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		<title>Proudest moment</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 15:59:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My proudest moment was when I got into an honors class and got A’s all year in that class. I was so happy I got into a more challenging class and got good grades in that class. It is my first honors class I have ever had in school. I expected it to be hard [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #ff6600">My proudest moment was when I got into an honors class and got A’s all year in that class. I was so happy I got into a more challenging class and got good grades in that class. It is my first honors class I have ever had in school. I expected it to be hard and to fail but I got good grades and was really easy to pass.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff6600">When my parents found out I was in a humors class they were so happy. When I was getting all A’s in that class they were really proud of me. They always expected me to do well in all my classes. Now that I’m going really well in an honors class they know I’ll do well in the classes in high school. Being in an honors class really bossed my self-esteem in thinking I can really do well in school and go to college.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff6600">All year I have worked hard in all my classes to do well. To get all good grades in every class. Getting good grades is really important to me now. Knowing that having good grades and a good education is the only way to get to college. And also to get the job and life I want after school is done with.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff6600">Being in an honors class now will also help me get in more honors and challenging classes in high school. Being in more challenging classes lets be more ahead and challenged to succeed in school. It also makes more likely to get accepted into a good college.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff6600">That’s really why being in an honors class is such a proud moment for me. I really know that being in that class will help me get into a good school and that life I want when I’m older.</span></p>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2010 17:18:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>The Host by Stephanie Mayer Book review</title>
		<link>http://tonya2014.edublogs.org/2010/05/10/the-host-by-stephanie-mayer-book-review/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2010 17:16:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This book is about when the world is taken over by aliens called souls that take over a human body and use it as their host to survive. Living their lives like nothing happened in the host body. When one of the last humans, Melanie, is captured and by the seekers, souls put in a [...]]]></description>
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<p>This book is about when the world is taken over by aliens called souls that take over a human body and use it as their host to survive. Living their lives like nothing happened in the host body. When one of the last humans, Melanie, is captured and by the seekers, souls put in a host and their job is to capture the remaining humans. A soul is put into her body losing all control of her body and she worries also her mind. Wanderer the soul put into Melanie’s body was told about the difficulty of living in a human host. The overwhelming emotions and the graphic memories.</p>
<p>Wanderer goes through Melanie’s mind hoping to find the location of the remaining hiding humans but Melanie fills her mind of the man she loves Jared, a human still in hiding. Unable to separate her from her bodies desires, she wants to fine Jared as much as Melanie. So they set out on a dangerous journey to find the one they both desire to be with so much.</p>
<p>Melanie is like any other human. She wants best for her and the ones she loves, she wants to act out in violence to get back at people who did wrong, and always wants things to work out her way and if it doesn’t she thinks it’s unfair. Wanderer is the opposite she what is best for others and puts her well being second of everyone else. She hates violence and would never hit anyone not even in an act of self defense and she wants everyone to be happy. The setting for most of the book is in underground tunnels in the middle of the desert not that far from Seattle.</p>
<p>I absolutely loved this book I have read it many many times and intend to read it more. I would recommend it to all my friends. It just shows more of the talent that Stephanie possesses.</p>
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		<title>&#8220;Choices&#8221; By: Nikki Giovanni</title>
		<link>http://tonya2014.edublogs.org/2010/05/03/choices-by-nikki-giovanni/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2010 17:02:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[if i can&#8217;t do what i want to do then my job is to not do what i don&#8217;t want to do it&#8217;s not the same thing but it&#8217;s the best i can do if i can&#8217;t have what i want . . . then my job is to want what i&#8217;ve got and be [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: xx-small;">if i can&#8217;t do<br />
what i want to do<br />
then my job is to not<br />
do what i don&#8217;t want<br />
to do</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: xx-small;">it&#8217;s not the same thing<br />
but it&#8217;s the best i can<br />
do</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: xx-small;">if i can&#8217;t have<br />
what i want . . . then<br />
my job is to want<br />
what i&#8217;ve got<br />
and be satisfied<br />
that at least there<br />
is something more to want</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: xx-small;">since i can&#8217;t go<br />
where i need<br />
to go . . . then i must . . . go<br />
where the signs point<br />
through always understanding<br />
parallel movement<br />
isn&#8217;t lateral</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: xx-small;">when i can&#8217;t express<br />
what i really feel<br />
i practice feeling<br />
what i can express<br />
and none of it is equal<br />
i know<br />
but that&#8217;s why mankind<br />
alone among the animals<br />
learns to cry</span></p>
<p>I think she is trying to say that that she is going to try to make the best choices that she can to.  She is also trying her best to do what she can. When she says &#8220;When I can&#8217;t express what i really feel i practice feeling what i can express and none of it is equal,&#8221; she is trying to say that sometimes you cant express how you feel some times so you just express it by doing what ypu know you can do, like laughing or crying, ect.</p>
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		<title>5 Poems</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Apr 2010 15:13:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Haiku Walking in the rain Washing away my sorrow Getting a new start Limerick As the sun rises my skin burns Hiding in the darkness hoping no one no one learns Letting no one get close to me Making sure no one can see These are my only concerns Cinquain Darkness Silent and cold Lurking [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong><em><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Haiku</span></em></strong></p>
<p>Walking in the rain</p>
<p>Washing away my sorrow</p>
<p>Getting a new start</p>
<p><strong><em><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Limerick</span></em></strong></p>
<p>As the sun rises my skin burns</p>
<p>Hiding in the darkness hoping no one no one learns</p>
<p>Letting no one get close to me</p>
<p>Making sure no one can see</p>
<p>These are my only concerns</p>
<p><strong><em><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Cinquain</span></em></strong></p>
<p>Darkness</p>
<p>Silent and cold</p>
<p>Lurking around every corner</p>
<p>Lasting forever never leavening</p>
<p>Nightfall</p>
<p><strong><em><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Free </span></em></strong></p>
<p>Stand in the rain</p>
<p>Let it wash away your pain.</p>
<p>Let it hide your tears,</p>
<p>That you held for years.</p>
<p>Tears you refused to be shown.</p>
<p>For reasons only you have known.</p>
<p>One tear for all the things you have lost.</p>
<p>One tear for all the pain you came acrossed.</p>
<p>One tear for every hit you indored.</p>
<p>One tear for all the blood you poured.</p>
<p>But every storm comes to a end.</p>
<p>Then the skies clear and then there is a rainbow</p>
<p>And that’s all you need to know</p>
<p>Every storm has a beautiful end.</p>
<p><strong><em><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Free</span></em></strong></p>
<p>I lay here all alone.</p>
<p>Feeling my heart turn to stone.</p>
<p>As I fall asleep.</p>
<p>I think of things I want to keep.</p>
<p>I want to keep the part of me</p>
<p>That loves to sing and run free.</p>
<p>I want time to go back to fix the wrong I have done.</p>
<p>But I can only run.</p>
<p>I want my dad to care.</p>
<p>And my mom to just be there.</p>
<p>I want to keep my friends</p>
<p>And this list never ends.</p>
<p>But all the things I want most and choose</p>
<p>Are the things I slowly loose.</p>
<p>So I slip back into my dreams</p>
<p>Knowing nothing is what it seems.</p>
<p>But that’s where everything I want is,  living happily ever after.</p>
<p>Filled with happiness and laughter.</p>
<p>Living happy in my castle over a lake.</p>
<p>But I know it will all go when I awake</p>
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		<title>Success is counted sweetest</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2010 16:15:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Success is counted sweetest By those who ne&#8217;er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory! As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Burst agonized and clear!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #cc99ff;">Success is counted sweetest<br />
By those who ne&#8217;er succeed.<br />
To comprehend a nectar<br />
Requires sorest need. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #cc99ff;">Not one of all the purple host<br />
Who took the flag to-day<br />
Can tell the definition,<br />
So clear, of victory!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #cc99ff;"> As he, defeated, dying,<br />
On whose forbidden ear<br />
The distant strains of triumph<br />
Burst agonized and clear!</span></p>
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		<title>Sleeping in the Forest</title>
		<link>http://tonya2014.edublogs.org/2010/04/22/sleeping-in-the-forest/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2010 16:13:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the [...]]]></description>
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<div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #dcb791;">I thought the earth remembered me,<br />
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<div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #dcb791;">she took me back so tenderly,<br />
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<div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #dcb791;">arranging her dark skirts, her pockets<br />
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<div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #dcb791;">full of lichens and seeds.<br />
</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #dcb791;">I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,<br />
</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #dcb791;">nothing between me and the white fire of the stars<br />
</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #dcb791;">but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths<br />
</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #dcb791;">among the branches of the perfect trees.<br />
</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #dcb791;">All night I heard the small kingdoms<br />
</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #dcb791;">breathing around me, the insects,<br />
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<div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #dcb791;">and the birds who do their work in the darkness.<br />
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<div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #dcb791;">All night I rose and fell, as if in water,<br />
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<div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #dcb791;">grappling with a luminous doom. By morning<br />
</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #dcb791;">I had vanished at least a dozen times<br />
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<div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #dcb791;">into something better.<br />
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		<title>Touched by a Angel</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2010 16:02:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #00ffff;"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial;"> We, unaccustomed to courage<br />
exiles from delight<br />
live coiled in shells of loneliness<br />
until love leaves its high holy temple<br />
and comes into our sight<br />
to liberate us into life.</p>
<p>Love arrives<br />
and in its train come ecstasies<br />
old memories of pleasure<br />
<a id="KonaLink0" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/touched-by-an-angel/#" target="undefined"><span style="color: blue ! important; font-weight: 400; font-size: 14px; position: static;"><span style="border-bottom: 1px solid blue; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400; font-size: 14px; position: relative; background-color: transparent;">ancient </span><span style="border-bottom: 1px solid blue; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400; font-size: 14px; position: relative; background-color: transparent;">histories</span></span></a> of pain.<br />
Yet if we are bold,<br />
love strikes away the chains of fear<br />
from our souls.</p>
<p>We are weaned from our timidity<br />
In the flush of love&#8217;s light<br />
we dare be brave<br />
And suddenly we see<br />
that love costs all we are<br />
and will ever be.<br />
Yet it is only love<br />
which sets us free. </span></span></p>
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		<title>Touched by an Angel by Maya Angelou</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Apr 2010 17:14:11 +0000</pubDate>
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<td style="width: 100%;" valign="top"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333;"> <span style="color: #ffcc99;">We, unaccustomed to courage<br />
exiles from delight<br />
live coiled in shells of loneliness<br />
until love leaves its high holy temple<br />
and comes into our sight<br />
to liberate us into life.</p>
<p>Love arrives<br />
and in its train come ecstasies<br />
old memories of pleasure<br />
ancient histories of pain.<br />
Yet if we are bold,<br />
love strikes away the chains of fear<br />
from our souls.</p>
<p>We are weaned from our timidity<br />
In the flush of love&#8217;s light<br />
we dare be brave<br />
And suddenly we see<br />
that love costs all we are<br />
and will ever be.<br />
Yet it is only love<br />
which sets us free. </span><br />
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		<title>Woman Work by Maya Angelou</title>
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<td style="width: 100%;" valign="top"><span style="color: #ffff00;"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial;"> I&#8217;ve got the children to tend<br />
The clothes to mend<br />
The floor to mop<br />
The food to shop<br />
Then the chicken to fry<br />
The baby to dry<br />
I got company to feed<br />
The garden to weed<br />
I&#8217;ve got shirts to press<br />
The tots to dress<br />
The can to be cut<br />
I gotta clean up this hut<br />
Then see about the sick<br />
And the cotton to pick.Shine on me, sunshine<br />
Rain on me, rain<br />
Fall softly, dewdrops<br />
And cool my brow again.</p>
<p>Storm, blow me from here<br />
With your fiercest wind<br />
Let me float across the sky<br />
&#8216;Til I can rest again.</p>
<p>Fall gently, snowflakes<br />
Cover me with white<br />
Cold icy kisses and<br />
Let me rest tonight.</p>
<p>Sun, rain, curving sky<br />
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone<br />
Star shine, moon glow<br />
You&#8217;re all that I can call my own</p>
<p></span></span><span style="color: #ffff00;"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial;">Reflection:</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ffff00;"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial;">i think this is a very god poem expressing and telling what a mother has to do and deal with to a day to day basis. i really enjoyed this poem<br />
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