<?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-8803113163143619127</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:28:27.527-04:00</updated><category term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Coraima's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-6686844247236357948</id><published>2009-05-08T09:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:46:13.215-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Thesis of My Documentary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The social issue that I am addressing is improving all of our local sports facilities.  Including parks, gyms, etc.  The message of this issue is to persuade the mayor to improve our sports facilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-6686844247236357948?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/6686844247236357948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=6686844247236357948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/6686844247236357948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/6686844247236357948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/05/thesis-of-my-documentary.html' title='Thesis of My Documentary'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-1238016465629568499</id><published>2009-04-22T11:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:14:28.584-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Blog Critique</title><content type='html'>A Tree Grows In Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;Betty Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book A Tree Grows In Brooklyn is about a young girl named Francie and her little brother Neely growing up in Brooklyn during 1902-1919.  Francie and Neely go through poverty and a lot of hard times growing up.  This book made me realize that we have life easier now then people like Francie and Neely did back then.  This book is also about how terrible and great life was back then.   Francie made life through her  eyes fun until she grew up and understood that life wasn't as great as she planned it was when she was a child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book reminds me of To Kill A Mocking Bird because it shows me that not only African-Americans went through hard times but everyone was equal because they all went through hard times.  In this book all of the children go through rough and hard times in school and growing up in general.  In To Kill A Mocking Bird the children got through the same things with having to drop out of school to help their family around the house, to clean and grow food for themselves and others, and learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest part of this book to me was when Francie and Neely's dad Johnny died.  The was very sick for 8 months straight from January- July and then he got better for three weeks then he got sick from August- December and he died on December 25th, 1915 at age 34. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely would recommend this book to everyone  because honestly it is one of the greatest books I've ever read.  The book explains years of the children's childhood to when they get into their tween years.  This book will show everyone just as it showed me that we have life easier then those who actually lived during 1902-1919 because they went through poverty and only certain people where allowed to work, and only certain were allowed to vote while others stood in the background  watching and wishing that their life were easier.  This book is worth five stars and it was wonderful to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-1238016465629568499?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/1238016465629568499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=1238016465629568499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/1238016465629568499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/1238016465629568499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-critique.html' title='Blog Critique'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-9217022622801207325</id><published>2009-04-19T15:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:54:14.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Reading Response # 22</title><content type='html'>A Tree Grows In Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;Betty Smith&lt;br /&gt;Page 131- Page 286&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         In the past two days I've read my book club book from school A Tree Grows In Brooklyn.  Everyone said that this book was a great book.  I didn't believe because I'm into the mysterious-weird types of books that have amazing twists but this book bend my book types.  I enjoy reading this book so much.  It shows me that if we think that life is hard now it was way harder in 1902-1919.  We go through better things then the people lived then did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          What they considered expensive back then we consider it cheap now.  But we must remember it was expensive to those who had to work as hard as they could possibly imagine and we get money given to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            This book takes place in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.  The protagonist is Francie Nolan(really Mary Francie Nolan).  And there is only one Antagonist that comes into the book when Francie is 14 years old that tries to rape her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Before Francie was born her grandmother and mother had a personal mom to mom-to-be talk.  Katie is Francie's mom and Mary is Katie's mom.  Mary tells Katie that everyday before her children went to sleep she must read them a page from one of Shakespeare's plays and a page from the Protestant Bible even if she didn't understand all of the words.  KAtie did that exactly when she had Francie and Neely (Francie's Little Brother).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              A lot happens in this book but it's a grat book.  I wait to see what happens next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-9217022622801207325?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/9217022622801207325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=9217022622801207325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/9217022622801207325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/9217022622801207325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/04/tree-grows-in-brookyn.html' title='Reading Response # 22'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-2067213402775314464</id><published>2009-03-31T11:37:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:22:47.932-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>A Tree Grows In Brooklyn</title><content type='html'>Living life in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;Isn't what you think&lt;br /&gt;A tree grows in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;People fall down&lt;br /&gt;It ain't what we want or what we talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life is hard&lt;br /&gt;No one knows how it is&lt;br /&gt;A tree grows in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;If you were me and I were you&lt;br /&gt;You'd know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;Isn't what you think&lt;br /&gt;A tree grows in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;People fall down&lt;br /&gt;It ain't what we want or what we talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You this is just fun and games&lt;br /&gt;1902-1919 it ain't fun at all&lt;br /&gt;Poverty&lt;br /&gt;Living on the street&lt;br /&gt;It ain't what you think it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;Isn't what you think&lt;br /&gt;A tree grows in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;People fall down&lt;br /&gt;It ain't what we want or what we talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live life&lt;br /&gt;Work hard&lt;br /&gt;Play nice&lt;br /&gt;Get along&lt;br /&gt;A tree grows in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;Isn't what you think&lt;br /&gt;People get shot&lt;br /&gt;People fall down&lt;br /&gt;It ain't what we want or what we talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tree grows in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;It taught us a lot&lt;br /&gt;It went from a seed&lt;br /&gt;To the tallest thing&lt;br /&gt;That that grew in Brooklyn taught us everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live life&lt;br /&gt;Work hard&lt;br /&gt;Play nice&lt;br /&gt;Get along&lt;br /&gt;A tree grows in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;Isn't what you think&lt;br /&gt;People get shot&lt;br /&gt;People fall down&lt;br /&gt;It ain't what we want or what we talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tree grows in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;It taught us a lot&lt;br /&gt;It went from a seed&lt;br /&gt;To the tallest thing&lt;br /&gt;That that grew in Brooklyn taught us everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live life&lt;br /&gt;Work hard&lt;br /&gt;Play nice&lt;br /&gt;Get along&lt;br /&gt;A tree grows in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live life&lt;br /&gt; Work hard&lt;br /&gt; Play nice&lt;br /&gt; Get along&lt;br /&gt; A tree grows in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tree Grows In Brooklyn is the name of this song&lt;br /&gt;Word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nolandgrab.org/images/BIB-Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 326px;" src="http://www.nolandgrab.org/images/BIB-Tree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-2067213402775314464?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/2067213402775314464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=2067213402775314464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/2067213402775314464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/2067213402775314464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/03/tree-grows-in-brooklyn.html' title='A Tree Grows In Brooklyn'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-3220917097552478249</id><published>2009-03-29T17:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:40:34.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Choice Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday, March 28th, 2009 Dwayne Johnson hosted the 2009 Kids Choice Award.  The KCA had live preformances by the Jonas Brothers, and the Pussy Cat Dolls.  The show all started with Dwayne Johnson flying in.  After that they pretty much got into the awards.  Jack Black was nominated Favorite Animated Movie Voice.  The Tiwlight Series won Favorite Book.  Jesse McCartney was voted Favorite Male Singer.  Miley Cyrus was nominated Favorite Female Singer.  This years KCA could have been better.  When Justin timberlake was the host in I believe 2006 it was the best KCA ever!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-3220917097552478249?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/3220917097552478249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=3220917097552478249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/3220917097552478249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/3220917097552478249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-choice-award.html' title='Kids Choice Award'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-307515837709140252</id><published>2009-02-12T10:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:40:08.259-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Hyperbole of My Dog</title><content type='html'>Little Girl is my dog.&lt;br /&gt;She sleeps like a log.&lt;br /&gt;She has a huge mouth,&lt;br /&gt;And eats like a hog&lt;br /&gt;In her excitement&lt;br /&gt;Her tail is a whip times ten.&lt;br /&gt;When she sees food&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes start to spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some examples of hyperboles are she sleeps like log, and eats like a hog, her tail is a whip times ten, her eyes start to spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the poet Autumn Jones used these hyperboles because she wanted to give us an image about how her dog reacts to food when she is being feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#49aade;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#49aade;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-307515837709140252?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/307515837709140252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=307515837709140252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/307515837709140252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/307515837709140252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/02/hyperbole-of-my-dog.html' title='Hyperbole of My Dog'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-7971174629038046973</id><published>2009-02-09T10:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:29:35.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Red Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red Cross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Jessica Rawls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she is&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Fisher on the steps of the Red Cross&lt;br /&gt;She sleeps there, you know&lt;br /&gt;"The dog who jumps in the sea loses his bone!" she&lt;br /&gt;    shouts&lt;br /&gt;We laugh, my friends and I, and swiftly walk by&lt;br /&gt;I notice a tear form in the crack of her eye&lt;br /&gt;I went to her one day at the steps of the Red Cross&lt;br /&gt;She sleeps there, you know&lt;br /&gt;The day after she smelled of shoes&lt;br /&gt;The skin of her face looked as if it were peeled, dried or&lt;br /&gt;    fried around her cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Probably from crying&lt;br /&gt;Crying, she pulled me down and whispered in my ear&lt;br /&gt;"When a butterfly is pinned down a stream of time&lt;br /&gt;stops"&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and shuddered because her breath&lt;br /&gt;    smelled like moldy&lt;br /&gt;Porkchops&lt;br /&gt;I smiled&lt;br /&gt;Gave her a dollar&lt;br /&gt;And left.&lt;br /&gt;I went home and asked my mother about the woman&lt;br /&gt;    always on the steps of the&lt;br /&gt;Red Cross&lt;br /&gt;She sleeps there, you know&lt;br /&gt;She said her name was Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself that Vanessa means butterfly&lt;br /&gt;I heard she was crazy, my mom said&lt;br /&gt;I ran upstairs and called the police,&lt;br /&gt;"There's a woman on the steps of the Red Cross&lt;br /&gt;She sleeps there, you know"&lt;br /&gt;The police went&lt;br /&gt;They looked&lt;br /&gt;She was asleep to the point where she couldn't open her&lt;br /&gt;    eyes&lt;br /&gt;It surprised me&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Fisher&lt;br /&gt;"When a butterfly is pinned down..."&lt;br /&gt;Her stream of time stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The mood of the poem to me is confusion, misunderstood, and depressing because  in the poem it says she slept there you know and that is kind of depressing because that means that she is homeless I guess.  I think that the poet wrote this poem with these moods because she wanted us to see that the lady that slept on the Red Cross was misunderstood and that confused a lot of the people that saw her.&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/8803113163143619127-7971174629038046973?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/7971174629038046973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=7971174629038046973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/7971174629038046973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/7971174629038046973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Red Cross'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-2716273819758287353</id><published>2009-02-06T09:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:40:45.038-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Poetry Response: Bronx Masquerade</title><content type='html'>The poem Bruised Love makes me feel like this girl Chankara Troupe has seen and gone through a lot of problems happen in relationships and she is sick and tired of seeing girls get hurt.  This poem makes you take the time and think the types of girls that get hurt are the type of girls that let themselves get hurt.  I think that the message of this poem is that girls should really take care of themselves and not let their boyfriends hit them because that shows who they really are.  If you see that your boyfriend gives you a lot of souvenirs you know that they hit you for little things and if you see that he barely hits you that is how you know that he doesn't mean to hit you but you just really got him mad at you.  No I can not relate to this poem at all because I&lt;br /&gt; don't let people hit me because that shows them that  they can hit us all of the time and they will continue to hit you if you don't show them that they can't hit you and you give them the satisfactory of hitting you all of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-2716273819758287353?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/2716273819758287353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=2716273819758287353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/2716273819758287353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/2716273819758287353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/02/poetry-response-bronx-masquerade_06.html' title='Poetry Response: Bronx Masquerade'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-5814418765975717775</id><published>2009-02-05T10:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:42:51.617-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Poetry Response: Bronx Masquerade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Open Mike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attendance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;By: Tyrone Bittings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like this poem because he talks about everyday life.  Tyrone makes this poem sound like he is saying this poem out of frustration or rage because he says that his dad got shot and died.  He also talks about how we should celebrate living our lives the right way today.  I feel like he also says that we should celebrate our futures because once we find ours we can't change it.  Tyrone talks about where he lives.  This reminds me of a song called "California Love" by Tupac and another song called "Chicago" by Carl Sandburg that talk about where they live and what they feel about their home towns (or in Tyrone's place his block).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8803113163143619127-5814418765975717775?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/5814418765975717775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=5814418765975717775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5814418765975717775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5814418765975717775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/02/poetry-response-bronx-masquerade.html' title='Poetry Response: Bronx Masquerade'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-6394072046892138366</id><published>2009-02-03T12:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:23:29.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Stopping by the Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Times-Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whose woods these are I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;His house is in the village though;&lt;br /&gt;He will not see me stopping here&lt;br /&gt;To watch his woods fill up with snow.&lt;br /&gt;My little horse must think it queer&lt;br /&gt;To stop without a farmhouse near &lt;br /&gt;Between the woods and frozen lake &lt;br /&gt;The darkest evening of the year.&lt;br /&gt;He gives his harness bells a shake&lt;br /&gt;To ask if there is some mistake. &lt;br /&gt;The only other sound's the sweep&lt;br /&gt;Of easy wind and downy flake.&lt;br /&gt;The woods are lovely, dark and deep, &lt;br /&gt;But I have promises to keep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times-Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;And miles to go before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The mood that this poem creates is the mood of depression and the feeling that he is tired.  The other types of poetic devices that Robert Frost are rhythm, rhyme, repetition, and alliteration.  I think that Robert Frost repeated the last line twice to get his point across and i think that his point is that he is tired but there are way more important things to do before he goes to sleep.  I think that the speaker is feeling tired because and depressed because he says that he has miles to go before he goes to sleep and he just wants to travel those miles before he goes to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-6394072046892138366?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/6394072046892138366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=6394072046892138366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/6394072046892138366'/><link 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center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A free bird leaps on the back of the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and floats downstream till the current ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;can seldom see through his bars of rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The caged bird sings with a fearful trill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;of things unknown but longed for still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and his tune is heard on the distant hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for the caged bird sings of freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The free bird thinks of another breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The caged bird sings with a fearful trill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;of things unknown but longed for still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and his tune is heard on the distant hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for the caged bird sings of freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The inferences that I can make about this poem are that the poet Maya Angelou is comparing this bird to life. I can infer that because she says that the world is waiting for this "bird" to spread his wings and fly. She wants him to fly for everything he wants and everything he believes in.&lt;br /&gt;The best word to describe this poem would have to be excitement because Maya Angelou is telling this "bird" all of the possibilities he has waiting for him and if he tries to spread his wings and fly. She is telling him that if he wants to he could achieve anything that he wants to by trying his all and never giving up what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of this poem to me is that when you want something really bad don't let it go too fast because when you lose your meaning in life you lose everything you stand for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-5811342884819436660?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/5811342884819436660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=5811342884819436660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5811342884819436660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5811342884819436660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-why-caged-bird-sings.html' title='I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-7732164969691742565</id><published>2009-01-29T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:53:25.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Why...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   I don't understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why there is terrorism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why the sky is blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why the highest number is infinity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why there is Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But most of all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why there is war &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why you must be over 35 to be president &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why some people don't believe in aliens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why the Twin Towers had to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I do understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why plants help us&lt;br /&gt;why people look the way they do&lt;br /&gt;why we go to school&lt;br /&gt;why there is music&lt;/span&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/8803113163143619127-7732164969691742565?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/7732164969691742565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=7732164969691742565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/7732164969691742565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/7732164969691742565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/01/why.html' title='Why...'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-3244777143504933312</id><published>2009-01-29T10:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:38:06.849-05:00</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'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/22/New_York_City_at_night_HDR.jpg/800px-New_York_City_at_night_HDR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 529px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/22/New_York_City_at_night_HDR.jpg/800px-New_York_City_at_night_HDR.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night &lt;/span&gt;means that once you die you can't go back to living.  So you must live your life and know that death is coming so when it does you are not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The mood that Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night&lt;/span&gt; sets the mood of depression and fury.  For example, in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; poem it says " Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light," and that means that you are getting older and your young days are over.  Once your time comes to permanently leave to&lt;br /&gt;give it a fight and not to die that easy.&lt;br /&gt;I think that the poet uses poetic devices because he want s to get his point across.  The other two poetic devices the poet uses in this poem are simile and metaphor.  The meaning of simile is comparing two different objects using the words like or as.  Metaphor means comparing two different objects without using the words like or as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8803113163143619127-3244777143504933312?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/3244777143504933312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=3244777143504933312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/3244777143504933312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/3244777143504933312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night.html' title='Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-7006010767917082794</id><published>2009-01-27T19:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:18:09.849-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Recognition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The wonderful poem below was written by a fellow classmate of mine named Ana.  I re-wrote it in my blog to show you how well she did with her Barack Obama poem.  Keep on rocking Ana.  Great Job with your poem.  I personally love it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Power of Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The power of change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We have the power to change the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to change our minds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to think different this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Since we have change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we have hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we have faith ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all around the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We don't judge a book by its cover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just because is old damage or it has a color that you don't like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The color could be ugly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but the words help you change the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Open your eyes ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;see through what people don't see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Open your ears and hear him ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like you hear a white mans speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE POWER OF CHANGE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-7006010767917082794?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/7006010767917082794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=7006010767917082794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/7006010767917082794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/7006010767917082794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/01/recognition.html' title='Recognition'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-6305478886373283286</id><published>2009-01-27T18:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:47:10.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.pyzam.com/img/funnypics/animals/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 460px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.pyzam.com/img/funnypics/animals/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/8803113163143619127-6305478886373283286?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/6305478886373283286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=6305478886373283286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/6305478886373283286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/6305478886373283286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/01/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-7193882616970525009</id><published>2009-01-27T18:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:45:43.780-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Friends 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This picture will say a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But only means one thing to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wondercomments.com/friends/friends_comment_04.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-7193882616970525009?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/7193882616970525009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=7193882616970525009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/7193882616970525009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/7193882616970525009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends-2.html' title='Friends 2'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-2747547668474564187</id><published>2009-01-27T18:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:43:05.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/QUOMAG/M175~Good-Friends-Are-Like-Stars-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 461px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 438px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/QUOMAG/M175~Good-Friends-Are-Like-Stars-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-2747547668474564187?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/2747547668474564187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=2747547668474564187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/2747547668474564187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/2747547668474564187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-8492764834132877049</id><published>2009-01-27T18:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:32:12.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Hug For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u149/Margie077/hg0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px" alt="" src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u149/Margie077/hg0301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Big Hug For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Would be like feeding a monkey a banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So kind and thoughtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You put a lot of thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Into what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And in what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You arrange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rearrange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you rethink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To make everything PERFECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This bear will tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I can't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So will you please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be my valentine today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-8492764834132877049?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/8492764834132877049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=8492764834132877049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/8492764834132877049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/8492764834132877049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-hug-for-you.html' title='A Big Hug For You'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-3487451101113799822</id><published>2009-01-27T12:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:10:56.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>The Day My World Ended</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 523px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1366/680170237_193c9d1c5e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thought that this would never happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You were my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I thought that it would stay that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The world was never the same after this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wasn't allowed to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They said I was to young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But smarter then I looked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was furious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;About the way it happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was like a twisted tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So bizarre and strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But now you are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And that demon danced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right above where you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I should have been there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To pull her idiotic pigtails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Out of her scalp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She danced and danced right above your wooden bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She tapped and knocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But you didn't answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She thought that you would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But since you didn't she took advantage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When she was finished &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She started to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then they asked her what was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She didn't answer at first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But then she murmured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Tio is gone and never got to say goodbye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then they asked her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Then why did dance over his grave"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And she answered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Because I want to be there too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I want to die and say goodbye to him"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But she can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just imagine how it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To lose the one you love the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is sort of diturbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In a heart breaking way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rest In Peace dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have good and peaceful dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lumiere.ens.fr/~alphapsy/blog/images/frowning.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-3487451101113799822?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1366/680170237_193c9d1c5e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-5318479778605058948</id><published>2009-01-26T17:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:19:58.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The child is grown, and puts away childish things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Edna St. Vincent Millay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And yet, to say the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;reason and love keep little company together nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Act III, Scene i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Personal affection is a luxury you can have only after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;all your enemies are eliminated.  Until then, everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you love is a hostage, sapping your courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and corrupting your judgement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Orson Scott Card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Empire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-5318479778605058948?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/5318479778605058948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=5318479778605058948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5318479778605058948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5318479778605058948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/01/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-6267113814764949975</id><published>2009-01-26T17:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:34:48.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response # 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Title of Book: &lt;em&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Author of Book: Stephenie Meyer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pages Read: Page 500- Page 600&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs26/f/2008/163/b/b/Breaking_Dawn_Cover_Desktop_by_IrishEyes2490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 674px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px" alt="" src="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs26/f/2008/163/b/b/Breaking_Dawn_Cover_Desktop_by_IrishEyes2490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Dont' be afraid," I murmured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"We belong together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was abruptly overwhelmed by the truth of my own words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This moment was so perfect, so right, there was no way to doubt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;His arms wrapped around me, holding me against him... It felt like every nerve in my body was a live wire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Forever," he agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That was the blurb of the book &lt;em&gt;Breaking Dawn.  That is important because Bella and Edward get married and go on their honeymoon.  But that is difficult because they have physical contact and they end up having a baby together.  They decide to name the baby Renesme as in Renee(Bella's mom) and Esme(Edward's mom) Carlie as in Carlisle(Edward's father) and Charlie(Bella's father) Cullen.  The baby is very rare.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She has a gift of showing you what she is trying to tell you.  Literally.  She can talk but she just rather show you.  She isn't all vampire or all human.  Renesme is half  and half.  Half vampire and Half human.  She has Bella's chocolate brown eyes, Edward's bronze color hair, Charlie's curls, and Edward's skin.  Renesme grows at in incredible pace.  By one month she looks like a tall five year old or a short six year old.  Renesme is very smart.  When Bella tries to read her stories(not the picture book type) she sometimes takes the book from her and starts reading the book.  She is very INTELLIGENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-6267113814764949975?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/6267113814764949975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=6267113814764949975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Said It Wouldn't But It Did</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They Said It Wouldn't But It Did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They said this terrible things would never happen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two very important things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Twin Towers stood proud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the Titanic could swim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But these precious things came to an end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The towers fell downAnd the ship sunk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They thought that it would tear us apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But that just made us stronger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We learned from our mistakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That helped stay united&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say it wouldn't but it did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We planned our moves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We preformed them in synchronization&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We won and lost a couple of things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say it wouldn't but it did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They said he wouldn't become president&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But look at where he's at&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He has proven them wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say it wouldn't but it did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He has lightened our burden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He has shown us the way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was proven as worhty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say he couldn't but he did&lt;/strong&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/8803113163143619127-3906424705710635820?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/3906424705710635820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=3906424705710635820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/3906424705710635820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/3906424705710635820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-said-it-wouldnt-but-it-did.html' title='They Said It Wouldn&apos;t But It Did'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-7027307898299170141</id><published>2009-01-26T09:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:08:34.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>They Said He Couldn't But He Did</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Grew up in hard neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have respect&lt;br /&gt;But then he ran for President of the United States&lt;br /&gt;He had a good campaign&lt;br /&gt;He was not ashamed of his past&lt;br /&gt;He used it to push himself ahead&lt;br /&gt;He is not ashamed&lt;br /&gt;But he played a fair game&lt;br /&gt;His words&lt;br /&gt;His life&lt;br /&gt;Based on hope and change&lt;br /&gt;That said that he couldn't&lt;br /&gt;But look at what he did&lt;br /&gt;He made it this far&lt;br /&gt;And now he is on the presidents wall of fame&lt;br /&gt;He says that will change the way we live today&lt;br /&gt;But not everyone believed him&lt;br /&gt;They said he couldn't but he did&lt;br /&gt;Now look at what he has done&lt;br /&gt;He is the first left handed president&lt;br /&gt;That may not be important&lt;br /&gt;But on his side he has one&lt;br /&gt;That helps him stand out&lt;br /&gt;And it helps him fit in&lt;br /&gt;They said he couldn't but he did&lt;br /&gt;He did a great job&lt;br /&gt;Running his campaign&lt;br /&gt;They said he couldn't but he did&lt;br /&gt;Now he lives in the White House&lt;br /&gt;And counts a lot&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;They said you couldn't but you did&lt;br /&gt;Now he did his fair share&lt;br /&gt;He did all he could&lt;br /&gt;And now he is at the top&lt;br /&gt;John McCain did great&lt;br /&gt;But not as good&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama did what he should&lt;br /&gt;Now he is President of the United States&lt;br /&gt;They said he couldn't but he did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-7027307898299170141?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-37306438583400279</id><published>2009-01-26T08:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:09:27.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Piece of Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last week the 8th grade took the state wide ELA test. Some thought that it was hard. But out of the three books the second one was the easiest and the third one was the hardest. Some people in my class didn't get to finish and that just made me wonder 'Did they try s hard as they say?' The only answer to my question is another question. "Did you give it 100%?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would have said yes. But now that I think about that test was a piece of cake. Hopefully that cake tastes good. Because if it did I will pass the 8th grade and continue on to high school and then on to college. the test could have been a little harder but that is just me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am so extatic that this test was the last ELA test that I would have to take if I pass. Wow what a great test to begin the new year. Seriously I think that the test makers slcked off just a little bit becasue last year the 8th graders thought that their state test was hard. This years test was as easy as 1 2 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But maybe that is because this 8th grade is and always will be the smartest 8th graders that 339 has had in the year of 2009. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You. But the teachers we have are awesome. So great job Ms.Johns, Ms.Levine, Ms.Kaelin, Mr.Blanchard, and Mr.Goldsmith. You guys and ladies have helped us a lot. So this is our thanks to you as the class of 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-37306438583400279?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/37306438583400279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=37306438583400279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/37306438583400279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/37306438583400279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/01/piece-of-cake.html' title='Piece of Cake'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-6702654259296132396</id><published>2009-01-23T09:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:10:39.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Inaugural Poem Response</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think that the poem &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Praise Song for the Day &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span class="italic"&gt;written and recited by Elizabeth Alexander means that we should be ecstatic about our new America. Now that Barack Obama is our new president we should praise that everything is going to change. Barack Obama is going to be a great president and he is going to help us change everything because if he has come this far and has given us hope why in the world would he let us down now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This poem makes me feel like Elizabeth Alexander wants us to see how eveything is going to change soon. For example, she states in the poem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We cross dirt roads and highways that markthe will of some one and then others,&lt;br /&gt;who said I need to see what’s on the other side&lt;br /&gt;I know there’s something better down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to find a place where we are safe.&lt;br /&gt;We walk into that which we cannot yet see.&lt;br /&gt;Say it plain: that many have died for this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,&lt;br /&gt;who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges,&lt;br /&gt;picked the cotton and the lettuce,&lt;br /&gt;built brick by brick the glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tells me that she wants no that she knows that with Barack Obama on our side he will right what was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some of the pharses that I really liked from the poem are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some live by &lt;span class="italic"&gt;love thy neighbor as thyself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others by &lt;span class="italic"&gt;first do no harm&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="italic"&gt;take no more&lt;br /&gt;than you need&lt;/span&gt;. What if the mightiest word is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love beyond marital, filial, national,&lt;br /&gt;love that casts a widening pool of light,&lt;br /&gt;love with no need to pre-empt grievance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air,&lt;br /&gt;any thing can be made, any sentence begun.&lt;br /&gt;On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;praise song for walking forward in that light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="italic"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to me those phrases connect and say to me some people learn to accept each other no matter what is happening between them. Also that love is the most powerful thing in the world and no matter what that will always stay the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="italic"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This poem really relates to Barack Obama and his life because she states in the poem:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That means that people like Martin Luther King Jr., Sojourner Truth, Malcolm X,etc. have died fighting for the future of people like Barack Obama. They fought for the rights for African-Americans to have bright long futures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-6702654259296132396?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/6702654259296132396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=6702654259296132396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/6702654259296132396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/6702654259296132396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/01/inaugural-poem-response.html' title='Inaugural Poem Response'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-2961369214107969770</id><published>2009-01-05T14:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:48:07.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response #20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title of book: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author of book: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pages Read: Page 1 - Page 756&lt;br /&gt;Chapters Read: Chapter 1- Chapter 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The book Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer is a very great book so far. This book is all about romance but with a twist. One because one of the main characters is a vampire. And the other reason is that he is immortal and the life of his life is mortal(which means his heart doesn't beat and hers does). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bella Swan is one of the main characters(she is the one below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightguide.com/tg/wp-content/themes/Aspire/graphics/cat/twilight-comments/bella-swan-twilight.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 99px; height: 196px;" alt="" src="http://twilightguide.com/tg/wp-content/themes/Aspire/graphics/cat/twilight-comments/bella-swan-twilight.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightguide.com/tg/wp-content/themes/Aspire/graphics/cat/twilight-comments/bella-swan-twilight.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 122px; height: 196px;" alt="" src="http://twilightguide.com/tg/wp-content/themes/Aspire/graphics/cat/twilight-comments/bella-swan-twilight.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightguide.com/tg/wp-content/themes/Aspire/graphics/cat/twilight-comments/bella-swan-twilight.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 125px; height: 195px;" alt="" src="http://twilightguide.com/tg/wp-content/themes/Aspire/graphics/cat/twilight-comments/bella-swan-twilight.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightguide.com/tg/wp-content/themes/Aspire/graphics/cat/twilight-comments/bella-swan-twilight.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 144px; height: 196px;" alt="" src="http://twilightguide.com/tg/wp-content/themes/Aspire/graphics/cat/twilight-comments/bella-swan-twilight.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You have to watch read Twilight(or watch the movie), New Moon, And Eclipse in order to know what is going on between Edward and Bella to know how strong their love is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In this book Edward and Bella get married and have a baby girl.  Bella decided to name her Renesme Carlie Cullen(hers and Edward's moms names are Renee and Esme, their fathers names are Charlie and Carlisle and their last name is Cullen).  She has hard skin like Edward, chocolate brown eyes like Bella, Edward's color hair  and Charlie's type of hair(brown and curly). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like Edward Renesme gas a special talent.  She can show you what she is thinking just by putting a hand on you.  Bella also has a special power which is to shield.  Bella can stretch her shield very far from her body and anyone in her shield is protected well enough so that they don't get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Only one problem really happens in this book.  The Volturi(a very powerful coven of ancient vampires) think that Renesme is an immortal child(a new vampire which is a child that was bit and never ages).  Though she is half mortal and half immortal she is non-venomous.  She bites people all of the time and they are still perfectly fine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Another not so big problem happens in the book.  Once Bella became a vampire she and to keep that secret from her father Charlie.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-2961369214107969770?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/2961369214107969770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=2961369214107969770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/2961369214107969770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/2961369214107969770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/01/readers-response-20.html' title='Readers Response #20'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-3509327575334810535</id><published>2009-01-03T14:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:11:59.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response # 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Title of book: &lt;em&gt;Eclipse &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author of book: Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;Pages Read: Page 404- Page 629&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the dead silence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all the details suddenly fell into place for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with a burst of intuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Something Edward didn't want me to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Something Jacob wouldn't have kept frome me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was never going to end, was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-3509327575334810535?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/3509327575334810535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=3509327575334810535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/3509327575334810535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/3509327575334810535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2009/01/readers-response-19.html' title='Readers Response # 19'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-5422243129726816432</id><published>2008-12-30T15:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:12:31.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response # 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Title of book: &lt;em&gt;Eclipse &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author of book:Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;Pages Read: Page 1- Page 404&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fire and Ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some say the world will end in fire,&lt;br /&gt;Some say ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From what I've tasted of desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hold with those who favor fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But if it had to perish twice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think I know enough of hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To say that for destructive ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is also great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And would suffice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Robert Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-5422243129726816432?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/5422243129726816432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=5422243129726816432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5422243129726816432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5422243129726816432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/12/readers-response-18.html' title='Readers Response # 18'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-6887936484956703150</id><published>2008-12-22T10:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:13:17.277-05:00</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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);" &gt;Some of the major themes in To Kill a Mockingbird are racism and justice and equality for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author reveals these themes by showing Atticus taking on the Tom Robinson case because he is black even though he knows that he isn't going to win because black people don't get fair trials in Maycomb, Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the characters will each learn something from the Tom Robinson case. For example, Scout learns that no matter what people tell you keep your head up high and say "Yea whatever those words mean nothing to me." And i think that Jem learned more about Justice for all because he tries to explain it Scout but she doesn't understand it as easily as he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;The lesson that Harper Lee would want me to know by the end of this book would most likely be that no matter your race, no matter your color at the end of the day you are still part of society and no matter what people tell you don't let them bring you down because thos ewho tease you are the ones that hace no self respect for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-6887936484956703150?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/6887936484956703150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=6887936484956703150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/6887936484956703150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/6887936484956703150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/12/themes-in-to-kill-mockingbird.html' title='Themes in To Kill a Mockingbird'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-5756375626720412477</id><published>2008-12-17T08:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:15:08.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response # 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Title of book: &lt;em&gt;New Moon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Author of book: Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pages Read:Page 1- Page &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hese violent delights have voilent ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Which, as they kiss, consume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; knew that they were both mortal danger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Still, in that instant, I felt well. Whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I could feel my heart racing in my chest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the blood pulsing hot and fast thriugh the veins again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My lungs filled deep with the sweet scent that came off his skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was like there had never been any hole in my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was perfect-not healed, but as if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there had never been a wound in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-5756375626720412477?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/5756375626720412477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=5756375626720412477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5756375626720412477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5756375626720412477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/12/readers-response-17.html' title='Readers Response # 17'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-8392202614387369814</id><published>2008-12-15T09:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:44:41.016-05:00</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 are to pay every bit of attention, to get a four, to do acuity at home, and to try to come to Saturday academy.  To keep up with my goals I will read more often and that will improve my reading skills, when I get home I will do all of my homework and then do acuity, If I can read more pages in the book then I plan to I will definitely pay more attention, and to come to Saturday academy I will bother my mom until she says yes.  The hardest question on the test for me would be the vocabulary questions because if  don't get what the word means I tend to ignore it and I tend to get frustrated about not knowing what that word means.  What I can do to improve the questions/ passages/ or Test Books for me would be to read and to think between the lines to try to comprehend what the vocabulary words mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-8392202614387369814?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/8392202614387369814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=8392202614387369814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/8392202614387369814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/8392202614387369814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/12/test-prep-action-plan.html' title='Test Prep Action Plan'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-2699757122674888547</id><published>2008-12-11T09:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:43:44.176-05:00</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="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Some of my biggest accomplishments so far this year in ELA are my memoir entitled"Farewell", my political essay entitled"Who Will Win?", my blog in which you can visit any time by going to the website http://coraima802.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite unit so far has to the Strategy Unit because the five habits that we learned about Activating Schema, Making Predictions, Questioning, Visualizing, and Making Inferences really helped me apply that to everything that I read and that was great for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us using technology in school has really helped because we don't waste as much paper and that has helped the environment because we don't kill as many trees. &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/8803113163143619127-2699757122674888547?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/2699757122674888547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=2699757122674888547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/2699757122674888547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/2699757122674888547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.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>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-2871551428048929188</id><published>2008-12-08T17:33:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:50:16.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response # 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/SU-qpWrBorI/AAAAAAAAAEY/h5bq2eHTW6Q/s1600-h/2658556257_95f801dbd0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/SU-qpWrBorI/AAAAAAAAAEY/h5bq2eHTW6Q/s320/2658556257_95f801dbd0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282628515366281906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Title of book: &lt;em&gt;Twilight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author of book: Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;Pages Read: Page 1 -Page 259&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chapters Read: Chapter 1- Chapter 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           About three things that I was absolutely positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, Edward was a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second, there was a part of him-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        and I didn't know how dominate that part might be&lt;br /&gt;that thirsted for my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in love with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The book &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; by Stephenie Meyer so far is about a girl named Isabella(Bella) Swan that meets a boy named Edward Cullen and they fall passionately in love with each other. The big conflict with their relationship is that Bella is mortal and Edward is immortal because he is a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; The other conflict with their relationship is that Edward is always saying that they can't be together because he was afraid that he might have hurt Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/8803113163143619127-2871551428048929188?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/2871551428048929188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=2871551428048929188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/2871551428048929188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/2871551428048929188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/12/readers-response-16.html' title='Readers Response # 16'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/SU-qpWrBorI/AAAAAAAAAEY/h5bq2eHTW6Q/s72-c/2658556257_95f801dbd0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-483052344452580730</id><published>2008-12-04T17:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:37:15.024-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response # 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Title of book: &lt;em&gt;Why I'm Afraid Of Bees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author of book: R.L. Stine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pages Read: Page 22-Page 44 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why I'm Afraid Of Bees &lt;/em&gt;is a book by R.L. Stine that shows how a ordinary boy named Gary Lutz learns to enjoy and live the life that he lives if not he will have to stay in the body of a bee forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bloglifetime.com/images/blogs/5-2007/urbanites-encouraged-to-keep-bees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-483052344452580730?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/483052344452580730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=483052344452580730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/483052344452580730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/483052344452580730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/12/readers-response-15.html' title='Readers Response # 15'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-681942942831011226</id><published>2008-12-03T17:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:43:17.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response # 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Title of book: &lt;em&gt;Why I'm Afraid of Bees &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author of book: R.L. Stine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pages Read: Page 1-Page 22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why I'm Afraid of Bees&lt;/em&gt; by R.L. Stine is about a boy named Gary Lutz whose body is switched with the body of a bee whil another bit named Dirk Davis controls his body and Dirk Davis's body is controled by a bee. And after the three boys find that out their lives are switched all around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 484px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 700px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/10380000/10385113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8803113163143619127-681942942831011226?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/681942942831011226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=681942942831011226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/681942942831011226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/681942942831011226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/12/readers-response-14.html' title='Readers Response # 14'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-6429269442131788528</id><published>2008-11-26T08:16:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:37:24.394-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response # 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Title of book: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;To Kill a Mocking Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Author of book: Harper Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far in the book &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;To Kill a Mocking Bird&lt;/span&gt; by Harper Lee I have learned about a girl named Scout that has this brother named Jem and a curious friend named Dill, and there are some other fringe characters that make this book so special to so many people. For instance, there is Atticus, there ia Author "Boo" Radley, there is Nathan Radley(Boo's older brother), there is Mr.Radley(Boo's father), and there are also a bunch of other characters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://missdesaire.blog.friendster.com/files/to_kill_a_mocking_bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Mr.Radley died Nathan Radley came to watch over the house and Boo. But I think that Nathan only came to watch over things because he doesn't probably didn't trust Boo all alone by himself in the house. I say this becuase he didn't bother to come live in his dad's house before he died and he probably doesn't trust Boo because of what he did when he was younger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8803113163143619127-6429269442131788528?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/6429269442131788528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=6429269442131788528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/6429269442131788528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/6429269442131788528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/11/readers-response-13.html' title='Readers Response # 13'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-4944037681839703653</id><published>2008-11-25T19:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:16:32.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response # 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tilte of book: &lt;em&gt;Fear Street Nights; Darkest Dawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author of book: R.L. Stine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pages read: Page 130- Page 182&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of my book &lt;em&gt;Fear Street Nights; Darkest Dawn &lt;/em&gt;by R.L.Stine Jamie learns that she has to be careful with who she trusts because now she is in a tight situation in where she is forced to kill all of her five remaining friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she is about to kill her last five remaining friends she has a few tricks left up her sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-4944037681839703653?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/4944037681839703653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=4944037681839703653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/4944037681839703653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/4944037681839703653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/11/readers-response-12.html' title='Readers Response # 12'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-9215869921884622989</id><published>2008-11-24T10:32:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:47:51.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Listening Passage: Mona Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One &lt;/span&gt;of the Mona Lisa's possible identities was that the Mona Lisa was a self portrait of Leonardo da Vinci. For example it a scientist named Dr.Schwartz compared the Mona Lisa to a self portrait of Leonardo da Vinci and found out that the pictures matched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 386px; height: 600px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.harley.com/art/abstract-art/images/%28davinci%29-mona-lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8803113163143619127-9215869921884622989?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/9215869921884622989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=9215869921884622989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/9215869921884622989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/9215869921884622989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/11/listening-passage-mona-lisa.html' title='Listening Passage: Mona Lisa'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-9167470790115521830</id><published>2008-11-21T09:48:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:07:52.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Reader's Response Journal # 11</title><content type='html'>Tile of Book: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Fear Street Nights; Darkest Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Author of Book:&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R.L. Stine&lt;br /&gt;Pages Read: Page 35- page 130&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my book one of the main characters is Jamie. What makes her so important was that she had an accident with a horrible person that was killed named Angelica Fear, and now Jamie was at a flea market with her cousin Dana Fear and she sees this beautiful bracelet and her soon to be boyfriend Lewis stole the bracelet for her and she let him. I disagree with her decision because what is going to happen to her next is going to kill her. If I were in Jamie's situation I would have made Lewis either make him pay for the bracelet or make him go to put it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Richards is a senior for the second time in Shadyside High school. She would have graduated along with her close friend Lewis that they had a situation that they had broken some bones while killing Angelica Fear. In the book Fear Street Nights: The Darkest Dawn R.L. Stine didn't really mention Jamie's physical apperance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n28/n143972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Jamie has changed through out my book because she learned how to be careful in who she trusts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-9167470790115521830?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/9167470790115521830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=9167470790115521830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/9167470790115521830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/9167470790115521830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/11/readers-response-journal-11.html' title='Reader&apos;s Response Journal # 11'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-8637416984785969253</id><published>2008-11-17T14:22:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:00:02.293-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Character Unit Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/5184TRFST7L._SL500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 500px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/5184TRFST7L._SL500_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:  Do people ever really change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that people do change in some specific categories.  But some people change because of a bad thing while others change because of good things.  For example, there was this friend that i have (who will be unknown) that he changed because of the things that started to change around him like  his sister got married and she moved out, they were really close so it was like he had lost his best friend forever.  So he started to behave even better to show his sister that he will always stay and be good (just for her).  Then I had another friend (who will be unknown) that her little sister (that will also be unknown) got everything that she wanted and she got tired of it so she started to act so rudely with everyone.  Then her grades started dropping and she just stopped coming to school for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example for me could be in this book that i read named &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Stranger With My Face &lt;/span&gt;by Lois Duncan that the main character Laurie Stratton changed by learning that she should be careful with the people that she trusts.  For example, she went out with this boy but after a while he started to boss her around more often and told her what to do.  And her twin sister was so nice when they first met (through astral projection-which is when you use your "spirit" to contact someone anywhere in the world) and then after a while her sister started to  turn on her an tried to ruin her life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-8637416984785969253?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/8637416984785969253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=8637416984785969253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/8637416984785969253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/8637416984785969253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/11/character-unit-intro.html' title='Character Unit Intro'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-2438387901661639694</id><published>2008-11-16T13:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:23:35.617-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response # 10</title><content type='html'>Title of book:&lt;em&gt;Fear Street Nights:Darkest Dawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author of book: R.L. Stine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pages Read: Page 3- Page 77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.L. Stine to me is a genius because he writes so many interesting fictional stories abotu monsters, ghosts, e.c.t. He also wrote the fictional book that I am radeing and am hooked to &lt;em&gt;Fear Street Nights: Darkest Dawn. What makes this book so interesting to me is what I read on the back of the book(the blurb).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://www.scholastic.com/goosebumps/images/stinehead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teenreads.com/art/covers/120w/0689878664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://www.teenreads.com/art/covers/120w/0689878664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you can't sleep,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's always NIGHTS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Night People are safe at last. After all the ugly pranks and vicious murders, things have finally returned back to normal. The friends who are left hare trying to forget and move on, taking comfort by meeting up late-night at their old hangout, Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the ancient spirit of Angelica Fear that caused all the trouble. And now she's been destroyed once and for all. Burned in a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it's true that the horror is dead, what did Angelica mean when her voice cried out from the flames?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" The Evil Lives!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-2438387901661639694?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/2438387901661639694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=2438387901661639694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/2438387901661639694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/2438387901661639694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/11/readers-response-10.html' title='Readers Response # 10'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-5210621025753460606</id><published>2008-11-10T17:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:57:34.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response # 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disney-vacation-time.com/img/sleeping-beauty/sleeping-beauty-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 434px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.disney-vacation-time.com/img/sleeping-beauty/sleeping-beauty-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tilte of your book: &lt;em&gt;Disney's Princess Collection-Love&amp;amp;Friendship Stories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author of book: Sarah E. Heller&lt;br /&gt;Pages Read: 17-32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleeping Beauty: The Friendship of Fairies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"In amagical kingdom there lived three kind and gentle fairies: Flpra, Fauna, and Merryweather. Together, they worked to bring forth beauty, happiness, and love. Only by the power of their friendship could they defeat the evil power of their rival, Maleficent. One day after Maleficent cursed the infant Princess Aurora with a powerful spell, the three good fairies secertly conspired to protect the innocent baby." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Maleficent doesn't know anyhthing about love or kindness or the helping others,"Fauna reminded her firends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just by reading the first two paragraphs of the book what can you infer about the three good fairies? What can you infer about the three good fairies rival Maleficent? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I can infer is that the three good fairies really do care about Aurora the infant baby because they eventually start to live the life of four peasents to keep Aurora the infant baby safe and otu of Malefcent's hands reach. To me Maleficent is like the least person in a situation that you would like to see. For example, if your mom gets married with a men and you don't like him in yor situation he can be Maleficent because you might think 'maybe he could snap at any minute.  Maybe he starts to get too abusive.  Maybe he uses your mom as a three months married package and he leaves her and divorces her for no apparent reason.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/how-disney-princess-works-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Happy Holidays &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope that your wishes come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Respect Everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurt No-One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be Someone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-5210621025753460606?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/5210621025753460606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=5210621025753460606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5210621025753460606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5210621025753460606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/11/readers-response-9.html' title='Readers Response # 9'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-8296883526185477009</id><published>2008-11-06T16:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:01:32.219-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response # 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.poster.net/disney-walt/disney-walt-cinderella-1192713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 425px" alt="" src="http://www.poster.net/disney-walt/disney-walt-cinderella-1192713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tilte of book: Disney's Princess Collection_Love&amp;amp;Friendship Stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author of book: Sarah E. Heller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pages read: 1-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella-The Mice Save the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cardboardcutouts.com/0637%20Cinderella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 485px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 720px" alt="" src="http://www.cardboardcutouts.com/0637%20Cinderella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella is a classic fairytale about love(s), romance(s), and betrayal of family. I know that this might seem like a book for four and five year olds but there is a couple of thiings that I would like to put the spotlight on in this book. For example, how the author was so descriptive: Cinderella imaged herself dancing at the royal ball as she held her mother's old dress against herself. It might have needed a few alterations, but they wouldn't be difficult, if only she could find the time to alter the dress herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand their were somethings that I thought could have been a little better. For example, after her animal freinds(her mice friends) made the alterations to Cinderella's dress, she just thanked them. But was there anything that they did while they altered her dress? If so why didn't the author mention them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little books are the books that really make you wonder 'Why do people decide to slack off when it comes to writing children's books? Is it because their littlt? Is it because they don't understand? Or is it because of the way that they were told the story(or stories) as they were growing up?'&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/8803113163143619127-8296883526185477009?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/8296883526185477009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=8296883526185477009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/8296883526185477009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/8296883526185477009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/11/readers-response-8.html' title='Readers Response # 8'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-5114631379181316444</id><published>2008-11-05T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:05:26.805-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Election Reflection</title><content type='html'>Barack Obama the new President of the United States, as a country we(the people old enough to vote) chose him as its first black chief executive and that says it all.  What that means is that now anything can happen in America.  This election means a lot to me because this election showed that anything can happen and anything is possible if you What I think that made this election so special Barack Hussein Obama was elected the 44th belive that you can make it happen.  This election also means so much to the country because it shows that a black(African-American)man just won the highest role in the U.S of A.(United States of America)and that if we can change the way that we think about people, then people can change the way that they think and feel about life and the way that we treat our environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel that the country will be ran better all with the help of us(the people), and the President of the United Sates(Barack Obama) because if he keeps up with the words that he spoke then I know and belive that America can change.  I belive that Barack Obamam will do a wonderful according to the what he said and what we heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-5114631379181316444?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/5114631379181316444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=5114631379181316444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5114631379181316444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5114631379181316444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-reflection.html' title='Election Reflection'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-1707958578801485267</id><published>2008-11-04T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:44:48.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>"Ghost Story: The Tale of Hollywood Rivera"</title><content type='html'>October 31st, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In California late last year a little girl Hollywood Rivera was with her parents when all of a sudden they were on the ground. And 3 months later she was at their funeral reminiscing the good times that they had together. This hurt internally and externally. She went from beauty queen to a gothic queen that hated Mischief Night. She put curses on all of the people that she thought helped kill her parents. People thought that maybe it was a coincidences that bad things happened to them. Until they noticed that everything bad that happened to them Hollywood was there laughing and enjoying their pain. Almost as if she was feeding off of their pain and getting stronger off of their pain. She soon went mute to avoid all of the problems that came to her after the strange "coincidences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.hauntedamericatours.com/ghostphotos/ghosphoto/Salem-Tombstone-ghosts.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.hauntedamericatours.com/ghostphotos/ghosphoto/Salem.php&amp;amp;h=375&amp;amp;w=500&amp;amp;sz=52&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=17&amp;amp;usg=__aIlhs4XK-jrkmpPQnmvClFhxVQo=&amp;amp;tbnid=ndDGYB22Ii9lKM:&amp;amp;tbnh=98&amp;amp;tbnw=130&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DGhosts%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.hauntedamericatours.com/ghostphotos/ghosphoto/Salem-Tombstone-ghosts.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.hauntedamericatours.com/ghostphotos/ghosphoto/Salem.php&amp;amp;h=375&amp;amp;w=500&amp;amp;sz=52&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=17&amp;amp;usg=__aIlhs4XK-jrkmpPQnmvClFhxVQo=&amp;amp;tbnid=ndDGYB22Ii9lKM:&amp;amp;tbnh=98&amp;amp;tbnw=130&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DGhosts%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Hollywood Rivera was a number one target for all people on Mischief Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood Rivera was a quite and calm little girl whose parents died and left her the deed to the house so that she can have a place to stay and they left her 18 billion dollars so that she could feed and have money for school. She soon strated to watch the towns people closely to make sure that she wasn't next. But she still was and she knew it too. She knew because of all the strange dreams that she strated having about her dieing. She decided to go out for a walk. But poor little Hollywood never saw that bullet coming…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constance Rivera was a quite and calm little girl whose parents died and left her the deed to the house so that she can have a place to stay and they left her 18 billion dollars so that she could feed and have money for school. She soon started to watch the towns people closely to make sure that she wasn't next. But she still was and she knew it too. She knew because of all the strange dreams that she started having about her dieing. She decided to go out for a walk. But poor little Hollywood never saw that bullet coming… Happy HalloweenBy: Coraima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-1707958578801485267?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/1707958578801485267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=1707958578801485267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/1707958578801485267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/1707958578801485267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/11/ghost-story-tale-of-hollywood-rivera.html' title='&quot;Ghost Story: The Tale of Hollywood Rivera&quot;'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-7098303790775297992</id><published>2008-10-17T09:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:00:15.186-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers's Response Journal # 7</title><content type='html'>Title of book: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dead -End Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Author of book: Vikki Grant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pages Read: Page &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;64- Page 104&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuously on the pages of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dead-End Job&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Frances has found her own personal stalker while working her night-sifts at Highway Buy-way Convenience Store. Her stalker's name is Devin[ they don't mention any one's last name]. He tries to hide the fact that he isn't the son of a famous wildlife artist; he's just an average boy that is in love with a girl named Frances. But one of these days he watch who he is messing with... because it could leave him DEAD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this Miraculous book Dead-End Job&lt;/span&gt; Devin tricks Frances into having dinner with him in the back of Highway Buy-way Convenience Store's washroom. "Frances you surprised me!" Devin was standing in the back room, holding a couple of wineglasses." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;While reading this book I asked myself 'Is it really worth it, kidnapping a girl just because you think that tou love her?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-7098303790775297992?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/7098303790775297992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=7098303790775297992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/7098303790775297992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/7098303790775297992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/10/readerss-response-journal-7.html' title='Readers&apos;s Response Journal # 7'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-4686804993274028255</id><published>2008-10-16T19:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:00:40.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Reader's Response Journal # 6</title><content type='html'>Title of book: &lt;em&gt;Dead-End Job &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author of book: Vikki Grant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pages Read: Page 35- Page 64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Previously on the pages of &lt;em&gt;Dead-End Job&lt;/em&gt; Frances met a psychotic boy named Devin. Devin has been lying to Frances about his father. He has told her that his father is a great rich artist. And now he is in love with Frances but he is ruining her life and her relationship. 'Frances is on to your lies Devin so watch out.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Devin has to wacth out because Frances has her little plan too. 'Remember Devin what you plan today, tomorrow today's plans will be yesterdays thoughts.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-4686804993274028255?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/4686804993274028255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=4686804993274028255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/4686804993274028255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/4686804993274028255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/10/readers-response-journal-6.html' title='Reader&apos;s Response Journal # 6'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-4780041882790032410</id><published>2008-10-16T19:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:01:00.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Reader's Response Journal # 5</title><content type='html'>Tilte of book: &lt;em&gt;Dead-End Job&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author of book: Vikki Grant&lt;br /&gt;Pages Read: Page 1- Page 35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the pages of &lt;em&gt;Dead-End Job I can't help to wonder if Frances can survive the graveyard shift? 'I ran blindly into the store, sliding in my greasy shoses, knocking cans onto the floor, ramming into shelves. I fumbled for the phone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I picked up the reciever. I could feel Devin right behind me. I dialed nine, one... His hands slammed the phone down.' "I hoped it wouldn't come to this," he said. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frances works in during the night so it's called the graveyard shift. So maybe, just maybe one of these days Frances just might not survive that graveyard shift...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-4780041882790032410?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/4780041882790032410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=4780041882790032410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/4780041882790032410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/4780041882790032410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/10/readers-response-journal-5.html' title='Reader&apos;s Response Journal # 5'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-5059025542040609151</id><published>2008-10-15T12:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:01:30.465-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response Journal # 4: Questioning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Policy Before Politics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My skinny questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why is the name of article #3 ' Policy Before Politics'? [Before reading question]&lt;br /&gt;2. Why are Barack Obama and John McCain smiling in the photograph?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why do Barack Obama and John McCain need those peoples votes so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fat questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why did Tom Brokaw of NBC News the moderator let the undecided voters from the Nashville area ask Barack Obama and John McCain questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why did Tom Browak of the NBC News the moderator ask the follow-up question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why are Barack Obama and John McCain decide to run for the role of President of the United Sates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers to my fat questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Tom Brokaw of the NBC News the moderator let the undecided voters ask Barack Obama and John McCain questions because&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-5059025542040609151?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/5059025542040609151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=5059025542040609151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5059025542040609151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5059025542040609151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/10/readers-response-journal-4-questioning.html' title='Readers Response Journal # 4: Questioning'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-3505149919793658042</id><published>2008-10-15T11:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:01:47.378-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Raft: This Land Is Your Land</title><content type='html'>Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the information in the text box " A Day in the Life [ of me!]" help the reader understand the article?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The information in the text box " A Day in the Life [ of me! ]" helps the reader understand the article because it explains what Ashirah Knapp does for a living. For example, the text box says that from 1:00-1:30 she practices playing her guitar. Also the information in the text box gives us details about her daily tasks about her living off the land. All together the information in the text box gives us the details and information on her life-style[s] about her living off the land in Maine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-3505149919793658042?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/3505149919793658042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=3505149919793658042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/3505149919793658042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/3505149919793658042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/10/raft-this-land-is-your-land.html' title='Raft: This Land Is Your Land'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-4547438394322594145</id><published>2008-10-08T12:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:02:02.088-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response Journal # 3</title><content type='html'>Title of book: &lt;em&gt;Stranger With My Face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author of book: Lois Duncan&lt;br /&gt;Pages read: Page 1- Page 126&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My book &lt;em&gt;Stranger With My Face&lt;/em&gt; is a book about an adopted child named Laurie Stratton and her blood related twin sister Lia Abbott. They don't have the same last name because their mother [who's name is unknown] gave them up for adoption. The Stratton's wanted to adopt a child because they weren't ready to have their children yet, so they went to the girls house and they chose their one child. Mrs. Stratton picked up Laurie and instantly loved her, but then she picked up Lia and she put her right back down in their playpen. So their mom ended up with Lia and eventually died. So seventeen [17] years passed by and Laurie was still with the Stratton's with two[2] other siblings Neal and Meagan[often called Meg], while her twin sister that she doesn't know about has been in four[4] foster homes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So it was a week[7days ] before Laurie goes back to school and a boy named Gordon that never payed attention to her decided to start talking to her and said "is that a new swimsuit?" So she replied "No this is the same one that I had last year." So then Gordon replied back to her and said "Well something sure is different about. Why don't you set up camp and stay awhile? Want some lotion?" So Laurie said " No thanks I never burn." And then after that little conversation Laurie and Gordon started to talk more and eventually started going out. But then they hit a big bump in the road. Laurie was home, but her boyfreind Gordon swears that he saw her on the beach with another guy. And now her family insists that that they see her coming in and out of the housewhen she's been at school for hours. But how can she be in two places at one time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-4547438394322594145?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/4547438394322594145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=4547438394322594145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/4547438394322594145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/4547438394322594145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/10/readers-response-journal-3.html' title='Readers Response Journal # 3'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-5647262100194258524</id><published>2008-10-08T11:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:17:22.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response Journal # 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Title of my book: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bull Rider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author of my book: Marilyn Havorson&lt;br /&gt;Pages read: Page 50 - Page 75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bull Rider&lt;/span&gt; by Marilyn Havorson  is about a boy named Layne and his little sister Tara [Terror as Layne calls her] that they keep big secrets from their mom.  After Layne's little bull riding accident Jana's grandfather Chase Kincaid started to train Layne on bull riding .  Chase is training Layne because Chase used to be one of the greatest bull riders of all time right before Layne's dad was killed.  Layne's father was inspired by chase Kincaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I can infer that Layne's mother doesn't think that bull riding is safe [especially after what happened to his dad].  The book says " No Layne," said mom in a tight voice. Her eyes met mine again.  "Not bull riding.  You know how I feel about that."  I knew all right.  We'd been through this  so many times before it was like living in an instant replay.  But this tome I fought back.  " Yeah and you know how I feel about it too."  " I don't care how you feel," Mom shot back.  "All I know is that I watched a bull kill my husband and there's no way I'll risk watching one kill my son."  [Page 2, paragraph3, 4th sentence].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-5647262100194258524?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/5647262100194258524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=5647262100194258524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5647262100194258524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5647262100194258524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/10/readers-response-journal-2.html' title='Readers Response Journal # 2'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803113163143619127.post-5202834004702964714</id><published>2008-10-07T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:17:02.716-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response Journal # 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Title of book: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bull Rider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author of the book:Marilyn Halvorson&lt;br /&gt;Page 1- Page 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms.Johns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bull Rider&lt;/span&gt; by Marilyn Havorson is  about this  boy named  Layne who's father was killed during a bull ride.  Layne's fathers death encouraged  him to  become a bull rider.  The only problem is that Layne's mother doesn't want him to be a  bull riding cowboy and he still does it behind her back.  One problem that he came in contact with was that he almost got killed by a bull named Rhino.  His little sister Tara [aka Terror as Layne calls her] is always there with him because she loves her horse named Rambo at Jana's [Layne's best friend] parents rodeo.&lt;br /&gt;What I can infer from my book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bull Rider&lt;/span&gt; by Marilyn Havorson is that Jana and Layne like each other because in my book after Layne's bull riding accident when Layne and Tara were on their way home Jan kissed Layne on the lips and in the sweetest voice she told Layne ''Be careful.''  '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One question that I would ask Marilyn Havorson is why doesn't Layne's mother think that he isn't bull riding?  If Layne loves bull riding so much why doesn't she get it in her head that he isn't going to quit?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803113163143619127-5202834004702964714?l=coraima802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/feeds/5202834004702964714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803113163143619127&amp;postID=5202834004702964714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5202834004702964714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803113163143619127/posts/default/5202834004702964714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima802.blogspot.com/2008/10/readers-response-journal-1.html' title='Readers Response Journal # 1'/><author><name>Coraima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00631244812039656477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yiy7bK-mf8k/Set7oxHt7iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4yLEvgGiovU/s1600-R/TwilightNewMoon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
