Presentations
Using Route Network Analysis to Predict Future Damage to the Amazon Rainforest
Using GIS Tools to Analyze Real World Problems
Geospatial Technology for Biomass Potential
Recirculating Aquatic Systems
When I initiated the journey of the Marine Biology Research Program at my High School, I began as a Lab Technician where I would maintain the lab, in which my peers and I conducted research. Now I manage a recirculating aquatic ecosystem of 800 gallons of water, that holds over forty organisms. I've gotten to this complex level through my research on marine life, starting by examining snails and shrimp's relationship with Ammonia, to measuring the effects on the increase of biodiversity in the tilapia ecosystem's health. To have this continuously developing project, led me to form a personal connection with it and to cultivate it. On the physical side, I invested in the organism's well-being; the tank itself is an organism as its assembled by elaborate technical pieces. I spent all the necessary extra hours to high end the quality. But I learned quality is much more than how well something functions, quality reflects on when a mindset arrives at satisfaction.
Creative Writing
Searching
Pedro Vieira Costa
It's the dawn of summer, a year has gone by, and the cycle is back to its roots. I will once again become one with my dirt roads, dry beaches, natural vibrant nights, and the southwest winds. The ones that breathe this briny air are as mysterious as its withered nature, yet live the simplest lives. But such mysteries fade from far away, whose eyes will it catch from a distance? A place where salt springs life into every conversation. If chosen to be explored one would travel merely nine hours across the sea and continue by two hours of land, to encounter identical houses only deferred by their colors and garden plants, and to eventually reach a dead end. But they don't know life as I do. The choice of trusting the rusting sign was safe, but to me, it carried too much disappointment. Luckily, Yemoja desired attention, no water was visible, but the bombastic roar of the crashing waves followed by the thunderous claps of the cumulonimbus ceiling above, a rare occasion it was. As a moth driven by light, I found my hidden yellow brick path, cutting through the endless bushes, the dirt slowly became white sand and what followed was an intimidating force; beautiful. Grandeur at its surface with the unknown at its depths.