<?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-6203053468783754416</id><updated>2011-09-11T07:01:02.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Love &amp; Writing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-7385874807432538145</id><published>2010-12-14T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T09:00:22.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner</title><content type='html'>If you were drawn into the Twilight Saga, you will love this novel by Stephenie Myer. In the third book of the Saga, Eclipse, a clan of newborn vampires is created. Out of the many blood thirsty newborns there is a young girl named Bree Tanner. She is a bit to nice and scared of what she has become and what it means, to be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;viscous&lt;/span&gt; bloodsucking creature. Pulled out of a life on the streets, bitten, made to suffer through the burning pains of becoming a vampire, and then ripped apart by a clan of yellow eyed vampires she didn't even know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;existed, Bree goes through many obstacles and tragedys in her second life. Lied to, betrayed, scared of the others in her clan she stays hidden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-7385874807432538145?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/7385874807432538145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/12/short-second-life-of-bree-tanner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/7385874807432538145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/7385874807432538145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/12/short-second-life-of-bree-tanner.html' title='The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-2225862714558166913</id><published>2010-12-06T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:16:14.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>Whenever he tells me he loves me&lt;br /&gt;After looking into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Before we say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;As we make our departure for the day&lt;br /&gt;I say "I love you too baby, with all my heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I say it back&lt;br /&gt;Before we look away&lt;br /&gt;Before we go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Before we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I know it is true because I feel it in my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-2225862714558166913?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/2225862714558166913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/12/poem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/2225862714558166913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/2225862714558166913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/12/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-7805218709554945505</id><published>2010-11-19T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T08:48:55.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretties</title><content type='html'>Tally has been transformed into a pretty, what she has wanted all her life, but she did not get the surgery to be "pretty," she got it to test the drug, to be the guinea pig for the drug made by the smokies. The drug is suppose to cure "pretty-minds." &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Research&lt;/span&gt; done by the smokies has revealed that pretties have lesions on their brains after getting the surgery, and they believe these are what make the pretties, "pretty-minded," what makes them want to stay pretty. Tally will be no different though, so wouldn't she want to stay pretty?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-7805218709554945505?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/7805218709554945505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/11/pretties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/7805218709554945505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/7805218709554945505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/11/pretties.html' title='Pretties'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-7155629971463628223</id><published>2010-11-15T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T08:27:33.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argument: Coffee Stands in School</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Assertion/Claim: Schools should have coffee stands for the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Of course with the younger students, parents would have to give permission for thier children to consume the coffee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Increase your brain power with coffee- a natural and effective stimulant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the Pharmacological Basis of Therapeutics by Dr. J Murdoch Ritchieh, he reports... On thepositive side, caffeine produces &lt;em&gt;"a more rapid and clearer flow of thought,"&lt;/em&gt; and allays&lt;em&gt;"drowsiness and fatigue. After taking caffiene one is capable of greater sustained intellectual and a more perfect association of ideas. There is also a keener appreciation of sensory stimuli, and motor activity is increased; typists, for example, work faster with fewer errors."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Effects of Caffeine on the Brain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caffeine is a stimulant, meaning its accelerates physiological activity. Specifically, it speeds up the action of your brain and makes you more alert. It does this by binding to adenosine receptors in the brain. Normally, the chemical adenosine binds to these, causing drowsiness by slowing down nerve cell activity. Caffeine gets in the way of the chemical adenosine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They Say; I Say&lt;/strong&gt;: They say caffeine is not allowed in schools.... I say that the schools can use decaf coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paragraph:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To my knowledge, caffeine would cause a significant inrease in students participation in school activities and school work. Caffeine is a brain stimulant that speeds up the action of your brain and makes you more alert thus students would be more awake, not fall asleep in class, and think more clearly and better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inductive/ Deductive Thinking Statement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The facts are that coffee does increase brain activity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-7155629971463628223?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/7155629971463628223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/11/argument-coffee-stands-in-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/7155629971463628223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/7155629971463628223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/11/argument-coffee-stands-in-school.html' title='Argument: Coffee Stands in School'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-840315604782248982</id><published>2010-11-05T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T08:15:29.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look for Me by Moonlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/TNQljFuU3cI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6oygWtjawWo/s1600/30463010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536091126707314114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/TNQljFuU3cI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6oygWtjawWo/s200/30463010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look for me by moonlight,&lt;/em&gt; to me, was a intensely good novel.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Vincent Morthanos, a mysterious older man who claims he rights poetry and books, arrives at sixteen-year-old Cynda's fathers inn, she is mesmerized by the beauty, charm, and intelligence he possesses. Cynda is sure that she is in love. She is also sure that he feels the same, at least she hopes. He stays secluded much of the time, up in his room, but when Vincent does come out, Cynda notices his beautiful and sensitive eyes that give her shivers up her spine, looking at her, wanting her. She is blind by love to see him for what he really is, to see the truth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-840315604782248982?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/840315604782248982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/11/look-for-me-by-moonlight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/840315604782248982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/840315604782248982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/11/look-for-me-by-moonlight.html' title='Look for Me by Moonlight'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/TNQljFuU3cI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6oygWtjawWo/s72-c/30463010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-5429443707606773149</id><published>2010-11-05T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:16:27.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/TNQcnLfY00I/AAAAAAAAAFM/g7Hswg71b88/s1600/1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536081301370098498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/TNQcnLfY00I/AAAAAAAAAFM/g7Hswg71b88/s200/1111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Time Machine&lt;/em&gt;, by H.G Wells is very interesting in a way of adventures and new discoveries, yet it is a kind of confusing book to me. In the beginning of the book, the time traveller is talking to different people about his invention of the time machine in a dialogue that I could not understand easily. Later on, he tells of his travel to the future. He tells of the little people who lived, the delightful flowers and brilliant butterflies. He tells of how there was no disease, no danger of war or wild beasts. The world was in peace. The houses of which the little people lived in were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;magnificent&lt;/span&gt; works of art. Like i said before, this book is very interesting just a little hard to understand so I would recommened that anyone who likes adventure read &lt;em&gt;The Time Machine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-5429443707606773149?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/5429443707606773149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-machine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/5429443707606773149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/5429443707606773149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-machine.html' title='The Time Machine'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/TNQcnLfY00I/AAAAAAAAAFM/g7Hswg71b88/s72-c/1111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-3176295334236503511</id><published>2010-11-01T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:30:22.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/TNQhoGqyjJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4n2Ty_84suA/s1600/intervene-behalf-bullied-child--200X200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536086814813752466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/TNQhoGqyjJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4n2Ty_84suA/s200/intervene-behalf-bullied-child--200X200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suicide, school shootings, severe depression, crying, hurting, there is so many feelings that being bullied can make a person feel. So many thoughts that can lead to actions.&lt;br /&gt;Many people just look at bullying as fooling around, having fun, but what about when the person that is being bullied brings a gun to school, kills himself, kills the person that is bullying them, how do you look at the situation then?&lt;br /&gt;Bullying arouses many different emotions in people. For the bully, bullying could make them feel powerful, stronger, but for the person being bullied, their emotions &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/TNQihn3QQcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/j02rJM93E5A/s1600/bully7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536087802976944578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/TNQihn3QQcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/j02rJM93E5A/s200/bully7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;are a totally different story. They feel hurt, sad, angry. It could make them feel like dying, like giving up, make them think they have no reason to live anymore. For example, if that person is being bullied at school, being pushed around, called names, ect. What if the same thing is going on at their home also? What if their parents abuse them? Having that go on at home and at school, wouldn't you feel like giving up too? Wouldn't tou feel like dying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-3176295334236503511?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/3176295334236503511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/11/bullying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/3176295334236503511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/3176295334236503511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/11/bullying.html' title='Bullying'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/TNQhoGqyjJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4n2Ty_84suA/s72-c/intervene-behalf-bullied-child--200X200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-3139758753242446848</id><published>2010-10-21T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T08:07:48.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>I am very excited about homecoming this year. We are going up against Blytheville this year and we're going to win like always. I am ready to see the Batesville Pioneers kick some Chickasaw butts! The game is always very tense and exciting on homecoming night. I am looking forward to the yelling and screaming "Go Pioneers," and watching all the touchdowns that the Pioneers will make.&lt;br /&gt;Spirit week has been a blast this year. I have enjoyed dressing up and also looking at all the funny things people come up with. The decorations are awesome and give me a lot of school spirit.&lt;br /&gt;The homecoming dance will not be goinmg on this year, but I am ok with that. We are having one the week after so it will make up for it. I am excited to go. I love dressing up and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;                                                               GO PIONEERS!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-3139758753242446848?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/3139758753242446848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/10/homecoming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/3139758753242446848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/3139758753242446848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/10/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-1603982199510203228</id><published>2010-10-21T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T07:57:03.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uglies</title><content type='html'>Tally has grown up in a world  where everyone, on their sixteenth birthday, gets an operation that makes their faces and bodies perfect. After the operation they are known as a pretty, and live in New Pretty Town and live a life of fun and partying. Before they are known as an ugly. Tally cannot wait to turn sixteen and join the prettys and have fun. Shortly before the operation Tally has always dreamt about,  she becomes friends with a girl named Shay. Shay and her have the same birthday, so Tally is very excited that they will both turn pretty together. Little does Tally know that Shay does not want to turn pretty. She wants to run away to a town called The Smoke, a secret town for people who refuse to have the operation. When Shay runs away to The Smoke after Tally refuses to go with her, Tally is given an option by Special Cicumstances, the secret police, to either betray her friend and help them find The Smoke or remain ugly for the rest of her life. To find out what choice Tally makes, read Uglies by Scott Westerfeld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-1603982199510203228?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/1603982199510203228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/10/uglies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/1603982199510203228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/1603982199510203228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/10/uglies.html' title='Uglies'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-1948097856330748839</id><published>2010-09-27T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T07:50:34.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>I am a hyphen&lt;br /&gt;Words should be thought of as one&lt;br /&gt;I am a hyphen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-1948097856330748839?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/1948097856330748839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/09/haiku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/1948097856330748839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/1948097856330748839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/09/haiku.html' title='Haiku'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-1725300488477607024</id><published>2010-09-23T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T16:56:52.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/TK5eNArEpfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/liM5rcKMYSQ/s1600/s640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525457370442147314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/TK5eNArEpfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/liM5rcKMYSQ/s200/s640x480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need by Carrie Jones is about a young girl, Zara White, who moves to a small shivery Maine town. Zara's mother, who Zara lived with in Connecticut, says she can not deal with her not smiling, being sad, and her not being herself anymore so she sent her off to Maine to live with her mother, Zara's grandmother. Before leaving Connecticut, Zara notices this creepy man in a black coat following her. She doesn't really think anything of it until she goes to her new school. While in the lunchroom with her new friends, Devyn and Issie, she sees the guy again, and he's pointing at her. This gives her the shivers. In this small town, there have been boys gone missing in the past few months. They quickly find out this guy maybe a pixie and not the nice sweet pixies either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-1725300488477607024?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/1725300488477607024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/09/need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/1725300488477607024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/1725300488477607024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/09/need.html' title='Need'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/TK5eNArEpfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/liM5rcKMYSQ/s72-c/s640x480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-7430917989953716015</id><published>2010-09-02T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T08:16:29.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chosen Theme</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oy032eDF3Fk/SVvKB7DXAQI/AAAAAAAAAoI/coQU3XV93yc/s400/Peace-in-Love.jpg" /&gt;My theme, Peace Love and Writing, symbolizes my intentions for my blog. While creating my blog last year, I wanted to go for a tranquil kind of feeling, a feeling that would make somebody feel all warm inside. Peace and love can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many gadgets on my blog that have to deal with peace and love. Many that can teach you about these two topics or quotes that just make you feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colors of my blog are very calming and pretty. Pink and red are the colors of love. That is the reason I chose this background for my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in english class so instead of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness I put writing. Peace is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tranquility and a calm state of mind. Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is beautiful. So My blog is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-7430917989953716015?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/7430917989953716015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/09/chosen-theme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/7430917989953716015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/7430917989953716015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/09/chosen-theme.html' title='The Chosen Theme'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oy032eDF3Fk/SVvKB7DXAQI/AAAAAAAAAoI/coQU3XV93yc/s72-c/Peace-in-Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-9132889424736537303</id><published>2010-06-02T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T07:04:54.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/TAZk-hMLqdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m3wVjkNbw1M/s1600/night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478177021966920146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/TAZk-hMLqdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m3wVjkNbw1M/s200/night.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night by Elie Wiesel is about his life growing up in the concentration camps of the Holocaust. Night begins in 1941 when Elie is twelve years old. Elie along with his mother, father, sister, and many other Jews of Sighet are stuffed into cattle wagons and taken to Birkenau to be tortured. Elie gets forever split from his mother and sister. He witnesses much darkness and anguish while being stuck in this torturous place. He sees babys being thrown into a ditch into burning flames, he and his father indure severe beatings, he witnesses several hangings, he sees a boy kill his own father over some food. Elie and his father are able to survive through the selection process and not get cremated. Eventhough his father overcomes all these things he manages to fall ill and eventually die. The Germans planned to kill all the jews but their plan did not succeed because of the uprise of the resistance and American tanks came and rescued them. Elie is put in the hospital and he survives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-9132889424736537303?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/9132889424736537303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/06/night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/9132889424736537303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/9132889424736537303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/06/night.html' title='Night'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/TAZk-hMLqdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m3wVjkNbw1M/s72-c/night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-3875655175967296872</id><published>2010-05-28T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T06:27:57.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S__AkT7nmPI/AAAAAAAAADg/hRzzsmpdyoI/s1600/dark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476307401963968754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S__AkT7nmPI/AAAAAAAAADg/hRzzsmpdyoI/s320/dark.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      "I pinched myself: Was I still alive? Was I still awake? How was it possible that men, women, and children were being burned and that the world kept silent?&lt;br /&gt;      This picture that I have drawn symbolizes darkness in all the people that were killed and hurt, made slaves of, and even thrown into the flames by the evil of man that put them there, cremated, made fools of, screaming and crying. The chaos in the times of the Holocaust render much darkness in the lifes that were unwillingly put to silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-3875655175967296872?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/3875655175967296872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/05/darkness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/3875655175967296872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/3875655175967296872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/05/darkness.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S__AkT7nmPI/AAAAAAAAADg/hRzzsmpdyoI/s72-c/dark.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-5555895992722478858</id><published>2010-05-20T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T06:49:45.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holocaust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S__J6zzBJYI/AAAAAAAAADw/7-IOXiBAY3k/s1600/holocaust5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476317684079601026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S__J6zzBJYI/AAAAAAAAADw/7-IOXiBAY3k/s200/holocaust5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S__Hx4239aI/AAAAAAAAADo/-iprk_D2rt8/s1600/holocaust-mass-grave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476315331795875234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S__Hx4239aI/AAAAAAAAADo/-iprk_D2rt8/s320/holocaust-mass-grave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Term &lt;em&gt;Holocaust.... &lt;/em&gt;To me the term holocaust means disaster, destruction, sadness, pain, and suffering. The dictionary term for Holocaust is "A great or complete &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;devastation or destruction, esp. by fire." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-5555895992722478858?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/5555895992722478858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/05/holocaust_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/5555895992722478858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/5555895992722478858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/05/holocaust_20.html' title='Holocaust'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S__J6zzBJYI/AAAAAAAAADw/7-IOXiBAY3k/s72-c/holocaust5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-3796951020647895828</id><published>2010-05-10T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T06:24:41.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon</title><content type='html'>The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon by Steven King is a very intense dramatic novel. It begins with a mother a daughter and a son on a family trip. While walking down a trail the daughter has to use the bathroom. There is nothing around except for woods. She figures it will only take her a minute and she would catch back up to her family. She would have told them but they were to busy arguing. They didn't even notice her leave. As she walks out into the woods she looks back to see if anybody can see her. She keeps walking because she don't want anybody to see her. She walks so far that she gets lost. All she has with her is her walkman and a little bit to eat. To find out if she is found, a major tragedy occurs, or if she finds her own way out, you will have to read the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-3796951020647895828?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/3796951020647895828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/05/girl-who-loved-tom-gordon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/3796951020647895828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/3796951020647895828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/05/girl-who-loved-tom-gordon.html' title='The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-3516889219164896067</id><published>2010-04-30T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T06:43:42.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overcoming the Tragedys</title><content type='html'>Through all the hardships and tragedys that has happened in my moms life through the past four years she overcomes all of these and still manages to carry on. It all started with her best friend passing away. The person that she could always talk to, the only person she ever talked to passed away. She went through grief and depression and sometimes I was scared for her. The next thing that happened was her husband, my stepdad, for ten years left her. She loved him with all her heart and did not see why he would do such a thing. Neither did I. She was a great wife, and a loving mother which she still continues to be. After he left she could not pay all the bills and the house payment by herself so we lost the house. Soon after that the worst tragedy of all took place. On August 18, 2006, her son, my brother, Justin Mcmahan, died. He was in a car wreck. She was devistatated, we both were. He was twenty years of age and still had his whole life ahead of him but it was cut short. He never leaves my moms mind nor mine. Shortly after that, I became pregnant. My mom seen this as a blessing,but still yet it was going to be hard on her as well as me. To me my mom is strong and independent and still carrys on eventhough all this has happened in her life. She is my hero. She is my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-3516889219164896067?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/3516889219164896067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/04/overcoming-tragedys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/3516889219164896067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/3516889219164896067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/04/overcoming-tragedys.html' title='Overcoming the Tragedys'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-8319592113763396539</id><published>2010-04-20T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T07:29:33.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>Prom was a blast! Everybody dancing, the music, the lights, and all the well dressed students made prom very exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-8319592113763396539?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/8319592113763396539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/04/prom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/8319592113763396539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/8319592113763396539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/04/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-5690647838244897910</id><published>2010-04-14T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T06:18:41.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the 1920's</title><content type='html'>Based on what I have learned about the 1920's I would not have minded living in that decade. I would have actually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; liked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-5690647838244897910?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/5690647838244897910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/04/living-in-1920s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/5690647838244897910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/5690647838244897910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/04/living-in-1920s.html' title='Living in the 1920&apos;s'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-5646614553209976082</id><published>2010-04-02T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T07:17:51.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature's First Green is Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S__QhcJ4JQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/l3ONm-HduYA/s1600/gold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476324944817693954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S__QhcJ4JQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/l3ONm-HduYA/s200/gold.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first blooming on the trees of spring are not green, but they are gold. The gold does not stay though. They eventually bloom into green leaves or beautiful flowers. Driving down the road I have noticed all the gold. If it is from the leaves on the ground, to the buds on the trees, or the brightly colored bushes, you can find gold almost anywhere. It is a beautiful season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-5646614553209976082?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/5646614553209976082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/04/natures-first-green-is-gold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/5646614553209976082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/5646614553209976082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/04/natures-first-green-is-gold.html' title='Nature&apos;s First Green is Gold'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S__QhcJ4JQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/l3ONm-HduYA/s72-c/gold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-4677819870147369401</id><published>2010-03-31T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T07:15:18.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day :)</title><content type='html'>What does St. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Patrick's&lt;/span&gt; day mean to me? Well it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sored&lt;/span&gt; of reminds of my brother, Justin Mcmahan (R.I.P). He was as irish as it gets. Red hair, temper like no other, he just gave off the ora of Irish. Everytime this holiday comes around and I see all the green and clovers I can not help but to think of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-4677819870147369401?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/4677819870147369401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/4677819870147369401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/4677819870147369401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day :)'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-5651433634980977819</id><published>2010-03-15T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T06:43:35.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"TTYL"</title><content type='html'>"TTYL" is about bestfreinds who talk with each other about everything over IMing. The whole book is them IMing back and forth. They talk about boys, their family, school, and the trip that they want to take.Its just basically about regular teenagers lifes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-5651433634980977819?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/5651433634980977819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/03/ttyl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/5651433634980977819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/5651433634980977819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/03/ttyl.html' title='&quot;TTYL&quot;'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-1698099147762348390</id><published>2010-03-15T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T06:37:43.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner</title><content type='html'>The Kite Runner is about a boy named Amir who makes unwise decisions. He and his friend Hassan get bullied a lot. They finally have enough and Hasssan shoots a boys eye out with his slingshot. Amir enters the kite flying contest and wins it. His father is proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-1698099147762348390?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/1698099147762348390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/03/kite-runner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/1698099147762348390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/1698099147762348390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/03/kite-runner.html' title='The Kite Runner'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-7233964041275525504</id><published>2010-03-15T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T06:22:16.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic-Size Commitment</title><content type='html'>An olympic-size commitment that I would make is getting married to the one I love. I would be totally commited to him and do whatever I can for him as long as he would return the favor. When I find the one, I will make an olympic-size commitment to him.&lt;br /&gt;Someone that I know that has made an olympic-size commitment is my mom. She has made it a commitment to take care of me the best that she can and she does it very well. I have also made the commitment of taking care of my son, Laiden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-7233964041275525504?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/7233964041275525504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/03/olympic-size-commitment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/7233964041275525504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/7233964041275525504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/03/olympic-size-commitment.html' title='Olympic-Size Commitment'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-2593478195207603410</id><published>2010-02-03T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T07:07:31.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Civil Wars</title><content type='html'>All throughout my life my mother and her father, my grandfather, has not got along. I can not remember the last time I even saw or talked to him. What I do remember is how he use to give me chocolate when I was little and how he taught me to ride a bike. I do not know why my mom and my grandfather do not get along but I really wish they did. I would like to be able to see him and talk to him. This space betweem them, I think, is never going to close, never going to get any better. This fight is like a civil war because it is between family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-2593478195207603410?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/2593478195207603410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/02/civil-wars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/2593478195207603410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/2593478195207603410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2010/02/civil-wars.html' title='Civil Wars'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-5632315537334194598</id><published>2009-12-01T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T07:27:02.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullying</title><content type='html'>Bullying in my society is bad at times and not so at others. Many don't even realize they are doing it others realize and just do not care. I see it pretty much every day. Whether its from talking behind someones back to physically hurting them. Calling names, making fun, physical, menta, it all is considered bullying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-5632315537334194598?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/5632315537334194598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2009/12/bullying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/5632315537334194598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/5632315537334194598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2009/12/bullying.html' title='Bullying'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-7505471269103749138</id><published>2009-11-24T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:17:05.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am thankful for:</title><content type='html'>-God&lt;br /&gt;-My son, Laiden&lt;br /&gt;-My mom&lt;br /&gt;-My home&lt;br /&gt;-My friends&lt;br /&gt;-Family&lt;br /&gt;-Cortlen:-)&lt;br /&gt;-Coffee&lt;br /&gt;-Shopping&lt;br /&gt;-Living&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-7505471269103749138?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/7505471269103749138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-thankful-for-god-my-son-laiden-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/7505471269103749138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/7505471269103749138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-thankful-for-god-my-son-laiden-my.html' title='I am thankful for:'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-8359984956974761221</id><published>2009-11-16T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:45:00.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak</title><content type='html'>Speak was a very intense dramatic novel. It dealt with many real life circumstances and taught me to never judge. Melinda in the novel Speak deals with being raped and everyone hating her to an extent that she cuts herself. All throughout the book Melinda has to deal with people hating her for calling the cops at one of the summer partys, having no friends, no one understanding, what everyone does not know is that she called the cops because she was in shock from getting raped by It, Andy Evans. Melinda finds security in an old unused janitor closet. She sees that as her home away from home. Here she can relax, sleep, and be herself. No one judging her, no one there to call her names. Safe, hid away from the hate and ridicule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-8359984956974761221?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/8359984956974761221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2009/11/speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/8359984956974761221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/8359984956974761221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2009/11/speak.html' title='Speak'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203053468783754416.post-2404629580324963319</id><published>2009-09-22T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:11:21.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Him</title><content type='html'>Day by day I think of you,How can all of this be true?I can't believe you're really gone,I still can't accept it,Even after so long.Just the thought of you makes me cry,I never even got the chance to say goodbye.Every picture, every letter,I don't know if it will ever get better.I always smell your familiar scent,It makes me think of all of the times we've spent.I know we didn't always get along,And every time we talked, it would always go wrong.So many things I never got to say,I never imagined you'd ever be so far away.You were my brother,And I loved you like no other.In my heart you'll always be,You’ll be my guide and help me see.I'll never forget your soothing voice,I would take your place if I had a choice.But now I have to let you rest,Although without you my world's a mess.I miss you with all of my heart,I wish we never had to part.I know you're always by my side,So now I guess this is my goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Goodbye,&lt;/span&gt; will try not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cry It&lt;/span&gt;' been so hard to let you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;go. To&lt;/span&gt; be in heaven don't you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;know But&lt;/span&gt; you did not go alone Part of us went with you The day God took you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;home You&lt;/span&gt; will forever be in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hearts Your&lt;/span&gt; memory will keep us from falling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;apart You&lt;/span&gt; should hear the kind words people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;say How&lt;/span&gt; you touched their lives in so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ways I&lt;/span&gt; am so proud and blessed to get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;say That's&lt;/span&gt; my brother in every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;way Thank&lt;/span&gt; you brother for all you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gave For&lt;/span&gt; everything you showed us along the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;way Now&lt;/span&gt; I want to say to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;you How&lt;/span&gt; much I love and miss you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;too So&lt;/span&gt; rest in peace big brother of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mine I'll&lt;/span&gt; see you again when it's my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Loving Memory of my Big Brother, Justin Ray Mcmahan- 10/6/85- 8/18/06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203053468783754416-2404629580324963319?l=peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/feeds/2404629580324963319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-him.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/2404629580324963319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203053468783754416/posts/default/2404629580324963319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceloveandenglish11.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-him.html' title='Miss Him'/><author><name>Krista K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03014448625233558383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IIliuEWBShQ/S3wYKlWhwsI/AAAAAAAAADA/AhYSftSt1eI/S220/kpkf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
