<?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-8928268054587084249</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:01:54.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiffany's Blog(:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928268054587084249.post-3291025641571212887</id><published>2010-01-11T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:59:42.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems ..favourtie</title><content type='html'>My favourtie poem would have to be Understanding by Nancy Prasad. I chose this one because its telling you what a poem really is. I think it tells you that even though they are writting it abou them it can also mean just as much to us. We might actually really get something out of reading this because it could relate to us somehow. It also tells us how one poem can make such a diffrence and if it has an impact on you its yours to explore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-3291025641571212887?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/3291025641571212887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2010/01/poems-favourtie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/3291025641571212887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/3291025641571212887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2010/01/poems-favourtie.html' title='Poems ..favourtie'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-813709284447076093</id><published>2010-01-11T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:50:29.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>I think that this poem is kind of about sadness. They little boys grandpa dies and the father has always encouraged  him to write poems when thing are hard to cope with. The little boy finally writes one about his grandpa. I think the dad finally feels like he did something really good for his son, even during this time of difficulty. I agree with the fact that you need some way to just let all you emotions out. I think poetry is feelings in a form of art. I think it can also be used to help you get over something without getting aggressive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-813709284447076093?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/813709284447076093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2010/01/poems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/813709284447076093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/813709284447076093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2010/01/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-2200409009039878132</id><published>2010-01-04T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:44:38.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cue For Treason Plot Summary</title><content type='html'>In this book Cue for Treason a boy named Peter lives in Cumberland, North England. At the beginning at the of the book Peter has to leave his village because he threw a rock at the powerful Sir Phillip Morton. Him and his well known allies are coming after Peter. Peter leaves to Penrith and hides out there for a while, meanwhile when he thinks his identity is safe he runs into Sir Phillip Morton at a play by a touring playing company. He hides in a coffin which is a prop for the show, after the show it was carried onto the company's cart. The players discover Peter and take him in as a a boy actor, and another boy named Kit joined the acting group. Peter is jealous of Kit's acting ability. Soon later the acting company broke up and promised to take Kit and Peter to a theatre company in London. When Mr. Desmond breaks his leg in a river accident Kit and Peter still go. They both get accepted as apprentices by William Shakespeare who recognizes there incredible acting abilities. They perform various plays, and then at a play of Romeo and Juliet they run into Sir Phillip. Peters copy of Henry the 5 somehow gets taken from a strange gentleman. Then at a performance of Henry V Sir Phillip is there and Peter has to hide. They later on figure out that Sir Phillip has a plan to kill the Queen.  Kit and Peter get into a fight, Peter punches Kit and realizes shes a girl. He starts to realize he has feelings for her. They both set off on a quest to worn the Queen that Sir Phillip is trying to kill her. As a reward Peter and Kit say that they want her to free the common lands again. Then Kit and Peter get married and settle down. And they all live happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-2200409009039878132?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/2200409009039878132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2010/01/cue-for-treason-plot-summary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/2200409009039878132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/2200409009039878132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2010/01/cue-for-treason-plot-summary.html' title='Cue For Treason Plot Summary'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-4522694650597986375</id><published>2009-12-01T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:11:58.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Group Novels</title><content type='html'>I read The Heaven Shop for our group novels. After seeing presentations about other books I think that if i had to choose another book to read I would've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chosen&lt;/span&gt; stones. It looked like a very interesting book about friendship and saving spirits from bad spirits. I think that it would be a kind of book that I would enjoy reading. I think it also helped that the group presenting made it interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-4522694650597986375?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/4522694650597986375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/12/group-novels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/4522694650597986375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/4522694650597986375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/12/group-novels.html' title='Group Novels'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-1477785089538446512</id><published>2009-11-27T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:11:18.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heaven Shop#5</title><content type='html'>During the last part of the book Junie comes to her grandmas and the two are finally together again. Junie and Binti go on a little adventure to Monkey Bay to find Kwasi. Upon there arrival they find out Kwasi is in jail, after they get him out they head back to there grandmothers. Its very hard for there grandma to be able to support all the children, Kwasi, Junie and Binti decided to re-open The Heaven Shop just now in a new location. They also found out that Junie has AIDS. Overall i really liked this book I thought it was very well written. I would definitly recommend this book to kids our age, I do however think it is geared towards girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-1477785089538446512?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/1477785089538446512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/11/heaven-shop5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/1477785089538446512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/1477785089538446512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/11/heaven-shop5.html' title='The Heaven Shop#5'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-7255533755785982954</id><published>2009-11-27T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:06:02.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heaven Shop #4</title><content type='html'>During the 4/5 part of the Heaven Shop Binti lives with her grandma. She meets her cousin Memory and she can do everything just a little bit better then Binti does. She is kind of envious because she isn't as good with the chores as Memory. If I was Binti I would feel sad because her life was so good before and now she lives in a shack with 12 kids. I hope for Binti's sake she finds her brother and sister soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-7255533755785982954?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/7255533755785982954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/11/heaven-shop-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/7255533755785982954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/7255533755785982954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/11/heaven-shop-4.html' title='The Heaven Shop #4'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-877052292918306875</id><published>2009-11-17T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:09:06.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heaven Shop #2</title><content type='html'>So far this book has been very good, better then I thought. Lately in the book Binti's dad has become very ill. So sick that Junie and Binti had to stay home from school to take care of him. One day the owner of the coffin shop near by came over and helped Junie and Binti take there dad to the hospital. Soon after he sadly died.  I feel bad for the children because there aunts and uncles arn't treating them very nicely because they think that since there dad died of AIDS that they have it to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-877052292918306875?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/877052292918306875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/11/heaven-shop-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/877052292918306875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/877052292918306875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/11/heaven-shop-2.html' title='The Heaven Shop #2'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-3087323311486562446</id><published>2009-11-06T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:22:18.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Blog # 13</title><content type='html'>Now that I am wise and well educated about life in high school here are some thing I wish I knew in grade 8. In grade 8 it seems like life in high school is a scary and frighting place and its right around the corner! I was the average grade 8 didn't really know what high school was going to bring for me. I was scared about the classes, homework,teachers and meeting new people. Although some people will try to tell you scary stories about initiation and cafeteria tables some of these stories may have been true but usually the are just over rated. Even though the first couple of days are scary it will get better. Its so much better then public school you get to eat in the cafeteria go to school dances and watch football games. I no your just in grade 8 thinking well I have a while before I go but trust me it sneaks up pretty fast, but high school is going to be some of the best times of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-3087323311486562446?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/3087323311486562446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/11/class-blog-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/3087323311486562446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/3087323311486562446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/11/class-blog-13.html' title='Class Blog # 13'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-6459243831143516987</id><published>2009-11-06T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:09:30.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Blog #12 Bring your kid to work day</title><content type='html'>I thought that overall bring you kid to work day went fairly well for me. I went to VMS and shadowed the  job of a gym teacher. It went quite well I learned alot about what its like being a gym teacher. After spending the day at VMS I don't think I would want to be a gym teacher. Little kids screaming and going crazy all day while whipping balls at each other isn't really for me. It was nice to have a break from my regualr school day and get to experience something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-6459243831143516987?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/6459243831143516987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/11/class-blog-12-bring-your-kid-to-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/6459243831143516987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/6459243831143516987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/11/class-blog-12-bring-your-kid-to-work.html' title='Class Blog #12 Bring your kid to work day'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-7171906045591677108</id><published>2009-11-02T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:29:39.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#9 Most Dangerous Game</title><content type='html'>In the story Most Dangerous Game we are introduced to a character who is a little strange. He is a big fan of hunting but when that becomes a very little challenge to trap and kill his prey he moves onto something a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;. Instead of hunting animals he hunts humans. I think this guy is very twisted and has very little thought about others. I think that what he is doing is very unjust but there is nobody on the island to stop him from his unusual games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-7171906045591677108?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/7171906045591677108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/11/9-most-dangerous-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/7171906045591677108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/7171906045591677108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/11/9-most-dangerous-game.html' title='#9 Most Dangerous Game'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-5615604572889287779</id><published>2009-11-02T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:26:17.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#8 A Knights Tale</title><content type='html'>I think that the movie has a good hero outline.  As a child something special happened etc. I think the movie demonstrates good friendship qualities instead of keeping the money for himself he paid for his friend to be let go from loan sharks. The main charcter sets out and has a goal and shows everyone he will do whatever it takes to accomplish it. He is very determined. I liked this movie alot and think that the actors were amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-5615604572889287779?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/5615604572889287779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/11/8-knights-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/5615604572889287779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/5615604572889287779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/11/8-knights-tale.html' title='#8 A Knights Tale'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-7241548281779927116</id><published>2009-10-29T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:56:32.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner#8</title><content type='html'>After staying hide for a while to stay safe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Baba&lt;/span&gt; decided to move to the 'new world' as known as America. There life will have gone from extraordinary and fabulous to living in a apartment in Los &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Angelos&lt;/span&gt;. Everything for them has changed dramatically. They &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; the same rich and well known people the were back in Afghanistan. If I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt; i would feel sad, because having to leave your house without any of your things would be really hard. He still thinks about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hassan&lt;/span&gt; and wonders were he is. I find this book confusing and hard to understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-7241548281779927116?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/7241548281779927116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/10/kite-runner8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/7241548281779927116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/7241548281779927116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/10/kite-runner8.html' title='The Kite Runner#8'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-2321715486538356457</id><published>2009-10-29T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:56:16.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner #7</title><content type='html'>After the nasty trick Amir pulled on Hassan, Hassan and his father decided to leave they no longer felt welcome in Amir and Baba's household. Baba begged him to stay but there was nothing he could do to make them change there decision. Soon after they left a war broke out in Afghanistan and Amir and Baba were forced to leave and find safety. The took a oil truck to a safer place were there wasn't so much fighting. Amir still thinks about Hassan and wonders what would've happened if he had of stuck up for him. If i was Amir i would feel bad to because he didn't just lose his servant he lost one of his best friends to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-2321715486538356457?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/2321715486538356457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/10/kite-runner-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/2321715486538356457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/2321715486538356457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/10/kite-runner-7.html' title='The Kite Runner #7'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-6713982021301559871</id><published>2009-10-29T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:56:01.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner#6</title><content type='html'>So far the story has been somewhat confusing. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt; feels so bad about what happened to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hassan&lt;/span&gt; but doesn't want to stand up for him. The only thing he can think of that will eliminate his problem is for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hassan&lt;/span&gt; to leave. When he brings up the thought to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Baba&lt;/span&gt; he reacts rather badly. He has to take matters into his own hands. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Baba&lt;/span&gt; ought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt; a watch for his birthday and very nice expensive watch, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt; had a plan. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt; decided to hide the watch and some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Afghan&lt;/span&gt; bills under &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hassans&lt;/span&gt; bed making it look like he stole his birthday gifts. I'm liking the book more and more but I still am finding it a little hard to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-6713982021301559871?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/6713982021301559871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/10/kite-runner6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/6713982021301559871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/6713982021301559871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/10/kite-runner6.html' title='The Kite Runner#6'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-932565581301815025</id><published>2009-10-29T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:55:32.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner #5</title><content type='html'>So far the book is alright, its almost Amir's birthday and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BaBa&lt;/span&gt; is throwing a huge party since he is proud of him for doing so well in the kite running competition. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt; really doesn't want a party because he feels guilty about what happened to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hassan&lt;/span&gt; and feels like he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; deserve a party. Seeing as it is not up to him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BaBa&lt;/span&gt; has it anyways he gets lots and lots of gifts and money. The only gift he really likes is the one his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BaBa's&lt;/span&gt; friend gave him it was a tan leather notebook where he could write his stories. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt; will never find use for any of the other gifts or money. If I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amir I&lt;/span&gt; would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; feel bad for not sticking up for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hassan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-932565581301815025?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/932565581301815025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/10/kite-runner-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/932565581301815025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/932565581301815025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/10/kite-runner-5.html' title='The Kite Runner #5'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-8528337476631046366</id><published>2009-10-21T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:27:08.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner #4</title><content type='html'>The Kite Runner is getting good Amir and Hassan are in a Kite Running competition. Amir is concentrated really hard on winning because he wants to feel loved by Baba because even thought Baba never said it Amir thinks that Baba still blames Amir for his wifes death.  Amir finally wins by being the last kite flying. Hassan chases after the last kite that was caught. When he finally catches it and is going to head back three kids start bullying him and threatens him unless he gives them the kite. Amir was to scared to say anything or do anything so he just watched. If i was Amir i would feel bad because I didn't help my friend but at the same time I understand becuase in certain situations it can very difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-8528337476631046366?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/8528337476631046366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/10/kite-runner-4.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/8528337476631046366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/8528337476631046366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/10/kite-runner-4.html' title='The Kite Runner #4'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-5520235894959140937</id><published>2009-10-05T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:37:48.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner#3</title><content type='html'>So far this book has been fairly deep and talks about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of issues that are highly important to the story. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hassan&lt;/span&gt; just had there first kite running competition. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hassan&lt;/span&gt; has a natural instinct to no where the kite is going to fall he is one of the best. As soon as the kite starts to fly away everyone runs all over trying to find the kite but Hassan knows exactly where its going to land. I think Amir is a little bit jealous of Hassans ability to do this. I think that he wishes he could do this to impress Baba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-5520235894959140937?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/5520235894959140937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/10/kite-runner3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/5520235894959140937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/5520235894959140937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/10/kite-runner3.html' title='The Kite Runner#3'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-4013917370771776285</id><published>2009-10-05T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:26:31.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner#2</title><content type='html'>This book is getting more interesting. When Amir was reading to Hassan by there blueberry tree three bullies came up and started bothering them. They were teasing Hassan because he is a hazara which aren't liked very much among the Afghanistan's people. The bullies threatened Hassan and Amir. If i was Hassan I wouldn't feel so good because Amir doesnt stick up for him very much and doesn't treat him like a real friend and only hangs out with him when his other friends can't. I'm excited to see whats going to happen with Amir and Hassan's friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-4013917370771776285?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/4013917370771776285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/10/kite-runner2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/4013917370771776285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/4013917370771776285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/10/kite-runner2.html' title='The Kite Runner#2'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-3776027036844085119</id><published>2009-09-30T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:41:21.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I have just recently started reading the kite runner it is about a boy in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kabul&lt;/span&gt; named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt;. He is the son of the very rich and powerful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Baba&lt;/span&gt;. Him and his servant are good friends, his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;servant&lt;/span&gt; is not seen as an equal though because he is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hazara&lt;/span&gt;. Amir and Hassan do everything together, Hassan enjoys when Amir reads to him. So far I have really enjoyed this book and am excited to keep reading more of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-3776027036844085119?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/3776027036844085119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/09/kite-runner-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/3776027036844085119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/3776027036844085119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/09/kite-runner-1.html' title='The Kite Runner #1'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-8938673728599528764</id><published>2009-09-18T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:13:33.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamb to The Slaughter</title><content type='html'>This is a story about a lady named Mrs. Mary Maloney she is deeply in love with her husband Patrick. One day her husband came home from a long day at work and he sat down and drank alot of whiskey. He told Mary he had something to tell her we all think he said that he couldn't be with her anymore. She  is heartbroken but her whole life revolved around Patrick and now she doesn't know what to do. She goes downstairs and gets some lamb leg to cook for dinner when she comes up she asked Patrick if he wants dinner he yells at her and she hits him over the head with the lamb. She calls the police and she acts inocent and nobody suspects anything.  She then gets to the police to eat the lamb.  She knows that they will never find out. I think it was a good story and i don't blame her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-8938673728599528764?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/8938673728599528764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/09/lamb-to-slaughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/8938673728599528764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/8938673728599528764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/09/lamb-to-slaughter.html' title='Lamb to The Slaughter'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-6362285497039229337</id><published>2009-09-15T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:21:13.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Lunch Date" is a story about a rich lady in New York City. She is at Grand Central Station, and drops her purse and everything along with it she hurrys to catch her train but misses it. Since the next train isn't for a while so she decided to go for lunch. When she gets there she gets a salad but then when she gets to her table she puts her bags down and disenfects the whole table, she then realized she forogt a fork. She got up and got a fork, when she got back a black guy was sitting at her table eating her salad. She reaches for it and he snarls at her so they share the salad.Once they are finsihed he gets up and he seems like he doesnt have alot of money but buys them both a coffee. Once they finish the coffee the old lady leaves, she goes to catch her train but when she is half way there she realizes she left her bags so she turns around. She gets back to the restaurant to find her bags along with a salad that was untouched. She starts laughing and realizes she ate the black guys salad. Then she catches her train and goes home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-6362285497039229337?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/6362285497039229337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/09/lunch-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/6362285497039229337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/6362285497039229337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/09/lunch-date.html' title='Lunch Date'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-6352094529426059680</id><published>2009-09-14T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:44:16.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gr. 9</title><content type='html'>I think the song "Grade 9" by the Barenaked Ladies describes what grade nines really feel on the first day of high school. A little bit of excitment and a little nervous, as you come to those big doors you stop and realize this is it my first day. You scramble to find your first class and get there just in time, after u asked one of the scary older kids. You have to walk in infront of the whole class they all stare and your stomach flops, you take a seat near the fron thats all thats left. Before you no it its lunch, where to go the cafeteria, home, outside,hallways? If the cafeteria what table with what kind of people? Your lost in a world of kids just like you. The day comes to a close you look back on the day and think hmm maybe i shouldn't of got myself all worked up it wasn't to bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-6352094529426059680?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/6352094529426059680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/09/gr-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/6352094529426059680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/6352094529426059680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/09/gr-9.html' title='Gr. 9'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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-8928268054587084249.post-3007823886404102748</id><published>2009-09-10T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:50:59.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mella</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I think its amazing how the story of Mella is so much like the Lion King, the stories are so simalar but told diffrently. Mella is an amazing story about how one girl with such courage, and bravery. Her Dad is dying and the only one who can save him is the python healer. But every person who goes to the python healer he usually eats for dinner.She loves her Dad so she faces her fear and lets the python healer wrap around her and she has to walk all the way back to her village where her father the king is dieing, and the python heals her father. As a reward of her bravery the python lets her take whatever gold treasure she wants from his cave. When Mella's older brothers find out about the treasure she warns the python healer, and he scared them off, they now both live way out in the jungle. I think this story teaches people to go for what the believe in and be brave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8928268054587084249-3007823886404102748?l=tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/feeds/3007823886404102748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/09/mella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/3007823886404102748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8928268054587084249/posts/default/3007823886404102748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanysblogxox.blogspot.com/2009/09/mella.html' title='Mella'/><author><name>Tiffany Falconer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00380432209340295693</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>
