangy, making my mouth salivate. My mom smiled at the expression my face, nearly laughing. I made a face at her and swallowed, going in for another bite.