<?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-7046671511264123111</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:02:05.633-07:00</updated><category term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Solleeann's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-2578680831207947433</id><published>2009-06-08T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:38:06.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Filmmaker's Reflection</title><content type='html'>This was one of my favorite units of the year. I learned a lot on how to make an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;imovie&lt;/span&gt; and how to edit the videos and how to put it all together. I am proud of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt; for sharing this document with others even though it is going to be very hard for people to see my Deep Dark Secret. I wounder on what people might think about it and if they would change there ways with me or if they will change there ways with my mother. The reason for me doing this document is to persuade people that are living with HIV and help them speak out and help them find a cure. As people watch and read my document I want them to think about how can they help find a cure for those who are infected and think about how many young kids lost one or both of their parents from HIV/AIDS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-2578680831207947433?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/2578680831207947433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=2578680831207947433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/2578680831207947433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/2578680831207947433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2009/06/filmmakers-reflection.html' title='A Filmmaker&apos;s Reflection'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-5624349260970527270</id><published>2009-05-08T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:03:14.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thesis of My Document</title><content type='html'>My document is about H.I.V.  I want to do my document about this because I want to connect to young girls and boys that have someone they live with and really care about that are living with H.I.V and how they feel about it. I want to also be able to tell about it because I want people living with HIV to know that there are people that don't have HIV still care and I want to put it out there because I want them to find a cure for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-5624349260970527270?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/5624349260970527270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=5624349260970527270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/5624349260970527270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/5624349260970527270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2009/05/thesis-of-my-document.html' title='Thesis of My Document'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-6120129425312883350</id><published>2009-05-05T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:13:46.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage abortions</title><content type='html'>Many young and even older women have abortions these days. I don't really agree on it but  in someways I do. Some people have different perspectives on that, people may think it is not right to kill your baby and hurt a life that could live and some thinks that it good that we have it because when it comes to teen pregnacy or you are not able to take care of your baby you can have an abortion instead of bring a life in this world that you can not take care of.&lt;br /&gt; I have a friend that was 13 years old and came out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; and she had an abortion. When she told me how everything happen and how she felt i wounder to myself like wow i would not want to go through anything like that. I think if i would tell this document it would inspire teenage girls that have been through it and if you do plan to become sexual active uses protection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-6120129425312883350?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/6120129425312883350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=6120129425312883350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/6120129425312883350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/6120129425312883350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2009/05/teenage-abortions.html' title='Teenage abortions'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-818158067485564492</id><published>2009-05-04T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:19:27.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV Document</title><content type='html'>"I just pray that I make it until he is a teenager. I'd like to die knowing that they can take care of themselves." That is something my mom says to herself everyday of her life as she awaken from bed. My mom is HIV positive she been this way for 14years now. It hurts me a lot to know that she is living with so much suffer inside. People living with HIV may look normal on the outside but they are really dieing on the inside. She got it from my father but she did not know he had it in 1995. I found out my mother had HIV when I was 10 years old every since then I would cry to myself asking myself all kind of questions like "Is she going to leave us?" "Where are we going to go?"&lt;br /&gt;  This is not the main reason I am writing this document I am writing this to connect to kids out there living with not only mothers but also fathers or who ever you care about that are HIV positive and see them suffer everyday of there lives because of it. We may not be able to know exactly how they feel but we have some type of feeling for them just watching what they go through. If we meantion this more and put this out there it may help them a little because people living HIV positive will know that even people without it knows how they feel and want to help and hoping for a cure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-818158067485564492?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/818158067485564492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=818158067485564492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/818158067485564492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/818158067485564492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2009/05/solleeanns-hiv-document.html' title='HIV Document'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-7248491689504494398</id><published>2009-04-27T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:26:06.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Documentaries) Diana</title><content type='html'>To make this documentary they had to get Diana and her sister to talk about there problem with HIV and they talked about how they got it what they feel about having it and Diana talked about why she talks about it so much and is not afride to talk about her situation. They where in there home talking about there problems just a regular day but they talked about what they are into and they where siting on there chair and laughing at her baby at the begging of the document. My favorite part was when Diana was crying and when she was talking about why she wants to put her situation out there and the reason for that was that way people can get educated about it and and she want to put it out there into they can find a cure for it. If i where to make this i would talk about one of my family members having it and how i feel about it growing up and knowing how how that person got it. Basecially i would talk about it in a way that girls my age can connect to because i know how it feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-7248491689504494398?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/7248491689504494398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=7248491689504494398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/7248491689504494398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/7248491689504494398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2009/04/introducing-documentaries-diana.html' title='Introducing Documentaries) Diana'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-5358058976433583937</id><published>2009-03-25T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T06:19:03.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My introducation to my story...A Young Latina From The Hood By Solleeann Sollivan</title><content type='html'>I been through a lot through out the year with my family, friends and especially enemy's. I seen and done many things. Things you could not even imagine, when it comes to robbery, shooting at people and people shooting at me and being in jail and teen pregnancy and selling drugs and even seeing people die right in front of me and almost losing my mother. Trust me i been there.&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy being me. My name is..Well, just call me Lumi I am 15 years old, Yes i know very young for all of these things but there are reasons for all of these things. I make very dangerous sacrifices for my family, some people think ``She have her brother, sister and mother why does she do all this, she does it cause she want to.`` No. It not cause i want to it cause my family needs me, my mother needs me. People judge me only based on how my life is outside but what they do not see is what happens on the inside. The inside of me is almost broken in to pieces and i say almost, because even though i been through all of these terrible things i am still young and i know i can turn my life around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-5358058976433583937?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/5358058976433583937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=5358058976433583937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/5358058976433583937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/5358058976433583937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-introducation-to-my-storya-young.html' title='My introducation to my story...A Young Latina From The Hood By Solleeann Sollivan'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-169045443432827153</id><published>2009-03-18T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:53:08.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne Frank ``The Diary Of A Young Girl"</title><content type='html'>So, far i have read up to page 13 by the end of the day i need to be at page 25 which i will be because my group needs to be at page 71 by the end of the week. I like what i am reading so far at first when i started i said i did not like the book but i knew i was going to lead up to it. I do very much like this book and there is a lot of supriseing things i read so far.&lt;br /&gt;A boy name Harry likes Anne but he used to go out with a girl name Fanny but he broke up with her because he felt they was not right for each other. Harry`s grandparents really don`t agree with the fact that Anne and Harry is together because they feel that Anne is to young for Harry but Harry really likes Anne and do not care what his grandparents really think. Well, where i left off was at when Harry goes to see Anne and they walk around with each other and he doesn`t bring her home into 10 o clock and Anne`s father got a little mad because It was very dangeres for Jews to be out no later then 8 o clock. Well i am finish writing for now back to my reading... I will be sure to tell everyone about this amazing book i am reading in Ms. Johns class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-169045443432827153?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/169045443432827153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=169045443432827153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/169045443432827153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/169045443432827153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2009/03/anne-frank-diary-of-young-girl.html' title='Anne Frank ``The Diary Of A Young Girl&quot;'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-4287735063371285501</id><published>2009-03-13T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:50:36.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne Frank book club responce.</title><content type='html'>I am reading the book ``The dairy of a young girl" By Anne Frank for this unit. As i started this book i don`t find it very interesting. read four pages so far and i find it kind of boring. She has no excitement in the story. Hopefully as i keep on reading the book i will become interested in it. I don`t really know how i can connect to Anne Frank so far maybe as i keep on reading i can find something i can connect to her. The only thing i can connected with her is i go to school and she go to school. I dat boys and she date boys (lol:D). I will keep you posted of i like the book!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-4287735063371285501?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/4287735063371285501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=4287735063371285501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/4287735063371285501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/4287735063371285501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2009/03/anne-frank-book-club-responce.html' title='Anne Frank book club responce.'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-2485622535263751710</id><published>2009-02-24T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:18:12.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN BY Maya Angelou</title><content type='html'>This poem was written by Maya Angelou she is a very deep poet. I am as well so we can really connect. ``Men" is a very true and deep poem it really makes women think about men and how they treat their women but in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; it not all men it some men. It is very hard these days for a good women to find a good man. I also think this poem is about her getten raped by a man and it about how a man can hurt you so bad. One point they could love you the right way and then love you the wrong way. Sometimes a good woman loves a bad man for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;When there is a bad man in a good womens life and that women in the future can treat a good man bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-2485622535263751710?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/2485622535263751710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=2485622535263751710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/2485622535263751710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/2485622535263751710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2009/02/men-by-maya-angelou.html' title='MEN BY Maya Angelou'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-4657452190034946247</id><published>2009-02-12T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:37:52.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperble Of My Dog</title><content type='html'>One hyperble i found in this poem is &lt;span name="KonaFilter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;        She sleeps like a log.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Which means the dog sleeps a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="KonaFilter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;eats like a hog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="KonaFilter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. She eats a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="KonaFilter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;        Her tail is a whip times ten.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; She wags her tail a lot. I think the poet used hyperble this way to describe her dog. Also to tell how the dog sleeps, eat, and how when she get hyper she wags her tail and how fast she wags it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="KonaFilter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-4657452190034946247?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/4657452190034946247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=4657452190034946247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/4657452190034946247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/4657452190034946247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2009/02/hyperble-of-my-dog.html' title='Hyperble Of My Dog'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-6928618225112756249</id><published>2009-02-09T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:33:56.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>``Changes" By Tupac</title><content type='html'>The mood to this poem is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stressed&lt;/span&gt; and depressed. I think this because he talks about how his life is as a black man and he is pour and  no one really cares about a negro. People sell crack to kids and do not care because they are getting money they kill someone and do not care. He is very deep with his words in this poem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-6928618225112756249?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/6928618225112756249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=6928618225112756249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/6928618225112756249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/6928618225112756249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2009/02/changes-by-tupac.html' title='``Changes&quot; By Tupac'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-2914763479466454916</id><published>2009-02-06T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:41:22.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chankara Poem Responce</title><content type='html'>This poem explain how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chankara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sister got beat up by her boyfriends a lot and used to come home in the middle of the night and try to hide her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bruises&lt;/span&gt; from her. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chankara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wrote this poem just to say that she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; not want to go through that in life.The word that best describes how this poem is feeling is depressing and also it may could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grief&lt;/span&gt; because her sister went through a lot and now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chankara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;`s boyfriend hit her and gave her a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bruise&lt;/span&gt; on her face. If it was me i will be very depressed to have a boyfriend like that and to look in the mirror to see a big black and blue thing on my face and to know how it happen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chankara&lt;/span&gt; and her sister deserves better. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chankara&lt;/span&gt; does not want to go through what her sister is going through. I can not say i have a connection to them but i know many people who do it is very crazy to live like that with someone you really love but yet you are scared of them because they like putting there hands on you for whatever reason. When you really love someone it hard to let go but when they are putting their hands on you you should just say goodbye. I will not want to live like that at all. Love that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;involves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hitting&lt;/span&gt; and punching is not love at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-2914763479466454916?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/2914763479466454916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=2914763479466454916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/2914763479466454916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/2914763479466454916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2009/02/chankara-poem-responce.html' title='Chankara Poem Responce'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-3197833493896973822</id><published>2009-02-05T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:39:58.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bronx Masquerade poetry responce</title><content type='html'>Tyrone is a very deep character. he beleave he has no future he says he might not make it to twenty one years old in the hood he lives in. He speaks about on how his father died at 31. he also says how his hood is dangers but it still his home. The poem that Tyrone wrote was called ``Attendence" and that poem he says that anywhere you go you can die in a second even though you didnt do anything wrong. if you go to McD`s  you can get shot out of nowhere and he is also saying that we should make the hood a better place. The poetry makes me think like he is right on what he says because i done seen it happen people die for no reason of just get shot. Tyrone is is very truthful with his words. A word that can discribe Tyrone is he talks about the truth what really happens in the world so he is very truthful with his words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-3197833493896973822?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/3197833493896973822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=3197833493896973822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/3197833493896973822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/3197833493896973822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2009/02/bronx-masquerade-poetry-responce.html' title='Bronx Masquerade poetry responce'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-5037544327342584270</id><published>2009-02-03T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:21:00.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening</title><content type='html'>The mood that this poem creates is tired and slow. This poem uses an AABB devices. At the end of the poem he repeats ``&lt;span style="font-family:Times-Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And miles to go before I sleep." because he was tired and he wanted to sleep all ready. Frost is felling slow and he wants to rest because he is tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-5037544327342584270?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/5037544327342584270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=5037544327342584270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/5037544327342584270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/5037544327342584270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2009/02/stopping-by-woods-on-snowy-evening.html' title='Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-8731117642446224145</id><published>2009-02-02T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:34:26.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kiss</title><content type='html'>In this poem i can infer that she love this boy and she wants to kiss him. When she finally kisses him his kiss is not as good as she dreamed it would be. Sara Teasdale says in the poem that she ``Hopes" bold in the poem so i`m guessing that she wants him to be as good as she dreamed of him because she really likes him very much. The meaning of this poem is that Sara loves this boy and really really likes him and she hopes he likes her as much as she likes him.I can connect to this poem cause once i liked a boy and i really wanted to know him but yet he was not what i thought he was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-8731117642446224145?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/8731117642446224145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=8731117642446224145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/8731117642446224145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/8731117642446224145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2009/02/kiss.html' title='The Kiss'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-5819025275281074880</id><published>2009-01-29T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:28:28.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas</title><content type='html'>The meaning of this poem is dark is death and light is life. He says don1t go into the night because its dark. It creates a sad mood because it talks about death. The poet repeats his self by saying don`t go gentle into the night because he telling people that the night is dark and is death don`t kill them selfs. He also repeats Rage,Rage againts the dying of the light which i think means light is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-5819025275281074880?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/5819025275281074880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=5819025275281074880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/5819025275281074880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/5819025275281074880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night.html' title='Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-6759325843635170118</id><published>2009-01-27T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:05:23.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Unit</title><content type='html'>This united is all about poetry. I love it because it gives me a chance to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;express&lt;/span&gt; myself and and my feeling that i wont talk about i could just write it down on paper. Rhyming, free verse anything it will just all come out and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not the only one. There are other people who are the same way. I think poetry could help a lot of people express there self`s even if they do not agree with poetry just try and writ down your feeling if you do not want to talk about it. Thats what i do poetry is like a dairy to me but just with rhythem. I LOVE POETRY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-6759325843635170118?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/6759325843635170118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=6759325843635170118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/6759325843635170118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/6759325843635170118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2009/01/poetry-unit.html' title='Poetry Unit'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-1995502344085203964</id><published>2009-01-23T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:12:50.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>“Praise Song for the Day,” by Elizabeth Alexander</title><content type='html'>The title to this poem means hear out on what she is saying and what she means when she says it and also to be thankful for were the people that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fought&lt;/span&gt; for us to get were we are now. For example like Martin Luther King and Rosa Parks and etc.&lt;br /&gt; This poem is kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; for me to understand but the things i do understand make me feel like she put her heart into it and she thought a  lot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about what she was writing down this poem really touch my heart because it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;``I know there’s something better down the road.&lt;br /&gt;We need to find a place where we are safe.&lt;br /&gt;We walk into that which we cannot yet see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This phrase i really  liked from the poem because it means to me that  you want to go find a better and safer place and you can go but yet you do not know what it can do for you. This poem pick this phrase because if you understand it it will make a lot of sence to you and to me it just a strong phrase because in a way it reminds me of the saying ``you may look but not yet find".&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-1995502344085203964?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/1995502344085203964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=1995502344085203964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/1995502344085203964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/1995502344085203964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2009/01/praise-song-for-day-by-elizabeth.html' title='“Praise Song for the Day,” by Elizabeth Alexander'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-7523226602177065978</id><published>2008-12-15T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:50:52.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Test Prep Action Plan"</title><content type='html'>My goal for test prep is two do my best do all the strategies that Ms.Johns had taught us like RAFT, Listening and etc. Also my goal is two pass and get at least a 3. What i am going to do to meet these goals are to study hard and stay after school if i need help from Ms.Johns and i am going to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of reading at home. On test day i will read the story careful and the questions that they ask about the story and take my time and understand the story i will not go through the story and just put any answer for it like some kids do. Question that might be on the test is questions like `` who is telling the story?" or like ``what does (whatever word) mean? and etc. If any question i don`t understand is hard for me i will go back to the story and read it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-7523226602177065978?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/7523226602177065978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=7523226602177065978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/7523226602177065978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/7523226602177065978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2008/12/test-prep-action-plan.html' title='&quot;Test Prep Action Plan&quot;'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-7867436556727253281</id><published>2008-12-11T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:02:36.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"To My Parents: What I've Learned so far in ELA."</title><content type='html'>Dear, Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      My biggest accomplishment in E.L.A this year so far is my published writing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;. I really learned a lot about the compare and contrast unit with the presidents. In this unit we did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;research&lt;/span&gt; online about the candidates. I also really liked the unit we are doing now which is ``Killing a Mockingbird". In this unit we are reading a book as a class and doing a page about it online. The pass couple of months has not been a good start for me but i know i can and i will do my best to go to high school and come to school more often and keep up my good work cause i know i am a good student i just got to be in school more and catch up. Therefore, my biggest goal of the rest of the year is to accomplish more in school and COME TO SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;Reading and writing is important to me in the future because in any job i get i need to know all of that stuff to get a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-7867436556727253281?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/7867436556727253281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=7867436556727253281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/7867436556727253281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/7867436556727253281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-my-parents-what-ive-learned-so-far.html' title='&quot;To My Parents: What I&apos;ve Learned so far in ELA.&quot;'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-2858642574010788491</id><published>2008-12-03T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:37:51.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reader`s Response #3</title><content type='html'>`` Someone to love me" this book is about a girl name Cindy and she is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt; girl and she is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bluford&lt;/span&gt; High school and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;goes&lt;/span&gt; though so much things in that high school. She also goes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; a lot of things with her mother not being home and all ways out with her boyfriend and her mother belives that her boyfriend works but he sells drug not only to adults but also to kids. Cindy know but she wont belive her. Her mother does not talk to her but at the end everything gets better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-2858642574010788491?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/2858642574010788491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=2858642574010788491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/2858642574010788491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/2858642574010788491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2008/12/readers-response-3.html' title='Reader`s Response #3'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-2704098043693892553</id><published>2008-12-01T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T05:29:04.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reader`s Response #2</title><content type='html'>The book i read is called Random Family this book was so good this was one of my favorites. This book i really could connect the world to because in this book there are things that go on in life with women. The women don`t have help from their kids father or the women has problems with  her baby`s daddy girlfriend. In this book all of that stuff goes on and the young mother has 3 children and she moves from here mothers house to her friends house and back to her mothers cause her friends boyfriend didn`t want her to stay their. Her older child stays with her grandmother and the young mother who`s name is Jessica stays with her two twins.&lt;br /&gt;I love this book alot because it says a lot about young women who have children and how they struggle in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-2704098043693892553?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/2704098043693892553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=2704098043693892553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/2704098043693892553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/2704098043693892553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2008/12/readers-response-2.html' title='Reader`s Response #2'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-6032476636092351150</id><published>2008-11-24T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:35:28.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reader`s Response #1</title><content type='html'>Well i am reading a book at home that is called ``Teenage Love" and the ending of the book was good ending because it was about Teenage girls and boys having problems with their boyfriends or girlfriends. It also has poems and different teens telling about their love life and it becomes ``Trouble". Well, as i was saying the end of this book was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; to me because all these teenagers learned a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lesson&lt;/span&gt;. each and everyone of them learned different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lessens&lt;/span&gt;. As i read this book it reminds me of what other teenage girls go throught in the world and not only teenages but also women. My favorite character in this book was Tanisha because she didnt not take no excuse from her boyfriend she was real she play no games with Mark. Mark lied to Tanisha and told her that he had a good job he going to school (when he was really selling drugs in a abandon bulidings) and when he told her he was going to school he was with his other grilfriends or as she called them ``chickenheads". When Tanisha found out she told him off and got out of his life.&lt;br /&gt;This book was very inspiring for young women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-6032476636092351150?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/6032476636092351150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=6032476636092351150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/6032476636092351150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/6032476636092351150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2008/11/readers-response-1.html' title='Reader`s Response #1'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-840943412285068424</id><published>2008-11-17T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:48:40.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you think people ever change?&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                              I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that people do change but some just stay the same. Some people can do drugs and then if they try they can stop doing drugs and become ambitious and hard working.&lt;br /&gt;A person that does drugs and  just say they going to change and people and family members that try to help and think they going to change and they just keep on the same.&lt;br /&gt;for example  my friend Kristina`s uncle was on drugs and her family try to help him quit and after awhile he did but he went back with the wrong crowd and started it agina. A example for changing  my aunt from P.A smoked ciggerates and she try her best to quit so she got the things to help her quit like the gum, and patch and she felt it didn`t work but she kept on and she quit (Now she has better health....So she changed!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-840943412285068424?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/840943412285068424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=840943412285068424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/840943412285068424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/840943412285068424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-think-people-ever-change-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046671511264123111.post-4931349568112174613</id><published>2008-11-05T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:19:21.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Reflection</title><content type='html'>This is one of the most important elections in history. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; Obama is the first African American president of the U.S. I am so happy that Barack Obama was picked to be our president this is going to be a big change for us. I also think that Barack Obama is going to help us a lot and he is not going to put us down he is going to be a great and very ambitious president. In the next four years Barack Obama is going to accomplish so much.&lt;br /&gt;I hope Obama take care of the econimy first because many people are have money problem and can not get what they need for them self or their kids.&lt;br /&gt;Obama is a strong man he would fight for us in what ever we need he will live up to the pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046671511264123111-4931349568112174613?l=solleeann802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/feeds/4931349568112174613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046671511264123111&amp;postID=4931349568112174613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/4931349568112174613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046671511264123111/posts/default/4931349568112174613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solleeann802.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-reflection.html' title='Election Reflection'/><author><name>Solleeann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16181877883633516174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UBptz3v6xek/SX-mI2-H4TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XbUzb4xWsYE/S220/m_882a7a80e3784726a088805ceaa5e6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
