This is a very straightforward process that opens many doors. For example, today, while trying to boot up a (Frankenstein) computer with recycled disks that still contained password protected user accounts, I specified a removable flash drive with Linux Mint on it to boot first instead of the Disk with. Once Linux was installed, I was able to delete all user account information on the disk and start using the computer with ease.
Note: Every single system is not uniform. Different words, tabs, and/or placement may be encountered. But, if the general guidelines are followed, it should be a breeze.
The only keys available in BIOS setup are up, down, right, left, and enter(all on keyboard).
- Turn the computer on, wait until the standard start-up screen appears. Proceed to press f1,f2,f8, or f10 — There is not one universal key to get into BIOS setup.
- Enter BIOS setup.
- Move arrow keys until “BOOT” tab is highlighted. This is present in most BIOS setups, but you may need to look for the “BOOT” under another tab on select systems.
- In the “BOOT” tab there will be a menu option entitled “BOOT OPTIONS PRIORITIES”, use the down arrow key to highlight “BOOT OPTION ONE” then press “ENTER”.
- Once you press enter on the highlighted option one. Select the device that needs priority in the “boot order” by moving the arrow keys up and down and pressing “ENTER”. If a USB port is being used, plug the device in before you turn the computer on(this is not necessary for all computers).
- Exit the “BOOT” tab.
- Proceed to the “SAVE & EXIT” tab, highlight “SAVE CHANGES & RESET”, and then press “ENTER”.
- The computer will then restart with the new boot order.
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I picked up a book today by NATHANIEL H. FRANK, Introduction to Mechanics and Heat. While was flipping through it, a Physics II final examination fell out. I am guessing it is from 1939-194o, due to the fact it is written on a type-writer, the pages are amber colored(and thin), and the book it fell out of was publish in 1939. I am going to post up the three questions(not in order).
If you happen to solve them, let me know, we can talk about our different thought processes. Continue reading
“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding…”
~ Khalil Gibran
Arjun first felt pain when he was fourteen years old. Before then, it wasn’t truly pain. Hunger. Bruises. Scrapes. Beatings. That was all the result of human weakness, the bleak brother of human courage. It was nothing to him. He ached with the sun when she stretched and rose and he ached with her as she slipped away, carrying her rays of hope with her. Physical pain was a dull and ever-present memory. True pain, he knew, was when something you couldn’t really see was taken away from you. Something that was as much a part of him as his calloused young hands that picked up crushed bottles and broken glass each day, his blistered feet that slid and slipped underneath the weight of the sack on his shoulders, his lungs that breathed in the decomposing walls of houses he was told was too good for him to live in. Continue reading
A false approach to poverty is advancing upon it with the sterile tongs of intellectual humanitarianism. Poverty to many is ambiguous. It is the “donation” plaque on a store counter, it is a bumper sticker on the back of a new car. People on Pinterest who sign digital petitions think that they’ve done enough for a cause just by clicking a few buttons, as well as clothing lines that “give 20% of your proceeds to charity.” It’s all to assuage guilt, really, but it’s deception. All of it. Consumerism, conditioning by the media can shut out everything important. I am not being pessimistic or hopeless, I am stating it as it is. One can live completely shut out from true suffering except on magazine covers and web advertising. The broken human shell likes to seek shelter in the gilded cage of first-world modernity, with all it’s distracting comforts that distort impending death into the form of a self-righteous donation sticker. What one needs to do is realize and measure the good one does with how one feels afterwards, and if it is real it will no longer feel like relief or assuaged guilt, but liberating gain.
Your mid 40’s are a great time to wake up and realize you’ve wasted your life. You sit on the side of your bed and your feet dangle, its strange you could’ve sworn your big toes would meet the ground with that same pace as your slowly decomposing conscious, but they dont, and you catch a spark that flies through your brain. Continue reading
Oliver had been in the hospital for 15 days before his wife came to visit him. He had recently been struck by oncoming traffic and flew about 27 feet before he hit the ground and was instantly paralyzed from the waist down. She, his wife, had reason to be upset, but her straight face as she walked through ICU proved otherwise. She didn’t frown or make any gesture that would indicate unhappiness, her neutrality was in fact quite disconcerting. The pale walls, speckled by minuscule black dots surrounded her as she walked through the corridor toward Oliver. Meanwhile He was sprawled out in bed, blinking once for yes and twice for no, watching television, with the hum of the fan
overlapping the voices of all patients in the wing. The screaming, oh the screaming was horrific, and once or twice every four minutes a bleach white stretcher would pass by his room, being pushed with much haste towards emergency care. He would on look and ponder the idea of what had brought each person in, ‘maybe that one was a burn victim in a house fire on the west side.’, ‘maybe that one was struck by a car as well, possibly.’ Continue reading
Gavin McSkeane attends the Visual Arts Center magnet program at Albert Einstein High School. These pictures are some of the work he has produced in the past year.