What is the first step recommended by Mara Pereira when starting to design a Power BI report without a design background?

Start by researching and gathering design inspiration.

Use only default templates provided by Power BI.

Directly start with data visualization tools in Power BI.

Skip the design phase and focus solely on data accuracy.

In designing a Power BI report, why is it important to establish a consistent color scheme across all visuals?

It ensures a cohesive and professional look that enhances readability.

It helps in identifying errors in data quickly.

It reduces the time spent on creating the report.

It limits the number of visuals you can use in the report.

When selecting fonts for a Power BI report, what is the key consideration according to the video?

Choose fonts that are easy to read and consistent across the report.

Use only the default font settings provided by Power BI.

Select multiple decorative fonts to make the report look unique.

Avoid using any fonts to keep the report simple.

How can wireframing a Power BI report before starting the actual design process be beneficial?

It helps in visualizing the layout and flow of the report before adding data.

It makes the report less flexible for future changes.

Wireframing is unnecessary if you are familiar with Power BI.

It reduces the overall time spent on the project by skipping the planning phase.

Why should you avoid overloading a Power BI report with too many visuals and data points?

It can overwhelm the viewer and obscure the key insights.

It might make the report too colorful and vibrant.

It makes it harder to change the report in the future.

It increases the file size of the report unnecessarily.

What is a recommended approach to choosing a layout for your Power BI report?

Use a grid layout to ensure alignment and balance across visuals.

Use different layouts on every page to keep it interesting.

Avoid using a layout and focus solely on data presentation.

Randomly place visuals wherever they fit best.

How can you effectively use white space in a Power BI report?

White space should be used to separate different sections and make the report easier to navigate.

Use white space only in the title sections of the report.

Avoid using white space to ensure all data is visible on one screen.

Fill every part of the screen with data to maximize space usage.

When should you consider using custom visuals in a Power BI report?

When standard visuals do not meet specific data presentation needs or to add a unique touch to the report.

Use custom visuals exclusively to showcase advanced Power BI skills.

Only when you want to make the report look more complex.

Custom visuals should be avoided to maintain report simplicity.

What is the importance of having a clear purpose or goal for each page of a Power BI report?

It ensures that each page communicates specific insights effectively, keeping the report focused and on point.

It allows for random data presentation, making the report more dynamic.

It makes the report more visually appealing regardless of the data presented.

It helps in increasing the number of visuals per page.

According to the video, what should be the primary focus when selecting colors for a Power BI report?

Choose colors that enhance data comprehension and create visual hierarchy.

Select colors that match the company logo, regardless of readability.

Stick to neutral colors to avoid distracting the viewer.

Use as many colors as possible to make the report vibrant.

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A Swan and the Star Sweetie the duck likes to swim in the swamp. Stella the butterfly always flies swiftly around her.Sweetie swallows a fish. “Tonight a shooting star will streak across the sky!” says Stella. “I want to be a swan, please!” Sweetie stands on a slippery stone and makes a wish. The sun rises. A beautiful swan is swimming in the swamp. Her dream has come true.

Things to do in Tokyo by Haruki A. My favorite tea house The tea house is in a beautiful garden. We don’t wear shoes in the tea house. We leave our shoes outside. We sit on the floor. It’s a custom in Japan. We can see how they make the tea. Their green tea is the best. B. A cool ice cream store I love this ice cream store. The ice cream looks like animals. They have rabbits, chickens, dogs and bears. I always order the rabbit ice cream. You can pick anything you want. C. A baseball game Baseball is a popular sport in Japan. The games are fun. People sing songs when their team hits the ball. They wear shirts and hats from their favorite team. I have a hat from a team called the Lions. My sister has hats from every baseball team in Japan. D. A ninja village The ninja village is great. You wear ninja clothes and climb walls like a ninja. There’s also a ninja house. It’s fun to walk in the house and find special rooms. I think ninjas are exciting. They are strong. They aren’t afraid of anything. We need to ride a train to the ninja village. It isn’t in Tokyo. But the train is fun too.

A trip to Rio Julia and her family traveled from New York to visit Rio de Janeiro in Brazil. Julia's cousin Gabriela lived there. They all went to the opening night of the Olympics. The stadium was very crowded. It made Julia nervous. Everyone screamed and cheered. Their seats were far away. Julia could barely see. The music was loud. It made her head hurt. Julia had been happy to visit Rio. Now she just wanted to go home. Gabriela woke Julia up the next morning. "There's another Olympic event today!" she said. Julia did not want to go, but she smiled and got ready. The families walked through shady streets. Gabriela's street ended at a beach. Julia stopped and stared. Tall buildings stood along the beach. Olympic racing boats floated on the water. There was a big mountain behind them. "That's Sugarloaf Mountain," Gabriela said. It was beautiful. The next day, Julia ran to Gabriela's room. "We're going up Sugarloaf Mountain!" she said. They rode a cable car. It hung high above the city. Julia stared out the window. White buildings stood above the green jungle. They went to a big market. Julia tasted a mango. It was not like the mangoes at home. It was juicy and sweet! They went to an Olympic swimming race. Gabriela's brother, Chaz, cheered, "Go Brazil!" "Brazil is not even in this event!" Gabriela said. "Oh." Chaz said. He smiled at Julia. "Go Americа!" It was Julia's last day in Rio. They went to Grandma and Grandpa's. Julia remembered the house. She had visited when she was five. Grandpa had taught her to dance. It felt like home. Grandma made a spicy bean stew. After lunch, they went to an Olympic football game. "The crowd is very noisy," Julia said. "I'm scared." "Don't worry," Grandpa said. "Football fans are one big family." At the stadium, the crowd seemed even louder. Julia held Grandpa's hand. Brazil got the ball. Everyone cheered. Julia got caught up in the game. She cheered, too. Then, Brazil scored a goal. The crowd cheered. Grandpa lifted Julia in the air. They sang a song with the crowd to celebrate.

The following days are a jumble of gunfire, digging, gobbled food, soldiers running in and out of the forest in small groups, distant explosions, stray shells, bandaged heads and unexpected lulls. On the very first day, before dawn, I am ordered into one of the newly dug trenches. I huddle there, squeezing my magic buttons and singing songs to the dog. When the fighting stops, the dog disappears, but a new companion takes his place. A strange little soldier crawls along the trench toward me. ‘Private Sasha!’ he cries. ‘I’ve been looking for you all day long!’ He’s old, like a grandfather, a dedushka. He has a black patch over one eye, a tape measure around his neck and a row of pins threaded into his sleeve. Hanging from his belt is the most enormous pair of scissors I have ever seen and I wonder if he uses them as a weapon. He doesn’t tell me his name, so in my head he becomes Dedushka. Dedushka squats, cups his hand to his ear, peers over the top of the trench and smiles. ‘It’s safe to be upright . . . for now.’ He helps me to my feet, dusts me off and commands me to stand as tall and straight as I can. Then he measures me. Everything from head to toe – even my toes! He writes numbers in a little notebook, strings his tape measure back around his neck, salutes and hurries away. It’s all very strange, and I wonder if Dedushka has been bumped on the head during the battle and is now a little bit muddled. I should have given him a hug before he left. I chase after him but stop when I’m hit by a shovelful of flying dirt. Sleepy Bear is digging a cave! ‘Are you going to hibernate?’ I ask. Sleepy Bear chuckles. ‘No, although that would be wonderful! I could do with a lo-o-o-ong sleep.’ He sighs and closes his eyes. He doesn’t open them again and I realise that he has gone to sleep. Standing up! I shake his arm, and he opens his eyes and keeps talking. ‘No, I’m not hibernating. I’m digging a little nook where I can sleep and eat. I’ll hang up my raincape as a door that can open and close so it feels just like a real home . . . except for the lice . . . and the bad smells . . . and the bombs that make the walls shake and crumble.’ He points further along the trench to where other soldiers are digging. ‘We’re all making little houses in the ground.’ ‘Like rabbits and moles,’ I say. Sleepy Bear chuckles. ‘Yes! And soldiers who need to hide from German bullets and bombs.’ He stops digging to roll a cigarette. ‘Should I be making a house?’ I ask. ‘I want to hide from German bullets and bombs, too.’ Sleepy Bear flops to the ground, lights his cigarette, closes his eyes and takes a deep puff. I wait for him to answer, but, instead, he begins to snore! I poke him in the side. He snorts and he murmurs, ‘I think someone has already built you a house, Sasha. Keep going along this beautiful village street and you are sure to find it.’ He falls asleep once more. I kiss his dusty cheek and whisper, ‘Thank you, Sleepy Bear.’ A little way along, I see Cook in a cloud of smoke. He has lit a fire, right here in the middle of the trench, and is stirring a cauldron full of kasha. He squats as he stirs. ‘What are you doing?’ I ask. ‘Cooking supper, of course!’ he cries. ‘But why are you doing it here?’ Cook points his spoon at the ground above the trenches. ‘Because if I do it up there, my pot will be filled with holes from German bullets and all of the kasha will leak out onto the ground. It’s bad enough that our supplies can’t get through German lines and there’s nothing to cook but buckwheat for kasha. But if we lost the kasha, too . . .’ ‘Hungry soldiers,’ I say. Cook nods. ‘And grumpy!’ ‘Like Boris!’ I gasp. ‘Even worse,’ warns Cook. I picture the kasha pot full of bullet holes. And then I realise that if the kasha pot were full of holes, then Cook would be, too. I wrap my arms around Cook’s neck and say, ‘I think this is a very good place for cooking our supper.’ I kiss his smoky cheek and run along. At the end of the trench, I find the biggest hole of all. It’s wide and deep and as busy as a beehive in a blossom tree. Above, a group of soldiers is rolling logs into place for a roof, while below, typewriters rattle and pencils scratch and papers flutter and voices crackle out of five different radios. Their words tangle together to tell a strange wartime fairy tale about German guns and a loving father called Stalin and a Red Army regiment that is lost in the deep, dark forest and a wicked beast called Hitler and a delivery of vegetables that was hit by a bomb and blown into a million tiny pieces too small even to make soup. In the middle of it all, wrestling with a rumpled map, his rifle still slung over his shoulder, is Major Scruff. ‘Major Scruff!’ I run and jump into his arms. ‘Is this our new home?’ ‘Yes, Sasha. I suppose it is.’ ‘Is it safe from German bullets and bombs?’ I ask. He stares at me. ‘Were you scared in the trenches today, Sasha?’ ‘No,’ I reply. ‘I had magic buttons and a dog and some songs to sing. Were you scared in the forest, Major Scruff?’ ‘Yes,’ he says. ‘Poor Major Scruff!’ I press my hand against his cheek. The dark, rough stubble is grubby with grit and his eyelids are taking a long time to open after every blink. ‘You need a shave and a nap!’ I scold. He chuckles. ‘I am too tired to shave and too busy to nap.’ I scrunch my nose while I consider his problem. ‘I know!’ I cry. ‘You nap and I will shave your whiskers. That will be two jobs tumbled into one!’ And so that’s what we do. Major Scruff slumps into a chair and snoozes while I lather his face with soapy water and shave his whiskers. The soap suds travel from his face, up into his hair and down the front of his uniform, and I have to shave his jaw and chin three times because I keep missing bits, but I finally get it all done. I am just wiping his cheeks dry when the dog appears. He licks my hand, then stretches up and licks soap suds from Major Scruff’s ear. Major Scruff wakes with a start. He feels his newly shaved face and cries, ‘Wonderful, Sasha! I feel smooth, clean, rested and ready for action.’ He ruffles my hair. ‘We must do this again tomorrow. Although next time, you might wake me with a gentle shake of the shoulder instead of licking my ear.’

Write simple RCQ for A1 kids using: What’s that, Peter? This is my surfboard. I like to surf on waves in the ocean. Cool! Can you surf on a river or a pond? No, I can’t surf there. There aren’t many waves. Do you want to surf with me on the sea? No, I don’t. I like to look for seashells on the beach. How many can you find? I can find many seashells on the sand! They are very beautiful.

What’s that, Peter? This is my surfboard. I like to surf on waves in the ocean. Cool! Can you surf on a river or a pond? No, I can’t surf there. There aren’t many waves. Do you want to surf with me on the sea? No, I don’t. I like to look for seashells on the beach. How many can you find? I can find many seashells on the sand! They are very beautiful.

Welcome, Carlos! One late summer day, Carlos sat at the kitchen table. He wanted to begin his poster. He had found paper, glue, and colored markers. He had a box of family photoS. But what should I put on it? he thought. Soon, Carlos would start school in a new town, in a new country. He had just met his new school principal. "You can bring this poster on the first day of school, Carlos," his principal had said. "This will help the kids get to know you." Carlos picked photos of his family. He added one of their old home in Monterrey, Mexico. He wrote about the books, sports, and foods he liked. He carried his poster across the hall of his apartment building. He knocked on the door, and a smiling girl opened it. "Hola, Carlos!" said Maria. "Hola, Maria," said Carlos. "Do you want to see my poster? It's for the first day of school." "Oh, yes!" said Maria. Carlos spread out the poster. "This is a photo of my parents," Carlos explained. "This is our house. These are the mountains in Monterrey." "My padre works for a big solar energy company from Monterrey. They moved us to the United States to open a new factory here." "Monterrey looks beautiful, Carlos," said Maria. "It was sunny and a great place to do things outdoors," Carlos said. "Was it hard to leave your relatives?" Maria asked. "Yes, but we'll go back during the holidays to visit them," said Carlos. Maria looked at another photo. "That's my older brother, Mateo. This is my little sister, Selena," Carlos said. "My abuela will come to live with us soon, too." Maria read that Carlos liked to play baseball. "You could join our baseball team!" said Maria. "That would be fun," said Carlos. He showed Maria his best batting swing. "That's a good hit, for sure!" laughed Maria. Then Maria brought out crayons and markers. Together they colored the rest of the poster. "There's something I want to add," said Carlos. Carlos drew a picture of a smiling girl. She had long, soft hair. "Is that your friend in Monterrey?" asked Maria. "No, it's my first friend in America!" said Carlos.

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