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href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/4198087965034977035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/idioms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4198087965034977035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4198087965034977035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/idioms.html' title='Idioms'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-7332679603915607415</id><published>2009-06-04T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:05:27.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Should Students Blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SigMxsBa_JI/AAAAAAAAAko/EBGfg8kBUJ0/s1600-h/Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343535005645339794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SigMxsBa_JI/AAAAAAAAAko/EBGfg8kBUJ0/s400/Blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From Mary Kruel, a teacher widely known for her online classroom work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the biggest advantage to blogs is that they provide an authentic audience for student writing and work in general. In the past the teacher was usually the only person who read student work. With a blog, student work can be read by classmates, parents, extended family members, school community members, project partners, classroom teachers, pre-service teachers, and anyone around the world who locates the class blog. (Personal correspondence, December 2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-7332679603915607415?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/7332679603915607415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-should-students-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7332679603915607415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7332679603915607415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-should-students-blog.html' title='Why Should Students Blog?'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SigMxsBa_JI/AAAAAAAAAko/EBGfg8kBUJ0/s72-c/Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-1485558318732112685</id><published>2009-06-03T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:00:16.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coltan Babysits</title><content type='html'>by Coltan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was at my house. That day my family came I have a little cousin named Ryan. I had to keep him busy for three days. Let me remind you that my cousin is 3, doesn’t like naps, and loves to play. It was really hard. He would find everything to play with in my room. Finally I got him calmed down by letting him watch a movie. Then he started up again and would not stop. He was a train off its track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-1485558318732112685?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/1485558318732112685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/coltan-babysits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/1485558318732112685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/1485558318732112685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/coltan-babysits.html' title='Coltan Babysits'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-8890390628061060249</id><published>2009-06-03T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:58:54.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult Chore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SibHwff0fkI/AAAAAAAAAjY/47Zbiicc8Hc/s1600-h/emma+k.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343177643824283202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SibHwff0fkI/AAAAAAAAAjY/47Zbiicc8Hc/s400/emma+k.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my most difficult chore is cleaning out my rabbit cages. It takes up a lot of my time and sometimes when I clean it out with the hose I accidentally pore it on my feet.  After I clean the big cage I set it on the trampoline to dry while I clean out the smaller bunny cage. The smaller cage is easier to clean the  big gage but it smells worse. After I’m done with the small one I put it back. Then I get the big one and put sawdust in it and all of the food trays back in it. Last but not least I put my bunny back in it. That is my most difficult  chore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-8890390628061060249?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/8890390628061060249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/difficult-chore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/8890390628061060249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/8890390628061060249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/difficult-chore.html' title='Difficult Chore'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SibHwff0fkI/AAAAAAAAAjY/47Zbiicc8Hc/s72-c/emma+k.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-1829474267578851944</id><published>2009-06-03T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:53:40.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Baby Springs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SibGgTZj6SI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6DWLfh08ztc/s1600-h/gabe+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343176266187270434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SibGgTZj6SI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6DWLfh08ztc/s400/gabe+pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Gabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and her husband wanted to go to the Hot Springs and they have a 1 year old baby named Aidan. I had to watch him for four hours. I had to give him his bottle, make him fall asleep and it was chaos. My mom was at work and my dad was at work and my sister was at a friend’s house finally he fell asleep. He slept through the siren and a car honking the horn outside. Then my cousin came and I was done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-1829474267578851944?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/1829474267578851944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/hot-baby-springs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/1829474267578851944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/1829474267578851944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/hot-baby-springs.html' title='Hot Baby Springs'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SibGgTZj6SI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6DWLfh08ztc/s72-c/gabe+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-8790880328459483027</id><published>2009-06-03T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:52:17.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Difficult Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SibGQBRQbNI/AAAAAAAAAjI/eSqxnY5j2tw/s1600-h/Robert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343175986442693842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SibGQBRQbNI/AAAAAAAAAjI/eSqxnY5j2tw/s400/Robert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a boy, a mischievous boy. One day he stole a box of donuts and his father told him to pick the corn in the field as punishment.  Well he picked a few stalks and gaped at the huge amount that was left to pick. Well it happened that a tall teenager went that way and he got mischievous. He said to the teenager ‘‘boy it is so much fun to pick this corn’’. The teenager stopped in his tracks, he said ‘‘did you say it was fun to pick corn!’’. ‘‘Yah its not every day you get to pick corn’’. After much arguing he got the boy to think it was fun to sew corn, the teenager ended up paying him to do work while the boy relaxed. Well more and more kids came buy and he convinced them that it was fun. Well he could have bankrupted every kid in town but he ran out of corn. When he told his father he was done his father went out thinking it was impossible, but he gave him a donut for his work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-8790880328459483027?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/8790880328459483027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/difficult-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/8790880328459483027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/8790880328459483027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/difficult-job.html' title='A Difficult Job'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SibGQBRQbNI/AAAAAAAAAjI/eSqxnY5j2tw/s72-c/Robert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-688147739267480800</id><published>2009-06-03T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:50:28.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chores :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SibFy0zc8OI/AAAAAAAAAjA/zj1tIG9vB70/s1600-h/Samantha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 92px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343175484880253154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SibFy0zc8OI/AAAAAAAAAjA/zj1tIG9vB70/s400/Samantha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Samantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chore I think is hard to do is cleaning my room and trying to make the backyard look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much trouble cleaning my room because I get distracted easily.  I always make a big pile in the middle of my room then it makes it Samanthaharder because it looks like so much more than it is.   My room looks small but when it comes to cleaning it looks hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the backyard look nice is the hardest job ever. We have three dogs so when we try to pick it up it gets messed up in two seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-688147739267480800?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/688147739267480800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/chores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/688147739267480800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/688147739267480800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/chores.html' title='Chores :('/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SibFy0zc8OI/AAAAAAAAAjA/zj1tIG9vB70/s72-c/Samantha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-2169271564696175972</id><published>2009-06-03T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:53:36.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me a Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SiaqTGTFVJI/AAAAAAAAAiw/DuHiBRxAFQA/s1600-h/Villalobos+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343145253006562450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SiaqTGTFVJI/AAAAAAAAAiw/DuHiBRxAFQA/s400/Villalobos+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Nayeli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the hardest chores I have ever done is take care of a baby and two other young children. I had to do this for my aunt because she was going out shopping with my mom. My dad and my uncle were outside helping get something fixed. What you are about to hear is a complete nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and my cousin were playing and they were loud and the baby was sleeping and he woke up and started to cry. I gave him his bottle and he fell asleep I took care of him and let the other two in the room and I let them play video games. After a while I was checking on them and they were fast asleep. Then the baby started to cry. He woke up the other two and then they went outside to play. Since I was watching them all I had to take care of the baby outside. He just woke up and he was tired. I wrapped him up in a blanket put him in the stroller and took him outside. When we came back in my mom and my aunt had just come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so relived. I went to sleep. I had lived through all this. I was glad because of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SiaqP32At1I/AAAAAAAAAio/oicMtwMnwQE/s1600-h/Villalobos+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343145197586921298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SiaqP32At1I/AAAAAAAAAio/oicMtwMnwQE/s400/Villalobos+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SiapzezibII/AAAAAAAAAig/-KmUcBqjsJg/s1600-h/Robert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-2169271564696175972?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/2169271564696175972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-me-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2169271564696175972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2169271564696175972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-me-break.html' title='Give Me a Break!'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SiaqTGTFVJI/AAAAAAAAAiw/DuHiBRxAFQA/s72-c/Villalobos+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-4555292814440973362</id><published>2009-06-01T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:58:00.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Aly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SiQIfIJk30I/AAAAAAAAAiA/JiHm-C_jyJw/s1600-h/Aly+mills.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342404388824866626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SiQIfIJk30I/AAAAAAAAAiA/JiHm-C_jyJw/s400/Aly+mills.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Parents’ Club,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the Yo-yo assembly. It was truly amazing. It will be an experience  I will not forget. And I hope we can have more assemblies that are as fun as this one was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed everything about the yo-yo assembly, but my favorite part was when he did the tricks. That is not something you see everyday. And I thought it was extraordinary.  My favorite trick was called “The Iffle Tower” it was the same in a unique way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-4555292814440973362?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/4555292814440973362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-aly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4555292814440973362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4555292814440973362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-aly.html' title='From Aly!'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SiQIfIJk30I/AAAAAAAAAiA/JiHm-C_jyJw/s72-c/Aly+mills.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-2442357442131960864</id><published>2009-06-01T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:56:43.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Brad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SiQIHjL2p9I/AAAAAAAAAh4/TEZ9DJEY37w/s1600-h/brad+greene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342403983765317586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SiQIHjL2p9I/AAAAAAAAAh4/TEZ9DJEY37w/s400/brad+greene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Parents’ Club,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all of the fun programs and activities you girls planed for us. For example Cinnamon melts with Dad; Cinnamon melts with Mom, and the yo-yo assembly. I hope that you girls will be here next to plan some more fun activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to especially thank you girls for the yo-yo assembly because it made more kids to go and try things that they thought they could never do or accomplish. It was fun for every body. Also it made a lot of money for our school because people bought at least 2 yo-yo’s each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-2442357442131960864?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/2442357442131960864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-brad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2442357442131960864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2442357442131960864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-brad.html' title='Love, Brad'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SiQIHjL2p9I/AAAAAAAAAh4/TEZ9DJEY37w/s72-c/brad+greene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-7029049183004966666</id><published>2009-06-01T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:54:43.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SiQHl8uQEeI/AAAAAAAAAhw/MC5_SWa8Up8/s1600-h/southey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342403406504923618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SiQHl8uQEeI/AAAAAAAAAhw/MC5_SWa8Up8/s400/southey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Parents’ Club,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all you’ve done for us and all the things we have been able to do. Most of all though I would like to thank you for bringing the Yo-Yo man here so that we could learn about Yo-Yo’s. It was a really fun experience and he did some really cool tricks that look like they took a long time to learn. All of the stuff that you did for us was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed watching all the tricks he did and learning how to do them myself. I’m sure that everyone enjoyed everything too. Learning how to do tricks is really fun too because it’s not everyday that you get to see a pro Yo-Yo person perform. Thank you again for all you’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salutations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-7029049183004966666?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/7029049183004966666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7029049183004966666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7029049183004966666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks_01.html' title='Thanks!'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SiQHl8uQEeI/AAAAAAAAAhw/MC5_SWa8Up8/s72-c/southey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-569979475503478058</id><published>2009-06-01T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:45:37.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SiQDoHn1YKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/84nq908frGU/s1600-h/wilkinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342399045744025762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SiQDoHn1YKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/84nq908frGU/s400/wilkinson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert Wilkinson&lt;br /&gt;Lo-Inyo School&lt;br /&gt;Room #18 P.O. Box #159&lt;br /&gt;Lone Pine, CA 93545&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents’ Club&lt;br /&gt;Lo-Inyo School&lt;br /&gt;P.O. Box #159&lt;br /&gt;Lone Pine, CA 93545&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re: Yo-yo Assembly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Parents’ Club,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting the yo-yo guy come, he was awesome. It was interesting to learn how to do a bunch of tricks. You people are awesome, for example the cinnamon rolls with dad, that was delicious. You also did the raffle. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yo-yo man assembly was cool because it was interesting. We learned how to do a bunch of tricks. He was funny and best of all we got yo-yos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-569979475503478058?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/569979475503478058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/569979475503478058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/569979475503478058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SiQDoHn1YKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/84nq908frGU/s72-c/wilkinson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-6442105259045893320</id><published>2009-05-26T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:50:51.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Shwdbwi7fgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8ylnrS1EDyE/s1600-h/Magie2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340175620879646210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Shwdbwi7fgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8ylnrS1EDyE/s400/Magie2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Magie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I admire the most are my mom and dad.  I admire them because they are nice to me. I think they are nice to me because they help me when I need help. I also know they love me because most of the time when I get mad at them they try to make me feel better. That is a reason I admire them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also admire them because they buy me almost any thing I want. My mom buys me house stuff like a laptop, Nintendo Ds, Ds games, etc. My dad buys me school stuff like a backpack, pencils, pens, ruler, etc. That is another reason I admire them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third reason I admire them is that they love me and I love them. They know I love them because most of the time I listen to them. And even when I get mad they still love me. I know they love me because where ever we go they always say if I want something. That is how I know they love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the people I admire the most in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-6442105259045893320?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/6442105259045893320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-parents_4026.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/6442105259045893320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/6442105259045893320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-parents_4026.html' title='My Parents'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Shwdbwi7fgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8ylnrS1EDyE/s72-c/Magie2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-3584939250832319643</id><published>2009-05-26T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:48:22.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShwdC377OnI/AAAAAAAAAgI/XWHlqVDoFC8/s1600-h/yareli.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340175193366805106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShwdC377OnI/AAAAAAAAAgI/XWHlqVDoFC8/s400/yareli.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Yareli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person that I admire is my grandma Francisca Sanchez Rivera. She is a nice person. I admire her because she is my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason I admire her because she’s my mom’s mother. She talks to everyone and she’s important to me and to all my family. And when I was in Mexico she took care of me, my brother and my sister. When en somebody needed something she was their. And she took care of my aunts when they were little because my aunt’s mother didn’t want them. When she needed something they were their with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others reasons why I admire my grandma because she always bought the things I want it. And she never got mad at me. My grandma took me everywhere with her. 2 years ago went to Acapulco for vacation. And we saw dolphins and we took pictures. And we got wet on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the reasons I admire my grandma. And that’s why I admire my grandma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-3584939250832319643?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/3584939250832319643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-grandma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/3584939250832319643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/3584939250832319643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-grandma.html' title='My Grandma'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShwdC377OnI/AAAAAAAAAgI/XWHlqVDoFC8/s72-c/yareli.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-4031784752053688252</id><published>2009-05-26T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:46:28.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShwcmbffyBI/AAAAAAAAAgA/rf700M1T6Rk/s1600-h/Avi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340174704695035922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShwcmbffyBI/AAAAAAAAAgA/rf700M1T6Rk/s400/Avi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Avi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people that I admire the most are my parents. They are still living. They are nice people. I always look up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons I admire my parents are that they are there when I need them. They under stand me because they’ve been with me since I was small. The reason I admire my dad is because when I need new clothes or school supplies he buys them for me. He also buys me practically everything I want. I admire my mom because she buys me stuff for my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m sad my parents try to cheer me up. Even when I’m mad I still admire them. My parents like spending a lot family time together. We go out together everywhere. Last December we went to Mexico together for about a month and a half. We went to see family members we spent a lot of time together. I admire my dad because he’s the one that drove for two days to get to Mexico. I got to meet a lot of family members that I had never met before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don’t need to buy me all this stuff to show that they love me and care for me. These are the reasons why I admire my parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-4031784752053688252?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/4031784752053688252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-parents_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4031784752053688252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4031784752053688252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-parents_26.html' title='My Parents'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShwcmbffyBI/AAAAAAAAAgA/rf700M1T6Rk/s72-c/Avi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-2101986847727037318</id><published>2009-05-26T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:42:02.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Admire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShwblGuVXGI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OpdYhsMzbQw/s1600-h/leslie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340173582428626018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShwblGuVXGI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OpdYhsMzbQw/s400/leslie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Karlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire many people but I admire my mom the most. Because she is always happy and cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom makes me is happy when I am sad. And she is always there for me. She is strong and caring. I love spending time with her we always have something to take about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am with her we share a lot of laugh. I spend more time with her than any one else in the world. And she always lessens to me. And I know I always have a shoulder to cry on when she’s around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I admire my mom. And love her. Because she is strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-2101986847727037318?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/2101986847727037318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-admire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2101986847727037318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2101986847727037318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-admire.html' title='I Admire'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShwblGuVXGI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OpdYhsMzbQw/s72-c/leslie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-5970842230110673461</id><published>2009-05-20T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:23:18.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coolest People I Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQuISKWPkI/AAAAAAAAAfw/zY9fJSFKO7U/s1600-h/MY+pichure+Nefart.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337942178189950530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQuISKWPkI/AAAAAAAAAfw/zY9fJSFKO7U/s400/MY+pichure+Nefart.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Nefer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people that I admire the most are living. They’re my mom and dad. I admire them all the time even when they get me in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents buy me everything I need, and almost everything I want. They’re nice to everyone they see. They say “ Hi ”  even when they don’t know the people. They are really nice to me and my friends and people that go to my house. They’re really nice to me and my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire my mom because she makes me food so I don’t starve. She buys me and my sister’s stuff like a hair dryer, hair straightener ,hair curler brushes, combs, hair bands, head bands ,etc. She goes to girl stores at the mall with us like Justice, Claire’s, and other stores. She buys us lots of clothes at the mall. She takes care of us and signs permission slips when we are going somewhere at school. And she gives me money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire my dad because he gives us money. He pays food and house necessities. He drives us to Los Angeles, Lancaster, Bishop, and everywhere in between. He buys vehicles for us to ride in. He pays for places for us to live in. He gives my mom money to buy us stuff and to buy stuff for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; reasons why I admire my parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-5970842230110673461?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/5970842230110673461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/coolest-people-i-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/5970842230110673461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/5970842230110673461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/coolest-people-i-know.html' title='The Coolest People I Know'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQuISKWPkI/AAAAAAAAAfw/zY9fJSFKO7U/s72-c/MY+pichure+Nefart.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-6165972145228113034</id><published>2009-05-20T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:17:55.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad Is the Best!</title><content type='html'>By Prestin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is the best.  My mom met him one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad takes me hunting all the time. Almost all day I see him I like him a lot he lets me hunting by myself. He takes me shooting every week. He cool he lets me by all the guns I want with my money tho. I have him for baseball he make me do like ever thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes shooting he shoots with me some time. He would pay for me to go shooting any where he will take me hunting any where to. We like hunting together. We love duck hunting we go at like 4:30 am it’s not cool. I like my dad a lot he cool I want him to take me fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my dad.  He takes me wherever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-6165972145228113034?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/6165972145228113034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-dad-is-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/6165972145228113034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/6165972145228113034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-dad-is-best.html' title='My Dad Is the Best!'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-4430429336336437874</id><published>2009-05-20T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:14:42.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H.N.W.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQsS3eG7hI/AAAAAAAAAfo/NeZC-hvL7lw/s1600-h/Abby+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337940160980381202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQsS3eG7hI/AAAAAAAAAfo/NeZC-hvL7lw/s400/Abby+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I admire the most, living is Hayley Nichole Williams, because she is talented and admirable to a lot of people. She speaks her mind and believes in what she wants to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley is 20 and going to be 21 on December 27. She has been in a band since she was 18 and she is still doing it now and plans to keep going, with that. Being in a band hasn’t changed her personality or made her like some people get when they become famous. A lot of people become selfish and conceded and don’t care about anything else but them. She was born in Meridian, Mississippi on December 27, 1988.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire Hayley Williams the most because she is a fun person that people like to be around (at least that’s what it says on the internet). When she was young she was just like any other regular kid who’s shy and has stage fright. Her favorite place and hometown is Franklin, Tennessee. She also really likes to write poems. Her real hair color is Strawberry Blonde but she has dyed it so much that you would never know. She is my idol and I admire her so much. I love her clothes and her personality and she is an awesome person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion the person I admire most is Hayley Williams is because, she is true to herself. She hasn’t become too conceited or selfish, yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-4430429336336437874?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/4430429336336437874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/hnw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4430429336336437874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4430429336336437874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/hnw.html' title='H.N.W.'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQsS3eG7hI/AAAAAAAAAfo/NeZC-hvL7lw/s72-c/Abby+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-337945466577090868</id><published>2009-05-20T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:08:53.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Admire Mariah Carey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQqe1xa_XI/AAAAAAAAAfg/uWlf_RRUrRU/s1600-h/Berguem+pic!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337938167659691378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQqe1xa_XI/AAAAAAAAAfg/uWlf_RRUrRU/s400/Berguem+pic!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Nora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the people I admire the most is Mariah Carey. Mariah Carey is a singer and an actress. She sold over a million copies for all of her albums and was one of the top singers in the 80’s and 90’s, and pretty much still is. She was the top selling female artist in the 90’s too. She was number 7 in the Maxim Hot 100 also. And she is also one of my favorite singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey was born in Huntington, New York on March 27, 1970. She’s 39 years old and been singing almost her whole life. She’s very funny and when I saw her house on MTV cribs she had a Moroccan room, which I thought was pretty cool. She’s married to Nick Cannon and had her honey moon in the Bahamas. Her favorite animal is a dolphin and she has her own perfume line that I think smells really good. Her perfume bottles are shaped like butterflies, and favorite colors are pink and purple. She also is a total party chick. And she’s really crazy, like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons I admire Mariah Carey is because she’s a really great singer and a pretty good actress. She sings in a bunch of different categories, (mostly pop). She is really fun and it looks like she’s really awesome to hang out with. She traveled all over the world, which is something I would like to do. I can’t sing at all, but I would like to be like her, in some ways. She’s been singing for a really long time, like when my parents were younger, and I think that’s really cool that she’s, kind of like a legend still in the making. She’s made and sold over a million copies for each of her 15 albums. My dad used to have a giant crush on her (which I thought was funny) and he used to love her music. Now he listens to lame old people music. I just think she’s totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey, to me, is a really cool person and a good singer. There are a lot of good reasons why I should admire her. And why other people should admire her. To me, she’s awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-337945466577090868?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/337945466577090868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-i-admire-mariah-carey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/337945466577090868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/337945466577090868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-i-admire-mariah-carey.html' title='Why I Admire Mariah Carey'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQqe1xa_XI/AAAAAAAAAfg/uWlf_RRUrRU/s72-c/Berguem+pic!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-4651289581523652759</id><published>2009-05-20T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:05:45.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQqCwCYcwI/AAAAAAAAAfY/uBS1kWX8RRw/s1600-h/Mills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337937685083878146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQqCwCYcwI/AAAAAAAAAfY/uBS1kWX8RRw/s400/Mills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Aly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well personally I don’t admire anyone because this world has no one to look up to. But if I have to choose, I’d choose my Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I chose her is because she’s always so strong and semi-happy. She was always there for me even though she now lives in North Carolina. We are very close. And she is my, bestest family member. I send her stuff and she sends me lots of stuff. Like the last stuff I got from her I got a pedicure kit, a  blue scarf which I’m wearing as a belt today, and a lot of activity books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are a lot of thing she doesn’t have to send me, to prove that she loves me. When I was younger she would watch me all the time. It was always fun at her house she would have little ferbies all around the house. They were really fun to play with. And her Sebastian was so cute. And he has the best little toys that I could throw around the room and have him fetch. Like aww. And that’s the person I look up to most in my, oh so short life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-4651289581523652759?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/4651289581523652759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/grandma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4651289581523652759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4651289581523652759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/grandma.html' title='Grandma'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQqCwCYcwI/AAAAAAAAAfY/uBS1kWX8RRw/s72-c/Mills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-3575019633610543454</id><published>2009-05-20T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:03:47.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Von D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQpsW6kM0I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QoPOIvfMaiw/s1600-h/0r0zc0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337937300383085378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQpsW6kM0I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QoPOIvfMaiw/s400/0r0zc0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Lupita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I admire most is Kat Von D because she is awesome and she isn’t afraid to say what she thinks. She is the person I admire the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat Von D or (Katherine Von Drachenberg) but she thinks that Kat Von D is easier. She is 26 years old and born in Nuevo Leon, Mexico on March 8th 1982. If you look at her you would never think that she was from Hispanic origins, however she is.  At the age of four her and her family moved to Colton California. Her parents are Rene Drachenberg and Sylvia Galeano they are both Argentines which mean that her nationality is German and Spanish-Italian.  Her first time tattooing someone was at the age of 16. Kat got her first tattoo at the early age of 14.  It was a j in Old English Type as a symbol of a lost love. The first tattoo she did was a skull and bones from the band “Misfits”.&lt;br /&gt;She became more popular when the hit show “Miami Ink” first aired. Kat was the only girl on the show which created many problems. So after two years of being on “Miami Ink” she decided to leave because of personal problems with the owner of the shop Ami. After quitting she decided to move back to Los Angles and open up her own tattoo shop and get her own T.V shop called “L.A Ink” which premiered on August 8th. Oddly Kat seems like a rocker chick but really she loves Beethoven and has many tattoos that came from him. She is not at all afraid to speak her mind. If Kat has something to say she just says it. I love this about her because that means that she is not the shy type and not going to let people walk all over her. This to me is very admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat Von D is the most awesome chick EVER. I think that she is one of the best people ever. Why not admire Kat Von D?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-3575019633610543454?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/3575019633610543454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/kate-von-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/3575019633610543454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/3575019633610543454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/kate-von-d.html' title='Kate Von D'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQpsW6kM0I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QoPOIvfMaiw/s72-c/0r0zc0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-4787325669001394521</id><published>2009-05-20T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:00:22.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQo1zvxq_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/IIzGc8YucVQ/s1600-h/howe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337936363229654002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQo1zvxq_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/IIzGc8YucVQ/s400/howe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I admire most is my big sister Katie. I admire her because she’s a good example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie is 22 years old. She has three kids that are all girls. A lot of people say that Katie and I look alike and act alike sometimes. They say that we’re twins that we were just born at different times. I Katie is a really sweet person. I miss her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie lives in Rexburg, Idaho. Her husband works as a construction person and goes to school there in BYU. Katie is a stay at home mom. She is very good with her kids she loves playing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up I hope I can be like Katie and be a good example. This is why I admire her a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-4787325669001394521?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/4787325669001394521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/emmas-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4787325669001394521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4787325669001394521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/emmas-sister.html' title='Emma&apos;s Sister'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQo1zvxq_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/IIzGc8YucVQ/s72-c/howe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-8930212750089915780</id><published>2009-05-20T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:57:34.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chad's Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQnKKXdMiI/AAAAAAAAAfA/_vCeDlwWH0U/s1600-h/Chad%27s+Mom+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337934513875792418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQnKKXdMiI/AAAAAAAAAfA/_vCeDlwWH0U/s400/Chad%27s+Mom+Pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Chad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I admire most is my Mother. I admire her because she has taken good care of me for my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is very kind to me. She’d do anything for me! If I wanted a cell for my b-day, she’ll get it (sand which She Did) She also got me a PS2 when I was 8, and my favorite game at the time, Fr33kstyl3. The game was a motorcycle game that you could knock others off their bikes by hitting then with trick and tweaks like the Superman or Superman w/ tweak, Screwdriver. But lets get back on topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have some dislikes of her. We do not share a like of music. She likes country, I cant stand it. Also I like Rap, she cant stand that. Mexican food makes me drool, she likes Chinese better. Japanese food is mouth watering to me, but she hates it. She “breaks the sound barrier” when she yells. She says I’m lazy and need to get off the computer, but all she does is get paid 28$ an hour to sleep, play games, and watch movies at a computer for 11 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know her life is stressful trying to take care of 2 deviant little girls, but I lighten up her day when she gets home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-8930212750089915780?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/8930212750089915780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/chads-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/8930212750089915780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/8930212750089915780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/chads-mom.html' title='Chad&apos;s Mom'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShQnKKXdMiI/AAAAAAAAAfA/_vCeDlwWH0U/s72-c/Chad%27s+Mom+Pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-4869036334646682715</id><published>2009-05-19T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T07:45:59.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Yourself Clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShLGA4wNitI/AAAAAAAAAe4/cSd8SoajYek/s1600-h/soap.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 87px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 45px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337546226924358354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShLGA4wNitI/AAAAAAAAAe4/cSd8SoajYek/s400/soap.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Brad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to tell you how to take care of yourself.  First, when you get up you should jump into the shower.  Lather your hair with shampoo and conditioner.  Use some body wash too.  Second, get out of the shower, dry off, and brush your hair so that when it dries it will stay in place.  Third, put on your best friend (deodorant!).  Fourth, put on a CLEAN pair of socks and clothes.  Fifth, brush your teeth for two minutes and rinse for 30 seconds to 1 minute.  Sixth, sit down calmly so you don’t dirty yourself before school.  Seventh, don’t get food on yourself.  Last, but not least, do not rub your head on the couch, that will mess up your hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-4869036334646682715?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/4869036334646682715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/keep-yourself-clean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4869036334646682715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4869036334646682715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/keep-yourself-clean.html' title='Keep Yourself Clean'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShLGA4wNitI/AAAAAAAAAe4/cSd8SoajYek/s72-c/soap.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-5406705872229307109</id><published>2009-05-18T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:38:57.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGrBzsMOqI/AAAAAAAAAew/8gV_CrjeZJU/s1600-h/Nayeli+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337235080954526370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGrBzsMOqI/AAAAAAAAAew/8gV_CrjeZJU/s400/Nayeli+2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Nayeli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life I admire lots of people but I admire my mom and my dad the most. They have been there from the beginning. I don’t know what I would do without my mom and her care. My dad is the person that makes me feel safe all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I admire my dad because his mom died when he was two. When I was little he told me that story and it was very touching. His dad took care of him until he was old enough. That made me realize that I should be more grateful to have my parents with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My mom had a good life however she was away from her brother and some of her sisters. She moved away from her mom and her dad when she was young. She moved to Lone Pine and she has not seen her mom and dad for over 8 years. When it was mother’s day she was sad that she couldn’t see her mom. I wish that she could see her mom next Mother’s Day because I know it would make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire my mom and my dad the most. I hope that I will keep my promise and admire them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGq-NurkOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/UTITsuClsSI/s1600-h/Nayeli+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337235019224813794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGq-NurkOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/UTITsuClsSI/s400/Nayeli+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-5406705872229307109?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/5406705872229307109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-parents.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/5406705872229307109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/5406705872229307109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-parents.html' title='My Parents'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGrBzsMOqI/AAAAAAAAAew/8gV_CrjeZJU/s72-c/Nayeli+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-1393244562021678131</id><published>2009-05-18T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:33:26.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGppXR5GGI/AAAAAAAAAeg/l1tYEdxYQhk/s1600-h/Noah+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 283px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337233561499539554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGppXR5GGI/AAAAAAAAAeg/l1tYEdxYQhk/s400/Noah+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGplnhlhJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/niJbKczBc0c/s1600-h/Noah+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 296px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337233497140855954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGplnhlhJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/niJbKczBc0c/s400/Noah+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Noah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of the people in the world I admire John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr (The Beatles) the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admire John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr (The Beatles) the most because they are one of the best music groups of all time. Whenever I play music in a concert or fundraiser usually about 80% of my music is The Beatles. Another way The Beatles are amazing is because of their world records like best selling album in the UK etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also admire John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr (The Beatles) the most because of why they play their music and what their music is about which is mostly Love and Peace take the song Revolution for an example just by looking at the title of the song you can tell it will probably be about peace to the world, animals, or to a war. I really like how they get their message through by not giving speeches, protesting, or hurting people but through song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why I admire John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr (The Beatles) the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGpghGYRGI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WNquPiuQq-o/s1600-h/Noah+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337233409516782690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGpghGYRGI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WNquPiuQq-o/s400/Noah+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGpbHdlrII/AAAAAAAAAeI/m5uAnwrFujk/s1600-h/Noah+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337233316735462530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGpbHdlrII/AAAAAAAAAeI/m5uAnwrFujk/s400/Noah+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGpVXzn0fI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Lfrr-t7We7w/s1600-h/Noah+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 379px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337233218043630066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGpVXzn0fI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Lfrr-t7We7w/s400/Noah+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1559702681936614732-1393244562021678131?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/1393244562021678131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/beatles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/1393244562021678131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/1393244562021678131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/beatles.html' title='The Beatles'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGppXR5GGI/AAAAAAAAAeg/l1tYEdxYQhk/s72-c/Noah+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-6231947005330044625</id><published>2009-05-18T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:30:06.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Candy Grandma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGo4Xwph1I/AAAAAAAAAd4/tQbD3IanuHM/s1600-h/Luna+chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 288px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337232719814952786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGo4Xwph1I/AAAAAAAAAd4/tQbD3IanuHM/s400/Luna+chocolate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life I admire many people, but there is only one person that I admire more than anyone in the whole world. This person is already gone (dead) but I still admire this nice, awesome, and caring person. If you met her you would probably admire her too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I admire the most is my grandma. She was always there for you. Like if your parents were working or just somewhere she was always available for babysitting their kids. All my cousins and friend who she took care of always tell me that I was lucky to have such an awesome grandma! I admire her because she was always there for you, to give you love when you didn’t have any, give you advice or to comfort you when you were feeling sad. I also admire her because she would take care of you so good and she would baby-sit us for free! She was admired by almost everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also admire my grandma because she made delicious food. She knew how to make almost everything like chocolate and a lot of other candy. Also she always had candy or gum with her in her purse. Like if you needed a piece of candy or gum, you could just go to her and she would always have some. I think that at least 10 other people admire her as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst day in my life was when my grandma died. She died of a heart attack on some day in 2004. And that was the end of her. But still she’s still the person I admire most and probably will forever and ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-6231947005330044625?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/6231947005330044625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/chocolate-candy-grandma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/6231947005330044625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/6231947005330044625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/chocolate-candy-grandma.html' title='Chocolate Candy Grandma!'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGo4Xwph1I/AAAAAAAAAd4/tQbD3IanuHM/s72-c/Luna+chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-8664424421179976065</id><published>2009-05-18T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:12:53.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Person I Admire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGoXTDpxGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/T76yJHaf2y4/s1600-h/Angela+pic..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337232151616799842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGoXTDpxGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/T76yJHaf2y4/s400/Angela+pic..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Angela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I admire the most is my cousin Arturo. I admire him the most because he has gone a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has had a lot of hard times but he tries to make it up for them. I feel really bad for him because when he was little both of his parents died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that he was in the streets a lot. I think he is very strong because right now he is doing well. He is with most of his family and he is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is working very hard to get what he wants. Last time I talked to him he said he was working at an auto shop with my uncle. He said it was very cool because he is learning lots of stuff. He wants to be a teacher so he is trying to get into college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him a lot and I wish he was still living here. But I don’t worry so much because I am going to go see him pretty soon. And I can’t wait to see him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-8664424421179976065?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/8664424421179976065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/peron-i-admire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/8664424421179976065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/8664424421179976065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/peron-i-admire.html' title='The Person I Admire'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGoXTDpxGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/T76yJHaf2y4/s72-c/Angela+pic..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-7616699090651280604</id><published>2009-05-18T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:25:47.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Uncle Gus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGn_5MIQ-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/WnrK6AAkD5Y/s1600-h/Cassidy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337231749536039906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGn_5MIQ-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/WnrK6AAkD5Y/s400/Cassidy+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Cassidy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I admire most would have to be my Uncle Gus. I admire him most because he was always willing. I admire him because he was always there for any one.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I admire him the most because he was always willing to listen. He would help you try to make it through something hard. He would make you feel better when someone or something you loved passed away. He volunteered to be a paramedic and help all the people who needed help. He was always ready for death because he was always around fire, thin ice, and falling buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire my Uncle Gus the most because I could talk to him about anything. He was anything but self-centered. He was giving and caring. I admire him the most because he loved hearing the chief telling him to get in the ambulance to go help someone.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; That is why I admire my Uncle Gus the most! He was my idol; I want to be just like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-7616699090651280604?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/7616699090651280604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-uncle-gus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7616699090651280604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7616699090651280604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-uncle-gus.html' title='My Uncle Gus'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGn_5MIQ-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/WnrK6AAkD5Y/s72-c/Cassidy+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-7510262054385013775</id><published>2009-05-18T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:37:27.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Admire My Teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGne8ymQiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/lmN35EaLPcA/s1600-h/Wilkinsonfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337231183567012386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGne8ymQiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/lmN35EaLPcA/s400/Wilkinsonfinal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you admire your teachers? I do my teacher Mr. Heist is funny and entertaining. He makes learning fun! He does cool things like when we used the computer almost every day.   Once we blew the period on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love doing Photo Stories and Power Points in his class. This blog was an awesome assignment. We watched movies in class and we learned about drugs in health. It was really interesting. Mr. Heist has a good temper and will take most silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mr. Heist is sometimes grouchy and some of the kids will make him angry then he yells and when he yells he is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOUD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but most of the time he is awesome! He is one of the best teachers I have ever had. He is patient and will show us how to do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I admire my teachers. Next time you do a fun assignments think about how good your teacher is to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGnAKGjVrI/AAAAAAAAAdY/YBY2vTuvnEA/s1600-h/WILLKINSON.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-7510262054385013775?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/7510262054385013775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-admire-my-teachers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7510262054385013775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7510262054385013775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-admire-my-teachers.html' title='I Admire My Teachers'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGne8ymQiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/lmN35EaLPcA/s72-c/Wilkinsonfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-787370135283236355</id><published>2009-05-18T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:20:16.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lena's Mamma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGmaamZyJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/JMI3bC79Bn8/s1600-h/Cariou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337230006157953170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGmaamZyJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/JMI3bC79Bn8/s400/Cariou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Lena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire lots of people in life. But the one I admire the most is my mom. She teaches me so much in life from right to wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire my mom so much she always tells me to try to think positive in life so I do my best. She is always there when I have a problem in life. From someone mean at school to, homework, and siblings. She is always trying to be so positive in life that’s a big reason why I admire my mommy so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also when I have those gloomy days she always finds the best ways to make me feel better. Like one week end when I was about 4 and my sister was about 7 she went at a slumber party with a couple of her  friends, and I wanted to go, but I couldn’t I started crying so much. My mom cheered me up by telling me it would just be me and her the whole day long. We went for an ice cream and I got a Barbie. That day was really fun even though I didn’t go with my sister to that stupid sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those would be the main reasons why I admire my mommy so much. She is the best mom ever to me. Smart, nice, and also so carrying to her children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-787370135283236355?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/787370135283236355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/lenas-mamma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/787370135283236355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/787370135283236355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/lenas-mamma.html' title='Lena&apos;s Mamma'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGmaamZyJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/JMI3bC79Bn8/s72-c/Cariou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-5152210628709967553</id><published>2009-05-18T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:17:38.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donny Hanson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGmDBQrxbI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ArLu2KWry7g/s1600-h/Jacob+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 104px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337229604218979762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGmDBQrxbI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ArLu2KWry7g/s400/Jacob+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donny Hanson was the one of the best motocross racer of his day. He now owns a motocross academy. I went there it is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember when he started motocross as a pro, but I heard he started motocross when he was a kid. He helped USA to our first Motocross the Nations win. After that USA has had a winning streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can’t race any more, he crashed really hard and messed up his balance. He hasn’t given up on motocross he still does his part of helping racers of tomorrow, like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donny Hanson is awesome laid back and cool. I have met him personally and he is very nice. I hope that every young motocross racer will meet him someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-5152210628709967553?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/5152210628709967553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/donny-hanson.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/5152210628709967553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/5152210628709967553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/donny-hanson.html' title='Donny Hanson'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGmDBQrxbI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ArLu2KWry7g/s72-c/Jacob+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-4808629782375054174</id><published>2009-05-18T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:15:44.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brad's Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGlf4zpMXI/AAAAAAAAAdA/gV2z4CDMO-c/s1600-h/brad+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 333px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337229000654270834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGlf4zpMXI/AAAAAAAAAdA/gV2z4CDMO-c/s400/brad+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Brad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of every living and non living person or people I admire Jackie Robinson, Babe Ruth. I admire these 2 gentlemen for many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire them because I always think about them when I am up to bat and when I hit my home runs. Jackie is one of my favorites because he is the one who allowed people of different races to join this American sport. Most of my favorite baseball players are Japanese and from the Dominican Republic. He is too one of the greatest baseball players of all time.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I admire Babe Ruth because he was on my favorite team and hit just like me and my friend today. The Babe is also one of the first people to be in the hall of fame. Also the Babe was a trouble maker much like me. He spent most of his life in a school. He also led the Boston Red Sox and the New York Yankees to the World Series many, many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are reasons I like California born Jackie Robinson and Maryland born Babe Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGlb2XkQRI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UnTxA1Y90DM/s1600-h/brad+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 372px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337228931280158994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGlb2XkQRI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UnTxA1Y90DM/s400/brad+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-4808629782375054174?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/4808629782375054174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/brads-heroes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4808629782375054174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4808629782375054174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/brads-heroes.html' title='Brad&apos;s Heroes'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGlf4zpMXI/AAAAAAAAAdA/gV2z4CDMO-c/s72-c/brad+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-9014965763200560115</id><published>2009-05-18T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:12:38.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGklNZHoYI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zz7R2xd9ICA/s1600-h/ratchford+pic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337227992567882114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGklNZHoYI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zz7R2xd9ICA/s400/ratchford+pic.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Gabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire my brother more than anyone else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire him because he’s a role model and the best half brother I will ever have. My brother is like older brothers, He wrestles with his younger brother and he can drive me places because he just got his drivers license yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is coming and I admire him the most because of this: he’s going to drive me to all my friends’ houses, drive me to the pool, and play video games with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is really long. His name is Alexander Brant Cornelius. He also has an account on youtube and a video called egg salad bounce. It’s pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all the reasons I admire my brother the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-9014965763200560115?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/9014965763200560115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/9014965763200560115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/9014965763200560115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-brother.html' title='My Brother'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGklNZHoYI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Zz7R2xd9ICA/s72-c/ratchford+pic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-4977246019238635824</id><published>2009-05-18T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:09:33.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGj-d8Ot4I/AAAAAAAAAco/SEITCrAV6Ps/s1600-h/Martin+pic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337227326995216258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/ShGj-d8Ot4I/AAAAAAAAAco/SEITCrAV6Ps/s400/Martin+pic.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Coltan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire quite a lot of people. But there is one person that I admire the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the person I admire the most is my dad. There are other people but my dad is the best. He knows a lot about the world and tries his best to make me a good person when I grow up. He knows about a lot of the things that I am going through in my life that he helps me with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cares about everything I say and everything I care for. He tries to make my life fun and good. I think so far he is completing his mission as a parent. 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First buy apples&lt;br /&gt;2. Peel apples&lt;br /&gt;3. Carve apples into faces.&lt;br /&gt;4. Get lemon juice and salt mix into juice.&lt;br /&gt;5. Soak apples in juice.&lt;br /&gt;6. Get string and tie it to the stems of the apple.&lt;br /&gt;7. Tie other side of string to oven rack.&lt;br /&gt;8. Cook over night on high.&lt;br /&gt;9. Hang up high inside home.&lt;br /&gt;10. Wait 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;11. You know have shrunken apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to hypnotize people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get the person comfortable. Settle the person into a comfortable chair or sofa. Let him relax and get comfortable for several minutes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Breathe deeply. Remember to breathe with the person you are trying to hypnotize. Slowly inhale and hold the breath for one beat, then exhale. Repeat the deep breathing pattern until both you and the other person are relaxed. Instruct the person to focus on an object. Focus is part of the relaxation process. You’ve probably seen old movies where the hypnotist makes the patient focus on a watch swinging like a pendulum. This doesn’t have to be how you focus. Consider having the participant focus on a related object if he is trying to connect with a specific memory of an even or another person. Mental focus can also be achieved by having the person remember a place where he feels safe such as a childhood bedroom, the beach or wherever is personal for him.&lt;br /&gt;3. Speak slowly, softly and in a controlled fashion. As much as you want to relax the other person, you must relax and control yourself. Pay close attention to your speaking voice. Talk slowly and softly, controlling your tone and your speed. If offering suggestions while the participant is under hypnosis, remember to give precise, clear instructions in the same controlled tone.&lt;br /&gt;4. Listen to tone as well as words spoken. When a person is relaxed enough to fall into hypnosis, his breathing slows and often his tone of voice changes. Listen closely to the changes. You will be able to tell when he is open to suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;5. Avoid pushing or forcing hypnosis. Trying to force hypnosis into a specific memory or trying to move too fast will hinder the process.&lt;br /&gt;6. Be patient. Developing the skill to consistently be able to hypnotize people takes time. Go slowly and you will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;Hypnosis is at its core a relaxation technique. In order to excel at hypnotizing people, you must remain calm and relaxed and be able to transfer that calm to the person you are working with. &lt;a href="http://www.howtodothings.com/health-fitness/how-to-hypnotize-people"&gt;http://www.howtodothings.com/health-fitness/how-to-hypnotize-people&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to burp on command:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stand up--or at least, sit up. Gas goes up. If you're lying down, you're less likely to burp.&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink a heavily carbonated beverage. By swallowing the beverage, you will necessarily introduce gas into your stomach. When the gas rises in a burp, it may bring other gases up with it, which is helpful if you're trying to relieve excess air.&lt;br /&gt;3. Close your mouth and nostrils so that you cannot inhale any additional air. Then exhale and swallow the exhaled air with saliva. In this case, you introduce air just so that you can burp it. This is useful for burping on command but might not help release existing gas.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ask someone to gently pat you on the middle of your back and alternate with rubbing in circular motions. This can stimulate the air to rise, similar to when it's done with babies.&lt;br /&gt;5. Close your mouth as you burp and let the gas come out through your nose. Hold your hand up to your nose so that the air released dissipates against it. Doing this will help your burp be as subtle as possible.&lt;br /&gt;How to Burp without people noticing.&lt;br /&gt;1. Close your mouth when you feel it coming. It is vital that your mouth is closed.&lt;br /&gt;2. Slowly let it out, with your mouth closed. Remember to do it slowly, or you will automatically open your mouth, and you don't want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;3. Open your mouth, and breathe it out slowly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-9102954274397254940?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/9102954274397254940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogatastic-how-tos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/9102954274397254940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/9102954274397254940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogatastic-how-tos.html' title='Blogatastic HOW TOs'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sgr1U10BJLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ape386d9rsc/s72-c/Noah.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-4813200397571953361</id><published>2009-05-13T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:27:52.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Super Smash Brothers! Game</title><content type='html'>by Coltan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I would make the game a video game. The main character would be Kirby. In the game you would have to beat every video game player in the world. Every time you beat somebody you would gain Exp (experience points) and get stronger so in the end you cold beat the ultimate character in all of the games, Darkness Kirby. It would be a really cool game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-4813200397571953361?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/4813200397571953361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-super-smash-brothers-game.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4813200397571953361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4813200397571953361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-super-smash-brothers-game.html' title='My Super Smash Brothers! Game'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-6486736644426924581</id><published>2009-05-13T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:26:02.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sgr0FfozlKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/NlhyzBkyyuw/s1600-h/BRAD+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335345083802948770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sgr0FfozlKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/NlhyzBkyyuw/s400/BRAD+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Brad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sgr0B-HAO9I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/bxNCtp31ggI/s1600-h/BRAD+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335345023263194066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sgr0B-HAO9I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/bxNCtp31ggI/s400/BRAD+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Random&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Giant Cheetos. I love super heroes. I love to play baseball. I love my teachers. I love to ski and to snowboard. I love to eat Oscar Myer products, such as: bologna, hotdogs, and meat. I love to sing. I love to dance. I love to eat food. I love Batman. I love Superman. Most of all, I love to be a Goofy Goober. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Random 2 --Identity of Brad&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am tall. I am fat. I am athletic. I am a trouble maker. I am a fast eater. I am a good sport. I am a good friend. I am not 20 years old. I am not a 12 grader. I am scratched up. I am in still in elementary school. I am a good student. I do not live on any of the polar ice caps. I am your worst night mare. I am the one in your dreams. I am a Goofy Goober. &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/1559702681936614732-6486736644426924581?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/6486736644426924581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/brad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/6486736644426924581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/6486736644426924581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/brad.html' title='Brad!'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sgr0FfozlKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/NlhyzBkyyuw/s72-c/BRAD+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-7996520112051698114</id><published>2009-05-13T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:22:59.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New School Mascot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sgrzw6x2sOI/AAAAAAAAAcI/VweiqWuwt08/s1600-h/6a010535647bf3970b010535cae819970c-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335344730311405794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sgrzw6x2sOI/AAAAAAAAAcI/VweiqWuwt08/s400/6a010535647bf3970b010535cae819970c-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new school mascot will be a walrus. We all could say go Walruses. He could be not a real walrus but a guy in a suit. He would be are mascot for this town for thirteen years. Every body would always cheer him on. He could cheer him on. He would be the best mascot. He could always do back flips. We could cheer and hug him. The walrus is gray. He has big tusks. He also wares a big blue shirt. The shirt will say goo walruses!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-7996520112051698114?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/7996520112051698114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-school-mascot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7996520112051698114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7996520112051698114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-school-mascot.html' title='New School Mascot'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sgrzw6x2sOI/AAAAAAAAAcI/VweiqWuwt08/s72-c/6a010535647bf3970b010535cae819970c-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-8892710601324889983</id><published>2009-05-13T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:21:35.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Write</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgrzbWeQFaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JHNT7csxjMA/s1600-h/Cassidy+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335344359788254626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgrzbWeQFaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JHNT7csxjMA/s400/Cassidy+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Cassidy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago my god-brother brought his (almost five month old) son to my house so my god-brother could take his wife to dinner at “Seasons”. Matt and Jeena went out to dinner; I got really lucky because when they shut the door Will my god-brother’s son was in a very deep sleep. Will didn’t wake-up until seven o’clock. The only reason he woke-up was because he was hungry and needed his dipper changed. After he woke-up I went into my dining room grabbed his bottle out of the dipper bag, grabbed the dipper bag, and ran the bottle under warm water for a few minutes. I ran back into the living room and put Will’s changing pad on the chair and changed his dipper and then I gave him his bottle. Then he finally fell asleep until his mom and dad walked into the house and slammed the door and the Will had a fit. His mom and dad had to take care of him because they woke him up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-8892710601324889983?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/8892710601324889983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/8892710601324889983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/8892710601324889983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-write.html' title='Free Write'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgrzbWeQFaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JHNT7csxjMA/s72-c/Cassidy+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-693461207857210667</id><published>2009-05-13T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:20:36.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Designed Board Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgrzOKdrUhI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bZGfAPb48cA/s1600-h/Lena+Pic..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335344133226320402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgrzOKdrUhI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bZGfAPb48cA/s400/Lena+Pic..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Lena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game I would design is a board game. It would be called Design Your Self. You would have little pieces of clothes, and accessories, and little wigs for their heads. Once you are ready you role the dice and try to get to the fashion show first. Finally when everyone is at the fashion show you walk down it with your little doll. You can win twice in the game I designed. Who ever gets to the fashion show first wins that part. Then you can also win when you walk down the run way it’s electronic and there’s judges that judge the dolls from prettiest to ugliest. The rules are pretty simple if you role the dice you can land on a square that says extra accessories, or move numbers of spaces back, and some say congratulations. Also one of the squares say…Game Over! This game would be awesome for a slumber parties or birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-693461207857210667?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/693461207857210667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-designed-board-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/693461207857210667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/693461207857210667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-designed-board-game.html' title='My Designed Board Game'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgrzOKdrUhI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bZGfAPb48cA/s72-c/Lena+Pic..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-7407120773732383614</id><published>2009-05-13T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:14:10.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgrxuBozeWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/oT0eR6L0A4A/s1600-h/Abby+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335342481589631330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgrxuBozeWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/oT0eR6L0A4A/s400/Abby+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby – Intelligent, friendly around people. Average human being, wants to succeed in life. Loves to be around people, likes to have fun with friends, and loves rollercoaster rides. Have a mom, dad, two sisters, one brother, a lot of nephews and a lot of cousins. Helpful with my mom and dad around the house. Sometimes a little crazy and silly when I’m with my friends all together. Loves to eat homemade meals that my mom makes.  My favorite homemade meal is macaroni &amp;amp; cheese. I am responsible, for example I watch my nephews while my sister and her husband go to a movie or out to eat. I love being around little kids, and helping them. Sometimes I can be funny but most of the time they’re just lame jokes that no one thinks are funny. My friends and I love going swinging at the park and sitting on each others laps while we’re swinging. Most days I like to go to school because, I like all the teachers I have and I like being around my friends. When we go to the amusement parks I really like to go on the biog rollercoaster rides. I like to go on these because they get your heart pumping; also after you get off you can say, “Wow, I actually just went on that”. A lot of times I and my friends laugh hysterically at one of my friends almost to the point where we can’t breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-7407120773732383614?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/7407120773732383614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/definition-of-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7407120773732383614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7407120773732383614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/definition-of-me.html' title='Definition of Me'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgrxuBozeWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/oT0eR6L0A4A/s72-c/Abby+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-8669133768175192944</id><published>2009-05-13T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:11:21.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a Brand New Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sgrw5tReBTI/AAAAAAAAAbo/tBbIvIU-quA/s1600-h/ROBERT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335341582769849650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sgrw5tReBTI/AAAAAAAAAbo/tBbIvIU-quA/s400/ROBERT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My game is called dams. You turn on a hose and let some water flow downhill. When you have a good river you stop the water and make a dam. Then you let more water flow .The dam that lasts the longest wins .Try to break your record. Try poking holes in your dam so the water doesn’t go over the top of the dam.  This game should be played out side!  You could make a sand castle with a dam around it.  Then make a lake around the castle and see how long the castle lasts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-8669133768175192944?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/8669133768175192944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/make-brand-new-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/8669133768175192944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/8669133768175192944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/make-brand-new-game.html' title='Make a Brand New Game'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sgrw5tReBTI/AAAAAAAAAbo/tBbIvIU-quA/s72-c/ROBERT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-6235727920997174247</id><published>2009-05-13T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:09:54.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My ZELDA Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sgrwyn5H_SI/AAAAAAAAAbg/CikVbxDnmnI/s1600-h/gabe+pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335341461066480930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sgrwyn5H_SI/AAAAAAAAAbg/CikVbxDnmnI/s400/gabe+pic+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgrwfGQBLRI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tjJ3LTrYs_E/s1600-h/gabe+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335341125618183442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgrwfGQBLRI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tjJ3LTrYs_E/s400/gabe+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Gabe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My game would be a new Zelda game and Link could have any color for his suit like black and yellow. He would also have a hammer that the Gorons (Rock people of the mountains) made. The hammer would have spikes on the rim and it would be red and black. Just like Majoras Mask you could get masks like Mario and Pikachu. Zelda in my game would be a brunet and have a beautiful gown that blue and green. When you battle ganondorf instead of him turning into a pig like one of the other games he turn into a black dragon with fiery red eyes, with those eyes he can hurt you badly. Once you beat him Zelda gives you a kiss on the cheek and they both get married and the wedding gets crashed by darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-6235727920997174247?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/6235727920997174247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-zelda-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/6235727920997174247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/6235727920997174247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-zelda-game.html' title='My ZELDA Game'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sgrwyn5H_SI/AAAAAAAAAbg/CikVbxDnmnI/s72-c/gabe+pic+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-7840816228200085054</id><published>2009-05-13T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:06:04.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mascot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgrvxuCTTRI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/YCyqT2HdjZM/s1600-h/Villalobos.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335340346024086802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgrvxuCTTRI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/YCyqT2HdjZM/s400/Villalobos.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Nayeli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had been asked to choose an animal to be our new mascot it would be a hawk. I would choose not to change our mascot because I think the Hawk should stay as it always has. I am used to the Hawk. And when I think of Lo-Inyo I picture a Hawk soaring through the sky. I would change the colors because I don’t think many boys like purple. That’s why I would change the colors to blue and yellow. I hope that people would wear these colors because not much people put on purple and gold. In fact I see much more people wearing blue. This would be the new mascot for our school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-7840816228200085054?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/7840816228200085054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/mascot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7840816228200085054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7840816228200085054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/mascot.html' title='Mascot'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgrvxuCTTRI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/YCyqT2HdjZM/s72-c/Villalobos.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-3615488597142181577</id><published>2009-05-06T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:11:36.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Converses Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHu7YvSf9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/A8zweUBvW_c/s1600-h/0r0zc0+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 81px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332806137803866066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHu7YvSf9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/A8zweUBvW_c/s400/0r0zc0+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHurimSbXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/iO-dNk6dq80/s1600-h/0r0zc0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332805865572560242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHurimSbXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/iO-dNk6dq80/s400/0r0zc0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Lupita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could have my own holiday it would probably be Converses Day. My favorite brand of shoes are Converses All*star shoes. They come in all colors and in many different designs. All my family actually owns there own pair of these shoes. My oldest brother victor has dark blue high tops. Sergio my second oldest brother has them also in dark blue regular ones. Martin and Junior both have all black high tops. I would celebrate this on September 9th because this is my birthday and my oldest brother and because my oldest brother actually has cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day would be a day were that day if you wanted to wear Converses all day long. This would be cool and for a good cause. It would be for a charity. All the money raised would go to the cancer center at Loma Linda University Hospital. This would be a holiday for anyone and everyone that wanted to celebrate it with my brother and me. It would also be an international holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-3615488597142181577?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/3615488597142181577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/converses-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/3615488597142181577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/3615488597142181577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/converses-day.html' title='Converses Day'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHu7YvSf9I/AAAAAAAAAbI/A8zweUBvW_c/s72-c/0r0zc0+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-2805090253356740750</id><published>2009-05-06T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:07:03.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday X</title><content type='html'>by Chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would call it Holiday    x it celebrates my  birth and it occurs on a day when candy is low in amount. It is about giving candy to kids how don’t have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-2805090253356740750?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/2805090253356740750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/holiday-x.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2805090253356740750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2805090253356740750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/holiday-x.html' title='Holiday X'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-7572765725596621437</id><published>2009-05-06T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:05:33.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHtfy4S6lI/AAAAAAAAAa4/g8Z0urPpXRA/s1600-h/Avi+pic+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332804564272998994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHtfy4S6lI/AAAAAAAAAa4/g8Z0urPpXRA/s400/Avi+pic+2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHtSKs6hdI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ttYPDqpzUmA/s1600-h/Avi+pic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 331px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332804330149545426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHtSKs6hdI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ttYPDqpzUmA/s400/Avi+pic.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Avi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could celebrate my own holiday I would celebrate my Birthday. One reason is because I want everybody to know it’s my Birthday. I would cancel school for two days and everybody would have to wear any type of shade of light blue. They would also be invited to a BIG party. They would have a choice of Mexican and American music and food. The party will be around my town. Anybody is welcomed. One reason I want them to wear any type of shade of light blue is because I like light blue. The national holiday for my birthday will be May 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-7572765725596621437?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/7572765725596621437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7572765725596621437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7572765725596621437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo_06.html' title='Cinco de Mayo!'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHtfy4S6lI/AAAAAAAAAa4/g8Z0urPpXRA/s72-c/Avi+pic+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-1691142280520597351</id><published>2009-05-06T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:03:40.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angela's Holiday Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHtDmGraeI/AAAAAAAAAao/VOmXC4JK42o/s1600-h/AngelaC+pic..gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 350px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332804079807326690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHtDmGraeI/AAAAAAAAAao/VOmXC4JK42o/s400/AngelaC+pic..gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Angela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could make a holiday it would be my Birthday. I would make it a holiday because Maria said so. We would have no school and have a big party. There would be lots of music. There would be music that is in English and Spanish music. My parents would pick the Spanish music that adults like and me and my sister would pick the Spanish music kids like and English music that adults and kids like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-1691142280520597351?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/1691142280520597351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/angelas-holiday-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/1691142280520597351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/1691142280520597351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/angelas-holiday-wish.html' title='Angela&apos;s Holiday Wish'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHtDmGraeI/AAAAAAAAAao/VOmXC4JK42o/s72-c/AngelaC+pic..gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-4631717572418526906</id><published>2009-05-06T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:08:59.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHgL0rzhJI/AAAAAAAAAag/tVVz6JS9KSg/s1600-h/kaleslie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332789927508935826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHgL0rzhJI/AAAAAAAAAag/tVVz6JS9KSg/s400/kaleslie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Karlie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My holiday will be National Turtle Day. The whole day will about respecting turtle and learning about their history. Everyone has to brink soup out of a  turtle shell. Then at the pet shelter the workers will be giving away turtles and a year supplies of food for your turtle. Most people will go to the zoo and see every type of turtle and learn about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday is going on all over the world. August 8 is  Turtle Day. You and your turtle can enjoy this holiday. Turtle Day is a awesome holiday. &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/1559702681936614732-4631717572418526906?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/4631717572418526906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-holiday_8336.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4631717572418526906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4631717572418526906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-holiday_8336.html' title='My Holiday'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHgL0rzhJI/AAAAAAAAAag/tVVz6JS9KSg/s72-c/kaleslie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-2806493676947384609</id><published>2009-05-06T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:06:56.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHfnyvqNAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/exwSP6fl3UE/s1600-h/ddg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 118px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332789308512941058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHfnyvqNAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/exwSP6fl3UE/s400/ddg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Emma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holiday would be National Duck Duck Goose Day!! Everyone would tag the people that they say and say “goose” or “goss” and try not to get tagged back. We would also not have to go to school or work. Or we could play Duck duck goose too and instead of running around the circle you could run anywhere and then try to sit back down in the spot that they got up from. I think this would be a really fun day. My friend and I do this all the time(Just the goss part though).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-2806493676947384609?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/2806493676947384609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo-journal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2806493676947384609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2806493676947384609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo-journal.html' title='Cinco de Mayo Journal'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHfnyvqNAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/exwSP6fl3UE/s72-c/ddg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-1927842001197038756</id><published>2009-05-06T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:28:02.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Do What You Want Day!</title><content type='html'>by Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wish you could sleep in and eat pizza for breakfast, wouldn’t it be great to do what you want for the day. Now you can! On May 16th it is do what you want Day!  Do what you want sleep in eat pizza for every meal do what you want.  Stay up until midnights have and fun goof off in school.    Eat dessert 8 times go coco at school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-1927842001197038756?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/1927842001197038756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/national-do-what-you-want-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/1927842001197038756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/1927842001197038756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/national-do-what-you-want-day.html' title='National Do What You Want Day!'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-5421959808595138419</id><published>2009-05-06T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:26:21.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffet Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHWHvq1_cI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/w2Qbd3ZOpu4/s1600-h/gabes+cinco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332778862326971842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHWHvq1_cI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/w2Qbd3ZOpu4/s400/gabes+cinco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Gabe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My day is buffet day. You can have any food from around the world. You can have shrimp, rice, and pizza. There are many ways to celebrate it. First you have to give 5$ for kids and 10$ for adults. You can make as much of a mess as you want. You just can’t be a mean person or you’ll be kicked out for the rest of you life. This celebration happens on January 13. That’s also my birthday so bring presents. You can also have a hamburger that weighs a ton for FREE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-5421959808595138419?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/5421959808595138419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/buffet-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/5421959808595138419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/5421959808595138419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/buffet-day.html' title='Buffet Day'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHWHvq1_cI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/w2Qbd3ZOpu4/s72-c/gabes+cinco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-5632335883197174989</id><published>2009-05-06T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:52:08.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Day</title><content type='html'>by Lena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could create my own holiday it would be called Art Day. Everyone at school and around the world would make different pieces of art and sell them. My holiday celebrates the good spirit of how art is so pretty and amazing. All the money around the world that people gained would go to he artists around the world so they can get new supplies and other stuff for art. I think lots of people would love this holiday, because they have fun and raise money for artists. My holiday would occur in July for a whole week. It would occur in July, because July is the month of my Birthday. I think I would this holiday so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-5632335883197174989?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/5632335883197174989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/art-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/5632335883197174989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/5632335883197174989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/art-day.html' title='Art Day'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-4164617519108804665</id><published>2009-05-06T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:51:04.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHN9JeOdDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/9jdVL4zhwSU/s1600-h/Nayeli+Cinco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 336px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332769884181787698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHN9JeOdDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/9jdVL4zhwSU/s400/Nayeli+Cinco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Nayeli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, don’t you wish there was a whole week without any homework? And no teachers? Well now there is! I have invented this Holiday to give students a break of all that work. I still have more great news you get to teach your teachers and make them live your nightmare. You will give them homework and teach them what you have learned. They will have to try and get through one whole week with uniforms, no coffee, and they have to take the star test for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-4164617519108804665?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/4164617519108804665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-holiday_06.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4164617519108804665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4164617519108804665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-holiday_06.html' title='My Holiday'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHN9JeOdDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/9jdVL4zhwSU/s72-c/Nayeli+Cinco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-6803009419448697402</id><published>2009-05-06T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:12:09.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abbirific!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHS4_8TG2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/5_z73kvx7pY/s1600-h/Abby+Cinco+de+Mayo+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332775310462229346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHS4_8TG2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/5_z73kvx7pY/s400/Abby+Cinco+de+Mayo+Pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could have my own holiday it would be an awesome holiday. It would be a day where everyone would have fun and be able to do anything they wanted. This holiday would for a school week. At school we would have a free week any minute of the days at school. This holiday would only take place at school though. Everyone would be sure to love this holiday. It would occur 1 time every year at the end of the school year. If you don’t love this holiday, well maybe you have a problem. We would be able to chew gum all week and listen to our iPods. There would be absolutely no rules at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-6803009419448697402?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/6803009419448697402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/abbirific.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/6803009419448697402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/6803009419448697402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/abbirific.html' title='Abbirific!'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHS4_8TG2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/5_z73kvx7pY/s72-c/Abby+Cinco+de+Mayo+Pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-4807996372463070214</id><published>2009-05-06T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:15:13.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHTrE3MQrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gU-2sDeAWoc/s1600-h/brad+cinco+holiday+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332776170776445618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHTrE3MQrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gU-2sDeAWoc/s400/brad+cinco+holiday+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Brad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a day to celebrate any holidays you want. For your information incase you don’t know any holidays here are some: Christmas, Halloween, St. Patrick’s Day, Easter, Valentine’s Day, Birthdays, and Unbirthdays. This probably one of the most fun and unusual days in the planet Earth. This special holiday occurs on the 20th of May my birthday. It will occur here because I invented this awesome holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-4807996372463070214?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/4807996372463070214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/holiday-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4807996372463070214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4807996372463070214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/holiday-day.html' title='Holiday Day'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHTrE3MQrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gU-2sDeAWoc/s72-c/brad+cinco+holiday+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-4704917463687275216</id><published>2009-05-06T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:45:41.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coltan's Holiday</title><content type='html'>By Coltan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could make my own holiday it would be national burrito day. It would be really awesome. Every person in the world would get a burrito for free. Babies would get  tiny burritos. Isai would love it. Then every two years in every major city in every state and county, they would throw burritos in the air. It would be the coolest holiday ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-4704917463687275216?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/4704917463687275216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/coltans-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4704917463687275216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4704917463687275216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/coltans-holiday.html' title='Coltan&apos;s Holiday'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-2936554125388931384</id><published>2009-05-06T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:44:57.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National JONAS BROTHER’S Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHMkZrxeLI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Y5A8xznoh7w/s1600-h/cassidy%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332768359525218482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHMkZrxeLI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Y5A8xznoh7w/s400/cassidy%233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHMbrKDceI/AAAAAAAAAZo/VE0JCULjUls/s1600-h/cassidy%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332768209596805602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHMbrKDceI/AAAAAAAAAZo/VE0JCULjUls/s400/cassidy%232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHMUSG9ckI/AAAAAAAAAZg/sh6wqRcRdPo/s1600-h/cassidy%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332768082613858882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHMUSG9ckI/AAAAAAAAAZg/sh6wqRcRdPo/s400/cassidy%231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By Cassidy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don’t you wish you could celebrate your favorite band for a week every year? I know most JONAS BROTHERS fans love to celebrate all of the JONAS BROTHERS new albums! This holiday would start on October 12th – October 19th! It would start on my birth day and end a week after my birth day! On this holiday you could go to seven of their concert and meet them for free! This is my holiday because I love the JONAS BROTHERS and I thought they deserved their own holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1559702681936614732-2936554125388931384?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/2936554125388931384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/national-jonas-brothers-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2936554125388931384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2936554125388931384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/national-jonas-brothers-week.html' title='National JONAS BROTHER’S Week!'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgHMkZrxeLI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Y5A8xznoh7w/s72-c/cassidy%233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-7062491355631666841</id><published>2009-05-05T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:24:07.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgC8bBMG-wI/AAAAAAAAAZY/JpPSQ2C-3pQ/s1600-h/magie+sanchez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332469131168381698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgC8bBMG-wI/AAAAAAAAAZY/JpPSQ2C-3pQ/s400/magie+sanchez.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Magie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could make up a holiday it would be Play Week. It would be that because most kids love to play. Then adults could play with children or adults. Maybe some people can be getting wet while others can be playing board games. Play Week would be on May 30. This holiday would be for a week so kids could spend more time with their family. Kids could be outside almost all day instead of watching T.V., playing the computer, etc. That is why I would make that holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-7062491355631666841?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/7062491355631666841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/play-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7062491355631666841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7062491355631666841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/play-week.html' title='Play Week'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgC8bBMG-wI/AAAAAAAAAZY/JpPSQ2C-3pQ/s72-c/magie+sanchez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-1204467009232043956</id><published>2009-05-05T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:25:27.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My own holiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgC7-wvCVNI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OBTOiJO_9MY/s1600-h/Nefart+pic..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332468645715137746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgC7-wvCVNI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OBTOiJO_9MY/s400/Nefart+pic..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Nefer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could make up my own holiday I would make it “National Food Day”. It would be twice a year, on May 30 (Magie’s B-day) and October 18 (My birthday) because we like to eat. For “National Food Day” you have to eat ALL DAY. You would also have to dress as any food. It would be mostly celebrated wherever me and Magie live. There would be a lot of people in the streets selling and eating food. All of the restaurants would get a lot of clients, they would all be full. The cooks would be eating and cooking the food (at the same time). Even the houses would be full with friends and families eating and cooking. My holiday would be great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-1204467009232043956?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/1204467009232043956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-own-holiday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/1204467009232043956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/1204467009232043956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-own-holiday.html' title='My own holiday!'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgC7-wvCVNI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OBTOiJO_9MY/s72-c/Nefart+pic..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-2913518613174956899</id><published>2009-05-05T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:11:11.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgC5Z06rHOI/AAAAAAAAAZI/zyRRxAdYDzI/s1600-h/Nora+Berguem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332465812159274210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgC5Z06rHOI/AAAAAAAAAZI/zyRRxAdYDzI/s400/Nora+Berguem.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Nora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday that I would make would be called The Nora Berguem holiday week. The Nora holiday week would be a whole week of solid partying just for kids, no grown-ups involved. It’s called The Nora Berguem holiday week because I made it up. (And my name is Nora Berguem.) All kids from age zero to 16. (16 is supposedly when you become a grown-up.) Kids all over the world can celebrate this holiday from wherever they are. The holiday starts on New Years Eve. That’s when you prepare for your super party. New Years Day would be when you go flat out crazy and do all kinds of awesome things. The rest of the celebration goes on until January 6th. Which is my birthday, and another super party just like New Years Day. The only person who can celebrate this holiday until they die would be anyone from my family, and especially me because it’s my holiday anyway. It would be the most psychopathic party in the world! I just love to party! Also there would be no school or work for that WHOLE week, even for grown-ups. It’s because I’m that powerful. And of course you don’t have to celebrate it if you don’t want to. I think it would be very awesome to have your own holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-2913518613174956899?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/2913518613174956899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2913518613174956899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2913518613174956899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Cinco de Mayo'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgC5Z06rHOI/AAAAAAAAAZI/zyRRxAdYDzI/s72-c/Nora+Berguem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-9211851089833101675</id><published>2009-05-05T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:40:44.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco De Computer Games, Mexican Food, Taco Bell, Fireworks, and Hip Hop/Rap Day</title><content type='html'>by Chad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You MUST wear a sombrero when in public or you go on DEATH ROW!&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;(EXCEPT HEIST HE MAY CHOSE CUZ HE RULES!!)&lt;br /&gt;The point is for a break for kids in school and adults who could use a day away from work in the middle of no-holiday time. It could pop on any day of the year! It was inspired by Cinco De Mayo,&lt;br /&gt;Mexico’s delicious food, kids, modern music, and our own Independence Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-9211851089833101675?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/9211851089833101675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-computer-games-mexican-food.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/9211851089833101675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/9211851089833101675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-computer-games-mexican-food.html' title='Cinco De Computer Games, Mexican Food, Taco Bell, Fireworks, and Hip Hop/Rap Day'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-4441132235040268847</id><published>2009-05-05T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:38:47.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgCjx3qqDYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/3T4Z0phOm_A/s1600-h/Samantha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332442035958451586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgCjx3qqDYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/3T4Z0phOm_A/s400/Samantha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Samantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it would be a national gun day.  It would be a day where you could hunt anything animal wise. And you could shoot at trap clubs all day. At the club you would have a nice BBQ. Whatever the limit is for the bird it would be doubled. You could shoot any gun as long as it was allowed in California. You could go out of town by the mountains and hills and shoot at targets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-4441132235040268847?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/4441132235040268847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4441132235040268847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4441132235040268847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-holiday.html' title='My Holiday'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgCjx3qqDYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/3T4Z0phOm_A/s72-c/Samantha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-7407350112320901238</id><published>2009-05-05T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:36:06.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgCjGLYqtNI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uq3k7c5Aa2A/s1600-h/mills.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332441285337461970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgCjGLYqtNI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uq3k7c5Aa2A/s400/mills.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Aly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many holidays’ in America, but this holiday is named: Shopping Day!!! On Shopping Day everyone would have to go shopping for at least 2 hours. And at all stores everything would be 50% off!!! Yay! Grocery shopping. Pfft  yeah right what’s the point of shopping if you can’t buy stuff to make you feel like a King, Queen, Prince, or Princess. And it’d celebrate shopping of course. But every holiday has to have a specific date. So it’ll be in the best shopping season EVER! On June 31st . But you have to wear neon colors or you get hit in the head with a plastic baby mallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that’s the holiday I would create. And by the way Shopping Spree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-7407350112320901238?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/7407350112320901238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/shopping-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7407350112320901238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7407350112320901238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/shopping-day.html' title='Shopping Day'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgCjGLYqtNI/AAAAAAAAAY4/uq3k7c5Aa2A/s72-c/mills.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-2532078306721689672</id><published>2009-05-05T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:13:14.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vidfree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgCirfOlXdI/AAAAAAAAAYw/5BLPsi63Cns/s1600-h/Keener.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332440826807410130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgCirfOlXdI/AAAAAAAAAYw/5BLPsi63Cns/s400/Keener.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Jon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could make a holiday it would be called Vidfree. On Vidfree every video game in America in any store would be free and so would game consoles. Why: because a lot of people like video games but most video games are really expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day it would be on would be June seventh why: because it’s my birthday. Also every store would have to start selling more Christian videogames. So that’s the holiday I would make. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-2532078306721689672?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/2532078306721689672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/vidfree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2532078306721689672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2532078306721689672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/vidfree.html' title='Vidfree'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgCirfOlXdI/AAAAAAAAAYw/5BLPsi63Cns/s72-c/Keener.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-6009734068296258238</id><published>2009-05-05T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:32:53.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Metallica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgCiY9ijajI/AAAAAAAAAYo/rJDbhJR7m50/s1600-h/ISAI+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332440508526717490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgCiY9ijajI/AAAAAAAAAYo/rJDbhJR7m50/s400/ISAI+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Isai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La semana de metallica sera todos los  anos una  y todos tienen que escuchar metallica o seban ala carsel por 30 anos y siestas libre tienes que poner musica de metallica y tienes que tener un tatuaeje que diga I love metallica y tenes que tener un sombrero que diga I love metallica y tienes que tener unas bosinas grandes con la cansion one ,enter sand man ,master of puppet, welcome home,&lt;br /&gt;Por que metallica es la mjor banda de todos los tiempos porque ay un guitar hero METALLICA   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgCiTGolBPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/uK3BeTIayxA/s1600-h/ISAI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332440407888692466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgCiTGolBPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/uK3BeTIayxA/s400/ISAI.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-6009734068296258238?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/6009734068296258238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-metallica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/6009734068296258238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/6009734068296258238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-metallica.html' title='I Love Metallica'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SgCiY9ijajI/AAAAAAAAAYo/rJDbhJR7m50/s72-c/ISAI+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-7606970794079517453</id><published>2009-05-04T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:19:01.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Manhattan Rocks!</title><content type='html'>by Chad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This New York love comedy is hilarious and sad AND joyful! Gabe and Rosemary are 11 year old tweens in Manhatten. The movie shows the real Manhattan and not the fake ones with a very high crime rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary and Gabe are 11 year old tweens in a small love. They have known each other since they were in diapers. They now find themselves in a New York love story. Now, I was told not to tell any more secrets…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I liked how the boys reacted when they got touched by a girl in Kindergarten. They acted as if they were gonna die, and it was rolling-on-the-floor-laughing funny! Also when Gabe says to Rosemary “I hate you” she leaves and everywhere he looks he sees love or something saying “I didn’t mean it rosemary!” or “I love you rosemary!”. I also liked it when they showed a hobo saying “Don’t trust women! They’ll leave you on the floor bleeding and begging for mercy!” Laugh Out Loud most of the film! Also it gave mixed feelings for watchers such as… sadness, happiness, laughing, etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        “What I didn’t like was there was too much advertising in the movie…”Jacob said. I do not agree with him because if you went to Manhattan, you wouldn’t notice. And I cannot tell a lie to like 1000+ people so I can say that I loved the whole thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-7606970794079517453?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/7606970794079517453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-manhattan-rocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7606970794079517453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7606970794079517453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-manhattan-rocks.html' title='Little Manhattan Rocks!'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-7697833936562580249</id><published>2009-04-29T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:26:05.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfibdSAr8KI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ec2tPJYAK_4/s1600-h/Villalobos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330181086346211490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfibdSAr8KI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ec2tPJYAK_4/s400/Villalobos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Nayeli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Manhattan is a great movie for people of all ages. Gabe an eleven year old finds love in the city with a girl named Rosemary Telesco. It changes his life. It is the perfect love story for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe is a kid that hates girls. He thinks they have the cooties and if you touch them you’ll get bad luck. There is an imaginary line between the girls and the boys. Girls are on one side and boys are on the other. Gabe falls in love with Rosemary and it changes his life forever. They become karate partners and then they become great friends. It changes his life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the movie Little Manhattan because it has a wonderful setting. It shows you what life in the city is like. I like the parks that came up in the movie because they show you that the city really is beautiful. The characters have a great personality. Rosemary has a great sense of humor and I think that is what makes Gabe so attracted to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not like the part when he tells Rosemary that he hates her. I do not like that part because he sees a lot of things that are not realistic. I also do not like the part when she beats him at karate. That part is one of the things that I don’t like. Gabe should be showing her how to be better at karate. Not her teaching him how to get better at Karate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Manhattan is a movie that you and your family can enjoy. So get a DVD and start watching this wonderful movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-7697833936562580249?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/7697833936562580249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan_8869.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7697833936562580249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7697833936562580249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan_8869.html' title='Little Manhattan'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfibdSAr8KI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ec2tPJYAK_4/s72-c/Villalobos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-7183610315435993965</id><published>2009-04-29T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:24:32.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfibRcKSUvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/SWGr3ciSh9Q/s1600-h/Riesen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330180882912400114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfibRcKSUvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/SWGr3ciSh9Q/s400/Riesen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Sammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of this movie is Little Manhattan. Its about Rosemary (Charlie Ray) and Gabe (Josh Hutcherson). It’s a double love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary has been in Gabe`s class since kindergarten. The get separated by the girls on one side and boys on the other. Till one day Rosemary joins Gabe in karate class and becomes his sparing partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this movie because it’s cute. The part I like is when Gabe hurts his hand in class. I like how they show places around New York I really want to go there so that was cool to see those places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I didn’t like was that she has to leave to camp. He should have had   to follow her there and talk everything out there. To me nothing else was wrong or bad. Or else the movie was good to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-7183610315435993965?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/7183610315435993965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan_6440.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7183610315435993965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7183610315435993965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan_6440.html' title='Little Manhattan'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfibRcKSUvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/SWGr3ciSh9Q/s72-c/Riesen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-4349644370973460640</id><published>2009-04-29T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:23:21.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The boy and his crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfibEfLZ3dI/AAAAAAAAAYI/JlGfFusQ-q8/s1600-h/Yareli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330180660384095698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfibEfLZ3dI/AAAAAAAAAYI/JlGfFusQ-q8/s400/Yareli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;by Yareli &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Manhattan is a story about two 11 years olds fall in love. Gabe (Josh Hutcherson) and Rosemary (Charlie Ray) they were friends in kindergarten, but in second grade school started to resemble an Orthodox temple boy’s one side, girls on the other, invisible curtain in between. Gabe thought girls had cooties. But in fifth grade they went to karate class and they were partners. The setting is New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a little about in the movie. Gabe wanted to conquer Rosemary. But rosemary never payed attention to him. Sometimes Gabe got jealous because in karate they weren’t partners anymore. They secretly liked each other but didn’t tell each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the movie because it has little bit of everything. And because it’s funny how Gabe cries. And because the movie wasn’t just for kids and it wasn’t just for adults. And they always got mad each other but they didn’t stay mad for long. When they hold hands they always sweated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s hard to say why I didn’t like the movie. But I didn’t like the end wasn’t very cute. And boys think girls had cooties. And they didn’t like girls to touch them. That’s the things I didn’t liked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-4349644370973460640?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/4349644370973460640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/boy-and-his-crush.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4349644370973460640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/4349644370973460640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/boy-and-his-crush.html' title='The boy and his crush'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfibEfLZ3dI/AAAAAAAAAYI/JlGfFusQ-q8/s72-c/Yareli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-7275768173799312481</id><published>2009-04-29T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:20:03.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Manhattan Review!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiaOBwAhII/AAAAAAAAAYA/Dt6KynRJuC0/s1600-h/Avi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330179724771624066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiaOBwAhII/AAAAAAAAAYA/Dt6KynRJuC0/s400/Avi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Avi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Manhattan is a story about two eleven years old that fall in love. The main characters are Gabe and Rosemary. The setting took place in New York. Anyone in the family can watch it. This movie is about romance and comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe and Rosemary were friends in kindergarten. Boys in the second grade thought girls have cooties. Then in fifth grade they enter karate. And Rosemary is Gabe’s sparring partner. But Gabe thinks girls have cooties until he meets Rosemary. The two go&lt;br /&gt;everywhere together. Then their first kiss is awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the movie Little Manhattan because it has comedy and romance. And I like comedy although I don’t really like romance. I also like it because anybody could watch it. I also liked that they went everywhere together. I also like the setting it’s really nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What I didn’t like about the movie is that boys thought girls had cooties. They thought that when a girl touched them they would get bad luck. And I didn’t really like the ending. That’s really all I did’t like about the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-7275768173799312481?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/7275768173799312481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan-review_9776.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7275768173799312481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7275768173799312481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan-review_9776.html' title='Little Manhattan Review!'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiaOBwAhII/AAAAAAAAAYA/Dt6KynRJuC0/s72-c/Avi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-5006358897244143029</id><published>2009-04-29T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:17:22.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Manhattan Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiZcRa-eRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/TLPRQjSy1KU/s1600-h/Angela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330178869984917778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiZcRa-eRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/TLPRQjSy1KU/s400/Angela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Angela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Manhattan is a story about two 11 years olds that fall in love. Gabe and Rosemary .The setting is in New York.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gabe and Rosemary have known each other since kindergarten. They were friend until 3rd grade. In the begin of 3rd grade there was a invisible wall between girls and boy. None of the boys talked to girls because they said if a girl touched a boy the boy had cooties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked many things about Little Manhattan but my favorite thing about this movie is that it can be for kid, teens, and adults. It also shows a lot of adventures between Gabe and Rosemary. And I like how this kids can be out in a big city as New York. Even though it had to be as far there parents said. Even though Gade and Rosemary get in trouble because of there adventures.                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked how it was comedy and romance. And the show that Rosemary, Rosemary parents, and Gabe went to. I also liked how Gabe and his friend get around there  home. It was nice that even though Rosemary did not get to see her dad and mom a lot they both made up for it. But I like Little Manhattan a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-5006358897244143029?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/5006358897244143029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan-review_3306.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/5006358897244143029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/5006358897244143029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan-review_3306.html' title='Little Manhattan Review'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiZcRa-eRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/TLPRQjSy1KU/s72-c/Angela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-7727785312544338391</id><published>2009-04-29T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:15:49.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiZOqRhX2I/AAAAAAAAAXw/KwVVxJ9CUU4/s1600-h/Lane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330178636137979746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiZOqRhX2I/AAAAAAAAAXw/KwVVxJ9CUU4/s400/Lane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Cassidy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story about two love stories. One story is a 1st love story. One is a getting back together story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Little Manhattan is a story about a boy named Gabe. He is 11 just like his karate partner Rosemary. Once he meets his karate partner he feels loves strike him in the heart. Gabe ends up getting Rosemary as his sparring partner. After their first karate class Gabe and Rosemary are already practicing together and going to parties together. They also go see the best singer in New York with Rosemary’s parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the movie, but my favorite part was when Gabe kisses Rosemary on the lips! I like that part because it is funny and romantic. The reason why I like is I love watching movie scenes that will make you laugh. I also love this scene because it is one of the funniest parts of the movie. This is my favorite part of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the worst part of the movie was when Gabe and Rosemary told each other they hated each other. I didn’t like that part because it was kind of sad. It is sad because you think they’re going to fall in love. It is sad because you think they will stay together for the summer. When they yell at each other over the phone the expression on their faces are shocking. I think that is the worst part of the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-7727785312544338391?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/7727785312544338391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan_7178.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7727785312544338391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7727785312544338391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan_7178.html' title='Little Manhattan'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiZOqRhX2I/AAAAAAAAAXw/KwVVxJ9CUU4/s72-c/Lane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-5707730968552495840</id><published>2009-04-29T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:14:21.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Manhattan review</title><content type='html'>by Prestin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name the movie is Little Manhattan. They meet in kindergarten. Then they fall in love with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have known each other since kindergarten and became closer in the sixth grade. They take karate classes together. Then she helped him get better. He bought her an ice cream at the park. They went looking for apartments together for his dad. They wondered the city a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the karate stuff. Also it was a good movie. It was okay for a chick flick. They were also good actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t like that they fell in love right away. Also that they were in the same city. One other thing was that she could beat him up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-5707730968552495840?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/5707730968552495840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan-review_29.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/5707730968552495840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/5707730968552495840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan-review_29.html' title='Little Manhattan review'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-7787826096944536138</id><published>2009-04-29T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:11:01.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiYGWXZ94I/AAAAAAAAAXo/OBS2m7yhcbE/s1600-h/greene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330177393843369858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiYGWXZ94I/AAAAAAAAAXo/OBS2m7yhcbE/s400/greene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Brad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a movie review for the romantic 2005 kids and adult movie “Little Manhattan.” This movie is probably one of many movies that is a romance movies made for kids as well for adults. I highly recommend this movie to teens and pre-teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a movie about a 11year old kid named Gabe (Josh Hutcherson)found his first love Rosemary Telesco (Charlie Ray) his friend since Kindergarten until when 2nd grade came when there was an invisible curtain in between boys and girls (boys rule and girls have cooties.) Also he finds out how true love can’t last for ever when a kid comes and ruins their love. While his parents fix their mistakes in the past and start to love each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this movie because it showed that people can love each other at young ages. Also I like romance and I’m a comedy guy. What also made this movie interesting to me is that my dad was born in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn’t like about this movie is that some parts weren’t necessary. Like the story about the sheep herder. I don’t think that was necessary because it took a little but during that time there could’ve been some action or kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiYC1kCDSI/AAAAAAAAAXg/eAEzzEQDxBw/s1600-h/greene+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330177333498350882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiYC1kCDSI/AAAAAAAAAXg/eAEzzEQDxBw/s400/greene+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-7787826096944536138?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/7787826096944536138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan_6015.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7787826096944536138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/7787826096944536138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan_6015.html' title='Little Manhattan'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiYGWXZ94I/AAAAAAAAAXo/OBS2m7yhcbE/s72-c/greene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-2203140928363835551</id><published>2009-04-29T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:06:56.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiXJHui39I/AAAAAAAAAXY/OwpixHo0wSA/s1600-h/waldt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330176341941870546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiXJHui39I/AAAAAAAAAXY/OwpixHo0wSA/s400/waldt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of this love story is little Manhattan. There is a boy named Gabe who is ten and a girl named Rosemary Telesco who is eleven. This is a very good love story for people of all ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe is a kid that hated girls since second grade that is until he meets Rosemary Telesco once again. He believed in cooties and when he met her in Karate class. This is a movie whose setting is in New York City and they advertise many things like ice-cream, the theater and a lot more things like Central Park! This is a funny, hilarious, and sweet, love movie and you will love it!        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I like about the movie is that they know karate and they beat the mean bully at the park. I like that part because it was so cool how they did karate and beat him. Also when they beat him he looked really mad and he looked funny and so that made me start to laugh! It was good that they got away from him or else they would of probably would have had started a fight. That scene is just so funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scene that I don’t like would probably be when Gabe told Rosemary that he hated her. It was so mean for Gabe to do that because it hurt Rosemary and maybe hurt him for saying it. I don’t like that scene because it was so mean and cruel, in my opinion. Also it probably made other people think the same too. This is the scene that was probably the saddest in the whole movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-2203140928363835551?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/2203140928363835551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan_8989.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2203140928363835551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2203140928363835551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan_8989.html' title='Little Manhattan'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiXJHui39I/AAAAAAAAAXY/OwpixHo0wSA/s72-c/waldt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-289270103117539987</id><published>2009-04-29T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:05:08.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Manhattan Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiWrUcywLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZVR3ewSftOg/s1600-h/Serna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330175829960999090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiWrUcywLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZVR3ewSftOg/s400/Serna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Nefer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story about two eleven year old kids it’s funny and kind of sad. The main characters are Rosemary (Charlie Ray) and Gabe (Josh Hutcherson).The setting is New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Gabe and Rosemary are friends in Kindergarten but then, “girls have cooties” in second grade then they are separated by an invisible wall. Both Gabe and Rosemary are in the same Karate class. Then Gabe falls in love with rosemary. They spend a lot of time together and then they have their first kiss. They get mad at each other, and then, Gabe goes to the wedding where Rosemary is the flower girl and tells her he loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I liked about the movie is that they had New York advertisements. For if you want to go to New York you can know some places to go to. Another thing I liked was that it’s an adult movie and a kid movie. So anybody can watch it. Those are some things I liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn’t like about the movie was that they showed what Gabe was thinking. It made it confusing to know when he was talking and when he wasn’t talking. Another thing I didn’t like was that the Karate man appeared when Gabe thought about kissing Rosemary. That’s what I didn’t like about the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I thought it was a great movie for adults and kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-289270103117539987?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/289270103117539987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan-movie-review_4259.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/289270103117539987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/289270103117539987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan-movie-review_4259.html' title='A Little Manhattan Movie Review'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiWrUcywLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZVR3ewSftOg/s72-c/Serna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-6993005683949028607</id><published>2009-04-29T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:03:47.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiWZrHNFqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/xhjc4jfTyls/s1600-h/Keener.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330175526806820514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiWZrHNFqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/xhjc4jfTyls/s400/Keener.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie little Manhattan is the best movie I have seen in a long time. In New York City a small 11 year old boy had a normal life until rosemary telesco joined his karate class.  After that his life is turned up side down as he trys to get the girl of his dreams. I would grade this as an a minus movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe’s parents are at war with labels and his dad sleeps on the couch.  But his life is good until rosemary enters his life. Then the movie gets interesting as he falls in love. In first grade they were friends but when she joins his karate class he gets his life turned up side down. As they fall in love his parents come back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I liked the movie because of the plot it was interesting.  The plot was good because there was the parents too  making the movie good for all ages also they made it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with the movie is they advertise New York with t shirts.  The other problem is I don’t like the way the movie ends. At the end of the movie they break up. The movie though is a advertisement for new York.  But overall it is a good movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-6993005683949028607?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/6993005683949028607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan_7651.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/6993005683949028607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/6993005683949028607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan_7651.html' title='Little Manhattan'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiWZrHNFqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/xhjc4jfTyls/s72-c/Keener.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-415709578933055639</id><published>2009-04-29T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:01:51.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiVwRzabaI/AAAAAAAAAXA/R121Tfyh7L0/s1600-h/southey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330174815638285730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiVwRzabaI/AAAAAAAAAXA/R121Tfyh7L0/s400/southey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is heartwarming and funny. “Little Manhattan” is for anyone in the family who likes romance and comedy at the same time. Living in Manhattan was fine until Gabe gets Rosemary as his karate partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe is just any other 11 year old kid that thinks girls have cooties and boys rule. That is until he gets Rosemary as a karate partner. Rosemary has been in Gabe’s class since kindergarten, but once they get to 2nd grade a metal sheet comes down between the boys and girls. Gabe’s parents are on the verge of getting divorced and his life has been pretty good; but then that one day when he gets Rosemary as his karate partner his life changes forever. This movie takes you on a journey that mostly everyone takes when they are preteens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Little Manhattan” has a lot of things that I liked. I liked I liked the way it told a story that everyone goes through. I the way it told a story that everyone goes through. Everyone has a first love and most of the time it doesn’t work out; and sadly in this movie it doesn’t either. Rosemary and Gabe have been friends for a long time too though, so it might have been awkward. They did have good times together, and that’s something I really liked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not one thing I didn’t like in this movie. They had enough dialogue and that’s something I really like. When there isn’t enough dialogue the movie kind of drags on. Every movie should have a lot of dialogue. This was one of the best movies I have seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-415709578933055639?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/415709578933055639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan_9435.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/415709578933055639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/415709578933055639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan_9435.html' title='Little Manhattan'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiVwRzabaI/AAAAAAAAAXA/R121Tfyh7L0/s72-c/southey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559702681936614732.post-2570055919007688583</id><published>2009-04-29T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:59:14.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiVTGPdrXI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BYr4BHiP2Y8/s1600-h/ratchford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330174314318507378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiVTGPdrXI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BYr4BHiP2Y8/s400/ratchford.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Gabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie Little Manhattan is the movie I’m writing about. There are two 10 year old love birds, Rosemary and Gabe. They both live in New York. &lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;Rosemary and Gabe knew each other since kindergarten. Now Gabe and Rosemary are in fifth grade. Guys and girls could play together until second grade… when the invisible walls came down. Guys thought girls had cuddies and after that everything was different.                                 &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;There were a whole lot of parts I liked in Little Manhattan. I liked the part when Rosemary and Gabe used their karate skills on the bully and pushed down his bike. The other part I thought was funny is when Rosemary’s family and Gabe listened to this guy sing and something romantic happened. My favorite part was when Rosemary and Gabe kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t like that much parts in the movie. I partly hated the sad part when Rosemary and Gabe had the huge I hate you part. I also hated the part when Gabe started cussing a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1559702681936614732-2570055919007688583?l=5-6class.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/feeds/2570055919007688583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan_3468.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2570055919007688583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1559702681936614732/posts/default/2570055919007688583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5-6class.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-manhattan_3468.html' title='Little Manhattan'/><author><name>Room #18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814830061263192825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/Sc1H_bF7HLI/AAAAAAAAARA/U8VUCyWVVKU/S220/Heist5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMLToIYpFDk/SfiVTGPdrXI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BYr4BHiP2Y8/s72-c/ratchford.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
