<?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-7865895289707515659</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:49:57.868-08:00</updated><category term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Ana's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-8356253711498506313</id><published>2009-06-24T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:30:37.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Gratuations</title><content type='html'>CONGRATULATIONS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-8356253711498506313?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/8356253711498506313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=8356253711498506313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8356253711498506313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8356253711498506313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/06/gratuations.html' title='Gratuations'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-5147992545239554552</id><published>2009-06-24T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:25:02.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>My Graduation</title><content type='html'>My graduation was today and it was beautiful. I love my teachers that help me realise that I don't have to give up on what I want to be or what I want to do next. Even do this years we had our ups and downs we still friends and we won't forget each other. If any one that reads this , I just want to say thanks for everything and to the "special" people I want to say I won't forget you and I'll have you inside my mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             CONGRATULATIONS CLASS OF 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-5147992545239554552?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/5147992545239554552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=5147992545239554552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/5147992545239554552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/5147992545239554552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-graduation.html' title='My Graduation'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-1733293267317704116</id><published>2009-06-24T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:17:32.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>MY PROM</title><content type='html'>I love the prom night it was extremely fun but a person that I really liked could feel the same way. I understand so I got kind of over it but the rest of the prom was beautiful and that was almost the best night of my life. I know I wouldn't forget about it. I took pictures of special people. I sometimes wish I could relieve my prom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-1733293267317704116?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/1733293267317704116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=1733293267317704116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/1733293267317704116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/1733293267317704116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-prom.html' title='MY PROM'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-1385807162347209497</id><published>2009-06-08T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:41:49.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>A Flimmaker's Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Si0iTnA_f2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4-j7kYPuU2E/s1600-h/808df6297bd61aaa.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Si0iTnA_f2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4-j7kYPuU2E/s320/808df6297bd61aaa.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344966053044649826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This unit I have learn how to work in team work. I know that if you work as a team things are a lot easier. The only thing that you have to worry about is to be finish with your part of the project. There is plenty of things that you can learn about the environment. It doesn't have to be boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I hope my documentary persuades people to recycle. You are not going to start recycling when the world is completely damage and you are about to die because the air you breath is contaminated. I want you to understand that you have to respect the world you live in and learn to respect it. The kids can inspire recycling. They could start recycling at a young age and there parents could look and learn from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-1385807162347209497?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/1385807162347209497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=1385807162347209497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/1385807162347209497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/1385807162347209497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/06/flimmakers-reflection.html' title='A Flimmaker&apos;s Reflection'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Si0iTnA_f2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4-j7kYPuU2E/s72-c/808df6297bd61aaa.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-4038099066488053674</id><published>2009-05-18T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:30:37.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Environment (Openig Act)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/ShFwdEs9vmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UNy2otvJNAs/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/ShFwdEs9vmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UNy2otvJNAs/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337170678191603298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 We will start to find powerful pictures about the environment because it will be shocking and it will have shocking facts so we could "hook" the viewers. All the facts have to be real. Then we will put some sad music that is related to the environment. That way we would keep it interesting. We will compare pictures from clean stuff and from dirty stuff like comparing different type of  parks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-4038099066488053674?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/4038099066488053674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=4038099066488053674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/4038099066488053674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/4038099066488053674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/05/environment-openig-act.html' title='Environment (Openig Act)'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/ShFwdEs9vmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UNy2otvJNAs/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-4503945717168085962</id><published>2009-05-11T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:56:19.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Environment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Sgh0uzk0l1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/FbiqtHgNdJs/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Sgh0uzk0l1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/FbiqtHgNdJs/s320/images-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334642106087806802" 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/7865895289707515659-4503945717168085962?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/4503945717168085962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=4503945717168085962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/4503945717168085962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/4503945717168085962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/05/environment_11.html' title='Environment'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Sgh0uzk0l1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/FbiqtHgNdJs/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-3377084497133329706</id><published>2009-05-11T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:53:01.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Environment</title><content type='html'>I learn that the ice bergs from the North Pole are melting and the polar bears are losing their homes. The trees are dying and they give us oxygen. Our oxygen is getting contaminating. In the park next to my school there's a MC Donald's and their is always bags, soda cups or those little bags of ketchup trow all over that beautiful green grass. The rest of the world need to know about this issue because is really important and it can change everyone future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-3377084497133329706?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/3377084497133329706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=3377084497133329706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/3377084497133329706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/3377084497133329706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/05/environment.html' title='Environment'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-6525188322447963595</id><published>2009-05-08T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:55:18.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Thesis Of My Documentary</title><content type='html'>The social issue that I'm addressing is the Environment. Helping the environment is good and easy . We have the biggest garbage disposals and we keep using more things. Some people don't want to reuse because they say is dirty. Mc Donald's affects my park because they are close and the garbage is right there but people are lazy enough and they go to the park and trow it in the few green grasses that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Environment affect the air and not just that but the plastic of Mc Donald's and other fast foods kills trees. Some parks don't have  enough trash cans and some have a bunch of trash cans but the people are to lazy to trow it away.The teens are the most that create trash and then birds go out of the parks and the parks stayed lonely and every thing dies. Some people help our parks but what about the other people in the world or what about if they stop helping, what would happened to us. The environment is part of your every day life time, we will try persuade teens to have a healthy life by recycling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-6525188322447963595?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/6525188322447963595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=6525188322447963595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/6525188322447963595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/6525188322447963595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/05/thesis-of-my-documentary.html' title='Thesis Of My Documentary'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-4230146119183654864</id><published>2009-05-05T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:41:49.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Social Issue: Obesity</title><content type='html'>Obesity is bad for your health. If you are obese then is your falt or at least half your falt. You choosed to be obese and eat fast food. Many people take responsibility and cook on their house healthy delicious food. If you don't want to help your self then pay the consequences later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-4230146119183654864?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/4230146119183654864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=4230146119183654864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/4230146119183654864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/4230146119183654864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/05/social-issue-obesity.html' title='Social Issue: Obesity'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-2291643318185723670</id><published>2009-05-05T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:53:11.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Loch Ness Monster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SgBuwoAwFfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CebyhdLRLuk/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SgBuwoAwFfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CebyhdLRLuk/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332383740460013042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Is the Loch Ness Monster real or is it just a imagination? Hundreds of people claim that they have seen the Loch Ness Monster. Some people have home videos. Some people do fake pictures so they could have money and fame. Well some scientist think that the Loch Ness Monster is real because they heaved seen the monsters neck but yet they haven't seen its body. Some people think that the loch ness monster is from prehistoric times. Some other people even think that there is just a enormous elephant swimming in the water. What do you think it is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-2291643318185723670?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/2291643318185723670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=2291643318185723670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/2291643318185723670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/2291643318185723670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/05/loch-ness-monster.html' title='Loch Ness Monster!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SgBuwoAwFfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CebyhdLRLuk/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-6386411149649660384</id><published>2009-04-29T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:12:03.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Social Issue: Global Warming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Sfh8P_OrG7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/CJm3yhDY0dk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Sfh8P_OrG7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/CJm3yhDY0dk/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330146773105843122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Global Warming is extremely important because nobody would like to die at a young age like me. Don't just wait into there is one day into the world ends. If you wait and try to recycle the last day, it would be to late. Some grown ups don't care about it because they are just waiting to die. What about us, we are the future. Just turn of the lights for at list twenty minutes. Come on people wake up do something to help yourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-6386411149649660384?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/6386411149649660384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=6386411149649660384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/6386411149649660384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/6386411149649660384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/04/social-issue-global-warming.html' title='Social Issue: Global Warming'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Sfh8P_OrG7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/CJm3yhDY0dk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-5930278033538983320</id><published>2009-04-29T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:41:28.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>One of the Four Important Media' s Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Sfh1Dncp-kI/AAAAAAAAAD8/V9DywS4Nwus/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Sfh1Dncp-kI/AAAAAAAAAD8/V9DywS4Nwus/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330138863982213698" 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/7865895289707515659-5930278033538983320?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/5930278033538983320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=5930278033538983320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/5930278033538983320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/5930278033538983320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-four-important-media-s-image.html' title='One of the Four Important Media&apos; s Image'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Sfh1Dncp-kI/AAAAAAAAAD8/V9DywS4Nwus/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-5259890884153658945</id><published>2009-04-29T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:37:36.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>4 Important Media's</title><content type='html'>There is a lot of important media's in this world. I'll tell you about four media's. My TV, radio, phone, laptop. This are important because with them I could get information from around the world. For example: TV - News, Radio - News, Phone - Calls from all over the world, and Laptop - Information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-5259890884153658945?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/5259890884153658945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=5259890884153658945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/5259890884153658945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/5259890884153658945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-important-medias.html' title='4 Important Media&apos;s'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-7778106074310271574</id><published>2009-04-27T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:07:07.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>NEXT WEEK - LOCHNESS MONSTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SfXJ2e0Y50I/AAAAAAAAAD0/yifp7qOijRY/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SfXJ2e0Y50I/AAAAAAAAAD0/yifp7qOijRY/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329387671885768514" 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/7865895289707515659-7778106074310271574?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/7778106074310271574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=7778106074310271574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/7778106074310271574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/7778106074310271574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/04/next-week-lochness-monster.html' title='NEXT WEEK - LOCHNESS MONSTER'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SfXJ2e0Y50I/AAAAAAAAAD0/yifp7qOijRY/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-8338403500004977610</id><published>2009-04-27T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:33:01.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Bullying - Storm Documentary</title><content type='html'>I think to make the Storm Documentary they needed facts. They had to find the music to go with the story of a kid being bully. Some ingredient's that were used to make this movie was by changing the colors of the video. The music was something like the one that they sing to baby's to go to sleep. This was related because at the end the boy that was being bullied killed himself and he went to sleep forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         My favorite part was when he killed himself. I choose this part not because I like to see that a person kills itself but because when this happen it created suspense. I'll make the whole movie in color but just at the end I'll put it in a gray color. This is a different response because it talk about shocking facts that really happened and it is not so long. Bulling people is not right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-8338403500004977610?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/8338403500004977610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=8338403500004977610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8338403500004977610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8338403500004977610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/04/bullying-storm-documentary.html' title='Bullying - Storm Documentary'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-2382865802444448405</id><published>2009-04-27T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:50:34.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Flying saucers images</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SfW0hMbmCXI/AAAAAAAAADs/xZIu1aGVZyQ/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SfW0hMbmCXI/AAAAAAAAADs/xZIu1aGVZyQ/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329364216428497266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SfWzWhGDtKI/AAAAAAAAADk/2_9ZS0s8oyA/s1600-h/Flying%2BSaucer%2BSpotted%2BNear%2BLa%2BGuardia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SfWzWhGDtKI/AAAAAAAAADk/2_9ZS0s8oyA/s320/Flying%2BSaucer%2BSpotted%2BNear%2BLa%2BGuardia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329362933485122722" 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/7865895289707515659-2382865802444448405?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/2382865802444448405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=2382865802444448405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/2382865802444448405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/2382865802444448405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/04/flying-saucers-images.html' title='Flying saucers images'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SfW0hMbmCXI/AAAAAAAAADs/xZIu1aGVZyQ/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-1363904116502106153</id><published>2009-04-27T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:35:26.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Flying Saucer - Is this the truth or just a imagination!</title><content type='html'>Many people have lie by saying that they have looked at flying disks. The mysteries always lead to the presidents.Why the presidents are involved? Well UFO Hunters have been on the case. In their opinion the president and some other people are hiding the flying disks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In the other hand some of the flying UFO are not real because some of them are just inventions from other country's . One of the theories is that Hitler did a flying saucer to used it as a weapon and stuff like that. The last piece that is needed is that if they had that much of an advance technology. In another theory is that the time that the flying saucers appeared airplanes haven't been invented yet. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-1363904116502106153?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/1363904116502106153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=1363904116502106153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/1363904116502106153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/1363904116502106153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/04/flying-saucer-is-this-truth-or-just.html' title='Flying Saucer - Is this the truth or just a imagination!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-5361224965226533632</id><published>2009-04-22T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:39:43.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Book Club Critique - A Tree Grows In Brooklyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Se9BS7bayhI/AAAAAAAAADc/TxjvaVpuFLA/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Se9BS7bayhI/AAAAAAAAADc/TxjvaVpuFLA/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327548677648730642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  A Tree Grows In Brooklyn -   &lt;/span&gt;                                                                       &lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                  This book teaches me a lot about poor life back in there. For example, this book talks about a boy name Johny and a girl name Katie and how they struggle to leave with two children's.  The book is amazing I can't believe how interesting. The bad thing was that Francie the main character used to be sick when she was a baby. Francie always felt that her mother loved her brother more because he looked really handsome and he was  strong.                                                                                                                                                                  At least her mother never lose hope of her. When her mothers neighbors used to say that the baby is not going to last long and that there is no space for the weak kids. When I read this I felt something sad inside my heart. I connect this book to me because if I felt sick I don't want nobody to felt sad of me or to tell me that I'm not worth to leave on this world, so I felt mad at the same time. I love when Francie mother said to her mother, "I want my child to have a better life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          The most strangest page I read in the book was page 100. I have my reasons. Katie locked Sissy in the bedroom with Johny. Then Sissy started seducing Johny and giving him whisky and unbutton her dress and her skirt. Finally, I understand that she did all that so she could help Johny realize what he was doing but nothing else happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This author mostly talks about people girls and boys marring at a young age and struggling with kids. For example, John and Katie are struggling right know. The only ones that were not struggling was a couple that when they were going to have kids every time the child was born he/she was born death. So that woman keep trying to have kids with many handsome men and they got a good payment. After they separate themselves to go different ways she went back looking for him so they could have some "fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          I really recommend this book if you want to challenge yourself. It could be a little bit boring but before you get to page 100 things get really serious and interesting trust me . The movie doesn't explain to much as the book.  Katie was almost triked by a woman because the woman wanted to sale her a bottle that will make her lose her second baby. I am still looking forward to read more about it and tell you more about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-5361224965226533632?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/5361224965226533632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=5361224965226533632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/5361224965226533632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/5361224965226533632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-club-critique-tree-grows-in.html' title='Book Club Critique - A Tree Grows In Brooklyn'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Se9BS7bayhI/AAAAAAAAADc/TxjvaVpuFLA/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-458347719575458756</id><published>2009-04-20T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:00:00.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>A Tree Grows In Brooklyn - Animal Character Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SezGHYgSRUI/AAAAAAAAADU/LkbwswP8rLQ/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SezGHYgSRUI/AAAAAAAAADU/LkbwswP8rLQ/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326850289411704130" 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/7865895289707515659-458347719575458756?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/458347719575458756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=458347719575458756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/458347719575458756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/458347719575458756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/04/tree-grows-in-brooklyn-animal-character_20.html' title='A Tree Grows In Brooklyn - Animal Character Version'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SezGHYgSRUI/AAAAAAAAADU/LkbwswP8rLQ/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-2441633883608886133</id><published>2009-04-20T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:58:54.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>A Tree Grows In Brooklyn - Animal Character Version</title><content type='html'>I think France will be a cat if she was a animal because cats are closed to lions. She will be a cat because she is really brave and she protects what she wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-2441633883608886133?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/2441633883608886133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=2441633883608886133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/2441633883608886133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/2441633883608886133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/04/tree-grows-in-brooklyn-animal-character.html' title='A Tree Grows In Brooklyn - Animal Character Version'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-4827122949826161247</id><published>2009-03-31T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:21:30.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>A Tree Grows In Brooklyn Reccomendation</title><content type='html'>I recommend this book because she acts like a mature woman. She is poor and she shows it to you she doesn't tell you. This book challenges you and your reading level. So far this book shows you about the life back then. Specially it shows you how difficult is to get money back in those days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-4827122949826161247?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/4827122949826161247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=4827122949826161247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/4827122949826161247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/4827122949826161247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/03/tree-grows-in-brooklyn-reccomendation.html' title='A Tree Grows In Brooklyn Reccomendation'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-6795440887071174759</id><published>2009-03-30T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:05:08.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>A Tree Grows In Brooklyn - Images</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SdDfb09FKLI/AAAAAAAAADM/h-uoPQEjcxw/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SdDfb09FKLI/AAAAAAAAADM/h-uoPQEjcxw/s320/images-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318996829088852146" 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/7865895289707515659-6795440887071174759?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/6795440887071174759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=6795440887071174759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/6795440887071174759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/6795440887071174759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/03/tree-grows-in-brooklyn-images_30.html' title='A Tree Grows In Brooklyn - Images'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SdDfb09FKLI/AAAAAAAAADM/h-uoPQEjcxw/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-8317850422856548519</id><published>2009-03-30T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:58:56.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>A Tree Grows In Brooklyn</title><content type='html'>The character of my book is kind of soft and messy because she is just a child. I think Taylor Swift will make her voice because is kind of childish and she is sweet and kind of serious at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-8317850422856548519?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/8317850422856548519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=8317850422856548519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8317850422856548519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8317850422856548519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/03/tree-grows-in-brooklyn_30.html' title='A Tree Grows In Brooklyn'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-4741614663766665998</id><published>2009-03-26T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:29:24.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>My short story intruduction - The thing that changes Images</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/ScuQ3TfB4oI/AAAAAAAAADE/palnqD-XUx4/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/ScuQ3TfB4oI/AAAAAAAAADE/palnqD-XUx4/s320/images-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317503064838627970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/ScuQp2saSgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oneKRBhVQc0/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/ScuQp2saSgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oneKRBhVQc0/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317502833771825666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   Diana                                                     Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-4741614663766665998?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/4741614663766665998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=4741614663766665998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/4741614663766665998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/4741614663766665998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-short-story-intruduction-thing-that_26.html' title='My short story intruduction - The thing that changes Images'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/ScuQ3TfB4oI/AAAAAAAAADE/palnqD-XUx4/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-9071397351008367988</id><published>2009-03-26T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:17:42.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>My short story intruduction - The thing that changes</title><content type='html'>The thing that changes                                                                                                                                                          Trash, mice everywhere, its cold and dark . In the other hand jerks screaming firing everyone, cars complaining to go trough other cars, guns firing and red dragons in a sunny day. In that could chilly place live a beautiful woman called Diana with her sparkly eyes she will call her mom desperate. Her mom wouldn't come and she will live Diana in the streets alone and cold. While the biggest jerk  in all of Hollywood will just think that he will never love someone as much as he loves himself, that jerk was Ryan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-9071397351008367988?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/9071397351008367988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=9071397351008367988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/9071397351008367988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/9071397351008367988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-short-story-intruduction-thing-that.html' title='My short story intruduction - The thing that changes'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-8643178450154982560</id><published>2009-03-24T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:57:54.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>A Tree Grows In Brooklyn - Images</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SckC6pZHX2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/-wRbSmHrvHo/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SckC6pZHX2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/-wRbSmHrvHo/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316784041654443874" 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/7865895289707515659-8643178450154982560?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/8643178450154982560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=8643178450154982560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8643178450154982560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8643178450154982560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/03/tree-grows-in-brooklyn-images.html' title='A Tree Grows In Brooklyn - Images'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SckC6pZHX2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/-wRbSmHrvHo/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-4477050625777351933</id><published>2009-03-24T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:46:37.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>A Tree Grows In Brooklyn</title><content type='html'>I love this book because is very descriptive and it makes me think of my decisions. I know that my character is really poor and she loves to read every book in the library. I feel really sad because of the way they say that their savings bank is a can. This book has show me a lot of how difficult it was to leave back their. I recommend this book a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-4477050625777351933?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/4477050625777351933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=4477050625777351933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/4477050625777351933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/4477050625777351933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/03/tree-grows-in-brooklyn.html' title='A Tree Grows In Brooklyn'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-9151582198460719769</id><published>2009-03-13T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:15:07.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Ann Frank - The Diary of A Young Girl Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SbpqUUuF8nI/AAAAAAAAACs/KUDTdDzxR1I/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SbpqUUuF8nI/AAAAAAAAACs/KUDTdDzxR1I/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312675607828886130" 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/7865895289707515659-9151582198460719769?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/9151582198460719769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=9151582198460719769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/9151582198460719769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/9151582198460719769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/03/ann-frank-diary-of-young-girl-image.html' title='Ann Frank - The Diary of A Young Girl Image'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SbpqUUuF8nI/AAAAAAAAACs/KUDTdDzxR1I/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-5503702469112435850</id><published>2009-03-13T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:13:06.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Ann Frank - The Diary of A Young Girl</title><content type='html'>As I was reading this I was thinking that the  diary was really boring. Ann is almost my age, so she has the same experience as I have. Into she started  talking about boys and I connect a lot with her about boys. I like the way she doesn't go easy on boys. She just meet this boy name Harry and he is sixteen. I could predict she is going to have some romance with him. After all he offer himself to walk her to school. She said he was looking nice. Is amazing how she could hide to her parents the fact that she already wants to marry someone in the future. Right know the book is getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-5503702469112435850?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/5503702469112435850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=5503702469112435850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/5503702469112435850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/5503702469112435850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/03/ann-frank-diary-of-young-girl.html' title='Ann Frank - The Diary of A Young Girl'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-6530203691501761088</id><published>2009-03-03T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:53:59.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Alice Walker Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Sa1uVxPX9lI/AAAAAAAAACk/F4jrhp5S8W0/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Sa1uVxPX9lI/AAAAAAAAACk/F4jrhp5S8W0/s320/images-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309020856013813330" 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/7865895289707515659-6530203691501761088?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/6530203691501761088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=6530203691501761088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/6530203691501761088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/6530203691501761088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/03/alice-walker-image.html' title='Alice Walker Image'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Sa1uVxPX9lI/AAAAAAAAACk/F4jrhp5S8W0/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-2196572135278285675</id><published>2009-03-03T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:44:17.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Alice Walker Poetic Style</title><content type='html'>I think Alice  Walker published her first book in 1967.In 1967 Queen Elizabeth hall opens in London.The president Jimmy Hoffa begins 8-year jail for defrauding the union &amp;amp; jury tampering.Supreme release "The Happening". This time period influence her to keep moving forward.Her own experience help her published her first book because she had a abortion. If I had the opportunity to ask her something it will be, do you miss your daughter?Her writing style is about peace freedom and being African American. She is inspiring. She is a very creative poet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-2196572135278285675?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/2196572135278285675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=2196572135278285675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/2196572135278285675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/2196572135278285675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/03/alice-walker-poetic-style.html' title='Alice Walker Poetic Style'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-5846374123683790506</id><published>2009-02-26T07:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:48:47.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespear Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Saa5tKRDktI/AAAAAAAAACM/kTmIRGnfvZE/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Saa5tKRDktI/AAAAAAAAACM/kTmIRGnfvZE/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307133396403851986" 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/7865895289707515659-5846374123683790506?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/5846374123683790506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=5846374123683790506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/5846374123683790506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/5846374123683790506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/02/romeo-and-juliet-by-william-shakespear_26.html' title='Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespear Image'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/Saa5tKRDktI/AAAAAAAAACM/kTmIRGnfvZE/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-7287676334662208201</id><published>2009-02-26T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:44:31.274-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespear</title><content type='html'>The theme of the sonnet is that they are flirting themselves before they kiss. I know this because of the way Romeo say, let lips do what palms do so I know that palms touch so it means he wants to kiss her. This is all about love and know I could relate this poem to because "somebody  like somebody but they can't be together because their friends say that we don't look good or he doesn't look good. I connect this to the Sonnet Ballad by Gwendolyn Brooks because is about love. I wish boys were nice like Romeo.Specially if they treat you nice and talk nice to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-7287676334662208201?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/7287676334662208201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=7287676334662208201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/7287676334662208201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/7287676334662208201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/02/romeo-and-juliet-by-william-shakespear.html' title='Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespear'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-8377405006447859146</id><published>2009-02-24T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:39:13.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Maya Angelou Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://taylesha2012.edublogs.org/files/2008/06/maya_angelou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://taylesha2012.edublogs.org/files/2008/06/maya_angelou.jpg" /&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/7865895289707515659-8377405006447859146?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/8377405006447859146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=8377405006447859146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8377405006447859146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8377405006447859146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/02/maya-angelou-image.html' title='Maya Angelou Image'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-6904159485645183098</id><published>2009-02-24T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:29:56.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Men by Maya Angel</title><content type='html'>I loved this poem because is talking about the boys and what they really are looking for. This poem could be related to the whole world. The author writes deep about how she feels and that puts me in the authors shoes. She says that boys could be nice at the first but later they could be bad when they get what they wanted. This poem could teach girls my age to be responsible. Specially to take the right choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-6904159485645183098?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/6904159485645183098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=6904159485645183098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/6904159485645183098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/6904159485645183098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/02/men-by-maya-angel.html' title='Men by Maya Angel'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-6128904761778974064</id><published>2009-02-12T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:43:19.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Andrew Marvell: To his Coy Mistress Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SZRDgMaUmBI/AAAAAAAAACE/sxFB5g1w16g/s1600-h/sn6775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SZRDgMaUmBI/AAAAAAAAACE/sxFB5g1w16g/s320/sn6775.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301936881688418322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-6128904761778974064?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/6128904761778974064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=6128904761778974064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/6128904761778974064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/6128904761778974064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/02/andrew-marvell-to-his-coy-mistress_12.html' title='Andrew Marvell: To his Coy Mistress Image'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SZRDgMaUmBI/AAAAAAAAACE/sxFB5g1w16g/s72-c/sn6775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-2796050109226801362</id><published>2009-02-12T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:39:02.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew Marvell: To his Coy Mistress</title><content type='html'>One of the examples of hyperbole that I found in this poem is that the author is saying that he loves her more than empire. I think he used this to show how much he loves her. A dessert of vast eternity. This show how much he loves his Mistress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-2796050109226801362?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/2796050109226801362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=2796050109226801362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/2796050109226801362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/2796050109226801362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/02/andrew-marvell-to-his-coy-mistress.html' title='Andrew Marvell: To his Coy Mistress'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-5046678500739845849</id><published>2009-02-09T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:32:27.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Langstone Hughes - Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SZBLjFmHfzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sT48pKEmpKs/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SZBLjFmHfzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sT48pKEmpKs/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300819827584630578" 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/7865895289707515659-5046678500739845849?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/5046678500739845849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=5046678500739845849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/5046678500739845849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/5046678500739845849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/02/langstone-hughes-image.html' title='Langstone Hughes - Image'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SZBLjFmHfzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sT48pKEmpKs/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-8224619098310206343</id><published>2009-02-09T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:23:36.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Negro by Langstone Hughes Poetry Responce</title><content type='html'>The mood of this poem is proud, he is proud to be a color person. I know he is proud because  he says he is a negro black as the night. He write the poem with this mood so people could realized that "negro" have a great important part to this country. He says they constructed important buildings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-8224619098310206343?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/8224619098310206343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=8224619098310206343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8224619098310206343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8224619098310206343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/02/negro-by-langstone-hughes-poetry.html' title='Negro by Langstone Hughes Poetry Responce'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-5184023016851863078</id><published>2009-02-06T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:38:32.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Just A Friend! - Ana Guerrero</title><content type='html'>Just A Friend!&lt;br /&gt;      You have lost your change the moment,&lt;br /&gt;       I close my eyes and fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Time will never come back,&lt;br /&gt;       I will never think of you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I will never think of you again,&lt;br /&gt;       more than a friend or a classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      We see each other outside,&lt;br /&gt;       you are there playing baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I don't even care,&lt;br /&gt;       I don't think of you,&lt;br /&gt;       more than a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Thanks to you,&lt;br /&gt;        I have open my eyes and see,&lt;br /&gt;        how everything is in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                              By; Ana Guerrero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-5184023016851863078?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/5184023016851863078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=5184023016851863078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/5184023016851863078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/5184023016851863078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-friend-ana-guerrero.html' title='Just A Friend! - Ana Guerrero'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-8574564082528831652</id><published>2009-02-06T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:28:27.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Poetry Response - Bronx Masquerade</title><content type='html'>Chankara is a very brave person and she is strong. She is very independent because she doesn't want to be like her sisters. The day she got hit by her girlfriend she saw herself as her sister. I think she is going to brake her relationship with her boyfriend .Since this book is about poems, I think she is going to write a poem about the bruce her boyfriend left her.She learn that girls are not a punching bag. I learn that girls should not let theme self get hit because that is self disrespect. I connect this poem to the world because a lot of woman's make excuses to stay with the boy they "love". That is not love! You could stay with that person just if you "love" to get hit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-8574564082528831652?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/8574564082528831652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=8574564082528831652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8574564082528831652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8574564082528831652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/02/poetry-response-bronx-masquerade_06.html' title='Poetry Response - Bronx Masquerade'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-3275662249481623997</id><published>2009-02-05T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:34:30.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Poetry Response - Bronx Masquerade</title><content type='html'>I think that Wesley acts like a "bad boy" so he could impress his friends. The truth is that he is interested in poems no matter what he thinks. I learn that he stops himself from learning because he wants to act like a "bad boy". The message of this poem is that the colored people still have hope and he connects this poem to other poems. I connect this poem to the world because is very difficult to leave hear and their is a lot of crime..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-3275662249481623997?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/3275662249481623997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=3275662249481623997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/3275662249481623997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/3275662249481623997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/02/poetry-response-bronx-masquerade.html' title='Poetry Response - Bronx Masquerade'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-8486909934659843317</id><published>2009-02-04T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:09:26.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Alice Walker-Poet Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SYnLnpg4ChI/AAAAAAAAABk/9FY55tJNN9Y/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SYnLnpg4ChI/AAAAAAAAABk/9FY55tJNN9Y/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298990318597179922" 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/7865895289707515659-8486909934659843317?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/8486909934659843317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=8486909934659843317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8486909934659843317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8486909934659843317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/02/alice-walker-poet-image.html' title='Alice Walker-Poet Image'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SYnLnpg4ChI/AAAAAAAAABk/9FY55tJNN9Y/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-4938494480116003994</id><published>2009-02-04T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:06:30.589-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Alice Walker-Poem</title><content type='html'>I think the main idea of this poem is to make you feel sad.I think she doesn't get along with her partner.I think she thinks only by dying they will be in peace and without war.I connect with this poem because sometimes I fight with someone and I think I'll never stop fighting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-4938494480116003994?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/4938494480116003994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=4938494480116003994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/4938494480116003994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/4938494480116003994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/02/alice-walker-poem.html' title='Alice Walker-Poem'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-8160757741629661610</id><published>2009-02-03T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:21:25.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>" Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SYh81RXQ0-I/AAAAAAAAABc/_uPvvbG-gQY/s1600-h/vc195c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 390px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SYh81RXQ0-I/AAAAAAAAABc/_uPvvbG-gQY/s320/vc195c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298622216237274082" 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/7865895289707515659-8160757741629661610?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/8160757741629661610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=8160757741629661610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8160757741629661610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8160757741629661610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/02/stopping-by-woods-on-snowy-evening_03.html' title='&quot; Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening &quot;'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SYh81RXQ0-I/AAAAAAAAABc/_uPvvbG-gQY/s72-c/vc195c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-8608006148327375692</id><published>2009-02-03T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:14:24.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>" Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening "</title><content type='html'>The mood that this poem represents is of sadness,tiredness and desperation. Frost uses A-B-B poetic devices and rhyme. He repeats the same lines of the poem at the end because he is showing that he has done his job and know he could die happy.He shows his feelings by saying his horse is tired and the night is very dark. I can connect with this sometimes.I get tired for studying hours for the test and there is still more tests to come or sometimes I feel lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-8608006148327375692?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/8608006148327375692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=8608006148327375692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8608006148327375692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8608006148327375692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/02/stopping-by-woods-on-snowy-evening.html' title='&quot; Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening &quot;'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-1834031600227083689</id><published>2009-02-02T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:32:42.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>"Changes" by Tupac Shakur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SYcYxUJtQPI/AAAAAAAAABU/bz6jA-pSHXQ/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SYcYxUJtQPI/AAAAAAAAABU/bz6jA-pSHXQ/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298230722126758130" 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/7865895289707515659-1834031600227083689?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/1834031600227083689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=1834031600227083689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/1834031600227083689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/1834031600227083689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/02/changes-by-tupac-shakur.html' title='&quot;Changes&quot; by Tupac Shakur'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SYcYxUJtQPI/AAAAAAAAABU/bz6jA-pSHXQ/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-242426218770264430</id><published>2009-01-29T07:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:27:40.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Do not go gentle into that good night-poet picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SYHKyiZnXfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IeVRz7QJj4s/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SYHKyiZnXfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IeVRz7QJj4s/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296737606340926962" 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/7865895289707515659-242426218770264430?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/242426218770264430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=242426218770264430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/242426218770264430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/242426218770264430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night_29.html' title='Do not go gentle into that good night-poet picture'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SYHKyiZnXfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IeVRz7QJj4s/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-4240545219359941956</id><published>2009-01-29T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:24:44.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Do not go gentle into that good night</title><content type='html'>The meaning in this poem is to don't give up on yourself and specially your life.The mood that creates is a brave and kind of scared voice because the poet doesn't want the old man to be dead.He is kind of furious because he doesn't want the old men to give up on his life.He is repeating ,"do not go gentle into that good night" because that is the meaning of the poem,that is what he wants to tell his father.Another poetic device is that he uses simile.For example,blind eyes cold blaze like meteors and be gay.The poet means that the eyes are thinking.This is a great poem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-4240545219359941956?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/4240545219359941956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=4240545219359941956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/4240545219359941956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/4240545219359941956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night.html' title='Do not go gentle into that good night'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-8002970033318093068</id><published>2009-01-26T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:59:23.741-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>A writing kind of day-Poems for Young Poets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SX4WBXRXFwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GntSANuwkww/s1600-h/51N1BNCCHGL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SX4WBXRXFwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GntSANuwkww/s320/51N1BNCCHGL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295694424516794114" 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/7865895289707515659-8002970033318093068?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/8002970033318093068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=8002970033318093068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8002970033318093068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8002970033318093068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/01/writing-kind-of-day-poems-for-young_26.html' title='A writing kind of day-Poems for Young Poets'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SX4WBXRXFwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GntSANuwkww/s72-c/51N1BNCCHGL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-7840323574374269414</id><published>2009-01-26T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:59:27.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>A writing kind of day-Poems for Young Poets</title><content type='html'>pg1-32                                                                                                                                                                       I was amazed by this poem book. I specially like the one She wrote me a love poem.I like  this because I could connect this poem to myself.Some friends that I have could be your friend and then they talk bad things about you in your back.For example,the poem says It's like my cat Cleopatra,sweetly purring on my lap like a symbol of world and peace,until I go outside and find out she killed a mouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-7840323574374269414?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/7840323574374269414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=7840323574374269414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/7840323574374269414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/7840323574374269414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/01/writing-kind-of-day-poems-for-young.html' title='A writing kind of day-Poems for Young Poets'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-7754298361875470910</id><published>2009-01-26T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T07:27:34.277-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>The Power Of Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SX3Q3PZU-NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4qYhEkpkg2s/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SX3Q3PZU-NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4qYhEkpkg2s/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295618384301717714" 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/7865895289707515659-7754298361875470910?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/7754298361875470910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=7754298361875470910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/7754298361875470910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/7754298361875470910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/01/power-of-change_26.html' title='The Power Of Change'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SX3Q3PZU-NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4qYhEkpkg2s/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-7393617597357043558</id><published>2009-01-26T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:49:27.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>The Power Of Change</title><content type='html'>The power of change&lt;br /&gt;              We have the power to change the world,&lt;br /&gt;              to change our minds,&lt;br /&gt;              to think different this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Since we have change,&lt;br /&gt;             we have hope,&lt;br /&gt;             we have faith ,&lt;br /&gt;             all around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             We don't judge a book by its cover,&lt;br /&gt;              just because is old damage or it has a color that you don't like.&lt;br /&gt;               The color could be ugly,&lt;br /&gt;               but the words help you change the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Open your eyes ,&lt;br /&gt;              see trough what people don't see.&lt;br /&gt;                Open your ears and hear him ,&lt;br /&gt;                 like you hear a white mans speech.&lt;br /&gt;                    THE POWER OF CHANGE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-7393617597357043558?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/7393617597357043558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=7393617597357043558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/7393617597357043558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/7393617597357043558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/01/power-of-change.html' title='The Power Of Change'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-8226612527608386947</id><published>2009-01-26T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:37:00.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Cirque Du Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SX28QVJqd9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/h2RV-j_-bR0/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SX28QVJqd9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/h2RV-j_-bR0/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295595725599176658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Cirque Du Freak is a very fabulous book .I did some research in the book and  I found out is a whole sequence.After Darren became the vampires assistant there is another book called the Vampires Assistant.I predict is going to be a whole mess with many twists.Is going to end up saying the title of the third book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-8226612527608386947?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/8226612527608386947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=8226612527608386947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8226612527608386947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8226612527608386947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/01/cirque-du-freak_26.html' title='Cirque Du Freak'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SX28QVJqd9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/h2RV-j_-bR0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-5324585299132696029</id><published>2009-01-23T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:12:21.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Praise Song for the Day" by Elizabeth Alexander</title><content type='html'>I think "praise song for the day" means that is meaning thanks to the people that came before us and our heroes. This is significant to the poem because Obama gave us hope and Martin Luther King Junior fight ,so Obama could stand in front of the whole country. This poem makes me feel proud, proud of all the country because we have changed during the years. I really like when the poet used live by love because it sounds like there is a lot of love and there is peaceful moments. The poet uses these to show you how you should love someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Some poetic device that I notice was repetition ,rhyme and free verse.  Every one is thinking of Obama at the same time and not thinking about there personal live.  The theme of these poem is that everyone has change and they want change .  We all work together and think the same things about our knew president.  This poem reminds me that the world has changed and we are not in Martin Luther King Junior times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-5324585299132696029?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/5324585299132696029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=5324585299132696029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/5324585299132696029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/5324585299132696029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/01/praise-song-for-day-by-elizabeth.html' title='&quot;Praise Song for the Day&quot; by Elizabeth Alexander'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-6251130201816438004</id><published>2009-01-12T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T05:43:26.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Cirque Du Freak</title><content type='html'>This book in there most exciting pages!Darren has come to a lot of trouble.He was so desperate that he accepted to became the vampires assistant if the vampire help his friend.So the vampire bite Darren and his family toad he was dead.After his family left him in the cemetery the vampire came to take him out of the cemetery so he is know&lt;br /&gt;                                                        "THE VAMPIRES ASSISTANT,"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  FOREVER.&lt;a href="file:///Users/student/Desktop/www.amazon.com:.webloc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-6251130201816438004?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/6251130201816438004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=6251130201816438004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/6251130201816438004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/6251130201816438004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2009/01/cirque-du-freak.html' title='Cirque Du Freak'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-7454683919099387626</id><published>2008-12-15T06:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:49:31.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POST TEST PREP ACTION PLAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_blwfzlA32Dw/SUZt20sKxUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/k5MVXMILSaA/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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It is very mysterious and I recommend every one to read it.This is the best book written for  teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We used technology to pretend that we are in a time of racism.We write journals by pretending to be another person.This helps me to improve my skills of reading and writing.Reading by understanding a higher level book.Writing by looking at knew vocabulary words and then using them.My goals for the rest of the school year are to read more than 30 books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Reading and writing is important to the future because it helps me improve myself.It makes have a great job.I could pass any tests in another schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                          Sincerely;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                              Ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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ELA'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-6403635807071076668</id><published>2008-11-24T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:00:48.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cirque Du Freak</title><content type='html'>This book is one of the best books I had read this year.Is extremely interesting for people my age.The description of each chapter makes you want to know what happens next.This book has a excellent description of every freak in the freak show.For example,the wolf man was very fury and he came out of the cage and bite a woman's hand.All her blood was pumping out and she was screaming for help.How did that make you feel?Darren found a lot that his best friend wanted to be a vampire.He stole a freaky poisoned spider from the freak show.The spiders name is Madam Octa and she bit his best friend.So,Steve his best friend is at the hospital but he is scared to tell  the truth of what really happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-6403635807071076668?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/6403635807071076668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=6403635807071076668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/6403635807071076668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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,"they look exactly the same".So that is what people think,that he draw himself as a woman.Is a mystery that it hasn't been solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 284px; height: 371px;" alt="The image “http://www.unmuseum.org/leomona.jpg” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.unmuseum.org/leomona.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/student/Desktop/leomona.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/student/Desktop/leomona.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-7164172645726915806?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/7164172645726915806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=7164172645726915806' 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type='text'>MY OPINION</title><content type='html'>I wouldn't go next to a house that could be dangerous and risk my life.So I wouldn't do the same as Jem because I have a family and a mom that I love a lot.If he really cares of his family he wouldn't do that.If someone int he house caught him they could kill him.His friends could feel very guilty.So,nobody could say that Jam was a brave kid if he was dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-3911737747764440264?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/3911737747764440264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=3911737747764440264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/3911737747764440264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/3911737747764440264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-opinion.html' title='MY OPINION'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-7290446880936316577</id><published>2008-11-17T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:47:23.610-08:00</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://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm68/501gurl/interracial_hands_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 277px;" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm68/501gurl/interracial_hands_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   I think people change in some way or other. For example, I change my looks,my feelings and the ways I think about things. Every one changes, in a book ,in the real life ,from good to bad or from bad to good. Every one in my family changes the way they think. There was a lot of racism going on the 1930's,but now every one is treated equally and every one gets a long no matter what skin color they are.  &lt;img src="file:///Users/student/Desktop/interracial_hands_2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/student/Desktop/interracial_hands_2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/student/Desktop/interracial_hands_2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/student/Desktop/interracial_hands_2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-7290446880936316577?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/7290446880936316577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=7290446880936316577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/7290446880936316577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/7290446880936316577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2008/11/character-unit-intro.html' title='Character Unit Intro'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-8657520991219050569</id><published>2008-11-05T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:18:09.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Election Reflection</title><content type='html'>I'm speechless,I can't believe that I am going to say that I was thirteen years old when this happen.When someone asks me in the future what do I know about this important  peace of history they are going to be surprised.When the people from this country choice Obama that meant that there was no racism in this country and people don't care about other peoples skin color. I think he will change and fix the country in every way little by little. I would like him to take care of the immigration issue because I don't want to see people that I love suffering anymore. I think he's a brave man and he wouldn't give up because he work a lot to be the president of the United States.I really hope this election helps everyone.This makes me want to think that anyone could be anything they want because if he is the president we could be important as him to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-8657520991219050569?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/8657520991219050569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=8657520991219050569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8657520991219050569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/8657520991219050569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2008/11/electio-reflection.html' title='Election Reflection'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-1651522971919264392</id><published>2008-10-31T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:08:40.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Lived's Revenge</title><content type='html'>A jealousy night changed every thing! In Texas there was the nicest girl ever know.Her name was Lived. Her friends stared hating her because of that. So they become so jealousy they plan to make her life miserable. They took her trow the park all the way to a muddy water. She was not dumb but they told her a cat was bleeding and they needed her help to find the cat that run to the park.When she got there, her friends trow her to the water and they were waiting for her to come out and then take a picture for the year book. But she didn't came into midnight and she had no pulse. She was dead! Her friends buried her in the muddy water.But when it was 12 o'clock she came back and and scratch her friends door every night.Into her parents toad they were crazy and left from Texas forever. Some kids said her name backwards and she'll scratch there door rooms into they left Texas forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-1651522971919264392?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/1651522971919264392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=1651522971919264392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/1651522971919264392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/1651522971919264392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2008/10/liveds-revenge.html' title='Lived&apos;s Revenge'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-1510565715470305132</id><published>2008-10-17T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:00:20.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response#3</title><content type='html'>Ana Guerrero&lt;br /&gt;802                                                            Edgar Allan&lt;br /&gt;10/17/08&lt;br /&gt;1-26pg                                                                          By: John Neufeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       The tittle amazingly fits the story because is mostly about the Ficketts adopting Edgar Allan. About 3% of the story talks about his new family before he came. Then every thing else is about him and what his new family thinks about him. I don't agree with Mary Nell because she thinks that her parents shouldn't have adopted a kid with that skin color.For example: her words were,"why you adopted him instead of adopting a Mexican or a Chinese". That is being racist even do she say is not,he's a little kid she shouldn't say that. If I was the little kid I'll feel so sad and I woulnd't want to stay in that house. I'll think all the family hates me for starting problems. I'll maybe even runaway.What would you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-1510565715470305132?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/1510565715470305132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=1510565715470305132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/1510565715470305132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/1510565715470305132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2008/10/readers-response3.html' title='Readers Response#3'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-608967542339040149</id><published>2008-10-15T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:17:57.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response: Quesioning</title><content type='html'>Skinny questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is Obama from?&lt;br /&gt;2.How old is McCain?&lt;br /&gt;3.Who has the most votes?&lt;br /&gt;Fat questions:&lt;br /&gt;1.Is Obama the best candidate running for president?&lt;br /&gt;2.When they become presidents are they going to do what they say or they are just lying?&lt;br /&gt;3.Is McCain a peaceful men?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-608967542339040149?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/608967542339040149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=608967542339040149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/608967542339040149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/608967542339040149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2008/10/readers-response-quesioning.html' title='Readers Response: Quesioning'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-2467122061832964569</id><published>2008-10-15T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:15:05.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>'Raft: This Land Is Your Land'</title><content type='html'>How does the information in the box "A Day in the Life (of me!)" helps the reader understand the article?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       The information in the box of A Day in the Life (of me!) helps me predict that the story would be about a day. For example,in the box they say  A day meaning that she would write about one day in her life. She could write about what she does in one day. Obviously she's going to write about herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-2467122061832964569?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/2467122061832964569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=2467122061832964569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/2467122061832964569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/2467122061832964569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2008/10/raft-this-land-is-your-land.html' title='&apos;Raft: This Land Is Your Land&apos;'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865895289707515659.post-4471177313375370910</id><published>2008-10-07T08:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:16:28.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response#1</title><content type='html'>Ana Guerrero&lt;br /&gt;10/7/08&lt;br /&gt;802                                       &lt;br /&gt;                                                 Tiger,Tiger&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         By:Lynne Reid Banks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This book amazed me. It teaches me a lot more about cultures that I already knew.I couldn't believe in some cultures, the parents of someone that is thirteen would accept marriage. Aurelia was one of those girls that didn't want to marry at a young age. She believed in freedom and she wanted to keep her innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She wouldn't follow her mother steps. Marry at the age of thirteen and then have a baby at the age of fourteen. For her it was like this: live her life and don't marry when she gets older. A man was saying that it could be time for her to lose hr innocence . She didn't mind what that man said because dad wouldn't happen to her. Julius a close friend of hers lost his tiger.So Cesar take him to jail in chains.What you think could happen if there is another sequence of this book?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865895289707515659-4471177313375370910?l=ana802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/feeds/4471177313375370910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865895289707515659&amp;postID=4471177313375370910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/4471177313375370910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865895289707515659/posts/default/4471177313375370910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana802.blogspot.com/2008/10/readers-response1.html' title='Readers Response#1'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104256001815332884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
