<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:13:12.109-07:00</updated><category term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Maria's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-7260466411521653317</id><published>2009-04-27T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:30:56.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Introducing Documentaries</title><content type='html'>What they need to do to make this  documentary is people that could help and act to understand the story explain problems that many people think is is nothing that matter but could become a big problem. Some element that I noticed that were used in this documentary is the emotional music and the colors that where use they film different places and there where good acting kind of. My favorite part is when the boy shut him self because it was so emotional it was the most important thing and is was good how the  story was in black and white and then when he shut him self it was in color and that explain that when he shut him self peace came to his life.If I could make this story all over i will get the actors to put a Lil more of emotion in the story.Well this response to documentaries different than other I response to a book or newspaper because in this move it explain things like it could really happen and in a book or a newspaper they exaggerate in most story and make thing different and tell it in a different way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-7260466411521653317?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/7260466411521653317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=7260466411521653317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/7260466411521653317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/7260466411521653317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-they-need-to-do-to-make-this.html' title='Introducing Documentaries'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-5280229081782832019</id><published>2009-04-22T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:18:25.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    Well I could connect this with slavery time because most of the people will get in hiding from the white man in another person house so they could get to a place of freedom but the people that hide them could get in allot of trouble. And Anne and her family  are hiding expecting for the war to finish so the could come out of there hiding , live free and not going to a camping convention like the people that are hiding Anne Frank  could get kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;     One main thing that Anne frank did and I will do is write in my diary because there was so much drama in the attic that she could not scream out what she feels.Most of all because if they make allot of noise the people that live up there could hire them and snitch on them.One of the main thing that I will write on my diary, is because is like talking to a friend that you wont see in a long time or will never see like Anne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;     One of the funniest thing is when Peter drop the  been and they all fell down in Anne frank  and it look like a island in the middle of the sea of beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;     Well I think this book is a very interesting and there allot of drama with Anne and her mom this book is good and makes you feel like you there with her with all that problems but yes I will recommend this book .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-5280229081782832019?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/5280229081782832019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=5280229081782832019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/5280229081782832019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/5280229081782832019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-i-could-connect-this-with-slavery.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-4502109731461028403</id><published>2009-03-26T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:27:02.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>my story</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 238px; height: 445px;" alt="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3099/2878182503_29cdfb9985.jpg" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3099/2878182503_29cdfb9985.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting..ting...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.Dark stormy day last night no time left to go to sleep  my hair is like a nest all up and no time to put it down. Every one keeps on making fun of me and looking at me with some eyes  that makes me feel like if this is not going that well and something real bad is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;oh great!! Gym next need to sweat, playing all day but every one keep on hitting me in the head with the balls I feel like pop-ping one boy or girl that get in my way. I keep on walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend comes and ask me ''what happen?"&lt;br /&gt;I say "nothing this day is not my day"&lt;br /&gt;"WHY?"she ask&lt;br /&gt;"and more because of what happen that night?"i said it with a sad sound in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In that night of November 12 was a fun day the party was so hot and a lot of boy where trying to dance with me. But I only pick the cute ones. But there was this boy that kept on looking at me like if I was the last Coca-Cola in the Store I didn't like that and that kept on scaring me. When the party was getting good I just dissuaded to leave because I didn't like the way the boy kept on looking at me.But then in the way home I hoard something in  back of me. I kept on walking more fast and herd the step going more faster than mines.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-4502109731461028403?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/4502109731461028403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=4502109731461028403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/4502109731461028403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/4502109731461028403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-story.html' title='my story'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3099/2878182503_29cdfb9985_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-1708005458689153451</id><published>2009-03-17T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T07:55:37.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 251px;" alt="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PF_New%5C462008%5C/4403529~The-Attic-of-Anne-Frank-House-Amsterdam-Holland-Posters.jpg" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PF_New%5C462008%5C/4403529%7EThe-Attic-of-Anne-Frank-House-Amsterdam-Holland-Posters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i think that theres going to be some problems because there 7 people in that small room and they all ways there so they could stress out and that is how problems start. Well i could connect with this story because if i was her i wold hide from the bad people so i wont die.Well i like all the people for now but the one that Anna frank is family don't like is Mr.Goudsmit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-1708005458689153451?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/1708005458689153451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=1708005458689153451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/1708005458689153451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/1708005458689153451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-i-think-that-theres-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-833492779655407454</id><published>2009-03-13T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:05:52.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne frank</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-833492779655407454?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/833492779655407454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=833492779655407454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/833492779655407454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/833492779655407454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/03/anne-frank.html' title='Anne frank'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-3838307188879952874</id><published>2009-03-03T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:48:52.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img height="180" src="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/01ta02U5Fkb0M/610x.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 182px" height="404" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/U1676715A.jpg?size=67&amp;amp;uid=%7B37B70350-781D-4CAE-9321-1C62CBAABE1C%7D" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alice Walker started with poems in 1952 to 2005. She bin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;though&lt;/span&gt; the Civil right Movement, the Independence Day, and Vietnam War in her life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alice Walker she express her self in different kind of ways. When I start to read her story poem is like if i was in a world that had different means.I think she is very good in poem because she bin though to many thing in life. she write her poem very short but she express her self very well and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-3838307188879952874?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/3838307188879952874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=3838307188879952874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/3838307188879952874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/3838307188879952874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/03/alice-walker-started-with-poems-in-1952.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-5561376341959526560</id><published>2009-02-26T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:47:58.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The theme of this sonnet is to not for get the people you love.The clues gave away the theme was that the repeat R&lt;span style=""&gt;EMEMBER&lt;/span&gt; me when..This message connect to my own life because they I will like for people to not for get me and have me in there heart. I could connect to my poem because it talk  about a boy I like and that I can't for get him and get him of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-5561376341959526560?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/5561376341959526560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=5561376341959526560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/5561376341959526560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/5561376341959526560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-lips-my-lips-have-kissed-and-where.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-7543847620856079385</id><published>2009-02-24T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:18:17.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" title="Get notified when skibumcolo adds new stuff" class="notify lnkClrDef" onclick="tr('subscribe_fullview_personal_album_click');document.fire(NotifyController.EVENT.ADD, {origin:'http%3A%2F%2Fs27.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fc176%2Fskibumcolo%2F2008%2F%3Faction%3Dview%26current%3Ddont-give-up.jpg','breadcrumb':true});"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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height: 146px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The theme of this poem is that if people talk or think of her in a bad way she still rises no matter what.An this poet teaches a lesson is that don't care what people think about you don't every give up in you're self no matter what to perseverance .I can connect  to this theme when people talk about me is because they don't have no life and the like to tall about you because there are train to take you down and for you to give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-7543847620856079385?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/7543847620856079385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=7543847620856079385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/7543847620856079385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/7543847620856079385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-subscribed-zoom-out-copy-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c176/skibumcolo/2008/th_dont-give-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-9040860079934983650</id><published>2009-02-16T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:25:19.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Title:November blues&lt;br /&gt;by:Sharon M. Draper&lt;br /&gt;page50-258&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="221" src="http://a5.vox.com/6a00c22521ccc8549d00fad69850850004-200pi" width="168" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is very interesting in page 50-258 has happen that November going to have a baby girl she is very happy and confuse at the same time .Josh parent the girls boyfriends parent want to take care of the girls baby and adopt it. She don't know what to do because if she gives it away she feels like she is selling her baby, and she feels like giving it away because the baby will have more opportunities with josh parent because they are rich and if she gives away her babe the will pay all he college for 4 years and they will give her extra money for her.They gave her some time to think and will she was thinking Jericho her friend the cousin of Josh was helping her if she need help but in the summer he was practising for football for a game the time know they where going to loose but they still practice.When they practice Olivia practice band too so when the practice finish Jericho gave Olivia a rides home.Jericho sees Olivia as a friend only because she is fat.Olivia is starting to see Jericho with other intention but she thing that Jericho will never like her because she is fat. The day of the gave Jericho and his friend had a good time in the hotel but.They had new uniforms that they sold them to the chip. It started to rain half of the gave they where winning 8-0. But when they went to the locker for rest they saw that there uniform turn pink that is why they sold them chip to them when the other half of the game came every one was laughing about the uniform they where so embarrass they lost 28-8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-9040860079934983650?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/9040860079934983650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=9040860079934983650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/9040860079934983650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/9040860079934983650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/02/titlenovember-blues-bysharon-m.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-3274349703922694941</id><published>2009-02-12T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:11:02.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Homework! Oh, Homework!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="http://nyteachers.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/homework11.jpg" src="http://nyteachers.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/homework11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="The image “http://www.lairdogden.com/images/lo_jpgs/homework2.jpg” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.lairdogden.com/images/lo_jpgs/homework2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hyperbole did you find in this poem is exaggeration because he makes a lot of exaggeration for example he says&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If only a bomb would explode you to bits is that he want to get ride of the homework so bad that he could do any thing to forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;The poet used hyperbole this way because he is train to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convince&lt;/span&gt; the user that he don't like the homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-3274349703922694941?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/3274349703922694941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=3274349703922694941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/3274349703922694941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/3274349703922694941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/02/homework-oh-homework.html' title='Homework! Oh, Homework!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-3533459627831683034</id><published>2009-02-09T07:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:10:39.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 149px; HEIGHT: 206px" height="97" src="http://www.changethethought.com/blog_2008/barack_obama.jpg" width="335" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="135" src="http://stevekroll.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/why-support-barack-obama-part-2.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem makes me feel that dreams can come true if you hold on to them.Mostly because now we have a roll model name Barack Obama that show us that all dreams could come true in any kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;circumstance&lt;/span&gt; you are in if you are poor or rich or old and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;younger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; dreams could come true if you put some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;effort&lt;/span&gt; in it and never give up.This poem makes me feel that dreams can come true if you hold on to them and don't let them go.This poem makes me feel like if i have a dream i could make it come true if you do you are best.The poet wrote this poem to make us more perseverance and work on aware dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-3533459627831683034?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/3533459627831683034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=3533459627831683034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/3533459627831683034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/3533459627831683034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreams_09.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-289957426623259919</id><published>2009-02-06T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:10:22.424-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Bronx Masquerade #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Chankara Troupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 154px; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="http://www.grannybroom.com/woman_bruise2.jpg" src="http://www.grannybroom.com/woman_bruise2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Chankara is a girl that is starting to get hit by her boyfriend because he was getting to tochi, tochi. This is the first time she get hit by him and she wont let it happen again because she don't want to be like her sister that always get hit by her boyfriend.I could infer that her sister is scare of her boyfriend mite do something to them because she don't break up with him. And she even made a poem about how she feels about the souvenir there boy friend gives them and she explain that her sister every time she comes tell her that her skin is bruise easily an she explain that she like to spread that sugar around and that means that sugar represent all the lies she makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-289957426623259919?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/289957426623259919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=289957426623259919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/289957426623259919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/289957426623259919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/02/bronx-masquerade-2.html' title='Bronx Masquerade #2'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-1042205703287150755</id><published>2009-02-05T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:45:39.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>poetry responses to Bronx Masquerade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;                                               Attendance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I think the boy don't really care because he don't go to school. I have learn that he is don't what to waste no time in school and have fun because you don't know when you going to die. The poetry reveal about him that he what to have fun until he dies. One thing that don't describes him is perseverance because his dad go shot in McDonald  and that is what is stopping him from making his life better. Two words that describes him is that don't care about school because he don't go to school and has pore attendance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-1042205703287150755?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/1042205703287150755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=1042205703287150755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/1042205703287150755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/1042205703287150755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/02/poetry-responses-to-bronx-masquerade.html' title='poetry responses to Bronx Masquerade'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-991637303270882494</id><published>2009-02-02T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:25:47.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 251px; HEIGHT: 178px" height="281" src="http://img2.photographersdirect.com/img/95/wm/pd1238668.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;img height="161" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/45/456354349091fcb34b9981fe3999e3fa.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inferences i could make is that he love and admire the way his dad hand are.The poet feel very happy that he has the same hand as his dad. The meaning of this poem is that he is proud to have black hands like his dad .Yes, I could connect with this poem because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; proud of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; and nobody could change it and if they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like it oh well because that is the way I am, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; proud of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;be in&lt;/span&gt; the way i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-991637303270882494?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/991637303270882494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=991637303270882494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/991637303270882494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/991637303270882494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/02/inferences-i-could-make-is-that-he-love.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-7499566225712827620</id><published>2009-01-29T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:28:17.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Do not go gentle into that good night</title><content type='html'>The message of this poem is to never give up.The mood that it create is sadness in this below because the men had die and the light two.&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;And you, my father, there on the sad height,&lt;br /&gt;Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.&lt;br /&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night.&lt;br /&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light. &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The poet uses repetion to create a mood in the reader. Other poetic device is used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-7499566225712827620?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/7499566225712827620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=7499566225712827620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/7499566225712827620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/7499566225712827620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night.html' title='Do not go gentle into that good night'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-6092707881931272889</id><published>2009-01-26T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:44:27.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Title:November blues&lt;br /&gt;by:Sharon M. Draper&lt;br /&gt;page28-50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="240" src="http://thebrownbookshelf.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/november-blues.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this part of the story the girl tell her mom that and he is going to the library but she is not she is going to get her self check up to see how the Bebe is and to see how long she bin pregnant.The start to talk to the doctor and tell her all about it she is getting confident and the Doctor is telling her all about the baby that its already developing in her stomach she is so so price and the Doctor is telling her how to treat her self.the doctor keep on telling her to tell her mom so that her mom will help he will she is pregnant.When she went home she saw her mom in the table and sate next to her and started talking to her and telling her that she was pregnant. Her mom was shock and didn't know what to do she ask her how long she was pregnant and she said 3 month and she said why didn't she tuck care of her self and she said she didn't know every thing happen so fast.But then her mom told her that they where going to get over it together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-6092707881931272889?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/6092707881931272889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=6092707881931272889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/6092707881931272889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/6092707881931272889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/01/titlenovember-blues-bysharon-m.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-4546085229189085691</id><published>2009-01-26T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:20:03.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Title: November Blues&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shanron&lt;/span&gt; M. Draper&lt;br /&gt; page:22-28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 192px" height="240" src="http://thebrownbookshelf.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/november-blues.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this part of the story is about this the cousin of josh  that was when the accident happen and feels guilty because josh def because he was there and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;influence&lt;/span&gt; him to jump out of the 2 Floor building .And know he don't know what to do because he is train to get over the def of his cousin so he is tinking about plaing in the football game. When he pass bie the hallway this ex girlfriend makes fon of hi with this othere kid and he feels sad so he just walk away then when he is walking he bumps in to OHLIVIA and they start talking when they are ping up the books and they talking and that made Jericho much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-4546085229189085691?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/4546085229189085691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=4546085229189085691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/4546085229189085691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/4546085229189085691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/01/title-november-blues-by-shanron-m.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-5507667028873688959</id><published>2009-01-26T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:32:37.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>reader response</title><content type='html'>Title: November Blues&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shanron&lt;/span&gt; M. Draper&lt;br /&gt;page:1-22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 161px" height="240" src="http://thebrownbookshelf.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/november-blues.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is about this girl that is sad because of this boy at the beginning but then she start telling her friend that think she really didn't love the boy name josh but she is not really shore. Josh die and he just left something behind he left a gift from god a kid. November don't remember but she is having all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Simthomes&lt;/span&gt;. She is scare of what her mom will say and what will josh parent will say about his only grandson.She feel so different know that josh die she feel like every one of her friends feel bad for her.The next day she when to school she was walking to the bus and then a reported come to her and ask her all about it and she just try to walk away but the man don't live her alone finely she get to her school and she start to fill sick she runs to the bathroom and start to trow up then she hires this voice and is this girl from class who thinks November is really cool and she ask he if she is OK and November say yes. The girl ask her if she was pregnant and November say no and then says OK I'm ma tell you but don't tell nobody and then the girl tell November she need to go and gives November her number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-5507667028873688959?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/5507667028873688959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=5507667028873688959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/5507667028873688959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/5507667028873688959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/01/reader-response.html' title='reader response'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-8842201238171815641</id><published>2009-01-26T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:51:03.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>The man that will give change</title><content type='html'>Obama is the man&lt;br /&gt;that want change&lt;br /&gt;who expect change from us&lt;br /&gt;and us from him&lt;br /&gt;he will make change that many people expect&lt;br /&gt;The men how understand what we are going trow&lt;br /&gt;The man that will change the way we live&lt;br /&gt;he will make change and&lt;br /&gt; change he will make&lt;br /&gt; Change is made November 4 he is elected&lt;br /&gt;and that is change the first African American to be president&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes we can "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-8842201238171815641?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/8842201238171815641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=8842201238171815641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/8842201238171815641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/8842201238171815641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-that-will-give-change.html' title='The man that will give change'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-4283770027379042829</id><published>2009-01-23T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:12:22.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Inaugural Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The title "Praise Song for the Day" means singing for the people that die for us and suffer for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The poem make me feel sad because many people suffer for us to be free and still now there allot of racism but i thing with this new president there will be change.For example, in this line of this poem it explain that we sing for the people that had die before us and give oner of the people that gave there life for us.&lt;br /&gt;                                   "&lt;/span&gt;Say it plain: that many have died for this day.&lt;br /&gt;                                   Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,&lt;br /&gt;                                      who laid the train tracks, raised the bridge"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-4283770027379042829?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/4283770027379042829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=4283770027379042829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/4283770027379042829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/4283770027379042829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2009/01/inaugural-poem.html' title='Inaugural Poem'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-5354001067345581866</id><published>2008-12-22T06:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:46:23.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>"Themes in To Kill a Mockingbird"</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Some major themes in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TKM&lt;/span&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;to speak for the true and all way go for the true no matter what will happen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;The lesson for this story because is to defend people that speak the true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;I think the lesson lee want us to learn is that back in then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;people are  kind and don't jug a book by it cobber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-5354001067345581866?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/5354001067345581866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=5354001067345581866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/5354001067345581866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/5354001067345581866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/12/themes-in-to-kill-mockingbird_22.html' title='&quot;Themes in To Kill a Mockingbird&quot;'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-2318824093164838651</id><published>2008-12-22T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T05:29:56.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>"Themes in To Kill a Mockingbird"</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buffyholt.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/to-kill-a-mockingbird.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:Q5mNqb9xeqsK6M:http://www.buffyholt.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/to-kill-a-mockingbird.gif" style="border: 1px solid ; margin: 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 129px; height: 99px;" alt="See full size image" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 136px; height: 105px;" alt="http://cache.eb.com/eb/image?id=90705&amp;amp;rendTypeId=4" src="http://cache.eb.com/eb/image?id=90705&amp;amp;rendTypeId=4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Some major themes in TKM is bravery and to teach a lesson and thing are not the way people say they are.  The author reveal the theme so that in all most every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lesson we will learn something new and a new lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The  lesson that I  think the characters will learn to stud up for the truth and help people wen they need you.The  lesson that  Harper Lee want me to learn by the end of the book is that you need to do the right thing even if every one turn there back on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-2318824093164838651?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/2318824093164838651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=2318824093164838651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/2318824093164838651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/2318824093164838651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/12/themes-in-to-kill-mockingbird.html' title='&quot;Themes in To Kill a Mockingbird&quot;'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-8421407137108457422</id><published>2008-12-20T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:38:24.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hadn't Meant to tell you this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jacqueline&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;woodson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;page [finish]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 215px" height="475" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0440219604.01.LZZZZZZZ.gif" width="285" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Twelve year old Marie is a leader among the popular black girls in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chauncey&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ohio&lt;/span&gt;. She isn't looking for a friend when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lena&lt;/span&gt; bright a white girl appears in school. They have one thing in common they both have lost their mothers, they know how to kip a secret. One of the biggest secret is that one them is that her dad abuse. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lena&lt;/span&gt; needs to protect herself and her younger sister from their father. One day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lena&lt;/span&gt; didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; to school for a few days, Marie  when to her house but she was not there later on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lena&lt;/span&gt; call Marie and said that they are going to run away because her dad is touching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lena's&lt;/span&gt; little sister.Marie couldn't stop them from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt; away. Now, she is asking her self is they  are okay,why good thing come for a while and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;goes&lt;/span&gt; away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-8421407137108457422?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/8421407137108457422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=8421407137108457422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/8421407137108457422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/8421407137108457422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hadnt-meant-to-tell-you-this-by.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-2962822070594370573</id><published>2008-12-20T07:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:18:45.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maizon&lt;/span&gt; at Blue hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;byJacqueline&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Woodson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;page [finish]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 221px" height="180" src="http://www.clearwater-fl.com/cpl/kids/kids-images/seriesbooks/maizon.gif" width="119" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Maizon&lt;/span&gt; taking the biggest step in her life when she accepts a scholarship to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;boarding&lt;/span&gt; school and leaves her grandmother and her best friends.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Maizor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;goes&lt;/span&gt; to blue Hills but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like it very well.Blue Hills is a beautiful school ,and seems to have good teachers, small classes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Maizon&lt;/span&gt; get very good grades but there is only 5 black girls in that school including  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Maizon&lt;/span&gt; but all four come from wealthy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Maizon&lt;/span&gt; don't get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with them that much. She fills so lonely in that school and miss her best friend. She fills like going back home. She  has the letter that her best friend send to her but she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; fill like writing back because maybe if she writes so me thing it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-2962822070594370573?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/2962822070594370573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=2962822070594370573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/2962822070594370573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/2962822070594370573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/12/maizon-at-blue-hills-byjacqueline.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-3042796273220381173</id><published>2008-12-20T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:06:47.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last summer with Mairon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by jacqueline woodson&lt;br /&gt;page[finish]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/14920000/14927827.JPG" width="182" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Maison,Mason,Mazzini,Marion,Amazon" goog_docs_charindex="4172"&gt;Maizon&lt;/span&gt; and Margaret are best friends. Margaret is worry because her dad is sick. her mom went to the hospital and they told her that her husband die. Margaret is very sad and depress. &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Marion,Morison,Maroon,Arizona,Mariano" goog_docs_charindex="4358"&gt;Marizon&lt;/span&gt; went to take a test so she could get a scholarship so that her grandmother will be proud of her.She don't one to go to Blue Hills. Weeks pass and a letter arrive that said that she had got accepted to the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div goog_docs_charindex="4581"&gt;&lt;b goog_docs_charindex="4582"&gt;Margaret is now lonely at school because &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Maize,Mizar,Maze,Maisie,Mair" goog_docs_charindex="4635"&gt;Maizor&lt;/span&gt; went to Blue Hills. Margaret did a poem about how she felt and it was very good but nobody clap in her class she didn't know if it was good or bad because nobody said nothing. The teacher put it on a contest for the city. She won and she read it to the school every one clap.She was very happy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div goog_docs_charindex="4940"&gt;&lt;b goog_docs_charindex="4941"&gt;Margaret wrote two letters to &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Maize,Mizar,Maze,Maisie,Mair" goog_docs_charindex="4983"&gt;Maizor&lt;/span&gt; but she haven't written back. One day &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Maize,Mizar,Maze,Maisie,Mair" goog_docs_charindex="5030"&gt;Maizor&lt;/span&gt; call and says she is cumming home she was crying.The next day Margaret sow her cumming she ran to her &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Maize,Mizar,Maze,Maisie,Mair" goog_docs_charindex="5141"&gt;Maizor&lt;/span&gt; said "she hated every body at Blue Hills that she felt lonely. " Margaret said "you're not lonely no more, I' m with you."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div goog_docs_charindex="5276"&gt;&lt;span  goog_docs_charindex="5277" style="font-size:100;"&gt;&lt;b goog_docs_charindex="5278"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-3042796273220381173?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/3042796273220381173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=3042796273220381173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/3042796273220381173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/3042796273220381173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-summer-with-mairon-by-jacqueline.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-4136334975654884863</id><published>2008-12-20T07:28:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T05:26:42.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From the notebooks of Melanin Sun&lt;br /&gt;Jacqueline &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Woodson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;page [finish]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 205px; height: 222px;" src="http://www.west-bendlibrary.org/fromthenotebooksofmelaninsun.jpg" height="475" width="295" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanin is a brown boy that don't spend that much time with his mom. He has 2 friends name Sean an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ralphy&lt;/span&gt;.He is afraid to talk to this girl name Angie he has her phone number but he don't know what to say to her.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Melanis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; to the beach with his mom her mom friends he said to him self that he wish this day was not over because he didn't spend that much time with her, but when they were in the way home his mom said she like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;woman's&lt;/span&gt;. That the woman he met the other day was the woman she like.he was confuse he didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; his mom to touch him or do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; to him. Angie call Melanin and she said if he wanted to hang out her sometimes he said okay and they hang out. The Melanin call her again and told her if she wanted to hang out with him now. She said ''yea'', it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;raining&lt;/span&gt; in the park &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the day they first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;      He didn't wand know nobody to know that his mom like girls. But Sean his friend started to offend Melanin mother they started to fight and Melanin never talk to him again.Only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ralghy&lt;/span&gt; he talk to him because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ralghy&lt;/span&gt; was okay about Melanin mom.Melanin gave his mom and girlfriend a chance and became good friends with them.Melanin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;See's&lt;/span&gt; this in a different way now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-4136334975654884863?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/4136334975654884863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=4136334975654884863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/4136334975654884863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/4136334975654884863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-notebooks-of-melanin-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-998050953316940957</id><published>2008-12-16T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:21:49.253-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;UGLIES&lt;br /&gt;by Scout Westerfeld&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;page(1-266)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="544" src="http://readthisnow.pbwiki.com/f/uglies.jpg" width="389" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div goog_docs_charindex="2"&gt;&lt;span  goog_docs_charindex="3" style="font-size:130;"&gt;&lt;i goog_docs_charindex="4"&gt;This story is about this girl that need to choose Bettine her 2 friend and becoming beautiful. One of her friends ask her to run away with him and don't become beautiful and the other one ask her to become beautiful and snitch on the boys that are running away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div goog_docs_charindex="270"&gt;&lt;span  goog_docs_charindex="271" style="font-size:130;"&gt;&lt;i goog_docs_charindex="272"&gt;When she is about to get operate the doctors start asking her question about this new friend she met over the summer and that just run away. She could not say nothing because she promise her friend to not tell any body were he was going .the boy left her a map with clues that only she could know. the doctors said they could not operate he until she tells them were the kids run away. So they made her go and snitch on were the kid is hiding they gave her all of this equipment so she could survive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div goog_docs_charindex="783"&gt;&lt;i goog_docs_charindex="784"&gt;&lt;span  goog_docs_charindex="785" style="font-size:130;"&gt;When she got to the place were the kid were they were very suspicious about her.But by the time she spend more time with all of the people there she didn't felt like telling the doctors were they were because she was getting along with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-998050953316940957?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/998050953316940957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=998050953316940957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/998050953316940957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/998050953316940957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/12/uglies-by-scout-westerfeld-page1-266.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-7173995155932624201</id><published>2008-12-15T06:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:50:42.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>"Test Prep Action Plan"</title><content type='html'>My goals for test prep is to have a 4 in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ELA&lt;/span&gt; test.I do to make sure you meet your goal is to read more at my house and take test at home and blogger more. The types of questions that are on the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; Grade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ELA&lt;/span&gt; Exam is like "how told the story?"" what the phrases in the story means?"&lt;br /&gt;"what is the best word that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;described&lt;/span&gt; the boy/girl?" The questions/passages/or Test Books that are hardest for me and how could I improve it by reading better and writing passages at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-7173995155932624201?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/7173995155932624201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=7173995155932624201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/7173995155932624201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/7173995155932624201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/12/test-prep-action-plan_15.html' title='&quot;Test Prep Action Plan&quot;'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-7499169031983181920</id><published>2008-12-15T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:50:53.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>"Test Prep Action Plan"</title><content type='html'>My goals for test prep is to have a 4 in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ELA&lt;/span&gt; test.I do to make sure you meet your goal is to read more at my house and take test at home and blogger more. The types of questions that are on the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; Grade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ELA&lt;/span&gt; Exam is like "how told the story?"" what the phrases in the story means?"&lt;br /&gt;"what is the best word that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;described&lt;/span&gt; the boy/girl?" The questions/passages/or Test Books that are hardest for me and how could I improve it by reading better and writing passages at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-7499169031983181920?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/7499169031983181920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=7499169031983181920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/7499169031983181920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/7499169031983181920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/12/test-prep-action-plan.html' title='&quot;Test Prep Action Plan&quot;'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-4046129742762059929</id><published>2008-12-11T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T05:44:26.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>"To My Parents: What I've Learned so far in ELA."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My biggest accomplishments in ELA so far this year is to understand what the book to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mockingbird because is a very difficult book to read.My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;favorite unit been so far, is the book&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we are reading because the book is very interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We used technology in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ELA class this year because this is a technology school and it is fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and understand at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;goals for the rest of the school year is to have a high 3 in the ELA again in the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reading and writing important to your future because you need that all of your life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-4046129742762059929?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/4046129742762059929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=4046129742762059929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/4046129742762059929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/4046129742762059929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-my-parents-what-ive-learned-so-far.html' title='&quot;To My Parents: What I&apos;ve Learned so far in ELA.&quot;'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-1560168246935482134</id><published>2008-12-02T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:08:40.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Reader Response 6</title><content type='html'>The after life&lt;br /&gt;Gary Soto&lt;br /&gt;page (48-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 106px" height="394" src="http://www.sd68.k12.il.us/schools/orchard/LMC/afterlife.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was fating away and dissed to go visit his family wen he was walking he was thinking all the bad thinks he did like taking his grandfathers cigarette lighter and tuck ten pennies and sold it to this boy for ten dollars.He was in the cemetery and he felt a touch he said is it You grandfather you want me to go with you.He finely got home and nobody was at his home then the phone rang and he was thinking who could it be . His family came home and all there eyes were red he felt so sad for him and his family then he went to see his friends in school and saw the with red eyes and dark in the bottom the Principal ask the student for a moment of silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-1560168246935482134?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/1560168246935482134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=1560168246935482134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/1560168246935482134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/1560168246935482134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/12/reader-response-6.html' title='Reader Response 6'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-8003527098686146594</id><published>2008-11-24T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:00:53.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Lisening Passege</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 152px; height: 159px;" src="http://www.harley.com/art/abstract-art/images/%28davinci%29-mona-lisa.jpg" alt="Da Vinci: Mona Lisa" align="middle" hspace="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa&lt;/span&gt;" offers theories about who the real Mona Lisa was.  Based on the information in the article, name &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;possible identity of the Mona Lisa.  Use details from the article to support your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One possible identity of Mona Lisa is Leonardo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vinci&lt;/span&gt; because they study the drawing and and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Norris&lt;/span&gt; that it look like him in the drawing and it was identical to him  and it was very special to him because he tuck it were he went he went. I mostly think is a portrait  because he wanted to draw him as a girl and make him self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;famous&lt;/span&gt; and people to wonder about the drawing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-8003527098686146594?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/8003527098686146594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=8003527098686146594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/8003527098686146594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/8003527098686146594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/11/lisening-passege.html' title='Lisening Passege'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-8430387080979841582</id><published>2008-11-21T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:33:47.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Character Unit Introe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;       My character changes throughout the book mostly because at the first he got kill he wasn't thinking about getting revenge because he was thinking if he was going to die or not and mostly he was thing that he just pee on him self.But like at the middle of the story he was wondering in stores when he saw saw the man with the yellow shows from the other night when he saw him  he was so angry  that it sounded  like wanted to tortured him to deaf he wanted revenge.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-8430387080979841582?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/8430387080979841582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=8430387080979841582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/8430387080979841582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/8430387080979841582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/11/character-unit-introe.html' title='Character Unit Introe'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-4832656758138415062</id><published>2008-11-17T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:31:51.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Character Unit Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Do people ever really change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://www.fight-drug-addiction.com/17981-Tacklingdrugslogo1_redbox.jpg” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.fight-drug-addiction.com/17981-Tacklingdrugslogo1_redbox.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;People couldn't change  of the problems they are in to.For example for some people is very difficult to solve there problems because there addictive to something thing.  Problems are different to solve. Like this girl i know is addictive to drugs and can't live without drugs. Every time he tray's to end he don't last long without drugs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-4832656758138415062?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/4832656758138415062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=4832656758138415062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/4832656758138415062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/4832656758138415062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/11/character-unit-intro.html' title='Character Unit Intro'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-3987262583196559060</id><published>2008-11-11T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:23:31.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Reader Response 5</title><content type='html'>The after life&lt;br /&gt;by gary Soto&lt;br /&gt;page(33-48)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 153px; HEIGHT: 138px" height="236" src="http://www.sd68.k12.il.us/schools/orchard/LMC/afterlife.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuy was walking in the mall we he saw the man with the yellow shows from the other night the man that stab him two times the one that has kill him. Chuy was so mad wen he saw him he started to breath in him with his cold breath the man with the yellow shows cold fill his presence Chuy keep on breathing on him. The man saw the cops and started to run wen he saw a gurbish bag he put the niff with Chuy blood was from the day he kill him. Chuy kept on following the man with the yellow shows and and herd him talking to this men call Fausto he kinda of remembers this boy from middle school how use to bully the kids and take there money until one day he bully this boy that was good at marshal arts and bit him up. Her follow the man to his house were he saw his that the were allot of bicycles that were stolen and then saw Fauto the boy from middle school he luck different overweight there the two mans started fighting Chuy her that the man with the yellow shows was name Chuy and him later on he left. He went to see this girl that he liked there he started to notes that he was fating away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-3987262583196559060?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/3987262583196559060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=3987262583196559060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/3987262583196559060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/3987262583196559060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-life-by-gary-soto-page33-48-chuy.html' title='Reader Response 5'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-5653748040713363981</id><published>2008-11-11T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:23:51.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Election Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 126px; HEIGHT: 117px" height="307" src="http://whoisbarackobama.name/who-is-barack-obama.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama was elected president of the united states. He has made history! Barack Obama is the first African American that have been elected as presidents of the Unites States. He also won Pennsylvania and Virginia also Florida and Ohio i woes so surprise. Obama spend time with young people in politic and care about them. And care about young votes. I am rely happy that Obama won because he luck very confident in him self and luck like he cares about us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-5653748040713363981?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/5653748040713363981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=5653748040713363981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/5653748040713363981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/5653748040713363981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/11/barack-obama-was-elected-president-of.html' title='Election Reflection'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-7363409468320145789</id><published>2008-11-09T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:49:06.737-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Reader Response 4</title><content type='html'>The after life&lt;br /&gt;Gary Soto&lt;br /&gt;page (22-32)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 106px" height="394" src="http://www.sd68.k12.il.us/schools/orchard/LMC/afterlife.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police car was taking him to a building were they went in there was this man a woman and little kid the police was very strict with him they were cursing to him and more telling him that "this is the last visit we are going you the next time we are going to take you."He was very scare. chuy saw in the news paper a picture of him that he had die in a bathroom he was high school student and more he started to cry because he saw that his carnal or his friend angel had written some thing he was starting to cry. He wanted to go visit him so he went but the wine was so hard that tuck him to china town were he saw some borrachos so me drunk man's and the dug he saw before. the wine blew again and tuck him in the direction were angels house was the he saw his best friends crying in the yard. He call angel out but he couldn't here him angel cold fill his presence and said what the hell he couldn't understand that he is seen his best friend chuy was so inpatient because he couldn't talk. Angel was telling him how he misses him and all the memo rice that he remembers wen use to like that girl from room34 name Maya Ramirez and fight over her because she had smile at one of the.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-7363409468320145789?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/7363409468320145789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=7363409468320145789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/7363409468320145789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/7363409468320145789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-life-gary-soto-page-22-40-police.html' title='Reader Response 4'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-3436784606844783634</id><published>2008-10-31T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:55:34.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>ONE STORMY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One stormy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 161px; HEIGHT: 194px" height="240" src="http://www.aboutshanghai.com/imgs/dark-streets-safe.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        There was a girl name Maria in Mexico she was that Cain of girl that that likes scaring people every time she saw somebody she all ways snick back and scare them one day there was this old woman that she all ways scare she had hart problems and one Stormy day she was so sick and tire then maria went in back of her and and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bu,bu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suddenly&lt;/span&gt; fell in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Flore&lt;/span&gt; maria was like what happening and felt so scare she just ran and ran she never came back and people say that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spirit&lt;/span&gt; of the woman be hunting in stormy day colling out for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maria maria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-3436784606844783634?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/3436784606844783634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=3436784606844783634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/3436784606844783634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/3436784606844783634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-stormy-day.html' title='ONE STORMY DAY'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-4412699718714009205</id><published>2008-10-17T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:23:14.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Reader Response 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Afterlife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Gary Soto&lt;br /&gt;pages read (7-22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 114px; HEIGHT: 117px" height="268" src="http://www.sd68.k12.il.us/schools/orchard/LMC/afterlife.jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Ring, ring....the phone rang they were calling Chuy parents in Mexico. Chuy was thinking how his parent are going to act wen they her that he is dead that his mom will be screaming at the phone caring for him and his dad just the in the coach craing.he couldn't understand what was going on he was a ghost and couldn't talk arown people if he talk hill trow some cold are and if he tray to brave something his hand pass trow it.Chuy was passing buy a st. and saw a police man holding a cholo. the police could fill his presence the man cold see him the cop was inprece. later on the cop let the cholo free. theradio cop picked up the call the cop he was in a hurry and the police man told chuy to go in the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-4412699718714009205?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/4412699718714009205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=4412699718714009205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/4412699718714009205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/4412699718714009205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/10/reader-response-3.html' title='Reader Response 3'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-4389294578414084036</id><published>2008-10-15T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T04:31:11.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>blog post #2(Title "Reading Reaponse: Question)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obama Counts on the Youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAT QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;Why every on is so mad and scare about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; economic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=":d8" dir="ltr"&gt;Why do young peoples vote matter a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; train to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;persuade&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKINNY QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;What are they talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; came to &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Michigan?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why dose he lucks so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-4389294578414084036?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/4389294578414084036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=4389294578414084036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/4389294578414084036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/4389294578414084036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post-2title-reading-reaponse.html' title='blog post #2(Title &quot;Reading Reaponse: Question)'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-7788852631298477860</id><published>2008-10-15T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T06:37:09.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Post #1:Titled 'RAFT:This Land Is Your Land'</title><content type='html'>Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;How does the information in the box "A Day in the life (of me!)" help the understand the article?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The information in the box help he understand the story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;  by explaining  what she doses in her day and like at what time she eats. I think she is very healthy  and strong because she stretch and eat two  times a day. She mostly have a normal life she plays guitar and did most things we do but I think I wont survive there without T.V and more, without all of that technology i will get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-7788852631298477860?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/7788852631298477860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=7788852631298477860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/7788852631298477860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/7788852631298477860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-1titled-raftthis-land-is-your-land.html' title='Post #1:Titled &apos;RAFT:This Land Is Your Land&apos;'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-3661618322984845271</id><published>2008-10-08T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:24:57.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Reader Response 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The afterlife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Gary Soto&lt;br /&gt;pages read (7-15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; HEIGHT: 117px" height="475" src="http://www.sd68.k12.il.us/schools/orchard/LMC/afterlife.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Time pass and suddenly a man came in and got so scare he went outside swimming Julio Julio like he was the on hurt. Julio came and call the ambulance , the ambulance came and toke his body. The police came and talk to the manager and said am sorry.I think they close the place so they cold investigate. Chuy felt were like if he was flying he cold touch the selling he was not mad at no one not even with the man with yellow shows. What I think is going to happen next is that he is going to try to get revenge .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-3661618322984845271?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/3661618322984845271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=3661618322984845271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/3661618322984845271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/3661618322984845271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/10/reader-response-2.html' title='Reader Response 2'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496893475262665057.post-3774969438484063111</id><published>2008-10-07T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:48:44.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Reader Response 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The afterlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by Gary Soto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;page read (1-7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 185px; height: 153px;" src="http://www.sd68.k12.il.us/schools/orchard/LMC/afterlife.jpg" height="475" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My book is about this boy that has a ordinary life like most of the teens in high school go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;party's&lt;/span&gt; ,club's and more. It was a special day for him because he was going to spend time with Rachel, this girl he likes. He was going out to dance that day with her. He was so ready to go but then some thing different happen he wanted to go to the bathroom. But he didn't know that he was going to get kill. They stab him in his stomach and know he is waiting for somebody to help him but he doesn't hurt or nothing he fells like nothing have happened.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496893475262665057-3774969438484063111?l=maria802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/feeds/3774969438484063111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8496893475262665057&amp;postID=3774969438484063111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/3774969438484063111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496893475262665057/posts/default/3774969438484063111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maria802.blogspot.com/2008/10/reader-response-1.html' title='Reader Response 1'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00541932981832658605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
