<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:20:39.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so flys thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-5899877543683388949</id><published>2010-05-19T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T09:15:57.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Spelling Obama Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/jwplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="height=390&amp;amp;width=480&amp;amp;file=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/standard/5af9f656-635b-11df-8377-003048d69c21_3_standard_medium-flv.flv&amp;amp;image=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/standard/5af9f656-635b-11df-8377-003048d69c21_3_standard_poster.jpg&amp;amp;link=http://www.xtranormal.com/watch/6616939&amp;amp;searchbar=false&amp;amp;autostart=false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/jwplayer.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="height=390&amp;amp;width=480&amp;amp;file=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/standard/5af9f656-635b-11df-8377-003048d69c21_3_standard_medium-flv.flv&amp;amp;image=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/standard/5af9f656-635b-11df-8377-003048d69c21_3_standard_poster.jpg&amp;amp;link=http://www.xtranormal.com/watch/6616939&amp;amp;searchbar=false&amp;amp;autostart=false" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/embedded-xnl-stats.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/embedded-xnl-stats.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" height="1" width="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Script Thingy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stand before you in this stadium,  we are going to discuss the educational crisis around the world. Did y’all know that the general 5th grade student these days does not know how to put words in alphabetical order? I mean, seriously, how hard is it to get some darn words alphabetized? Apparently we need to add more technology to the whole ecosystem so they can learn how to look at an alphabet and it can be very hands-on, because obviously most kids need to know how to actually complete an assignment. Remember this quotation: I am going to limit the web sites and sources for all the technology, because of the advertising for the industrial companies. Some of the advertising dialogue can be very irritating to your learning experiences. Some of the words are intentional to make you click on the ad, but seriously, we don’t want out children exposed to that. And when I limit the computer sites,  I hope it understandable because I want  to make sure there isn’t any unnecessary stimulation and exposure. I am just thinking  about the children. And I can relieve the unpopular superstition that you can go blind  by just trying to photocopy something. Now everybody knows that this paragraph I just recited about child education is going to be monumental all around the world, oh yes and make sure to thank our sponsors over here at the white house, champion shoes. They donate every penny  they make to help the survival in Hay Tee.  And thank y’all all for coming out to show your appreciation for education and now 5th grade can know what a  homophone is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-5899877543683388949?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/5899877543683388949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-spelling-obama-speech.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/5899877543683388949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/5899877543683388949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-spelling-obama-speech.html' title='My Spelling Obama Speech'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-1308250621808530535</id><published>2010-05-13T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:27:46.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Creature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S-wfv3-9BpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GoJ_21j7aBY/s1600/SCAN0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 428px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S-wfv3-9BpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GoJ_21j7aBY/s400/SCAN0199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470782554690619026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's alive Mua-ha-ha-haaaaaaaaaa!!!" Well, not really. This is the story of how Woolly Pit Rats survived for so long, but their are very few (due to the ugliness of this animal, bless their hearts).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One day there was a Woolly Pit Rat named Bob. Bob lived in a dark pit, where it was very humid, so his hair was all puffy. He pretty much looked like a pea pod with a brown-gray tennis ball on top. So anyways, he went to school one day, and these mice were making fun of him, just because his mom is a Green Pit Viper and his dad is a Bosavi Woolly Rat. So after school he told his parents what happened and they just ignored it (now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good parenting). So the next day at school the whole class had recess. They were still teasing him, so he just ignored it. Suddenly, he saw a very big owl swoop down and take the mice 1 by 1. Before he knew it, they were all gone. Soon the owl came down and approached him.&lt;br /&gt;" I am very hungry, but you look WAY too nasty and ugly to eat, so I guess I'll just find something else."&lt;br /&gt;From then on he never got made fun of again (even though he was still ugly) and he used his ugliness as an advantage. That is why they aren't very rare, because of their lack of tastef&lt;/span&gt;ul&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And also Bob eventually died because he was way to ugly and nobody cared about him, so when he got sick, they didn't even care to pay his medical bill and stuff, so yeah, he died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-1308250621808530535?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/1308250621808530535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-creature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/1308250621808530535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/1308250621808530535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-creature.html' title='My Creature'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S-wfv3-9BpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GoJ_21j7aBY/s72-c/SCAN0199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-7065897510638742203</id><published>2010-05-05T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T07:40:56.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1 Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think that the Circulatory, Respiratory, Digestive, and Excretory systems are considered transport systems because your food &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;travels &lt;/span&gt;down and out (if you know what I mean), and your air and oxygen   travel down, around, and back up, so they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;transport &lt;/span&gt;from 1 place to another while the organs help different things go to one place to another. But each system help each other out,and they all make up your insides, and help you stay alive. And it helps you get rid of your way and transport it from food to waste, and it helps you flush out your system, and get rid of the things that can make you sick, as well as dead skin and stuff like that. Basically, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you need your body systems and all that stuff to keep &lt;/span&gt;your water content balanced, as well as everything else balanced, by transporting things in and out of your body. So I think that is why they are considered transport systems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-7065897510638742203?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/7065897510638742203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-1-health.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/7065897510638742203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/7065897510638742203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-1-health.html' title='Chapter 1 Health'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-6241338541616008621</id><published>2010-04-08T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T07:52:08.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After Taking The TAKS</title><content type='html'>What I thought about the TAKS. Well, at first before the test, I felt like I was going to just break down and cry. I was seriously scared because I didn’t know what was coming and what to expect. And it was also kind of scary because I wouldn’t know the difficulty level, so I didn’t know how hard it was really going to be. Now let me get on to the details. Oh yeah, about the math. It took me forever to do it just because I wanted to be 100% sure about my answers. It was pretty easy, because I used my strategies and looked for the key words, and boxed them in so I wouldn’t forget they were there. There wasn’t really one specific question I had problems with, considering if I had a problem then I would just reread the question. I breezed through all the questions and had time to prove my answers and be pretty sure about it, just a little over 2-3 hours. That was pretty fast for me.  But I just think that the stress and worrying about the test was more pain then the test itself. I was just hoping that there would be more simplifying fraction questions on there, because that is my favorite thing to do in math. And I really got to know how to simplify fractions really good, because of that rap that Pamela and me made. But that’s a whole other story.  Now to summarize about the math TAKS, it was easy, it was fast, and I hope I passed. Hey, that rhymed. Now on to the next one, the reading TAKS. The reading TAKS was easy, but harder than the math. I don’t even remember how long it took me; I just remember I was one of the last ones done. I read each story like at least 3 times: the first time just to get a good idea about the story, the second time to take notes about my reading and use all my strategies, and at the very end I read it again in order to check my answers. Some of the questions were just common sense, considering you could just answer them without reading the story. But some questions really made me think. Like the very last question in the story about the dog that never gave up and saved those people from that fire.  But some questions were very easy because all you had to do is look back in the story. But my favorite type of questions are those ones that ask you," Based on the information in the passage, which one is most likely to happen?”  I like those types of questions because they really get me thinking and every now and then I daydream about what could happen. But daydreaming really helps me solve those kinds of problems. It’s really funny that some of the answer choices make no sense at all. But sometimes they can be tricky but it gets me thinking, and I really love a challenge. But the story in the TAKS that I liked the most was the one about the substitute teachers and the kids plan to waste class but when they get a nice sub then he outsmarts them, and they have fun and finally learn to enjoy class. I could actually picture the story in my head, just like a TV.  Looking back now at the test rally gets me thinking about my personal goals after college and stuff like that.  It makes me think that I can overcome anything. But I can’t be too sure because I need to know my grade before I can move on. I just cant wait until I see my grade because I will be sad if I get a bad grade, but I am very confident that I got a good grade after looking at that test.  I am also very confident in the reading considering I triple-checked my answers in the story. The only catch is, when in the world am I going to know my score?!?! Its eating me alive!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-6241338541616008621?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/6241338541616008621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/04/after-taking-taks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/6241338541616008621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/6241338541616008621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/04/after-taking-taks.html' title='After Taking The TAKS'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-2439312264246474031</id><published>2010-04-05T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T06:29:52.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Quest</title><content type='html'>Okay, so in the future when I am an important person traveling the world with 70-year-old Angelina Jolie and helping out kids in other countries, with my part-time job of being a veterinarian, I'm going to look back and reminisce about my past years and taking the 1 test that has helped me reach my goals: The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt;. Some people find it hard, but I think it's just another test. But before I look into the future, I have to think about my responsibilities &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now.&lt;/span&gt; I need to worry about passing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt; instead of just thinking things will come to me without work. I think the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt; test will help me in the future because I would be like," When I passed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt;, then I know that I have reached my goal because I tried hard and succeeded, and it taught me to try my hardest." But I know that since I tried hard I will succeed, and it should be easy to get what I want. But after I pass the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt; in my last year in high school, I will be like,"Yes!!! I made it!!!" And the I could submit a form (or whatever you have to send) and hopefully that college will accept me. When I graduate from college, I will get a nice job, like I said at the beginning of the story ( And if you don't know, ask Angelina Jolie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt; ). But the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt; test will have a major affect on me because I take it seriously. Meaning, if I pass it is a positive affect, because it will help me pass on to the next grade, and it would really mean a lot to me. But if I don't it will be the end  of the world (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Noooooooo&lt;/span&gt;!!!!). It doesn't really matter if I get commended because I am trying to aim higher and get a 100 so I will be like ," Hard work pays off." Hey, that sounds pretty nice.  "Hard Work Pays Off!"  (says in deep voice like a army general-dude).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-2439312264246474031?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/2439312264246474031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/04/future-quest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/2439312264246474031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/2439312264246474031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/04/future-quest.html' title='Future Quest'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-2755462400986543142</id><published>2010-04-01T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T06:25:53.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Experiences During Making the SImplifying Song with Pamela</title><content type='html'>My experiences during making the "$implifying R@p with P@m3l@".... hmmm... Well,it was nice working with somebody that actually KNOWS how to do Garageband. Pamela made a nice beat and I spit some bars. I rapped about Simplifying Fractions. It was funny because me and Pamela had 2 "special" guest stars (you will have to listen to the song to know ho it is). It was hard becuase when we recorded outside, then the wind kept on getting in the background. And I think we had audio issues because when we recorded our voices then we  couldn't understand each other so we had to keep on recording over and over and over.  And whenever we had the guest stars on, they were DRAMA QUEENS!!! They were trying to order us around and stuff telling them to GET A PACK OF M&amp;amp;M'S AND PICK OUT ALL THE RED ONES SO THEY CAN EAT THE RED ONES!!! Well, at the beginning, I guess I was pretty confident because I knew Pamela would be right there to help me write the lyrics and record and everything, so I knew I wasn't going in alone. But towards the end, I began to notice how some people were already done, so I felt like I was behind. I noticed actually how hard it was, but overall it was fun. I will surely look into more music-making into the future. I was just afraid that my voice will sound weird on it like it normally does, but thanks to our "special guest stars", they were good vocalist coaches.Hehehe.Thanks to them, I was very comfortable making music. I would just change who I would want as a guest star, because like I said, DRAMA QUEENS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-2755462400986543142?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/2755462400986543142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-experiences-during-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/2755462400986543142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/2755462400986543142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-experiences-during-making.html' title='My Experiences During Making the SImplifying Song with Pamela'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-1007588859592996752</id><published>2010-03-29T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T06:24:10.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did over the weekend</title><content type='html'>On Saturday: I barely got any sleep because I went to be around 12:45-ish but had to wake up around 7:00 because my brother had a football game. It was funny because this little kid was making faces at me so I started yelling at him, then he told his coach "I got 5 tackles!" and I said "No he didn't because then out team (the Thunder) wouldn't be winning!" Then this lady in the front of us said,"I know that's right!If he got 5 tackles,what game is he playing in?!?!" But then I got in trouble because I was sitting at the very top,but my mom heard me. It was still good because I saw this boy that looked just like Justin Bieber. Now it was very boring the rest of the day, so I am going to skip to Sunday now. I woke up on Sunday like NOOOOOO!!!! Because Sunday is the worst day of the week. All I did was clean all day, but at least I got to play my Young Money CD. That is a very good CD. I also watched the recording of the KCA because I couldn't watch it on Saturday. Justin Bieber performed, and it was funny. Also, 2 of my favorite comedians, Chris Rock and Jonah Hill, were at the KCA. Also, Katy Perry majorly got slimed in the face, which looked like it hurt. And Rihanna performed. After I watched the KCA, we had a bar-b-q and mt dad's friend came over. I don't know what hapened after that, considering I wentt to bed VERY early at 8:45 (after watching Everybody Hates Chris).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-1007588859592996752?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/1007588859592996752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-i-did-over-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/1007588859592996752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/1007588859592996752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-i-did-over-weekend.html' title='What I did over the weekend'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-8770998017865318632</id><published>2010-03-22T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:44:57.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Back From Spring Break (NOOOOOO!!!!)</title><content type='html'>Okaayyy, I am back from my Spring Break. It rocked for about 3 days, then all I did after that was sleep. It felt good to sleep until 12:00, but last night I couldn't sleep at night. It was horrible. Now we got some short 2 weeks until the 'Big Ugly. 'I personally HATE taking the 'Big Ugly' because I stress out and don't get any sleep and get sooooo nervous, but when I take it, I take soooo long because I stress so I take my time, then I get a good grade and then I'm like  "Wow I got a good grade." But if I miss 1 question, I'm like "NOOOO!!FLAPJACKS!!! I DID ALL THAT WORK AND STRESS AND I DON'T GET ANY SLEEP FOR &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THIS???&lt;/span&gt; I CAN'T EVEN GET A GOOD GRADE FOR 1 TEST??? THERE IS SOMETHING REALLY WRONG WITH THIS TEST!!!!" But then I shake it off because hey, I'M GOING TO PASS!! But I also hate the 'Big Ugly' because it messes with my head,man! I can't sleep at night with my racing thoughts, and I can't eat breakfast because I will... Well, let's just say it wont be pretty. What the TAKS test means to me is just another test, but the grade REALLY matters this time. I am kind of confident in myself passing, because I might stress out so much that I can't think, and Its happened before. I think the importance of it is great, because that's kind of what tells you if you pass on to the next grade, and if I don't pass, I AM TOAST!!!:'( But it will all be worth it when I graduate from high school and fulfill my dream of being a doctor. But hopefully, I would be like, "It was all worth it, but I would like to change it and just take like an end-of-semester test or something, then judge by that just because of the pressure that kids are under, and the test anxiety, and that can make them freeze and forget everything, therefore getting a bad grade. It would be nice to explain to people that the test is to see what you know and what you have learned. And it would be nice to just take a test that another state takes, instead of just having the TAKS test, unlike other states. 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and ate Taco Bell.I had some nachos and OO-WEE it was messy but hey,if it aint sloppy it aint good (my dad's favorite catch phrase).I went to Justice,Claire's,Bakers,Foot Locker,Body Central,Hot Topic,and JC Penney.I got pink skinny jeans,and like 2 shirts,and I also went to Old Navy.I went home exhausted,but we still had to dop my sister off at her friend's house.DRAMA QUEEN.After we got back home,we had to go to Kroger and shop.We were like the only people there and hat was the peak of my day.I didn't do much after that considering I went back to sleep.When I woke up it was time for dinner.We got to go to Razzoo's and I ate gator tail.Now,on Sunday (which is the WORST day of the week,followed by Monday)I had to wake up early and CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN.It sucked really bad.I listened to church on my radio,but had no idea what they were saying or who they were talking about,so I had to turn it off.I was texting while doing my chores,and when we left the house,I saw Kenton washing a car.By the time I got back home,my phone was on low battery,so I had to charge it AGAIN.I prank called people and tricked out my MySpace.I had to go to some far away place to go to my brother's football weigh-ins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-8737412242849221799?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/8737412242849221799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-that-i-did-over-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/8737412242849221799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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live broadcast on Ustream.It sucked.I went to Braum's yesterday.My dog bit me.My grandma got a new 32" tv.I got new clothes.I spent about 5 hours on Youtube.I went to the mall.I went to Citi Trends.I wentto Factory 2U.I went to Vevo.com.I watched more Jersey Shore.I Skyped my sister's friend Blake.I watched Saw 6.I watched SUPER TROOPERS.I prank called people.I slept in until like 12:00.I danced.STANKY LEGG.I played Smackdown vs Raw on Playstation.I prank called more people.I went to Razzoo's and ate gator tail.I watched Flava Tv.I watched 106 &amp;amp; Park.I went to Pamela's house to play her Wii but then I hit her Tv with the Wii remote.I played the game Zelda's Twilight.We listened to 106.1 Kiss Fm and K104 and 97.9 The Beat.I listened to a Ludacris CD.I watched Stomp the yard and ate popcorn and hot sauce (which is surprisingly AWESOME).I watched Keeping Up With The Kardashians.I texted people.I watched UFC.I watched SOUTH PARK.I watched Silent Library.I slept.I wanted to go to Yasmin's house but my dad wouldn't let me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-3048642565977934088?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/3048642565977934088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-i-did-over-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/3048642565977934088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/3048642565977934088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-i-did-over-weekend.html' title='WHAT I DID OVER THE WEEKEND'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-8689417311728321072</id><published>2010-02-18T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:15:48.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President's Day 1860 Presidental Election</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;African-American Farmer From Massachusetts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy Yall.I am an African-American farmer from Massachusetts.I am going to vote for Abraham Lincoln because I think he is ready to take on the debates about slavery.He takes on a very important role in the Civil War,as he fights for whats right (well,not really FIGHT just,you know,debate about slavery).I want to vote for him because he wants to put an end to slavery.I want him to put an end to slavery because I have been pushed around so much in life,being sold like I'm some sort of....PROPERTY!!!Everybody wants to sell and trade slaves for their own good.I want to be treated fairly,and not have to work for other people's greed.That is why Honest Abe should be president,so he could put an end to this slavery madness.&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Abolitionist from Massachusetts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a white abolitionist from Massachusetts&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I believe that Abe is a right choice of president,therefor I am going to vote for him.He is a pefect candidate,considering he is trying to do all he can for people to be treated equally.He is brave,and I think he should keep on fighting for what he believes in.If we as a country can't all be treated equally,we should go our seperate ways.We really need to look closer at what we can be and not what other people can be.We can earn some serious money working for ourselves,since we wouldn't have to pay slaves.Why can't everybody just open up their eyes and see that?Abe is perfect to take on the role of all importance,the ultimate debater.Leading this nation and busting out slavery!Honest Abe can lead us in the right path for that,and he could do much more like helping everbody except eachother and have peace.&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Senator From Alabama&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am a white senator from Alabama,and slaves should be legal.Therefor,I am not voting for Abe.Ever since we brought the slaves form West Africa,they were brought here to work.They are living freely,all because of Lincoln.They were suppose to work,so I could have more business,bringing more money.MULAH BABY!!!I can not vote for Lincoln,that giant freak.All he is doing is trying to take away my working property,that I BROUGHT.I think that if they are going to be here,they need to work for us,hey nothing is free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-8689417311728321072?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/8689417311728321072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/02/presidents-day-1860-presidental.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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far?</title><content type='html'>1/3 of the way through The Lightning Thief.WOW.It seems that just yesterday I had no idea who Percy was or Grover,or anything about Greek gods or anything. Now I know so much,I can tell you which god I am! Well enough about me,now here comes the part about the book. Wait...I don't mean the book I mean &lt;i&gt;the &lt;/i&gt;book.I know it is &lt;i&gt;the &lt;/i&gt;book because when I finish reading and I know that I'm not suppose to read on,I still have he urge to.I just can't,but it's like a guilty pleasure. But I promise I haven't read on.I really don't have the time.I like it,but when they add a new character,it's like they just rush them in there without any background knowledge,but at the same time,when you find out,it give you that Ohhh moment,you know,the lightbulb affect.  And when that happens,everything seems to just piece itself together like a puzzle.I like the way the author (Rick Riordan) displays Percy like a not-so-bright kid,because then it takes him longer to figure out what is going on,so it makes the book longer and more detailed.I also like Grover.He is my favorite character because he protected Percy the best way he could,and I think it's cool how he is half goat.I don't know why I think he's cool,but I just do.I can't wait for the movie to come out,and we can see it at the dollar movies. Maybe we can take a field trip on 50 cent Tuesday. Each ticket is 50 cents and they have $1 hotdogs.My favorite part is when Percy describes all the scenery at the camp,because it sounds like a pretty cool and ideal place to be. Except the bathrooms.I remember how Percy was saying in chapter 6 how they could at least afford better "johns"(toilets).I am so excited for the movie,and my heart has been pounding every time I open the book.I would like to look further into Greek Mythology so I could understand all the minotaurs ,gods,and half-bloods better.I get lost sometimes but Emaleigh helps me understand more about the book.I understand Greek Mythology (kind of) thanks to the book.I am gratefull for that,and I wonder what will happen next.CANT WAIT FOR THE MOVIEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-4344506975200814468?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/4344506975200814468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-do-i-think-about-book-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/4344506975200814468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/4344506975200814468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-do-i-think-about-book-so-far.html' title='What Do I think about the book so far?'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-4590635917881489392</id><published>2010-01-13T06:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T06:27:32.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Spelling Wordle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S03YOeUZRxI/AAAAAAAAACw/tdipVSOgAic/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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(PART 2)</title><content type='html'>INDEPENDENCE DAY,1782&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been one year since the war has ended,and I have seen a lot of progress since then.More houses are built,and more health care shelters have been,too.I have been making a lot of money,selling items for money.I even sell baked goods!My brother and husband are also doing fine,and they are starting a little business on the land won in the French and Indian War.It is Independence Day today,and It was like one big memorial for everyone who lost their lives in the Revolution. There are fireworks,and even red,white,and blue colored items!We are celebrating our independence from Britain,and we are loving it!I even help put wires up the stems of flowers for the memorials! I smell fresh-baked bread,muffins,and the happy smoke from the fireworks!As I surround myself in red,white,and blue,I walk the streets and think back to last year,and think of how the images I see on the streets have changed.I feel tears coming,and a little choked up.I am never out of things to do.There are little booths on the streets for memorials,and I bring flowers to each one.As you can tell,I am pretty busy.I am going to send you some food ASAP,but after the day ends.I will also write back ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Alexis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-668032438485672369?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/668032438485672369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-back-from-waryay-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/668032438485672369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/668032438485672369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-back-from-waryay-part-2.html' title='COMING BACK FROM THE WAR!!!YAY!!!! (PART 2)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-3318429315403803924</id><published>2009-12-15T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:12:37.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMING BACK FROM THE WAR!!!YAY!!!! (PART 1)</title><content type='html'>Dearest Mother,&lt;br /&gt;October 1781&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The war got so big,it was just about a couple of acres outside the house.I watched as many men fought for the rights that they believed in,and many lost their lives.At one point,I ran out of food,so I went to one of my Daughters of Liberty friends,and we tried to make a living together.Her house was pretty far from the war,but it was on British property.So I knew attacks were going on,but it was a safer place to be.I was surprised when many hurt soldiers sat on our porch and we used our sewing skills to make cotton cloth to put on their wounds.There were way more British soldiers than any other,and I smell gun powder.Soon I hear shots fire.The war has gotten so big.Many are losing their lives,but many are joining.I am so busy taking care of soldiers that I barely think about my safety.I soon here many soldiers yelling,and less screaming.Hopefully,you know what that means.Mom!!!The war is OVER!!!After my brother and my husband found out that they claimed independence from the British,they ran straight home and hugged me(It took them a while to find me,since my house was pretty much demolished and many other houses were,too.)My brother had been wounded,and he needed care right away.I helped him and when he told me that they won,I was just astounded.But at the same time,how will we repair the yard?What about the house?I have many building skills,working for the Daughters of Liberty for so long,but at the same time,I am very weak.I think that I will just put together house-hold items for everyday use.I will leave the men to recover,then they can help me build the actual houses.I also help out many people,since more are less fortunate.We all take the wounded soldiers to a shelter and many women help out.For the men who didn't fight,they honored all the men who lost their lives by arranging memorials with their widowed wives and their friends and family.I just get straight to work making blankets,bandages,and many other things for the soldiers.I also make food.I can not eat this food,since it was donated.I can't help but think about all the land from the French and Indian War.I think about when they name the land.When people fight over the land.If the British will ever come back.If we will make peace with the British.I hopefully will make money for the materials that I make,and will buy land.The land must have good soil and grass,since our plantation was burned and will never be the same.About 85% of the food that we ate was from our crops.The crops make a simple dinner (and did I mention it is free) and not to mention,is very healthy.When we rebuild our house,my brother will live with me and my husband.I will still try to raise money by selling house hold items (it will be free,but after everything is steady for everyone,you will have to pay) and other things,too.I soon take a look around town (Many soldiers are sleeping,and they say I can't stay,because other soldiers need room).Many things are burned,and I see people on the streets crying and honoring loved ones.I offer them anything I see they need.They say no,even though I know they are trying to be polite and they really need it.I wonder what they are thinking,and if they are aware that there are dead people right beside them.I chuckle at that thought.I just then notice all the construction that is soon going to happen.We will all have to do this by hand,and it will be very long.Until then,I will just have to raise money by selling things,like I already said,to use for materials.I am now really tired,but I have to take care of many hurt soldiers.Many are even burned.I will be writing again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Lots Of Love,&lt;br /&gt;                                          Alexis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-3318429315403803924?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/3318429315403803924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-back-from-waryay-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/3318429315403803924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/3318429315403803924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-back-from-waryay-part-1.html' title='COMING BACK FROM THE WAR!!!YAY!!!! (PART 1)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-6859747391184964930</id><published>2009-12-02T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:53:35.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off To War!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Dear Mom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;To you,my dearest personal thoughts,and just what's going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I hear arguing outside.It was getting really violent.Fights broke out in the street.Many mean laws and problems called acts were passed,and many people couldn't take it any more.In about 3 days,my brother and husband are going to fight in the American Revolution.I am praying all the time that they will be okay,and hopefully they will.It is now night time.I go to sleep,wake up and wonder:2 more days.WOW.I will miss them dearly,and I am going to have a talk with them about the risk that they are taking.Yesterday,they said that it was a risk they were going to have to take,and they want to fight for what they believe in and be grateful for what they have.I might want to give you a little-lot of background info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;       What led up to the American Revolution?How did it end up like this?I ask myself this every day,but I really know the  answer.The British parliament and the colonies' didn't like each other very much.The colonies' parliament didn't have much of a say in what went on.They were also on a very short leash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;The Sugar Act of 1764 put tax on things like sugar,molasses,and other things that many people needed in order to survive.Many people protested,like my local friend James Otis.He is a Massachusetts lawyer,and his words are popularly spread throughout the colonies.His words were,"Taxation without representation it tyranny."Meaning,even though the parliament had no representation or say in what went on,they still gave them taxes.The parliament didn't listen and they just kept adding more and more taxes.In my opinion,it's okay to have taxes,the British just went overboard and wouldn't give them a chance to say what they thought about it.  The colonies' parliament wanted to stop taxes,because the British just went overboard.Nobody could afford the taxes,but the British parliament didn't listen.They just kept adding on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;In the Townsend Acts,they taxed imported goods and allowed soldiers to search houses to search for smuggled goods.Since many people protested the Sugar Act,they would get things from other places,and trade things among each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Another reason for the war is the Stamp Act of 1765.The British put taxes on any legal documents like newspapers.Colonists protested bitterly,and stopped buying them.They then had to have a Stamp Act Congress to decide what to do.After the meeting,Samuel Adams and the Sons of Liberty burned anything stamped.The taxes went up,and they put taxes on more and more things.Here's where I come in.I belong to a group of women called The Daughters of Liberty.We made goods that other people boycotted and didn't want to buy.They hated to buy things that had taxes on them.They found it a waste of money.After more fighting and name calling broke out on the street,there was a British soldier outside of a building.A crowd formed around him,and I went over there to see what was going on.This was the beginning of the Boston Massacre in 1770.The then small crowd threw rocks and stones.The crowd got bigger,and they called more soldiers over there.Many people called them Lobster back,since they had red coats.The head Sargent told  them not to fire,but one did.The crowd responded bitterly,and the soldiers got scared,so they fired and killed many people in the crowd.I got scared from hearing the shots.I ran as fast as I could and got home for protection.As soon as I smelled gun powder,I felt that I was in danger.I stayed home and locked myself in.I knew that there was going to end up being a war.I just knew it.I often heard shots fire,and I kept to myself.I payed taxes,because I wanted to play it safe.I continued to work in the Daughters of Liberty,helping other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Just when I thought everything was at a steady pace (still fighting,but nothing increased),They put tax on tea to pay for the British debt.This was the Tea Act of 1773.Many people thought that was the worst.Many people drank tea every day.It was their escape to luxury.I just loved the smell of tea myself,and it helped me relax after a long day at work.But enough about me,when they really opposed,they fought back with the Boston Tea Party.It was when men dressed as Indians threw cargoes of tea overboard a ship,and into the Boston harbor.Over the next 2 years,everything was steady at pace.Still fights,but nothing real big.Things started getting worse.The British knew they couldn't back down,so they made more laws.The Intolerable Acts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;The Intolerable Acts,also called Coercive Acts: A series of laws passed by the British to punish us for not paying taxes.That is the last straw.I'm so fed up because hey just can't treat us like their own.The colonists got real mad,and boycotted....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;.They decided how to settle it-the way most people did:WAR!!!At that thought,I noticed it would put me in danger.They recruited just about anyone-including my husband and my brother.My only 2 dearest things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I am now cooking dinner.I have enough food to get by,but I will need more matches for cooking.I go down to the local market and I see many people arguing to the sales clerk.They are arguing about how much tax is going up.I just decide to borrow some matches from the neighbor.I make shrimp,since I got some from my husband's job (he's trying to get a little extra money for me during the war).He fishes for seafood in the Boston harbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;         After we eat,I go straight to bed.I need rest for tomorrow,the last day that I might ever see my brother and husband.I can barely sleep.Different thoughts cross my mind about how I will say my final goodbyes.I can't think about that right now.I must keep my thoughts positive.I decide to just go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;         April 19,1775&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;         The next day,I wake up.It is now the last day I will see him.I wake up and I am still nestled in my husband's arms.I wonder how I will spend my final 12 hours with him.My brother comes over for the last day that I will see him.It will be hard,because they have to pack their things.They set their things in a secret space,near the war zone.He puts on his uniform and says goodbye.Why is he leaving early?I ask him,and I am shocked by the answer."The sooner I got there,the sooner I can fight.The sooner I fight,the earlier I finish and then I can come back.My brother agrees,and I tell him goodbye,too.I am now writing this letter to you,and I miss you a lot.I wish you were here because now I have nothing to do and nobody here with me.I miss you much and I love you mom.After the war (no telling when that is),I hope they are alive.I wish it were me that would have to go and fight.I just heard the first shots fired.It is very dangerous here.I will write you back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;AS SOON AS I CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;                                    Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;                                         Alexis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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War!!!'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-5352337801144907716</id><published>2009-11-05T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:10:24.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voyage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/Svr72CKSjlI/AAAAAAAAACU/a9rSLmyuzLc/s1600-h/Slavery-300x232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/Svr72CKSjlI/AAAAAAAAACU/a9rSLmyuzLc/s200/Slavery-300x232.jpg" alt="" 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402906990496343298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1709&lt;br /&gt;My journey through the Worst:&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;Just another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in the village of Congo was normal.The rice smelled delicious,you could just see how much fun everyone was having.We were all family to one another,except for the rival tribe.Until one day,we were intruded by the European slave traders.They saw how we had many servants,usually prisoners or criminals,who did bad things.I have seen Arab traders,but never European.They called the prisoners "slaves".The thing is,they lived like any other person in the village.But that would soon change in North America.The European traders started sugar and tobacco plantations,and they wanted us to work the fields.They offered rum,tobacco,cloth,and other stuff in exchange for the slaves.The traders then offered guns to people,and everyone got scared.The king of Congo made war against neighbors and and sold people he captured to the slave traders.I was kidnapped while my parents were farming.I was terrified.My own people took me on a canoe.I was with about 7 other captured,confused faces.I knew they were as startled as me,but I knew I must have been more brave,because I kept calm.They took me really far,and the men that were rowing were of my own tribe.They went on as if they didn't even care.But the truth was,I could tell they must have been worried too,since I saw their legs shaking like a chihuahua.I was chained up in the rusty cuffs,connected to those others who were captured.They took me to a place where they traded us for the same things I saw them trading for the other slaves.I knew this would ed badly.They finally let us sleep,still chained together.I was restless.I couldn't stand it.I knew that we were going on something called a Middle Passage.I had about 6 hours of sleep,and I then figured out what a Middle Passage was.&lt;br /&gt;Day 7:&lt;br /&gt;The Middle Passage....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was put in chains and had to walk hundreds of miles to the coast.The soles of my feet had so many blisters,they looked like bubble wrap.I watched as many people died off,like dinosaurs.I was one of the survivors,even though I was only 11.I was marked with branding irons,and was loaded onto a ship.It generally looked big,but with that many slaves,It was tiny.It took 5-12 weeks,and the trip was a bloody horror.I couldn't exercise,I was chained with this boy I really liked.Doesn't sound so bad,right?Well,I didn't think so.He died after he stopped breathing purposely.My only chance to escape was when they threw him overboard.I decided not to,since I witnessed many others try to,and they got caught.I couldn't sit or stand on the deck.I got more sores from lying on the rough floor boards.The boat was really overcrowded.There was not any room to sit nor stand.The only thing we could do was lay.Every now-and-then somebody tried to kill themselves.Further into the journey,there was more room,with all the slaves who died and went overboard.It still stunk,like dead farm animals.It stank so bad,my eyes would water,like when you chop onions..I closed my eyes,went to sleep,and I tried to obey everything the men told me to do.They knew they had to keep us alive,because if they lost us,they had to pay for it.We sailed overnight,and I got at least 12 hours of sleep.A couple of hours after I woke up, we hit land.&lt;br /&gt;Day 11:&lt;br /&gt;In North America....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in chains,I was taken to a place called a "scramble".I went on to a stage,and a man called out numbers,and another one held on to my wrist.After the man holding onto me gave the other man some money,he unchained me and told me my name was going to be Alexis.I really liked that name.He took me to a little cabin,where he said I will be living.I walked in,and he threw me down on a sack full of hay.&lt;br /&gt;"This is your bed," he told me.I was confused,because there were about 5 other strangers there.By the way they were dressed,I could tell that they were sold at a scramble,too.I got very little to eat,and had a rough time sleeping.I woke up at early sunrise,and had to go to work in a cotton field.Many people "played dumb",but I just did as I was told.One man tried to escape,but an overseer caught him and whipped him.I noticed a mark on me,and my 'roommate' had the same one.It must have been from as soon as I got on land,somebody took a branding iron and stamped it on me.It felt very bumpy,and swollen.It was turning the color of a plum.Every day from then on was the same-2 meals a day,little sleep,and work all day long.I guess in North America,I didn't really have a family like back in West Africa.Anyway,I have to get back to the cotton field,I am done eating.I kept on sneezing from all the pollen and cotton.I see any slaves try to escape,but they get whipped,or even killed.My burn still hurts.I take cotton,ball it together,and take tree sap,and use it to paste around the edges of the cotton to my skin so it will heel.I also broke the stem of an aloe plant and put the sticky,gel-like substance on my skin before I put the cotton on.I hear talk that it helps you heel faster.I had to go to another scramble,and got sold to another women.I was happier,because she treated me better.I am now sound asleep in my cabin,but I hear the moans of slaves getting whipped.Even though my life is very rough,I am still lucky to be one of the survivors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.teachertube.com/embed/player.swf" width="470" height="275" bgcolor="undefined" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-5352337801144907716?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/5352337801144907716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2009/11/voyage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/5352337801144907716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/5352337801144907716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2009/11/voyage.html' title='The Voyage'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/Svr72CKSjlI/AAAAAAAAACU/a9rSLmyuzLc/s72-c/Slavery-300x232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-5529348789442672737</id><published>2009-10-30T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:49:03.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DreamMakers vs. DreamBreakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hi,my name is Alexis and I am a Dream Maker. What is the difference between a Dream Maker and a Dream Breaker? Character! When you are a champion,when you do the things you are suppose to do,when you are positive,hang around positive people,and choose your actions wisely. For example: My dream is to be a veterinarian because a lot of sick animals are dying because of their owners mistreating them. When those owners end up killing those animals,they are Dream Breakers. They are breaking MY dream of all animals being free,just like us. I heard you talking about how to be a champion. I am one of the people in my class who is a champion. In fact,I was one of the first. I think what you were saying really inspired me to be a better person,and even when those Dream Breakers make me sad,I will be the bigger person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,walk away,and calm myself,because,as you said,it takes too much energy to become angry (Or something you said that was pretty close to that). I will then show off and lead as an example and promise myself,I WILL BE THE BEST I CAN BE!!! My experiences with Dream Breakers has helped me to do that,and be my very best. Like when I was in second grade. This new girl came into our class one day,and she was smiling like the sun. She was really pretty,and she seemed like a very happy person,which I like (You wouldn't like to be hanging around a person that brings yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;u down!) . She apparently didn't have any friends,because she was quiet. All those nice things I said about her,they were COMPLETELY wrong labels. When I introduced myself to her,she replied,"I don't care!" At first,I thought that she just might be mad,because it was her first day,and she didn't have any friends. After she went out of her comfort zone,she must have been jealous of me and my best friend,Giselle,because she caused a whole bunch of fights between us. Giselle and I were almost complete enemies. Until one day,that new girl told Giselle a bunch of lies,and me and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Giselle started to fight. I punched her in her stomach,and she cried. It felt so wrong,knowing I was her best friend one second,and her enemy the next. I ran to her side,pleading my case. I couldn't make up any excuses any more. I owned up to my HORRIBLE mistake and she forgave me right away. That new girl got so mad,she started to tell more lies. She cussed,and the lies got so bad,she made one up (I cant really tell because I might get in trouble for something,and she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;told me not to tell,and I promised and I will just being dishonest to myself), and when her and Giselle were fighting,she told me the truth. After she and Giselle made up,I felt that the new girl would be cheating their friendship,because she constantly lied to her about that same lie. I had to tell Giselle the truth,so I did. At first she didn't believ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e me,so she sat me and the new girl down(kind of like court)and we pleaded our case. The new girl lied er way out of it,and that added to the long list of things. I had a lot of proof of how bad she was,so I talked to Giselle privately.Giselle saw through her (like she was bathing in Windex) and the new girl got so mad,she started telling me all these Yo Mama jokes,and they wer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; PRETTY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cheesy. I just told the teacher,and she understood. She removed the new girl from my class,and she went home to tell her mom,and her mom made a big deal about it,and made her move to a different school. I guess when I actually listen to people that come to our school,like you,It has a bunch of affect on my life. Do you know what I kept saying in my mind the whole time you talked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Preach on,man,preach on!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-5529348789442672737?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/5529348789442672737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreammakers-vs-dreambreakers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/5529348789442672737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/5529348789442672737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreammakers-vs-dreambreakers.html' title='DreamMakers vs. DreamBreakers'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-5578432772429482</id><published>2009-10-29T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:06:24.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Shockwave(Astro Boy assignment)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/Sud46Wi8oUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hmApQcgirdw/s1600-h/BurpingBABBBYYY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397415622306734402" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 233px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/Sud46Wi8oUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hmApQcgirdw/s320/BurpingBABBBYYY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in Mr.Smith's class,they were doing math.They next thing you know,something smelt funky!!&lt;br /&gt;"EWW!Did someone fart?" Somebody asked.They all went outside for the fire-drill-thingy-routine and they all fainted because it stank so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"HAHAHAAA!!!Now I have no witnesses,I can take all the world's soda and burp until global warming takes over and the whole world will soon drown since all the ice in the world will melt from all this hot baby breath!!Nobody's even here to stop me!!MWA-HA-HA!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty soon,a big bult of lightening appeared out of nowhere.A super-human-like figure appeared out of that bright,little light,with two little super-puff-thingys on each of her sides.She yelled about as loud as her lungs could take her, these words:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Prepare to get zapped!I am Shockwave,a decendant of the one and only,AstroBoy!This little daring man over here is Thomas,and this is LuLu.Prepare to get destroyed!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thomas and LuLu had very cocky looks on their faces,nodding at every word she was saying (Or they were watching a yo-yo go up and down).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I have fingers that release lasors that can cut through anything,a finger with all the static electricity in my body,I have super-powered jets,and when I am mad enough,I can do this:"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/SuTwtaSxTCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XoyYpUDHeY0/s1600-h/Shockwave%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396702916439526434" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 233px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/SuTwtaSxTCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XoyYpUDHeY0/s320/Shockwave%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She then jumped as high as high can be,spun around,and came sown(still spinning).As soon as she hit the ground with one finger(which had static electricity in it),it made a &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; difference in the atmosphere.You could just feel it.The ground shook as if God was jumproping on it.Then,the baby's hair(The somewhat of it)stuck straight up,and it shocked him so bad,he started crying and banging on the ground...like..like....A LITTLE BABY!!!He then used his baby-like reflecses to try to throw up all over her.Key words:TRY TO.He tried as much as his huge body could,but he just made a collection of puddles,like after Hurricane Katrina.Shockwave just then used her lasors to carve around the puddles and dropped them on top of the Burping Baby.Having surrendered,Shockwave then put a giant paccefier in his mouth to get him to shut his mouth.After that,she used her jets in her feet to fly to Antarctica and drop them him the water.Thomas and LuLu both ran around the world and made a very cold breeze.So cold,it refroze the ice all over the world,trapping the baby inside the water.It still stunk everywhere,so they had to get all the air-freshener from Wal-Marts all over the world and sprayed can after can of the waterfall-flavored kind,to make it smell natural.You might have figured out by now that everybody woke up and witnessed the whole fight with Shockwave and the Burping Baby.Only few actually saw what happened and you probably don't believe them when they tell you the story.Like now.And the reason why you haven't seen anybody named Shockwave,or the 2 sidekicks of her is because she is still nagotiating with God about all the debt she has with Wal-Marts all over the country.Wal-Marts are missing a lot of air fresheners in their inventory,so they have to buy new stuff with money they don't have.No wonder prices on air freshener is rising.Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-5578432772429482?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/Sud46Wi8oUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hmApQcgirdw/s72-c/BurpingBABBBYYY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-6361494937129565724</id><published>2009-10-15T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:56:54.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BIRTHDAY!!!HAHAHA!!!(Not an assignment)</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday and Mr.Smith wasn't there,but Mr.Pineda was cool and everyone sang happy birthday to me while Pamela and Emaleigh danced.I got through my whole work checklist,and my mom and dad ate lunch with me.I got Taco Bell!!!For my birthday,I am going to see that new Michael Jackson movie,go to Subway,and invite my friends Emaleigh,Yasmin,Pamela,Selena,Hayden,and Giselle to my house for a sleepover.It will be SOOO fun!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-6361494937129565724?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/6361494937129565724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-birthdayhahahanot-assignment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/6361494937129565724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/6361494937129565724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-birthdayhahahanot-assignment.html' title='MY BIRTHDAY!!!HAHAHA!!!(Not an assignment)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-4729189475918429633</id><published>2009-10-14T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:56:49.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tearing Off My Labels Song</title><content type='html'>Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Start tearing off your labels don't live up to the bad,&lt;br /&gt;Because other people are just trying to make you sad.&lt;br /&gt;You say just because I wear glasses,I'm a geek,&lt;br /&gt;But they're just something that makes me,me!&lt;br /&gt;            (Verse 1)&lt;br /&gt;When someone puts a negative label on you,&lt;br /&gt;They're trying to make you mad,when they know it isn't true.&lt;br /&gt;It makes you mad,but you walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to let them make you sad...NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm dumb,Oh Please!&lt;br /&gt;But I really shine like a star,can you see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           (Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          (Verse 2)&lt;br /&gt;Live up to the good,not the bad.&lt;br /&gt;Because if you do that,you will be glad.&lt;br /&gt;What other people say,it doesn't matter,&lt;br /&gt;Don't fight back,&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough to be good if you can be better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-4729189475918429633?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/4729189475918429633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2009/10/tearing-off-my-labels-song.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/4729189475918429633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/4729189475918429633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2009/10/tearing-off-my-labels-song.html' title='Tearing Off My Labels Song'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-1861354134306846164</id><published>2009-10-11T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:09:47.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What will I do for my birthday?</title><content type='html'>My birthday is on this Thursday and I don't know what I will do for it.I want to invite 5 people,because I can't have a big one this year like I did last year.Maybe I'll go to Studio Movie Grill in Dallas.It is a restraunt where you get to eat there and watch a movie.I went there once to watch The Tale of Despereaux.It was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-1861354134306846164?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-1384693514327619505</id><published>2009-10-08T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:25:04.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tearing Off Labels: Assignment #1</title><content type='html'>Don't you HATE it when somebody puts a label on you that you are nothing like?Well,a lot of people do that to me.Some people think I'm just a quiet girl that is lazy and is dull and has no personality.Well,I'm not like that.I think the reason while they think that is because I'm obediant and I am,but I also know how to loosen up and have a good time.I don't do that to people that I don't trust and that aren't my friends.But the truth is,I just don't like to trust people because they can go and tell my business to everybody.That's I don't have a lot of friends,but I do have a lot from my old school,because that is where I grew up.That is the down side to having labels.But,a whole bunch of people like me because I don't interupt them and I actually listen to what they have to say.It's really hard to explain myself because I'm not the one dealing with myself.If somebody wanted to know what I was like,they should just ask somebody that I hang around with INSIDE AND OUTSIDE SCHOOL.I love that I have an accepting personality,but I'm not afraid to stand up for what I think is right.I'm also funny,because I grow up around a lot of funny people.I also don't like fighting with someone,but I'll do it if it is a life-or-deat situation.NOT AT SCHOOL.Some people think that I'm weird and ugly,but &lt;strong&gt;I don't care.&lt;/strong&gt;If they don't know me and if they don't like me,why in the world would they make up things about me?I think I was given those labels because I don't like to be around people that I don't know.I get mad easily,but I'm the suffer-in-silence type.I don't like to bring other people down with my mysery.The last thing I want to do is live up to those labels.Doing what I think is right just makes me,me!Like when people don't like me JUST because I don't go to church.SO what!If they judge everybody by their cover,where would that get them in life?I still believe in God and Jesus,I just don't know about Easter or Christmas or anything.I pray more than people that go to church do,and I have a calender that has a different prayer every day,and I do it!With my posotive labels,I will be rich and go to Africa and take all the homeless people out of it.I feel so sorry for them,nobody should be living that way.What would happen when we all live up to our negative labels?We would end up homeless.Like those people in Africa,accept that they might not have lived up to those negative labels.So if you feel like you need some posotie reinforcement,just look in the mirror,list everything good about yourself and remember what makes you,you.&lt;div 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#1'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-6151723483761940432</id><published>2009-10-07T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:06:02.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did on my extra day off.....YAAWN!!!</title><content type='html'>I saw about &lt;strong&gt;200 magnificent&lt;/strong&gt; gifts &lt;strong&gt;perfectly&lt;/strong&gt; wrapped in the &lt;strong&gt;dark&lt;/strong&gt; corner,just practically waiting for me to join the party.&lt;br /&gt;           "&lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt; birthday to you!" &lt;strong&gt;All&lt;/strong&gt; these voices sang to me.I didn't recognize anybody.I didn't really care(&lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt; dreams bring out the &lt;strong&gt;worst&lt;/strong&gt; state of mind in me).I kept repeating about &lt;strong&gt;1,000&lt;/strong&gt; times in the back of my mind,"presents, here I come!!!"&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew,It felt like sandpaper was sliding across my face,leaving a trail of &lt;strong&gt;warm,wet slobber&lt;/strong&gt;,like a snail does..except..it...doesn't slobber.I &lt;strong&gt;sadly&lt;/strong&gt; woke up.The image was disturbing.My &lt;strong&gt;dumb&lt;/strong&gt; dog was &lt;strong&gt;basically&lt;/strong&gt; devouring my face.I knew it was too &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; to be true.There goes my day.&lt;br /&gt;             When I went to my "&lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;" bathroom,I needed to clean out my frog's tank.Yeah,that's right!!!I still have my African Dwarf Frog from that fourth-grade science experiment.I just HAD to be cursed with the gift of &lt;strong&gt;wonderful&lt;/strong&gt;-taking-care-of-stuff-&lt;strong&gt;goodly&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; wish I could say the same thing about my desk at school.SOOO...I brushed my &lt;strong&gt;delicious&lt;/strong&gt;-smelling morning breath (AAAH!!).Oh yeah,and my teeth,too.&lt;br /&gt;            Next,I went downstairs to see what I could get for breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like cooking&lt;br /&gt;No time for cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picky&lt;/strong&gt; mood&lt;br /&gt;HAVE TO HAVE SUGAR!!! phase&lt;br /&gt;            I went upstairs to tell my mom.She told me that my dad had already been at the donut shop.YEEESSSS!!!The donuts that we usually get are &lt;strong&gt;actually&lt;/strong&gt; very &lt;strong&gt;unhealthy&lt;/strong&gt;.But HEY,you got to indulge in 2 0r 3(if youre feeling &lt;strong&gt;lucky&lt;/strong&gt;)donuts evry now-and-then.The ones I am talking about I like to call the half-and-half.Some places don't have them so you'll have to &lt;strong&gt;special&lt;/strong&gt; order them.The top are &lt;strong&gt;Sweet&lt;/strong&gt; and glazed and the Bottom are chocolate and &lt;strong&gt;flavorful&lt;/strong&gt;(I like to turn mine &lt;strong&gt;upside-down&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;           After he got back from the &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;hungry&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;sufferful,agonizing &lt;/strong&gt;journey,everyone ate 2 donuts,and that really filled me up.When I was done it was time for my daily "workout."My sister and I turned on the radio and started jammin.We sang (&lt;strong&gt;OK&lt;/strong&gt;),we danced(&lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;),and &lt;strong&gt;occasionally&lt;/strong&gt;,we spit about &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;  freestyle verses.When we were all done,I thought I'd drink an &lt;strong&gt;ice-cold&lt;/strong&gt; glass of water so I can get a head-start on not getting sore.I decided to go into my mom's &lt;strong&gt;HUMUNGOUS&lt;/strong&gt; room so I can watch recording of South Park on her DVR.OK,I know that show might be a &lt;strong&gt;little&lt;/strong&gt; on the PG-13 side,but Stan,Kyle,Butters,Eric,Token,Clyde,Craig,and Kenny remind me of my friends.At that very time,it was &lt;strong&gt;special&lt;/strong&gt;...LUNCH TIME!!!This might sound &lt;strong&gt;wierd,&lt;/strong&gt;but I ate Pop-Tarts for lunch.Hey it's &lt;strong&gt;healthy,cheap&lt;/strong&gt;,and fiils you up.Like every food should!When I was finished eating,I was bored so I started to text my friend from my class.The &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; cell phone battery died,so I used my mom's cell phone.After that,I went into the Media room to watvh my &lt;strong&gt;favorite&lt;/strong&gt; movie..I think.It's called Juno.Whenever the movie was all over,I called my friend.We talked about her last birthday party &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; months ago,and I have the right to say,It was a &lt;strong&gt;pretty quick&lt;/strong&gt; talk.It got me thinking:What do I want to do for my birthday?It sure is coming up &lt;strong&gt;quick&lt;/strong&gt;!My birthday is on October&lt;strong&gt; 15&lt;/strong&gt;,and I need to think about where I want to have it at,and who I want to invite.I will invite &lt;strong&gt;6 &lt;/strong&gt;of my BFFs and go to the movies or something.I can't have it at anywhere &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;fancy&lt;/strong&gt;,because I had a (about) $&lt;strong&gt;500&lt;/strong&gt; birthday party last year at &lt;strong&gt;Incredible&lt;/strong&gt; Pizza and Invited around &lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt; people.When I got through chillin' for about &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; hour and a half(chillin means to lay down,listen to music and think),It was 5:00.I helped my mom cook pancakes and bacon as we both watched 106 and Park on BET(music videos).It was &lt;strong&gt;actually&lt;/strong&gt; very &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;.Who knew I could cook?!Finally,I came upstairs and started typing this blog about my whole &lt;strong&gt;magnificant&lt;/strong&gt; day.I sure am living the &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; life!!!To round up my day,I watched a &lt;strong&gt;scary&lt;/strong&gt; movie and went &lt;strong&gt;STRAIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; to bed(not a very &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; idea).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-6151723483761940432?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/6151723483761940432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-did-on-my-extra-day-offyaawn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/6151723483761940432'/><link 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You know how to be respectful without overdoing it. You are like butter on the toast,a little goes a long way. In order to be a successful student,you need to be obedient.Solve all promblems your teacher tells you, but in a peaceful manner, like not moaning or groaning when you are told to do something.That's the respectful way to do things.You also need to be honest when answering or asking a question to somebody,so it shows how trustworthy you are.When you are not honest,that isn't very thoughtful.The question you may be asking is,how will these help me get to college?Well,when it is your ultimate goal to go to college, you want to do it in the best manner you can.What,you think being mean will get you through college?Make sure you keep a good sense of humor,you know,like I do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-996209825890344439?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-7535291282714705787</id><published>2009-09-25T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:24:38.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are plants and algae important in an aquarium?</title><content type='html'>The importance of plant and algae vary.When you first put in all these plants,you think it is JUST for decoration.But it is very important!The fish and snails are familiar with these types of plants.They eat the plants and gain their energy from it.The plants also give off useful oxygen.Without the oxygen,The fish would pretty much be dead.Another good purpose for the plants is one of the most important.The elodea and some other plants hold on to the dirt,so they pretty much filter the water,so when the fish and snails the plants,they are eating the gunk and dirt.It all gets put together when you really find the purpose of the plants in an aquarium.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823578457333342298-7535291282714705787?l=smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/feeds/7535291282714705787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-are-plants-and-algae-important-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/7535291282714705787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823578457333342298/posts/default/7535291282714705787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittiekidsrock002.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-are-plants-and-algae-important-in.html' title='Why are plants and algae important in an aquarium?'/><author><name>Alexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16159527940252744627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDsiX-AFkH4/S5mMPKCyAxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3sw1uzxVwz4/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823578457333342298.post-1850467241442708844</id><published>2009-09-17T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:32:11.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecosystems-How we depend on eachother</title><content type='html'>Hello!!!!As you know,this is my first blog and I'm going to spend it babbling about my ecosystem and all the little critters inside it.When we first started the experiment,I thought we'd have to bring our own jars and do it the old-fashioned way by scooping dirt into the jars and gathering bugs from outside.I was WAAAAY off when I thought that.We got 2-liter bottles and cut the tops and bottoms off and stuck them together.The bottom was an aquarium with algae,elodea,duckweed,our 2 snails,Bonnie and Clyde,gravel,water,and our 2 fish,Small Fry and BigMac.The top was a terrarium with our 2 crickets,2 rolley-pollies,soil,dirt,mustard seeds (That's right,mustard comes from a plant!),grass seeds,alfalfa seeds,and grass,leaf,and twig matter.I'm most excited to see if BigMac (Girl fish)will have babies.I think that when ecosystems say that we depend on eachother,they really mean it!Lets say that there is a lion,a monkey,a gazelle,grass,and bugs.If the lions didn't eat the gazelles and the monkeys,there would be more of them and they would eat all the bugs,so the grass wouldn't be so healthy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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