<?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-8092577304675419528</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:08:00.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09/04/2007</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-4123417537153724974</id><published>2008-05-28T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T07:11:55.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05/28/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;LETS BEGIN to commence, i have enjoyed this class as a whole. the teaching technique in this classroom has been overwhelming. the professor in this class has taken time to assure that all students understand the concept of the lectures. the professor has a strange but unique way of trying to grasp the pupils attention, for example the way the teacher hollers and shouts for everyone to have there undivided attention given to him. i am leaving this class with a  meaningful and important information based on communism and capitalism. i have read some swell excerpts and novels. i enjoyed learning about the Mississippi river and reading about the adventures of huckleberry Finn. this was a good meaningful novel.This has been a quiet peculiar experience in this 3rd period. i had fun in this class getting to know my classmates and my morose professor. O .k now to explain the effect the teacher with his undefined attention has scarred me . the hollering that was held in this classroom has caused damage to my poor little heart. lol. j/k. overall i enjoyed the class and teacher he is different from other teachers he tends to show his personality and makes the students feel welcome, making the feel comfortable. SO BRING IT BRING BACK SON. 1. HOLLA AT YOUR GIRL. LOL. AU REVOIR , BON PROFESSOR(FRENCH).= BYE GOOD TEACHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;                                                   SICERELY, SUZANE RIVERA .A.K.A.JUANITA. YOU DAMN PUERTO RICAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-4123417537153724974?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/4123417537153724974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=4123417537153724974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/4123417537153724974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/4123417537153724974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2008/05/05282008.html' title='05/28/2008'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-4982178564378287928</id><published>2008-05-27T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T06:58:44.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05/27/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;TITLE:String of Shootings in New York City Leave 8 Wounded&lt;br /&gt;WHO:eight people, including half a dozen teenagers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;WHAT:A string of shootings in a New York City neighborhood sent eight people, including half a dozen teenagers, to nearby hospitals with gunshot wounds.The six teens were found near Harlem's Marcus Garvey Park, where a crowd had gathered. It was not immediately clear whether they were wounded at the park or as they fled when gunfire erupted about 10:15 p.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;WHERE:NEW YORK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;WHEN:05/27/2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;WHY:A gunman shot several people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-4982178564378287928?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-6115048031289975919</id><published>2008-05-23T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T06:47:09.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5/23/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;TITLE:Rising Gas Prices Forcing Some Cops Out of Cars, Onto Feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHO:POLICE OFFICERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHAT:With gasoline climbing toward $4 a gallon, police officers around the country are losing the right to take their patrol cars home and are being forced to double up in cruisers and walk the beat more.The gas crunch could also put an end to the time-honored way cops leave their engines running when they get out to investigate something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHERE:NEWBERRY, S.C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHEN:Friday, May 23, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHY:Rising Gas Prices .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-6115048031289975919?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/6115048031289975919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-8149864317850941944</id><published>2008-05-21T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:03:41.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05/22/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;TITLE:Oil Surges Above $130 a Barrel on Supply Concerns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;WHO:Oil prices .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;WHAT:Oil prices rose above $130 a barrel for the first time Wednesday in Asia as supply concerns mounted and the dollar weakened.In Tokyo's currency market, the dollar was trading at 103.25 yen, down from the 104-105 range last week. And the euro has started to climb again against the dollar, rising above $1.5750 in Asian trading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;WHERE:ASIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;WHEN:Wednesday, May 21, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;WHY:major Chinese petrochemical companies are really struggling to keep up with demand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-8149864317850941944?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/8149864317850941944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=8149864317850941944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/8149864317850941944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/8149864317850941944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2008/05/05222008.html' title='05/22/2008'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-6306113095670267967</id><published>2008-05-20T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T07:05:24.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05/20/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;TITLE:Opening Arguments to Begin in R. Kelly's Child Porn Trial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHO:R. Kelly .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHAT:If prosecutors can prove a videotape features R. Kelly and an underage girl, the R&amp;amp;B superstar's child pornography trial could end with him receiving a lengthy prison sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHERE:CHICAGO , ILLINOIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHEN:Tuesday, May 20, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHY:Kelly, 41, denies he's the man on the tape. The 23-year-old woman prosecutors say was a minor at the time of the taping denies she's the girl on the tape. Therefore they can not beable to prove the people that were on the tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-6306113095670267967?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/6306113095670267967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=6306113095670267967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/6306113095670267967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/6306113095670267967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2008/05/05202008.html' title='05/20/2008'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-8660886231189331761</id><published>2008-05-19T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T06:53:50.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5/19/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TITLE:obama to tennessee gop:my wife is off limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHO:Barack Obama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT: Democrat Barack Obama has a message for Tennessee’s Republican Party: “Lay off my wife.” Obama and his wife Michelle were asked in an interview aired Monday on ABC’s “Good Morning America” about an online video last week by the state’s GOP taking her to task for a comment some considered unpatriotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHERE:WASHINGTON .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHEN:Monday, May 19, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;WHY: OBAMA says that “If they think that they’re going to try to make Michelle an issue in this campaign, they should be careful because that I find unacceptable, the notion that you start attacking my wife or my family.”&lt;br /&gt;He called the strategy “low class.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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title='5/19/2008'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-5184196375804010018</id><published>2008-05-14T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T06:56:54.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05/14/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;TITLE:Unusual Tumor Caused Girl, 4, to Start Menstruating at 14 Months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;WHO:Grace Webster .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;WHAT:A once-suffering little girl is learning to enjoy life now that a bizarre tumor that caused her to begin menstruating at the age of 14 months has been removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;WHERE:Phoenix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;WHEN:Tuesday, May 13, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;WHY:Grace Webster suffered until the age of 3 with a hypothalamic hamartoma or H.H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-5184196375804010018?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/5184196375804010018/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-6239136491650245723</id><published>2008-05-13T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T06:53:00.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5/13/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;TITLE:Man and Woman Indicted for Training Woman's Child to Be Dominatrix, Selling Her for Other Sex Acts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHO:Todd B. Barkau and 44-year-old mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHAT:The indictment accused Barkau of training the girl, starting in 2000, and forcing her to engage in sex acts with him and with other men while he watched. According to the indictment, Barkau also had the girl watch pornography on the Internet to teach technique and skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHERE: NEW YORK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHEN:Tuesday, May 13, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHY;The court filings allege that Barkau obtained control of a 12-year-old girl and he groomed, trained and forced her to become a sexual dominatrix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-6239136491650245723?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-1768664921866010317</id><published>2008-05-12T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T06:49:12.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05/12/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;TITLE:Report: Girls Gang Blows Up Houses With Homemade Bomb Over Boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;WHO:A gang of London teenage girls .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;WHAT:A gang of London teenage girls is suspected of destroying three houses and killing a man with a homemade liquid bomb during an argument over a boy.According to the U.K.'s Daily Mail, witnesses say a purple, smelly liquid was poured into a mailbox of one of the homes, which set off a massive explosion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;WHERE:LONDON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;WHEN:Sunday, May 11, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;WHY: ARTICLE DOES NOT SAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-1768664921866010317?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/1768664921866010317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=1768664921866010317' 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style="color:#009900;"&gt;TITLE:Florida Substitute Teacher Fired, Accused of Wizardry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WHO:Jim Piculas .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WHAT:Jim Piculas said he made a toothpick disappear and reappear in front of students at the Rushe Middle School in Land 'O Lakes, Fla., Local6.com reported. He said he later got a call from the supervisor of teachers, saying he had been accused of wizardry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WHERE:Land 'O Lakes, Fla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WHEN:Tuesday, May 06, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WHY:A Florida teacher may have to pull an unemployment check out of his hat after performing magic in front of students, according to reports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-440793598956435956?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/440793598956435956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-7283588451991805791</id><published>2008-05-06T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T06:48:51.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05/06/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TITLE:Catholic Priest Sentenced to Prison for Having Sex With Female Inmates.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO:Vincent Inametti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT:A Roman Catholic priest who had sex with two inmates while working as a chaplain at a women's prison was sentenced Monday to two years in federal prison.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHERE:FORT WORTH, Texas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN:Monday, May 05, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY:He pleaded guilty in November to two counts of sexual abuse of a ward.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-7283588451991805791?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/7283588451991805791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=7283588451991805791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7283588451991805791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7283588451991805791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2008/05/050608.html' title='05/06/08'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-2479620208681351484</id><published>2008-04-30T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T06:47:43.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04/30/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;TITLE:Girl Burned in Northern India in Possible Inter-Caste Violence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;WHO:The 6-year-old girl .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;WHAT:Police in northern India arrested a man who allegedly threw a girl into a pile of glowing embers after he caught her trespassing, an attack authorities said Wednesday may have been motivated by caste.She is considered a dalit _ a member of the lowest caste in India, where a system of rigid social hierarchy still lingers. The alleged attacker, Madan Singh, 22, comes from a higher caste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;WHERE:LUCKNOW, India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;WHEN:Wednesday, April 30, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;WHY;Singh discovered the girl relieving herself Tuesday in a field he owned and demanded she immediately stop what she was doing and leave his property.&lt;br /&gt;"When she did not respond, he simply lifted her and threw her in a heap of embers," local police official Govind Agarwal told The Associated Press. "The cry of the girl drew the attention of the villagers. They came rushing and pulled the girl out of fire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;HOW:he simply lifted her and threw her in a heap of embers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-2479620208681351484?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/2479620208681351484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=2479620208681351484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/2479620208681351484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/2479620208681351484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2008/04/04302008.html' title='04/30/2008'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-5394415126218029660</id><published>2008-04-29T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T06:53:30.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04/29/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;TITLE:Motive Not Known of Special Education Teacher Accused of Taking Students to Motel for Sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;WHO:Donna Lou Sanders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;WHAT:charged with 12 counts of permitting abuse of a minor, and 10 counts of rape. Columbia County deputy prosecutor David Butler said she is being treated at a private mental health facility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;WHERE:MAGNOLIA, Ark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;WHEN:MONDAY APRIL 29,2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;WHY:Sanders, who was a special education teacher at Magnolia Junior High School, resigned from that job on Wednesday with a letter that consisted of a single sentence: "Due to catastrophic events that have taken place within my family, I do hereby resign as a teacher in the Magnolia School District."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-5394415126218029660?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/5394415126218029660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=5394415126218029660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/5394415126218029660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/5394415126218029660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2008/04/04292008.html' title='04/29/2008'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-4664790784455160131</id><published>2008-04-28T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T06:58:18.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04/28/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;TITLE: U.N. Warns Food Shortage Will Continue Up To 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;WHO: United Nations World Food Program .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;WHAT: Josette Sheeran warns that the agency is already taking precautionary measures by rationing food aid to address worldwide food shortage and the increasing commodity prices which is expected to continue up to 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;WHERE:London, U.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;WHEN: March 8, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;WHY: LACK OF LEADERSHIP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-4664790784455160131?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/4664790784455160131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=4664790784455160131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/4664790784455160131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/4664790784455160131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2008/04/04282008.html' title='04/28/2008'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-6915485898389766268</id><published>2008-04-25T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T06:48:57.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04/25/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;TITLE:Supermarket Worker Who Had Fatal Heart Attack Drank 4 Cans of Red Bull Nightly .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;WHO:Alfredo Duran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY:Alfredo Duran had an enlarged heart and the excessive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="iAs" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal! important; FONT-SIZE: 100%! important; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px! important; COLOR: darkgreen! important; BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 0.07em solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent! important; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,352561,00.html#" target="_blank" itxtdid="2943431"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; he consumed each day may have contributed to his death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;WHERE:Wheatley in Oxford, England.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;WHEN:FRIDAY, APRIL 25,2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT:A 40-year-old supermarket worker who suffered a fatal heart attack drank as many as four cans of Red Bull energy drink each night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-6915485898389766268?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/6915485898389766268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=6915485898389766268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/6915485898389766268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/6915485898389766268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2008/04/04252008.html' title='04/25/2008'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-7521125061428917330</id><published>2008-04-23T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T06:52:45.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04/23/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;TITLE:Scientist: Forget Global Warming, Prepare for New Ice Age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;WHO:Physicist Phil Chapman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;WHAT:He said the world cooled quickly between January last year and January this year, by about 0.7 degrees Centigrade.Sunspot activity has not resumed up after hitting an 11-year low in March last year, raising fears that — far from warming — the globe is about to return to an Ice Age, says an Australian-American scientist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;WHERE:AUSTRALIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;WHEN:WEDNESDAY APRIL 23,2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;WHY:This is the fastest temperature change in the instrumental record, and it puts us back to where we were in 1930.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-7521125061428917330?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/7521125061428917330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=7521125061428917330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7521125061428917330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7521125061428917330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2008/04/04232008.html' title='04/23/2008'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-7154609701463562299</id><published>2008-04-18T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T06:43:39.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04/18/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TITLE:Oklahoma Sheriff Charged With Running Sex-Slave Operation From Jail.&lt;br /&gt;WHO:Mike Burgess .&lt;br /&gt;WHAT:The sheriff of Custer County resigned on Wednesday just as federal prosecutors filed 35 felony counts against him for allegedly running a sex-slave operation at the jail.&lt;br /&gt;WHERE:ARAPAHO, Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN:THURSDAY, APRIL 17,2008&lt;br /&gt;WHY:Mike Burgess quit the position he'd held since 1994 shortly before appearing in court on 14 counts of second-degree rape, seven counts of forcible oral sodomy and five counts of bribery by a public official.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-7154609701463562299?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/7154609701463562299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=7154609701463562299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7154609701463562299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7154609701463562299'/><link 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grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;WHERE:Yemeni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;WHEN:TUESDAY, APRIL 15,2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;WHY:Nojud's father said he married off his daughter with her consent out of fear that she might be kidnapped, as he claimed her two older sisters had been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-531014331111198411?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/531014331111198411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-7276555445267761593</id><published>2008-04-14T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:07:31.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04/14/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TITLE:Man Arrested 53 Times for Groping Women on New York Subway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO:Freddie Johnson &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT:Johnson has been arrested a staggering 53 times — the majority for groping women on the subway, police and prosecutors said.He was charged with persistent sexual abuse, and if convicted this time, he could be sent away for life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHERE:NEW YORK. (SUBWAY)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN:APRIL, 13, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY:Johnson,is a registered sex offender.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW:About two weeks after he was released from prison, Freddie Johnson boarded a crowded subway train during morning rush hour in Manhattan, squeezed in behind a woman and ground his pelvis into her backside, authorities said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-7276555445267761593?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/7276555445267761593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=7276555445267761593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7276555445267761593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7276555445267761593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2008/04/04142008.html' title='04/14/2008'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-729243170182944931</id><published>2008-04-09T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:58:29.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04/09/2008</title><content type='html'>title:club mansion bouncers accused of beating patrons.&lt;br /&gt;who:club bouncers&lt;br /&gt;what: Miami Beach police have charged at least eight Club Mansion bouncers with beating three spring breakers over a disputed bar tab..&lt;br /&gt;where: miami beach&lt;br /&gt;when:04/08/2008&lt;br /&gt;why:the young men asked to sit in Mansion's VIP section early Friday and bought a bottle of alcohol, as required.&lt;br /&gt;After about two hours, a waitress told the three men they had to give up their table for other patrons. Then they were told their tab for the vodka was $700.Surprised by the amount, the students asked twice to see a bill. Twice they were refused. When the young men again refused to pay without seeing a tab, employees of the club turned physical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-729243170182944931?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/729243170182944931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=729243170182944931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/729243170182944931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/729243170182944931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2008/04/04092008.html' title='04/09/2008'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-4171775790387316646</id><published>2008-03-25T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T06:48:40.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/25/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Title:N.Y. Gov. Paterson Admits Cocaine, Marijuana Use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who:Gov. David Paterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;What:  New York's new governor, who disclosed last week that he and his wife both committed adultery several years ago, said Monday that he used cocaine in his 20s and smoked marijuana when he was younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Where:NEW YORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when:03/25/2008= WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;why:More Americans have tried a lot more during that period of time and gone on to lead responsible lives and hopefully have lived their lives to their fullest," he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-4171775790387316646?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/4171775790387316646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=4171775790387316646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/4171775790387316646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/4171775790387316646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2008/03/3252008.html' title='3/25/2008'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-3434018014966700909</id><published>2008-03-14T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T07:00:31.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/14/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;TITLE:Baby girl born with two faces in Dadri near Delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;WHO:A baby girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;WHAT:born with two faces and four eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;WHERE:Gautam Budh Nagar in the suburbs of Delhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;WHEN:march 14,2008, this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;WHY:the baby is being worshipped by the residents of the area who say she is an incarnation of god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-3434018014966700909?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/3434018014966700909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-4361496619994285803</id><published>2008-03-10T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:29:01.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>03/10/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:water worries.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who:Benjamin H. Grumbles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What:study shows A vast array of pharmaceuticals — including antibiotics, anti-convulsants, mood stabilizers and sex hormones — have been found in the drinking water supplies of at least 41 million Americans, an Associated Press investigation shows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where:Major U.S. Regions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When:march 10,2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why:Water providers rarely disclose results of pharmaceutical screenings, unless pressed, the AP found.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How:To be sure, the concentrations of these pharmaceuticals are tiny, measured in quantities of parts per billion or trillion, far below the levels of a medical dose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-4361496619994285803?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/4361496619994285803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=4361496619994285803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/4361496619994285803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/4361496619994285803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2008/03/03102008.html' title='03/10/2008'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-8912633450098982697</id><published>2007-12-14T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T06:58:31.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/14/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Please log on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cnn&lt;/span&gt;.com, fox.com or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;msnbc&lt;/span&gt;.com and read one current event. Give a 2 paragraph summary and your interpretation of the events.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The title of my article was Eight Students Injured in Florida Bus Crash. this article was about how Eight middle school students were injured Thursday after their school bus crashed with a minivan on their way to school in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Valrico&lt;/span&gt;, Fla., &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MyFoxTampaBay&lt;/span&gt;.com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;reported A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt; County Sheriff's Office spokeswoman said the students were not seriously injured in the Thursday morning accident. some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;authorities&lt;/span&gt; explained that the accident The bus had 28 students on board headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mulrennan&lt;/span&gt; Middle School, about 15 miles east of Tampa.The driver of the van ran a stop sign and struck the bus on the left side, authorities said. fire rescue  has informed sources that the driver of the van needed to be extracted from the vehicle and was airlifted to Tampa General Hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I feel bad for the kids that  were injured. i hope that they recover soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; i hope that they have a good place to rest and hopefully this chaos can recover pretty soon. hopefully the kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; can be supporting and understand that everyone was  affected through this tragic event  and they should all cope together, and see what they can do for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; may be in need because they may not have insurance for their kids. anything can happen, and so everyone should be involved. T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hat's&lt;/span&gt; what i interpret from this article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-8912633450098982697?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/8912633450098982697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=8912633450098982697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/8912633450098982697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/8912633450098982697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/12/12142007.html' title='12/14/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-5249276436180240138</id><published>2007-12-12T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T07:10:49.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/12/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Please log on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cnn&lt;/span&gt;.com, fox.com or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;msnbc&lt;/span&gt;.com and read one current event. Give a 2 paragraph summary and your interpretation of the events.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;The current event that i have read is titled &lt;u&gt;Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Depp&lt;/span&gt;: 'I don't want to be a product'  .&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;this article was about how johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;depp&lt;/span&gt; does not want to be in magazines just of who is dating who and who's hot.he says "Of course you want the movies to do well. But he  does  want to know ... who's hot now and who's not and who's making this much dough and who's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;boffing&lt;/span&gt; this woman or that one. he wants to remain ignorant of all this.he wants to be totally outside and far away from all of it. Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Depp&lt;/span&gt; says that he has learn to keep his private life private. at times he  enters restaurants through the kitchen and hotels through the parking garage. Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Depp&lt;/span&gt; does not feel that his life is any one else entertainment and i do agree with what he says. i believe that some artist want their lives to out in  the open so that they can have more attention from the audiences.  in  a part i understand that he would like to keep his life private because in some part he does not want his whole life out in the open he does not want  people to know his life like an open book. His friend and mentor Marlon Brando taught Depp to keep his private life private.&lt;br /&gt;"That's your world and it's nobody else's business," he recalls Brando saying. "It's not anybody's entertainment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-5249276436180240138?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/5249276436180240138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=5249276436180240138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/5249276436180240138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/5249276436180240138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/12/12122007.html' title='12/12/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-8594792554233169100</id><published>2007-12-11T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T07:09:42.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/11/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Please log on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cnn&lt;/span&gt;.com, fox.com or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;msnbc&lt;/span&gt;.com and read one current event. Give a 2 paragraph summary and your interpretation of the events.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;the title of the article i read was titled Young women drink, party, post. this article was about a web page that was titled Thirty Reasons Girls Should Call it a Night" -- is humiliation and embarrassment. this web page shows what these women do when they are in clubs and all sorts of things that show a bad side of young ladies who had to much to drink.Many photos on the site are accompanied by full names and the colleges the women attend, apparently without much concern that parents, or potential employers, will take a look. T his web page should be a wake up call for some of these ladies that have not a care in the world on how people would look at them and say some negative things about them. the page catches women at there worst times. this shows on of the many consequences faced by the consumption of alcohol. in the page for instance it shows a woman who appears with a bruised and bandaged face ("I just got drunk and fell out of a car," she writes.) the woman take these pictures and put it in the web site as a form of pride. this situation has made many adults -- teachers, counselors, parents -- worry that students aren't thinking through the consequences of showing themselves drunk to the world. in one case a former member of the National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism's Committee on Campus Drinking says that You can't overstate how unthinking these kids are at 18, 19, 20 years old," said Robert L. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Carothers&lt;/span&gt;, he also sates that They're not a thoughtful bunch, by and large." i think that he in some part is right. some of these pictures can show why some men degrade women and this is why some teen girls think that getting drunk and acting out is OK if other people do it as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-8594792554233169100?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/8594792554233169100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=8594792554233169100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/8594792554233169100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/8594792554233169100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/12/12112007.html' title='12/11/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-8740394582319371751</id><published>2007-12-10T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T07:20:17.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/10/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt; Please log on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cnn&lt;/span&gt;.com, fox.com or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;msnbc&lt;/span&gt;.com and read one current event. Give a 2 paragraph summary and your interpretation of the events.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;A pig farmer accused of being Canada's worst serial killer, this man P&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ickton&lt;/span&gt; was 58 years old.he is tried for only 6 of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;murders&lt;/span&gt; but he has killed 26 women. mostly the women that he has killed have been prostitutes an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;drug&lt;/span&gt; addicts. P&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ickton&lt;/span&gt; has told an under cover police officer that he wanted to try and kill one more person to make  an even 50. Prosecutors have said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pick ton&lt;/span&gt; will be tried for the 20 other murder charges but no date has been set. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pickton&lt;/span&gt; was found guilty Sunday of six counts of second-degree murder, which carries a mandatory sentence of life in prison. witness Andrew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bellwood&lt;/span&gt; had testified that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pickton&lt;/span&gt; told him how he strangled his alleged victims and fed their remains to his pigs. this man was i guess a kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lunatic&lt;/span&gt; he reminds me of leather face in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt; chainsaw massacre. this man i guess discriminate woman  and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that he should do something to eliminate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;prostitution&lt;/span&gt;. i know not why this man has done these horrible crimes but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that he should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; punished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-8740394582319371751?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/8740394582319371751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=8740394582319371751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/8740394582319371751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/8740394582319371751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/12/12102007.html' title='12/10/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-1160551134964031124</id><published>2007-12-07T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T06:08:09.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/7/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finish this sentence: I was most disappointed when... describe in detail a time when you were most disappointed. What happened? What caused the events?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was most disappointed when i notice i have a &lt;u&gt;c &lt;/u&gt;for this class.this the most disappointing event in my life, i do not appreciate the fact that i see my self receiving a c in my report card, the only way that i can see that this has occurred is the fact that i have been slacking off, and other personal problems that i have to be with at my home. but i should know better then to look for excuse to lie on. i am mostly disappointed in  myself for  the most part that i have not been trying my hardest, i know i should not state any excuses but this semester has been hectic on my personal view there has been to much to do. the reason for me slacking off has been the fact that i have been over crowded with work and i have not found time to do it all at once. i do have a life you know and can&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; always put my family aside when they need me. i feel disappointed because i do not want to go home and show my mother my grades with 2 C's on my most important classes. i know that i have to push my self even harder to get where I'm going , even if it means that i have to pull an all niter. this is the only way i know how to keep my self motivated. i just have to deal with it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-1160551134964031124?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/1160551134964031124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=1160551134964031124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/1160551134964031124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/1160551134964031124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/12/1272007.html' title='12/7/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-2032271359832978469</id><published>2007-12-03T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T07:26:28.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/3/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have an extra $1,000,000 to give away; you cannot spend it on yourself. What would you do with the money? Describe what you would do with it in detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With this money i would go and give money to the st.Jude donation and give some of the money to help the kids with cancer that don't have enough money in order for their kids to have treatment and also kids who need to have a transplant or any thing else that they may need. the other half of the money i would give to people in Africa, i would give some money to the people who ended to have medications for aids and money to get more food and provide for the families in need. i would also give money to an organization for mother and their children who have ran away from an abusive relationship with their kids father. some mothers leave the father of their kids because their husband would abuse them and the kids so they have nowhere to go and they have a number to call so they can leave and have a better environment for their kids. but on the other hand the mother may have to change their identity and go somewhere that they need to start over , often times they have no money to get stated . so i would give money to them so that can help them get a head start and get their lives together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-2032271359832978469?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/2032271359832978469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=2032271359832978469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/2032271359832978469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/2032271359832978469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/12/1232007.html' title='12/3/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-2372922307422806754</id><published>2007-11-27T06:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T06:48:21.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/27/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; Have you ever seen a ghost or heard a noise that could not be explained by any rational explanation? If so describe the occurrence. What happened? Describe the entity you saw or sound you heard. If you have not, do you believe that there are spirits of dead people dwelling in our world? Do you know anyone who claims to have had an encounter such as this? Do you believe them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES. i have seen a ghost. A while ago not to long, i woke up in the middle of the night to go and use the rest room. when i went to the bath room the hallway in my house was pitch black so i was a bit frighten and so i turned on the lights in the hall. after, then i went ahead and did what i had to do. as i was later walking back to my room i saw this woman appear in front of me, she was holding out her hands and i could not see her feet touch the floor, she was so vail and she looked as if she was beaten up.then i closed my eyes and shook my head, then she was gone . i never saw it again. i have discuss this occurance with my friends and they have said that they to have seen ghost as well.i do believe them because they have described what they have seen i have encounter one to so i assume that they may be telling the truth. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-2372922307422806754?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/2372922307422806754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=2372922307422806754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/2372922307422806754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/2372922307422806754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/11/11272007.html' title='11/27/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-7105944787042167559</id><published>2007-11-27T06:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T06:40:37.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do  you  have  chores  or  jobs  that  you  have  to  do  at  home?  What  are  they?  Why  do  you  have  to  do  them?  Do  you  like  doing  them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O but of course; “when don’t I have a job to do.” almost all the time. I have multiple amount of chores to do, first of all I have to go and clean my room, then I have to clean my kitchen, wash the dishes, sweep the floors, do my parents bed. Now for my jobs; I have to pick up my baby sister from school, go and do all my homework, make sure I have everything ready for school the next day. On Fridays I basically clean my whole house myself. Why I have to these chores you ask; well because if I don’t then who will? “You, I think not.” I have to do these things in order to keep the house nice and neat. That way I don’t have to be stuck in my house cleaning on the weekends, that’s how I have a chance to go out with my family. If like doing these chores, well I really don’t mind on Fridays or Saturdays because that’s when I find myself alone and can have the chance to really clean without cleaning over everyone else in the house I can be by myself. I do enjoy cleaning my house because I know that I can have the advantage as to when I go off to college I can live knowing that I won’t have a messy house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-7105944787042167559?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/7105944787042167559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=7105944787042167559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7105944787042167559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7105944787042167559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-you-have-chores-or-jobs-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-8807966849988355173</id><published>2007-11-26T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T07:03:28.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/26/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? Is there any special location that you would like to go to? Have you been there before? What is your impression of this place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If i were to live anywhere in the world i would live in Chicago. i would choose to in Chicago, Illinois because i always wanted to get out of Miami. i would go to Chicago for all the jazzy places.there are jazz clubs, and the famous Ferris wheel that is located in Chicago. i would want to live in Chicago because its the windy city, i love some chilly weather. I've lived in Miami all my life, and i have been  surrounded by hot humid weather. unfortunately i have not yet traveled to Chicago, but i do have family members that my mother does keep in touch with. i have discussed this precise situation with her and i have some what convinced her of going to visit in Chicago for the holidays. she has somewhat agreed to going and visiting her cousin.my impression of Chicago is that it can be a little on the dim side. it has allot of its culture from the past. Chicago is also windy and it to me looks like a real pretty place to live in. this is why i have decided to settle down  in Chicago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-8807966849988355173?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/8807966849988355173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=8807966849988355173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/8807966849988355173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/8807966849988355173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/11/11262007.html' title='11/26/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-3498931807979372612</id><published>2007-11-19T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T06:56:20.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/19/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;What is your most indispensable possession and why? What possession of yours is most special? What make it so special? How did you acquire it?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; my necklace is my most indispensable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt;. this would be what i consider my most value item. my mother gave me this necklace on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; eve. this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;necklace&lt;/span&gt; is special to me because my mother gave it to me. i know that she worked real hard in order to get me what i most wanted that year. i find that whatever my mom would give me would be my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;valuable&lt;/span&gt; , indispensable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt;.i know that this would be the most important item because it was my very first necklace. i never take off my necklace because i don't ever want to lose or misplace my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-3498931807979372612?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/3498931807979372612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=3498931807979372612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/3498931807979372612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/3498931807979372612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/11/11192007.html' title='11/19/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-7618796771114992332</id><published>2007-11-14T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T06:42:18.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/14/2007</title><content type='html'>Read the article located at &lt;a class="style_3" title="http://www.eastvalleytribune.com/story/101714" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px" href="http://www.eastvalleytribune.com/story/101714" _extended="true"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;. Write your opinion on the matter. Is calling the man hispanic to describe what he looks like a racist statement or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;In this matter i belive that calling this man hispanic to describe what he looks like is not a racist stament. i can acknoledge the fact that hispanic is an ethnic but in the terms to get a better understanding of what the man may look like it seems to be alright. the way that police identify a person by saying if they are hispanic; thids has a better way to knoewthat the man probably speaks spanish.he may speak both languages. in a way they should have been specific and say that the man is a "dark skin" hispanic or white .to me just the fact that he is a rapist shouldnt justify if he is black, white or hispanic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-7618796771114992332?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/7618796771114992332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=7618796771114992332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7618796771114992332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7618796771114992332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/11/11142007.html' title='11/14/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-6226635811722256370</id><published>2007-11-09T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T06:51:57.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/9/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The best lesson my grandparent (or parent or any relative) ever taught me was… (describe what and why)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The best lesson i was ever taught by my grand-parent is that life has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; challenges and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt;, it is up to us that we learn how to cope with them.this is what my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grandmother&lt;/span&gt; has always informed me.she has also told me that no matter what happens between you and a friend; friends come and go, but your family will always be there for you through thick and thin.my grand-mother has always told me these tips in life because she's been through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; , so she has informed me of these things because she says that she does not want her granddaughter going through the hard times in life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that she&lt;/span&gt; has had to under go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-6226635811722256370?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/6226635811722256370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=6226635811722256370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/6226635811722256370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/6226635811722256370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/11/1192007.html' title='11/9/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-1025462837169029651</id><published>2007-11-07T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T07:03:18.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/7/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If you and your best friend could have a free limo for 24 hours, where would you go and what would you do? Describe in detail what you would do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; and i were to have a free limo for 24 hours we would go to the club, go out and eat to a fancy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;restaurant then&lt;/span&gt; go and pick up more of my friends.my friends and i would would probably go anywhere we would want to go . we would most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;likely&lt;/span&gt; go to the movies in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Miami&lt;/span&gt; beach by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lincoln&lt;/span&gt; road. with a free limo we would just drive around the city.i would tell the limo driver to drive around deco-drive.we would just do whatever comes to mind. till the whole 24 hours is up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;we'll&lt;/span&gt; take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to drive around the city for FREE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-1025462837169029651?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/1025462837169029651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=1025462837169029651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/1025462837169029651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/1025462837169029651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/11/1172007.html' title='11/7/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-7786671870343133469</id><published>2007-11-06T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T07:03:31.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/6/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Describe a dream that you had recently. Provide as many details as possible. What do you think the dream meant? Did it disturb you or did it make you feel good? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; A dream that i have had recently was that i was dancing or doing something weird, all of a sudden i fell and then my tooth was pushed back. later as i kept walking i went to the bathroom, then i went and open my mouth as i looked in the mirror and suddenly all my teeth fell out at once  with blood and all that extra stuff. i did not see through the end of my dream be cause i woke up. heck yeah i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe the&lt;/span&gt; dream was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; disturbing. this made me feel really bad because i did not have a clue what my dream meant. i asked my  mother what was the meaning of my dream and she told me that it meant someone close to me would past away. a dream with teeth falling may mean death in the family. this id my most recent dream so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-7786671870343133469?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/7786671870343133469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=7786671870343133469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7786671870343133469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7786671870343133469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/11/1162007.html' title='11/6/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-6370916989707593049</id><published>2007-11-05T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T06:47:33.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/5/2007</title><content type='html'>Write an entry telling another person something that you are too afraid or reluctant to tell them. Pretend you are actually talking to them either in a note or in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;DEAR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Camil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; your a loser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;as well&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!i have some breaking news to tell you. but in many difficult ways i can not seem to get it out and just say it. i know that when i tell you what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; you  will be really pissed off. on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, i really truly, no lie forgot to call and wish you a happy birthday. well later on that day i saw something that would make you feel a bit melancholy. i hope that when i see in the hall i can tell you what is really on my mind and what really happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;p.s. if you seem to not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; me , i will understand. i just want to let you know that no matter what happens throughout our friendship, i will always be here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;                    bye, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sincerely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Suzy&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-6370916989707593049?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/6370916989707593049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=6370916989707593049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/6370916989707593049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/6370916989707593049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/11/1152007.html' title='11/5/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-4462247832536344053</id><published>2007-11-02T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T06:46:23.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11/2/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Would  you  like  to  be  on  TV?  Why?  What  would  you  like  to  do? What show would you like to be on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, i would like to be on t.v as an extra. that's about the only way i would step foot in front of a camera. i would like to be on  the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Parker's&lt;/span&gt;. i would like to be an extra because of the fact that the seem to have allot of fun while the show is going on.i would not really want to be in front of the camera because i get butterflies in my stomach, and i just choke up; its really silly if i think about it. in these events of  being an extra in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Parker's&lt;/span&gt; show is to just enjoy myself . i know that this show already has ended all episode but the one episode that i would want to be a part of would be the one with Kim having a Halloween party on her birthday, and everyone was in on a prank that a serial killer was after her. i would want to be a part of that show because i enjoy the Halloween spirit. that would be the only way that i would actually be seen in front of a camera. i don't know the spotlight does not really call my attention, but that's just me. o well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-4462247832536344053?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/4462247832536344053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=4462247832536344053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/4462247832536344053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/4462247832536344053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/11/1122007.html' title='11/2/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-8883762286959729247</id><published>2007-10-31T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T06:49:27.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/31/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If you could be given one skill or ability, which would you want, why would you want it and what would you do with it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; IF i had the ability to disappear. i would choose to have the ability to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; because in my experience at times i come upon situations that i profoundly do not want to be involved in. if i had the power to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; i would leave out of any situation, i would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sneak&lt;/span&gt; in an air plane an travel around the world for FREE!. i see that i can also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sneak&lt;/span&gt; into places and hear things that some people may be hiding. i would also, in fact like to use this power in order to over hear things that are going on in government as of now. i would find myself in many predicament s that i think i would enjoy. At times i really dont know what i would do but theres always something so i' ll just think of any thing that comes my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-8883762286959729247?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/8883762286959729247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=8883762286959729247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/8883762286959729247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/8883762286959729247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/10/10312007.html' title='10/31/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-863364338764424491</id><published>2007-10-29T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T06:49:04.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/29/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Write  about  the  most  terrifying  thing  that has ever  happened  to  you. What was it? What made it so frightening? How old were you? Would it be scary again today if it happened again?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; the most frightening thing that has ever happen to me would be the time that i lost my baby. it was in  the mall that she let go for a split second . she; i guess got scared and noticed that she was lost so my sister started crying. i was terrified to know that i had lost her in the mall  the size of that place; any one could get lost especially a little 1 year old baby girl. i was running around every where searching for the baby we were all calling and looking for her. i started running and calling her name, looking under the rackets and everything. i finally found my baby sister crying for us. luckily she was at an open area where they sold shoes in Dillard's and i got to see her there . i got her and gave her a big hug. this would have to have been the most terrifying moment in my life, at this time i was 15 yrs old.the fact that i was in a mall and so many people were in there made it even more difficult to find my sister, i felt my heart drop. i was bursting in to tears , screaming, running , all these negative emotions all at once. i never want to ever experience that moment again. at any  time would that have been  a frightening moment in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-863364338764424491?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/863364338764424491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=863364338764424491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/863364338764424491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/863364338764424491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/10/10292007.html' title='10/29/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-6512925733640954702</id><published>2007-10-24T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T06:39:19.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10/24/2007</title><content type='html'>Write about the most exciting thing that ever happened to you. What was it? What made it so exciting? How old were you? Would it be exciting if you did it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most exicitng thing that has ever happened to me would have had to been the time when my cousin,sister and i went to bayside for my cousins birthday, during the time we were there we ate lunch and then we went to starbucks to get a cd burn ed. After we finish walking around i saw a tattoo shop open so i got myself a tattoo done on my arm. "J/K"=) but i did get a hannah tattoo on my arm, to see what it would look like when i actually do get a tattoo. finally when i was dropped off i called my mom to inform her that i will go back to mycousins house to go to the movies, she said find but then she said that my cousin would have to sllepover my house because she live in kendall and it was to late to take her back home. when we got to cousins house we decided to go and purchase some movies insted since she did not want to stay in miami and she wanted to go back to kendall. so since my sister could dive we went and drove her back home at kendall. my mom noticed that we were not in miami or any where near the house so we ended up getting punished and the keys to the car taken away. this was all so fun all at once. but it was worth getting punished , at least thats what i thought until i actually got in trouble. but o well. thats life, that just life experience.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-6512925733640954702?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/6512925733640954702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=6512925733640954702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/6512925733640954702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/6512925733640954702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/10/10242007.html' title='10/24/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-2839505728540910827</id><published>2007-10-23T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T07:01:59.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/23/2007</title><content type='html'>Write about a belief you've discarded. Talk about why you no longer believe in this belief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TO START OFF, I NO LONGER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt; IN SANTA CLAUSE. I HAVE IN THE PAST FOUND MYSELF BELIEVING THAT THERE WAS A MAN WHO CAME DOWN A CHIMNEY AND BROUGHT YOU GIFTS IF YOU WERE A GOOD PERSON THIS YEAR. I BEGAN TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt; THAT SOME OVERWEIGHT MAN WOULD BE WATCHING ME THROUGH OUT THE YEAR. I WOULD SOME TIMES BECOME A BIT PARANOID LOOKING UP IN THE AIR , LOOKING OUT FOR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;REINDEER'S&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LATER ON IN THE YEARS I  TOOK THE TIME TO ACTUALLY THINK ABOUT THE FACT THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; HAVE A CHIMNEY IN MY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HOUSE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; WHERE IS ST. NICHOLAS GOING TO COME DOWN FROM. ANOTHER REASON FOR WHICH I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DISCARDED THIS&lt;/span&gt; BELIEF IS FOR THE SAME REASON THAT HOW CAN AN OVERWEIGHT INDIVIDUAL FIT THROUGH A CHIMNEY. THE MOST SIGNIFICANT REASON THAT I NO LONGER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt; IN SANTA CLAUSE IS THAT AT THE AGE OF 5 I CAUGHT MY PARENTS PUTTING THE GIFTS UNDER THE CHRISTMAS TREE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-2839505728540910827?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/2839505728540910827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=2839505728540910827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/2839505728540910827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/2839505728540910827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/10/10232007.html' title='10/23/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-2360518948513887694</id><published>2007-10-19T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T06:52:03.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/19/2007</title><content type='html'>What holidays does your family celebrate (like Christmas, Kwanzaa, or Hanukkah)? What do you do on those holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;THE holidays that my family celebrate are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, thanksgiving, new years etc.. the ways that my family and i celebrate these holidays is that we gather together and celebrate in one house, and just hang out we put loud music, dance, and eat the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appetizers&lt;/span&gt; that are available on the living room area. this is what we mostly do on new years and then we wait to the count down. after the count down we give each other hugs&amp;amp;kisses and then go outside and fire up some fireworks. on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; my family and i would celebrate by gathering at the dining room table and eat our feast, then we gather under the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree, and open our present then we spend the dancing and just having fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; how me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;my family&lt;/span&gt; roll on holidays. or just do w/e we want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-2360518948513887694?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/2360518948513887694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=2360518948513887694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/2360518948513887694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/2360518948513887694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/10/10192007.html' title='10/19/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-6094492241515240198</id><published>2007-10-16T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T07:04:37.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/16/2007</title><content type='html'>Write about your favorite and least favorite teachers. Why do you like them or dislike them? What can they do to be better teachers in your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;My favorite teachers  are my history, reading teachers. these teachers are nominated by me as my favorite teacher because Mr.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Goddard&lt;/span&gt; is my favorite teacher in history class because he gives &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lectures&lt;/span&gt; after we finish reading our section in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chapter he&lt;/span&gt; gives us notes and also has a presentable way of giving lectures and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;letting&lt;/span&gt; us participate without any penalty. Mr.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Goddard&lt;/span&gt; is a comical teacher in his own way i really understand this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;class and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;his way&lt;/span&gt; of teaching. he really is a good person and teacher all the way around. Next, my reading teacher Mrs.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shierman&lt;/span&gt; is my favorite reading teacher because the class has fun and we learn all at the same time. she lets us socialize in the condition that we finish what is being asked. Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shierman&lt;/span&gt; is a funny and serious , understanding teacher. she does not give us much work but we mostly get every thing done, you can say she is more of a sociable teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;AS for any of my least liking teachers, i really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have any. other than the teachers that i have mention as my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt; i really don't pay to much mind to any of the other teacher i just try my best to do the task &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;t is&lt;/span&gt; required in order to pass that particular class. " I don't hate i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-6094492241515240198?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/6094492241515240198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=6094492241515240198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/6094492241515240198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/6094492241515240198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/10/10162007.html' title='10/16/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-6251269278930798807</id><published>2007-10-15T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T06:55:31.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/15/2007</title><content type='html'>Write  about  your  best  friends.  Who  are  they?  Why  do  you  like  them?  What  do  you  do  together  for  fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;MY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt; are, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Allyson&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Andrea&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;. the reasons for my liking of friends is that we are like family, we are mostly all the time together but some times we need some space from each other and hang with other friends but at the end of the day we are found together again. my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt; and i go to the store , we go  out and eat , we also go to the movies. with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; going out and just hanging out with each other. Allyson is like the head of the group she is mostly the one looking out for us , telling us what we should or should not do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Andrea&lt;/span&gt; is also serious, she fun to hang around with, we usually have fun doing whatever we do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt; is the noisy one out of all of us she like to talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; about just anything she sometimes finds her self talking a bit out of line but she s a good friend. they are all important to me in their own special way. when we hang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; together we end up having fun then when we found ourselves not having nothing to do.this is why they are my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-6251269278930798807?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/6251269278930798807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=6251269278930798807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/6251269278930798807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/6251269278930798807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/10/10152007.html' title='10/15/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-3661914987537857318</id><published>2007-10-12T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T06:55:36.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/12/2007</title><content type='html'>Write about a time when you were brave. Describe the situation, do you believe that the experience made you a stronger person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A time that i was brave would have had to been the time that i confronted a certain person in my life that may have had a powerful impact. in doing this i must explain that i confronted my father. this was a situation where i found that he was speaking lies about me, he told me that i was not doing what i had said that i was doing. he then made me feel very awful towards myself he made me believe what he thought was true, so for that mmatter i build up all my courage and then confronted him. i told him that what he was telling me was not at all near the truth, and then explained my part of the story. i considered myself brave at the fact that i confronted him and was not about to be passive toward the situation.i felt brave full of courage because i finally stood up for myself. this event made me realize that i am not the kind of person that would let someone accuse me of something i know that i have not done.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-3661914987537857318?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/3661914987537857318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=3661914987537857318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/3661914987537857318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/3661914987537857318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/10/10122007.html' title='10/12/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-5892777499339825882</id><published>2007-10-10T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T06:57:03.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/10/2007</title><content type='html'>Write about a time when you were dishonest. Describe the situation, do you regret being dishonest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Well, the most recent time that i caught myself as being dishonest may be too personal. so i'll write about another time when i was dishonest to my dad. it was on a weekday and school was out on early release, so i was with my sister and some friends we went to go out and eat since we did not stayafter school and eat lunch there. so later we left the restaurant which we enjoy our scrumpcious meal and walked back to the nail salon. after get my nails done i went home with my sister and noted that we had 4 missed call. little did we know that the school had already informed my parents that we had early release. so then we called our parents back and told them that instead of leaving at 11:55 we left at 12:30 because we ate lunch in school.i do to this day as i reminice about that time i do feel sort of guilty that i was dishonest to my self and my loved ones for that insignificant 2 hours that i spent out i was punished for 2 weeks. thererfore i try to inform them when the school is having an early release so that way i wont find myself ling to my parents and i can enjoy my free time. from this day on i vow to hopefully not lie every again. "hopefully". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-5892777499339825882?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/5892777499339825882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=5892777499339825882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/5892777499339825882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/5892777499339825882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/10/10102007.html' title='10/10/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-914118060900264877</id><published>2007-10-06T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T18:19:44.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/9/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Think carefully about the issue presented in the following excerpt and the assignment below.&lt;br /&gt;Heroes may seem old-fashioned today. Many people are cynical and seem to enjoy discrediting role models more than creating new ones or cherishing those they already have. Some people, moreover, object to the very idea of heroes, arguing that we should not exalt individuals who, after all, are only flesh and blood, just like the rest of us. But we desperately need heroes—to teach us, to captivate us through their words and deeds, to inspire us to greatness.&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from Psychology Today, "How To Be Great! What Does It Take To Be A Hero?"Assignment:Is there a value in celebrating certain individuals as heroes? Plan and write a blog in which you develop your point of view on this issue. Support your position with reasoning and examples taken from your reading, studies, experience, or observations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;BUT OF COURSE!!TO BEGIN, THERE IS VALUE IN CELEBRATING CERTAIN INDIVIDUALS AS HEROES, THE FACT THAT I PERCEIVE MANY PEOPLE IN EVERY GENERATION ENCOUNTER MARTIN LUTHER KING JR., MALCOLM X, ROSA PARKS, GEORGE WASHINGTON AS HEROES. THESE VERY SIGNIFICANT INDIVIDUALS SHOULD BE CELEBRATED .AS HEROES THEY ARE A VERY SIGNIFICANT PART IN HISTORY, THEY'VE OPEN MANY DOORS TO OTHER PEOPLE IN DIFFERENT TIMES APART FROM THEIR OWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THESE ARE THE TYPE OF INDIVIDUALS THAT I CONSIDER HEROES AND YES THEY ARE FLESH AND BLOOD AS ANY ONE ELSE BUT ITS THEIR ACTIONS THAT HAVE SET THEM APART FROM EVERYONE ELSE, THEY WAY THEY WOULD CONTRIBUTE TO THEIR SURROUNDINGS AND ALSO STAND FOR WHAT THEY FELT WAS RIGHT. THESE HEROES NEED NOT BE IN RED COATS OR FLY ACROSS THE ATLANTIC TO FIGHT EVIL DOERS, THEY ARE RECOGNIZE AS HEROES BECAUSE IF YOU USE MARTIN LUTHER KING JR, HE BELIEVED IN ENDING SEGREGATION THRU NON- VIOLENCE ACTS. HE SEEM AS ONE MAN STANDING IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS, EVEN MILLIONS OF PEOPLE SO HE CAN BE HEARD AND DISCUSS WHAT ACTIONS SHOULD BE TAKEN. GEORGE WASHINGTON AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE LED HIS ARMY TO VICTORY AND FOR THAT HE IS KNOWN AS THE FIRST PRESIDENT. ROSA PARKS ALONG WITH MR.KING BOYCOTT THE BUS FOR THAT SHE WAS ARRESTED BUT LEFT HER MARK IN HISTORY, SHE HAS SHOWN THAT IF YOU BELIEVE IN SOMETHING GO THUR WITH IT AT WHAT EVER PRICE YOU SHALL TAKE. IF IT WERE NOT FOR THESE GLORIOUS PEOPLE WE WOULD NOT ALL SHARE THE SAME CLASSROOM AND LEARN THE SAME CURRICULUM, WE WOULD BE SEGREGATED BECAUSE OF THE COLOR OF OUR SKIN.SO AS FROM MY RECOLLECTION I SEE THESE INDIVIDUALS AS A VERY SIGNIFICANT ROLE IN HISTORY AND I CONSIDER THEM HEROES. FOR THIS REASON IS THE FACT THAT WE CELEBRATE MARTIN LUTHER KING DAY, PRESIDENTS DAY MEMORIAL DAY, NEED NOT MATTER WHAT DAY WE HAVE OFF FROM OUR OCCUPATION WE LIVE IN REMEMBRANCE OF WHAT THESE PEOPLE HAVE DONE TO CHANGE IN FACT OUR FUTURE AND FOR THAT MATTER THEY ARE MY HEROES...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-914118060900264877?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/914118060900264877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=914118060900264877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/914118060900264877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/914118060900264877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/10/10907.html' title='10/9/07'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-475759512062048477</id><published>2007-10-02T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:47:05.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/2/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Describe the last vacation or holiday you took. what made it special? How long ago did it occur? Does having a fun necessarily have to involve a certain place or certain people? Hypothetically speaking, which would you rather take, a three day holiday spent at home, but with your favorite people to spend with your favorite people in the world, or three days anywhere you choose in the world (all expenses paid), but with no one you really know well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;THE LAST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VACATION&lt;/span&gt; THAT I RECALL TAKING WOULD HAVE TO BE IN THE END OF AUGUST30. CONSIDER THIS DATE TO BE MY MOST RECENT VACATION BECAUSE I HAD TIME TO SPEND WITH THE PEOPLE WHO ARE DEAR TO ME AND WE ALSO HAD A CELEBRATION. GOING ON WITH THE FACT THAT IT WAS A WEEKEND AND ALSO MY SIBLINGS' B-DAY. THIS ACTUALLY GAVE US ALL AN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OPPORTUNITY&lt;/span&gt; TO BOND MORE WITH ONE ANOTHER, WE ENJOYED OURSELVES IN A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RESTAURANT&lt;/span&gt;, THE BEACH AND JUST "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CHILLING&lt;/span&gt;" AT HOME WITH EVERYBODY.HAVING FUN IN MY OBJECTIVE DOES NOT CONSIDER HAVING TO GO OUT  TO ANY SPECIAL PLACE AT ALL, ALTHOUGH IT MAY COME IN HANDY IF WE RUN OUT OF THINGS TO DO.I RECKON THAT IF EVERYONE IN THE GROUP IS COMFORTABLE IN OUR SURROUNDINGS WE CAN FIND A MAXIMUM AMOUNT OF THINGS TO DO. I HAVE FUN WITH JUST BEING HOME WITH MY SISTERS AND COUSINS AT THE HOUSE JUST HAVING A LONG NON-STOP CONVERSATION, BE IT ABOUT THE PAST THAT WE ALL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ENCOUNTERED&lt;/span&gt; TOGETHER ;THE THE EMOTIONAL ROLLER- COASTERS WE HAD TO RIDE WITH FAMILY ISSUES ,OR JUST TALKING AND LEARNING THINGS ABOUT EACH ONE OF US. I KNOW THAT WE WILL END UP HAVING A GOOD TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING, I WOULD ENJOY SPENDING A 3 DAY VACATION WITH MY FAVORITE PEOPLE THERE WITH ME. IF I ENJOY SPENDING TIME WITH MY LOVED ONES I WOULDN'T ENJOY SPENDING MY VACATION WITH PEOPLE I HAVE NEVER SPOKEN TO OR IN A PLACE I' AM NOT ACCUSTOM TO. "THAT'S JUST ME."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-475759512062048477?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/475759512062048477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=475759512062048477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/475759512062048477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/475759512062048477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/10/1022007.html' title='10/2/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-5786188784659973823</id><published>2007-09-27T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:25:49.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09/27/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOG CANCELED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-5786188784659973823?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/5786188784659973823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=5786188784659973823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/5786188784659973823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/5786188784659973823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/09/09272007.html' title='09/27/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-7482397292442366189</id><published>2007-09-26T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T06:52:12.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09/26/2007</title><content type='html'>What is your favorite form of creative expression? If I were to ask you to pick one art that you could best express yourself through, which would it be? Of all the arts, which do you enjoy the most to view or listen to and which do you enjoy most to participate in. Are they the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVORITE FORM OF EXPRESSION IS THROUGH READING. THE WAY I EXPREES MY SELF THROUGH READING IS WHERE AS I GO TO MY ROOM AND READ STORIES OF NONFICTION, MYSTERY, AND NONFICTION.I ENJOY READING MOST OF ALL MYSTERIOUS BOOKS  THAT DESCRIBE A CRIME SCENE OR STORIES THAT TAKE PLACE IN PROJECTS, SOMEWHERE WHERE IT INDICATES THAT THE CHARACTER WOULD BE FACING A DIFFICULT TIME. THROUGH READINDG STORIES THAT MAY IN FACT ALSO PRETAIN TO MY PERSONAL LIFE AS WELL, I LIKE TO TAKE THAT CHANCE AND  WHAT THE OUTCOME OF THAT SPECIFIC CHARACTER  MY ENCOUNTER . &lt;br /&gt; I ALSO ENJOY EXPRESSING MYSELF BY LISTENING TO MUSIC THAT I FIND TO HAVE A RYTHM TO KEEP MY GOING. I LIKE TO ENDURE MYSELF IN THE BEAT OF THE SONG, AND THE LYRICS. I ENJOY LISTENING TO SONGS THAT HAVE A MORAL AT THE END OF THE SONG. BY TURNING ON THE RADIO I CAN JUST SIT AND LISTEN TO MUSIC, NEED NOT MATTER IF I AM MAD, ANGRY, FRUSTRATED, I RELEASE MY STRESS THRE THE SOUND OF MUSIC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-7482397292442366189?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/7482397292442366189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=7482397292442366189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7482397292442366189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7482397292442366189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/09/09262007.html' title='09/26/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-6373426469753344563</id><published>2007-09-25T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T03:26:45.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09/25/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you could go back in time and fix three mistakes, what would they be? What would you do differently? Do you believe that fixing these mistakes would change your life today? Describe how. Do you think you would make these mistakes again later on in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF i were to go back to back and fix 3 mistakes i would first change the time my baby sister fell out of the bed. the fist thing i would change from my actions was when i went to the bathroom to get a towel to dry my sister up, at that time she was crawling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; she crawled out of bed and fell. the second thing i would change would be ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ling&lt;/span&gt; to my mom about something personal. i perceive that if i would change any thing this would be one of those things that would not change but follow me through out this year.the last thing i would change would be to eat all my vegetables. i would go back and eat my vegetables even if i did not want to because i now see that they would help you grow, so therefore i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; turn out so short. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; life for you,you have to learn from your mistakes its part of life. people always make mistakes that is how we learn to become more wise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-6373426469753344563?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/6373426469753344563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=6373426469753344563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/6373426469753344563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/6373426469753344563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/09/09252007.html' title='09/25/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-7765412641108875121</id><published>2007-09-24T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T17:50:01.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09/24/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blog Canceled. Group 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-7765412641108875121?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/7765412641108875121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=7765412641108875121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7765412641108875121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7765412641108875121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/09/09242007.html' title='09/24/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-1284564288045491203</id><published>2007-09-24T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T17:46:36.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/20/2007.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Initiate, I may perceive that certain close individuals may see me in various ways; but of course to narrow it down to just 10 qualities. I would have to say that  to certain elite variety of close friends and family, some may see me as Strong, Caring, loving, open minded, intelligent, determined, sincere, mature(“at times.”), sensitive, and genuine. I perceive that my previous statement in fact could be considered direct, in doing so this may be because; I know that my actions at time can stand out more than words. As I portray myself I make sure to achieve my goals. I try to always keep an open-mind I distinguish this as a helpful tool in the future, I may come upon some events that I may have not been accustom to in the past by having this perspective of allowing things to flow as the proceed to happen. I may as well be considered to be a genuine person, because I am. I know that if I feel or react a certain way that is because I actually feel this way. I got nothing to lose; it’s just me against the world. That may just be my perspective. Everyone is different and genuine in their own way. I some times think that in every dark night, there is a bright day after that; so no matter how hard it gets stick your chest out keep your head up and handle it. That may be a better way of identifying my self and may explain how I perceive people see me as a whole and for this I feel great. If it is in fact the way my elite pupils look at me. I care for everyone that passes through my life because to me at least; I sense that we all have a purpose in this life time, and sometimes we come upon people who will indeed have a purpose and show us things that we were meant to find out. We all need someone to help us find our way. Its just me Suzane Rivera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-1284564288045491203?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/1284564288045491203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=1284564288045491203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/1284564288045491203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/1284564288045491203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/09/9202007.html' title='9/20/2007.'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-4635580755250048987</id><published>2007-09-17T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:29:59.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/16/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Read and interpret the following quote by Benjamin Franklin. Describe what you think it means. Do you agree with it, why or why not. Share any experiences that may help you describe your view.&lt;br /&gt;“Be slow in choosing a friend, slower in changing”&lt;br /&gt;-Benjamin Franklin&lt;br /&gt;(1706-1790)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;yes i agree with the statement that -Benjamin Franklin made, to be slow in choosing a friend ,slower &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in changing&lt;/span&gt;.i perceive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; ,this statement is to be translated to be said to make sure who you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consider&lt;/span&gt; to be friends with, but you should be also make sure what kind of influence &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; inquire from those friends be sure to stay positive and not to change as much. this saying may mean that someone has to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;be careful&lt;/span&gt; with who they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hang around&lt;/span&gt; with but to also make certain that this friend does not change the way you see things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;differently&lt;/span&gt;, be true to your self. i can recall a time when i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;confronted&lt;/span&gt; myself with a friend that many people believe was a bad student. i was later thought of following in my friends foot-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;steps.&lt;/span&gt;i think that it may be true if you have friends that have a positive attitude you are most likely to have the same attitude as well, the same goes for friends that have a negative aspect of life. so choose your friends wisely is probably the best interpretation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-4635580755250048987?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/4635580755250048987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=4635580755250048987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/4635580755250048987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/4635580755250048987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/09/91607.html' title='9/16/07'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-1207735139981107343</id><published>2007-09-09T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:37:25.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09/10/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;As we approach the halfway point in the first 9 weeks, which do you feel is the most demanding of all your classes? Are you finding it difficult to find your footing in school this year? Are you working particularly hard in any one area? How do you feel about the pace of this class so far? Is it meeting your expectations? Do you find it difficult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As i approach the halfway point of the 9 weeks, I stop and deliberate about some of my 6 classes that i have this school year. the classes that are more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;demanding&lt;/span&gt; i have already narrowed it down to the top 2. The number 1 class is indeed this one in particular. my third period class which happens to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, honors. I find this class to be as of now mild in difficulty, but then again the year is just beginning: this class may be difficult seeing how most of the work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; to be done on computer. Some assignments that i am faced with have to come from videos on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, which may come as a hassle when it has to buffer every 5 minutes. My second most demanding class is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; history honors, I 'am not as overwhelmed with work so much as other classes but i do have to read and go over a large amount of note taking in the class. many quizzes and test in this certain class, as a student i have to have already come in the classroom ready to go over a long section in the class chapter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the year is starting a little rocky to say the least, but  i have to say that the classes are what and even more than i have expected. the classes may be a bit difficult, but as the time goes by i think that i will adjust to the changes in this years class activities. but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;perceive&lt;/span&gt; that the classes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; faced with this year may help as i go on to college in the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-1207735139981107343?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/1207735139981107343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=1207735139981107343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/1207735139981107343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/1207735139981107343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/09/09102007.html' title='09/10/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-1343652105390496344</id><published>2007-09-06T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T16:43:17.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sept 7,2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Describe in detail your biggest fear. Do you believe it is something that you can overcome? If so, can you do do by yourself or do you need help? When do you believe that you first acquired this fear? Do you believe that it is a rational or irrational fear? Do you think that it is a common fear or is it something particular to you? Do you parents know about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY biggest fear ....I'd have to say, that my biggest fear of all may be death.. Dying at a very young age, may be the biggest fear that i think i will ever have. i fear that if i past on to another life so soon, i will leave many things behind that i never had the time to fully enjoy; i fear if i die so young i might not have achieved any of my goals that i have already set for myself. having this fear of death i perceive that i need not any help to overcome this dread, i perceive that as time goes by i will learn to accept the fact that death is indeed not an option at all. i believe that i first acquired this fear when i lost important people in my life an din the life of my family members that were also young, this happens many times when Young adults make absurd decisions.my parents know about this fear and they can see what caused me to developed this fear. one thing that i have learned is that i shouldn't follow my dreams, i should chase them. this may help me achieve many important goals that i have set for myself, before my time is up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-1343652105390496344?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/1343652105390496344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=1343652105390496344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/1343652105390496344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/1343652105390496344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/09/09062007.html' title='sept 7,2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-3332059052795914533</id><published>2007-09-04T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:32:13.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09/04/2007--05.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What do you believe is the most important right you have as an American? If you had to choose one right as being the most important to YOU, which would it be? Why is this the case? What would things be like if this right didn’t exist? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm &lt;/strong&gt;an American Citizen and to start off the number one right that is important to me is the right to vote. To me the right to vote is an extremely important responsibility that most americans take loosly. I for one find the right to vote as a chance to have millions of people that live in this country have their voices heard. What would become of this place if we as American Citizens did not have a right to vote we would end up with any one taking over an as of now have people govern our countries in ways we may not agree on; seeing that as being a case we our facing as of now may me a  righteousness of an example, if citizens would find the time to come togetheer and try to improve our economic downfalls instead of discouraging then we would all benifit..That is whythe right to vote may be a powerful right we as Americans have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-3332059052795914533?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/3332059052795914533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=3332059052795914533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/3332059052795914533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/3332059052795914533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/09/09042007-05.html' title='09/04/2007--05.'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092577304675419528.post-7444529028965923709</id><published>2007-09-04T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T07:33:33.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09/04/2007</title><content type='html'>What is the definition of being an adult to you? Describe what it means to be “grown up”. Is it just a matter of age? What are some of the characteristics an adult has or should have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;TO COMMENCE, BECOMING AN ADULT IS AN ENORMOUS RESPONSIBILITY. TO BE CONSIDERED AN ADULT IS A CERTAIN INDIVIDUAL THAT TAKES RESPONSIBILITY UPONTHAT PERSONS ACTIONS.TO BE GROWN UP IS TO HAVE A CERTAIN AGE THAT ENABLES YOU TO DO  OTHER ACTIVITIES THAT YOU WERE NOT ALLOWED TO DO PROBABLY ABOUT A YEAR AGO. TO BE CONSIDERED A GROWN UP MAY JUST BE  A MATTER OF AGE. SOME CHARACTERISTIC THAT AN ADULT SHOULD OR MAY HAVE IS TO BE VERY COOPERATIVE AND UNDERSTANDING TO OTHER INDIVIDUALS THAT MAY MISINTERPRIT WHAT ONE  HAS SAID. AN ADULT HAS TO BE VERY RESPONSIBLE HE/SHE HAS TO UNDERGO  MANY OTHER OBSTICLES THAT THEY WERE NOT PREPARED FOR IN THE PAST. AS YOU MATURE AND REACH A CERTAIN AGE YOU ARE THEN CONSIDERED AN ADULT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092577304675419528-7444529028965923709?l=suzanerivera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/feeds/7444529028965923709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8092577304675419528&amp;postID=7444529028965923709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7444529028965923709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8092577304675419528/posts/default/7444529028965923709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanerivera.blogspot.com/2007/09/09042007.html' title='09/04/2007'/><author><name>SUZANERIVERA3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715026356636678214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
