<?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-287859938925179258</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:36:13.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moral me this</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jennym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13323254484209580288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d05UDV967w8/SOZ5ViaorNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LKYzRNiVr0A/S220/fairy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287859938925179258.post-7492114376456929458</id><published>2010-05-05T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T07:26:25.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rememberance</title><content type='html'>My years at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Batesville&lt;/span&gt; High School have been some very interesting ones. From the good times to the bad. From losing old friends to gaining knew ones. It has been a very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; set of years for me. When I entered Ninth grade shattered and scared. My step sister had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disowned&lt;/span&gt; us and we had know clue were she was, my Oldest brother was in prison, my oldest sister had just had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miscarriage&lt;/span&gt;, I had been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diagnosed&lt;/span&gt; with anxiety disorder and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PMDD&lt;/span&gt;, added &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;on top&lt;/span&gt; of all that my mom had just had aortic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bi pass&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt;, and i was starting my first year of high school marching band. I was a terrible marcher i will admit but e&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ven&lt;/span&gt; though i was so bad four seniors took &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt; on my friend Joni and I took us under there wings and taught us how to march. And so the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jcrew&lt;/span&gt; was born Me(jenny), Joni, Jon, JD, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; and Joel. That was the second time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; had entered my life. And the crush I had had on him was still just as strong as the first time so i got brave and asked him out sadly he denied me. So i attempted to make him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt; by dating our mutual friend Joel but that backfired. I spent the rest of the year confused on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weather&lt;/span&gt; i was dating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt; or not. That year the band went to Chicago, and while there the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jcrew&lt;/span&gt; became even closer it was also there that i found out about Kristen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tuker&lt;/span&gt; one of my best friends , she had a tumor in her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; and later found out she had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;overian&lt;/span&gt; cancer. Graduation that year was bittersweet. The doctors had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;successfully&lt;/span&gt; removed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kristens&lt;/span&gt; tumor, and yet all i could think about was the fact that i was losing my best &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;, the three i had come to love as brothers, and the one whom although he had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;denied&lt;/span&gt; me i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; help but fall &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; in love with. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sophomore&lt;/span&gt; year was a blur of trying to find &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; to fill the empty void in my heart left after the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jcrew&lt;/span&gt; had left even Joni and Kristen had moved i felt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isolated&lt;/span&gt; and alone but i still had faith that God had a plan. 11&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade came along with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cocktail&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt; pills we were trying to find away to keep my disorder in check but at the same time i lost control of myself i was so mellowed out by the pills that i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; care who i hurt or what happened to me. i was sneaking around behind my mothers back &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hiding&lt;/span&gt; from her, going one place when i said i was going another , and cheating i had a different boyfriend every other week and this just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt; hit me when Joel came home to visit one weekend and i told him about all of my "adventures" . He shook me out of it and kept me in line the rest of that year but then he started getting a little crazy on me and distant when i left that summer for Europe i told myself this is my trip for me and me alone i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; going to hook up with anybody but fate had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; else in store. A week into the trip i met Craig and we got together and everything seemed to vanish for both of us. he broke his addiction to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt; went away that was until i came home. It was now my senior year and he lived four hours away and i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; stand the distance it was driving me crazy. It hurt me being so far away from him my anxiety was back and with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vengeance&lt;/span&gt;. So one night i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; told him what was going on and he said "this is my one chance to take your pain away and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to take it lets just be friends" two weeks later it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;homecoming&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; going to go to the dance but i was at the game for the band several band &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alumni&lt;/span&gt; had come to watch and among them was the one guy i knew i loved and not just puppy love real love true love. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt;. He talked to me the whole game and at one point and i know its a crappy pickup line but he said "whats your boyfriend gonna say when i take you out to dinner &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;" and "i said well i cant i have a marching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; but he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; say anything cause i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have one." by the end of the game we had compromised and he would come to church with me on that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Oct&lt;/span&gt;. 18&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and after we would hang out and watch movies at his house. And by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; break we were engaged and planning our wedding for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Aug&lt;/span&gt;. 7 2010. And here we are My brother is getting out of prison this week or next, my sister has three kids, my mom is healthy as a horse, I no longer have to take a regular anxiety pill i have a when you need it pill and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PMDD&lt;/span&gt; is under control, and as for my stepsister well last summer she spent a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt; with us and now is back in Maine and is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt; mother of a little boy Jacob he was born in December but now she is back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ignoring&lt;/span&gt; us again but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;graduation is&lt;/span&gt; in a couple of weeks and in a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt; i will be married and working towards being a missionary's wife and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_68" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;missionary&lt;/span&gt; my self me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_69" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; both have surrendered to the call of God. well stay here and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_70" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; we can afford to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_71" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seminary&lt;/span&gt;. Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_72" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about it High School in a nutshell the bad may have been bad but the good well ....IT WAS GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287859938925179258-7492114376456929458?l=moralangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7492114376456929458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287859938925179258&amp;postID=7492114376456929458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/7492114376456929458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/7492114376456929458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/rememberance.html' title='Rememberance'/><author><name>jennym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13323254484209580288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d05UDV967w8/SOZ5ViaorNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LKYzRNiVr0A/S220/fairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287859938925179258.post-755857405382983642</id><published>2010-05-03T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:01:09.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Westside Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;West side&lt;/span&gt; Story is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;modern&lt;/span&gt; day adaptation of Romeo and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Juliet&lt;/span&gt;.  Sett in a city on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Manhattan&lt;/span&gt; Island the story is of the Jets and the Sharks two rival gangs pitted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; each other.  But one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;faithful&lt;/span&gt; night at a community dance &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tony&lt;/span&gt; of the Jets and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt; a little sister of a Shark meet and fall instantly in love but when big brother sees maria kiss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tony&lt;/span&gt; all innocent fun is over a war council is had and a fair fight is decided upon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bernardo&lt;/span&gt; (big brother) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; the leader of the Jets but when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tony&lt;/span&gt; shows up on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maria's&lt;/span&gt; orders to stop the fight &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bernardo&lt;/span&gt; takes it as he wants to fight and what was once a fair skin to skin fight turns into an all out brawl with knives and in the middle of it all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tony&lt;/span&gt; kills &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bernardo. He knows that once Maria finds out it will all be over.  Meanwhile Maria sits on a rooftop waiting for him not knowing what has happened then Chino comes and tells her that Tony killed Bernardo. She pleads saying its not true take her instead then Tony comes and explains what happened and the are finnaly together. The jets regroup at a garage and start trying to act cool and calm. Even though they are all upset because in the fighting riff died to.  Finnaly they leave and go looking for Tony because the PRs want him dead and the have pulled out guns to do it.  Then Bernardo's Girlfriend shows up expecting comfort from Maria but Tony is with her adn when he goes out the window Bernardo's girlfriend see's him and preceds to tell Maria to leave him and find one of her own. Maria counters with the fact that she is in love and she will not leave him.  They need eachother. Bernardo's Girlfriend understands and forgives her.  She tells her that Chino has a gun and is hunting Tony.  Then a Detective enters and starts asking questions so maria sends Bernardos girl to give Tony a message but the Jets are there and they attack her when she is saved by Doc she lies and says that Chino shot Maria because he found out about her and Tony.  Then Doc goes and talks to Tony and tells him what Bernardo's girl said about Maria.  Tony is distraught and goes to find Chino.  One of the Jets trys to stop him but he doesnt listen.  Then he sees Maria and as he is running to her Chino shoots him.  Maria holds him on the ground as he lays bleeding then when his eyes close for good she lays him down then the jets approch the sharks they have both gathered and Maria stops them takes the gun from Chino and starts to threaten them she tells them they all killed them killed them with hate. The detective shows up takes the gun and starts toward Tony's body but she wont let him touch him.  Then the Jets pick him up and some Sharks help but Maria just sits there and baby John places her sawl back on her head  then she gets up and follows  Tony's body.  Chino is taken in and it is all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287859938925179258-755857405382983642?l=moralangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/feeds/755857405382983642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287859938925179258&amp;postID=755857405382983642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/755857405382983642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/755857405382983642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/2010/05/westside-story.html' title='Westside Story'/><author><name>jennym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13323254484209580288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d05UDV967w8/SOZ5ViaorNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LKYzRNiVr0A/S220/fairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287859938925179258.post-7112596836150583262</id><published>2010-04-09T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T07:24:44.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Verbal Communication</title><content type='html'>Mr. Bean dosnt speak much. he must go and take an exam. he tries to phsic out the student next to him . he also tries to compete with him by making sure that whatever that student has he has more or one better. like when the student gets out a pen he dose to when another one is taken out he pulls out several more and some toys. when he opens the exam he looks at it with shock it appears that he dosnt kwon anything about what is on the papper he is fidgiting and then begins to look over at the paper of the student next to him. when the student throws away his first paper after bean has already copied it he gets angry and dose the same then tries to copy what he writes again but then the student notices and turns the paper over so bean blows at it until he can see the answers then he just takes it when the student notices he moves the paper to the otherside of the desk so bean goes under the desk. then he is told that there is another test and one that he knows but it is to late to finnesh . He goes to the beach. he dosnt notice that there is another person on the small beach when he attempets to put on his spedo he notices and tries to hide what he is doing by acting like he is doing exersises and stuff. then he attempts to put the spedo on without showing anything then the man gets up and mr.bean realizes the man is blind.&lt;br /&gt;part two&lt;br /&gt;mr. bean goes into church. late. he stands next to an older man and begins to listen to the preacher but he is board and begings to let his eyes wonder about the room untill they land on the man next to him who looks at him angerly then he sneezes very loudly and begins to look for his hanky but he doesnt have one so he blows it on the inside of his pocket then plays with it and puts back inside his jacket much to the disgust of his neighbor then he begins to fall asleep and is awoken very loudly. he keeps dozing utill he falls onto the mans lap and then into the floor. it looks like he is praying but he is really asleep then he wakes up starteled and keeps dozing and then he holds his eyes open and when that doesnt work he trys eating a peice of candy but the wrapper is loud and annoys the man next to him when goes to place the wrapper into his pocket his hand gets stuck and he acidentaly drops the candy down his shirt then they begin sining and the man will not share his book with him so mr. bean sings only when it says aleluia as he trys to get it out without the man noticing and when he finnaly does he cant eat it without the other man noticing and so he puts it in his pocket the one he sneezed in.&lt;br /&gt;The return of Mr. bean he walks by a street mucian and wants to leave him a tip but the one bill he has is to large and he needs change so he puts down his hanky and begins to dance he gets some change from a lady and gives it to the street performer and leaves then he goes into a convinent store and the perfume couter about chokes him to death then he goes to the toothbrushes and open one and tries it then puts it back and gets another then he tries out a towl he rides up the elevator he looks board he dosnt realize hes at the top he makes his way to the kitchen utinces and tries out a potatoe pealer and doesnt like it then he tries another he dose the same thing with the skillets then he goes to the phones and expects them to work but they dont so he takes the customer sevice desks phone by mistake then at the check outhis credit card gets mixed up so he trys to switch them back but ends up in the batthroom with the other man. then he goes on a date i think. no he is giving himself a birthday card then he looks at the menue and pulls out all his money then he realizes he still has a hanger in his jacket then he tries the wine of the house then he begins to play happy bithday on the water glasses which annnoys the other guest then the waiter puts the napkin in his lap and brings his food witch to his supries is almost not even cooked but he attempts to eat it any way then tries to hide it in things sitting on his table. under plates and such. then a mucsian comes in and plays music for him so he cant hide the rest of the food then he spits out a bite in the mucians pants then the waiter trips and spills food every where so they give bean more food.&lt;br /&gt;he is at a movie premire waiting to greet the royals he is practicing what he is going to do then he realizes his shoes are not shinned. then he checks his breath and it is bad so he spays annoyingly sprays his breath. he checks his teeth and finger brushes the takes a string from the maids out fit and flosses and it gets stuck then he gives it back. he figits some more then realizes he doesnt have a hanky in his front jaket pocket so he tries to make one out of a peice of paker he checks his nails and uses his zipper to fix his middle nail then his zipper gets stuck down and he greats the queen with a headbut and runs.&lt;br /&gt;The cuse of Mr. bean&lt;br /&gt;he pulls into a parking garage and finds his arm is to short to open the gate .  he is at the swimming pool and is rather childish he goes to slide down the kiddy slide and the lifegaurd tells him no.  then he sees the high dive and climbs up then he looks down and is clearly afraid he tries to reasure himself but he ends up lying down one the board and peeking over the edge then  two boys walk up and he has to jump but he is too scared he curls up into a ball he trys to inch himself over one leg at a time until is is dangling off the board adn then the life gaurd comes back and sees him by this time he is hanging on by one hand the boys step on it and he falls then he realizes he has lost his shorts and a young girl picks them up and takes them the lifegaurd says everybody out and mr.bean hides under water until everyone is gone but he is seen by a young girls swim team then he dosnt want to pay the tole at the booth for parking so he trys to go out the in  he gets a trash barrel to serve as a car to get a new ticket but a car is in his way now so he backs up  and waits for a car to come so he can charge the gate .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he is at the park  and a man is reading  he sits down next to him. the man begins eating lunch bean  pulls out a loaf of bread and begins to hack at it wiht sizzors so that he can make a sandwithch . he gets out butter he uses a credit card to spread butterhe pulls out lettucie and washes it in the water fountain then drys it with his sock all of the sandwitch stuff is in his jacket pockets inclunding a jar of sardines much to the distaste of the other man.  he even poors out pepper corns into his handky then crueshes them with his shoe then the other man pulls out his drink and bean pulls out a hot water bottle and makes tea then he puts his hankey in his shirt. and sneezes  his sandwich is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now he is on a date his is at the movie hi picks on his date and tries to schare her before the movie but when it starts he is the one who is scared very scared and he screams alot.  then he tries to get his dated to leave but she wont and then she is very scared at the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287859938925179258-7112596836150583262?l=moralangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7112596836150583262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287859938925179258&amp;postID=7112596836150583262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/7112596836150583262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/7112596836150583262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/non-verbal-communication.html' title='Non-Verbal Communication'/><author><name>jennym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13323254484209580288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d05UDV967w8/SOZ5ViaorNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LKYzRNiVr0A/S220/fairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287859938925179258.post-2133966821481570746</id><published>2010-04-01T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T06:56:15.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Censorship</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been told that you cant read &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt; books? I have, when the Harry Potter series first came out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; wanted them and everyone was reading them everyone but me. My mother and several other parents had watched a christian &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; on the books and had decided to take a stand and protest the books and the soon to follow movies. I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; ridiculed by other students but I never once broke moms rule about the books or movies and still today when if i wanted i could read or watch Harry Potter I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; and not because of mom because what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; realized back then was that I agreed with my mother. However; I do not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; should decided what may be read and by whom it should be a personal or parental decision. There are tree main reasons I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; this way Research, Religion, and Culture.&lt;br /&gt;My first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;research&lt;/span&gt;. Many times students are ask to write papers about topics relating to current events such as war, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;politics&lt;/span&gt;, and other mature items. In tenth grade i wrote a paper on abortion and some of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;research&lt;/span&gt; was pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gruesome&lt;/span&gt;. If our town would have imposed censorship on our town &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt; then i would not have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allowed&lt;/span&gt; to look up and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;research&lt;/span&gt; what I needed for my paper due to its graphic content.&lt;br /&gt;Religion is another reason I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; censorship is wrong. There have been many times where I have been curious about religions other than my own. With the way many people think some of the religions I looked into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; have been "to much" for my young mind in there eyes. If children under eighteen are the ones who would be prevented from reading these books for there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Violence&lt;/span&gt; , Sexual Content, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Language&lt;/span&gt; is it not possible that some children &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be allowed to read the bible. I mean it has brutal beatings, and sexual content. Some children &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be able to learn about there own religion. Even books religions of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ancient&lt;/span&gt; civilizations could be banned. Shakespeare's &lt;em&gt;The Merchant of Venice&lt;/em&gt; was banned from classrooms in Midland, Michigan in 1980 due to its portrayal of the Jewish character Shylock.(&lt;a href="http://onlinebooks.library.upenn.edu/banned-books.html"&gt;Http://onlinebooks.library.upenn.edu/banned-books.html&lt;/a&gt;) If Michigan can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ban&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt; for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jewish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; whats to stop Arkansas from banning a book on Greek mythology or Hindu religion.&lt;br /&gt;Culture is another important reason for censorship not to be allowed. Students learn who they are and what the world has in it, and they learn to use there imagination and explore. There are so many good books that have been banned from school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Libraries&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; the country. Black Beauty has been removed from the shelves because it depicts cruelty to animals.  The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn has been banned because it contains the word "nigger". " We're not talking soft porn, racist &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;drek&lt;/span&gt; and subversive witchcraft &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;propaganda&lt;/span&gt;. Among the most banned books are some of the best-loved modern classics." said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/span&gt; Fisher Staples in her essay "&lt;em&gt;What Johnny Can't Read Censorship in American Libraries"(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://scholar.lib.vt.edu/ejournals/ALAN/winter96/pubCONN.html"&gt;http://scholar.lib.vt.edu/ejournals/ALAN/winter96/pubCONN.html&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;There are tons of books that have been banned without regard for the amount of culture that they contain and how that will help students learn.  There are many times in history classes where we have been learning about culture and I all but fall asleep but in books I learn every bit of what I missed out on in class &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;plus&lt;/span&gt; books make it easier for kids to learn history and culture because it makes it fun it helps them make it real.(&lt;br /&gt;    Each book has its own gifts to offer, story's to tell, and lessons to teach but the freedom to choose &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; to read is what teaches some of life's most important lessons. Such as; trusting yourself, knowing what you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe in&lt;/span&gt;, and tolerance all of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; become harder to learn once you are an adult.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; censorship is wrong because it limits &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;research&lt;/span&gt;, censors religions, and stifles &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; abilities to learn about culture.  If we allow Censorship to continue how can we ever expect our children and children of future generations to be able to learn freely and make up their own minds becoming their own person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287859938925179258-2133966821481570746?l=moralangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2133966821481570746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287859938925179258&amp;postID=2133966821481570746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/2133966821481570746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/2133966821481570746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/2010/04/censorship.html' title='Censorship'/><author><name>jennym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13323254484209580288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d05UDV967w8/SOZ5ViaorNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LKYzRNiVr0A/S220/fairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287859938925179258.post-4410410267579115122</id><published>2010-03-08T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T06:30:22.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquakes, Euopean Storms , Is it Global Warming or Somthing Different?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The 8.8 Earthquake that shook Chile destroyed more than 30 cities and an estimated 500,000 homes. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/lt_chile_earthquake"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/lt_chile_earthquake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;) The Storm that hit several European Countries is estimated to be the cause of more than 60 deaths.(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100301/ap_on_re_eu"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100301/ap_on_re_eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; ) People all over the world are blaming global warming(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/csm/20100228/ts_csm/283713"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/csm/20100228/ts_csm/283713&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;) but could it realy be somthing more. All throughout Revelations there are stories about the end times and how there will be great storms, earthquakes and wars. Revelations 16:18 says "And there were voices, and thunders, and lightnings and there was a great earthquake such as was not since men were upon the earth so mighty an earthquake and so great." Just how many earthquakes have we had lately and how many of them could easily fit this discription. Revelations also talks about all the great wars and how nations wil be set against nations. Does taht not describe the world to day. No one knows the hour in wich the Lord will return the bible says not even the angels in heaven know the hour, but he will come and from the looks of things soon so will you be ready?&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/287859938925179258-4410410267579115122?l=moralangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4410410267579115122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287859938925179258&amp;postID=4410410267579115122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/4410410267579115122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/4410410267579115122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/earthquakes-euopean-storms-is-it-global.html' title='Earthquakes, Euopean Storms , Is it Global Warming or Somthing Different?'/><author><name>jennym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13323254484209580288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d05UDV967w8/SOZ5ViaorNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LKYzRNiVr0A/S220/fairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287859938925179258.post-8282453320849172538</id><published>2010-03-08T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T06:35:16.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banning of Ipods a Little Much Dont You Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Think that banning ipods all together is just a little bit crazy.  I belive that students should not be able to have them out durring classes but should be aloud to have them as long as there put away and off.  Sometimes classes have free days and ipods and media players would be a nice way to keep kids udercontrol.  Also many kids use such devices on busses before and after school to keep out of the drama and trouble that goes on all in all i think banning these devices all together is a bad idea. here is an artical that shares my opionion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kyle-bandy.newsvine.com/_news/2006/02/06/85458-should-ipods-be-allowed-at-school"&gt;http://Kyle-bandy.newsvine.com/_news/2006/02/06/85458-should-ipods-be-allowed-at-school&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287859938925179258-8282453320849172538?l=moralangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8282453320849172538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287859938925179258&amp;postID=8282453320849172538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/8282453320849172538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/8282453320849172538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/2010/03/banning-of-ipods-little-much-dont-you.html' title='Banning of Ipods a Little Much Dont You Think'/><author><name>jennym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13323254484209580288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d05UDV967w8/SOZ5ViaorNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LKYzRNiVr0A/S220/fairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287859938925179258.post-6442874133396560068</id><published>2010-02-16T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T07:18:04.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d05UDV967w8/S3q2q3YyUfI/AAAAAAAAABE/G1SC8ADWTg8/s1600-h/162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438860347541967346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d05UDV967w8/S3q2q3YyUfI/AAAAAAAAABE/G1SC8ADWTg8/s320/162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some say were crazy some wish they were us but either way all are happy for us. I Jennifer Mason and Johnathen Johnson will be getting married this summer. I am so excited and cannot wait my cake is being made by a lady from my church. The dresses are all being made for me and other preperations are being made i am so excited . I would love to hear your input thanks !&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/287859938925179258-6442874133396560068?l=moralangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6442874133396560068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287859938925179258&amp;postID=6442874133396560068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/6442874133396560068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/6442874133396560068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>jennym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13323254484209580288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d05UDV967w8/SOZ5ViaorNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LKYzRNiVr0A/S220/fairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d05UDV967w8/S3q2q3YyUfI/AAAAAAAAABE/G1SC8ADWTg8/s72-c/162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287859938925179258.post-4299139444867491047</id><published>2009-08-28T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:25:38.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somthing School-like this way comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So now the time finally comes for us to go back into the prison like rooms called high school i personally was ready to be back but now i wonder how i will survive this my final year of high school. So what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287859938925179258-4299139444867491047?l=moralangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4299139444867491047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287859938925179258&amp;postID=4299139444867491047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/4299139444867491047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/4299139444867491047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/somthing-school-like-this-way-comes.html' title='Somthing School-like this way comes'/><author><name>jennym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13323254484209580288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d05UDV967w8/SOZ5ViaorNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LKYzRNiVr0A/S220/fairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287859938925179258.post-8464858781871115182</id><published>2009-01-14T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:32:20.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>War n Peace: how can they be seperated?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the book The Host by Stephenie Meyer an alien race ins taking over and inhabiting the people of earth and other planets in an attempt to make them more peaceful but the inhabitants resit angerly with war like tactics.  This book reminds me of the war America is fighting today though i am not against it we interleaved soldiers into Iraq to assist in that countries liberation but we were met with a warlike force.  Which in a way shows that no matter what tactics people use to create peace there will be some form of resistance some group who thinks what the "Peace Makers" are doing is wrong. So is it possible Preceding the second coming of Christ , to truly separate war from peace.&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/287859938925179258-8464858781871115182?l=moralangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8464858781871115182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287859938925179258&amp;postID=8464858781871115182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/8464858781871115182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/8464858781871115182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/2009/01/war-n-peace-how-can-they-be-seperated.html' title='War n Peace: how can they be seperated?'/><author><name>jennym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13323254484209580288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d05UDV967w8/SOZ5ViaorNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LKYzRNiVr0A/S220/fairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287859938925179258.post-4139612637387760499</id><published>2008-12-10T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:36:30.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fainting love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is the next chapter of loves dragon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ai&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ryue's&lt;/span&gt; hands slip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i's&lt;/span&gt; waist as his lips brush the blushing skin of her neck. She becomes dizzy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"It ....It is isn't it" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ai&lt;/span&gt; says stumbling to catch her breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have go to steady myself with out him noticing o god &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; dizzy why dose this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;happen&lt;/span&gt; every time he kisses me i wish i could make it stop o god &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; really dizzy.." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ai&lt;/span&gt; thinks to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" why do you have a heart attack every time i kiss you , i mean look at you you can't even stand without leaning on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I'm not so sure it has anything to do with you but it's not a heart attack now come back hear and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Finnish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; you started to do" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ai&lt;/span&gt; lied &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;casually&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Whatever you say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ai&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ryue&lt;/span&gt; replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;he slips his hands gently into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ai's&lt;/span&gt; back pockets and begins to kiss her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;passionately&lt;/span&gt;. Her heart skips a beat but she keeps going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Hey" Yoshi screams &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;interrupting&lt;/span&gt; them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Yoshi you always ruin it" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ryue&lt;/span&gt; says &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; here for" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;yoshi&lt;/span&gt; jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; Guys i......."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Quick Yoshi catch her" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ryue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;screams&lt;/span&gt; attempting to catch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ai&lt;/span&gt; before she hits the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;concrete&lt;/span&gt; below them.&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/287859938925179258-4139612637387760499?l=moralangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4139612637387760499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287859938925179258&amp;postID=4139612637387760499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/4139612637387760499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/4139612637387760499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-fainting-love.html' title='My fainting love'/><author><name>jennym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13323254484209580288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d05UDV967w8/SOZ5ViaorNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LKYzRNiVr0A/S220/fairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287859938925179258.post-9140646253094088707</id><published>2008-10-17T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:49:47.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English Enlightenment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So far this year i have learned alot but most of it has yet to sink in. I have to be honest i wish i could some how just download some of what we have learned into my brain and that would be the end of it but that is not technologialy possible at this point in our countries tech support era. But i have improved my wrighting skills such as dialoge and comoma ussage my spelling still needs work though. As for my reading i think that this nine weeks has been most benifical now i dont just read to read i read to find a deeper meaning in the story in the words of mr. Qualls a Golden Nuggett. The technology that i now have in my arsenal is this. what i am doing right now never before would i have thought that i would be sitting at a computer doning somthing for english other than wrighting an essay, and now look at me i'm blogging i cant belive it, and i know there is still so much more to lear.&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/287859938925179258-9140646253094088707?l=moralangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/feeds/9140646253094088707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287859938925179258&amp;postID=9140646253094088707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/9140646253094088707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/9140646253094088707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/2008/10/english-enlightenment.html' title='English Enlightenment'/><author><name>jennym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13323254484209580288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d05UDV967w8/SOZ5ViaorNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LKYzRNiVr0A/S220/fairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287859938925179258.post-2122045907131826940</id><published>2008-10-12T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:01:26.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves Dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wrighting a book called Loves Dragon cheack it out and tell me what you think of it so far.  thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream Wishing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I know your here siasiami come out and die," Ai demanded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If i were to come out i would not be the one to die Ai dragon," Siasiami replied with a hint of pride in her sinester voice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ahhh! you snake,"Ai screamed as siasiami's fangs peirced her snow white skin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"My venom kills quickly you will soon parish," the snake said with a loud chuckle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Not before you!" Ai said as she drew her saber from her back and thrust it forwared in the snake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siasiami screamed as Ai,s blade pierced her black scales and ripped jaggedly into her dark heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai's mind then went blank as she drifted off into the night back to her home back to kiba back to love to ryue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ai wake up you're goingto miss the bus for school", Ai's mother yelled from down stairs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai awoke groagily and looked aroud the room her sister Mayling was already awake and waiting for her like a cheeta about to pounce on an atalope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It was only a dream no it couldnt have been it was to real,"Ai mumbled under her breath.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She could still smell the cherryblossoms and orcids on the river Mei's banks. She could still feel Ryue's toch on her skin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Where were you last night Ai?" mayling questioned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her sisters questions brought her back and she finnaly belived it was a dream.   She was not in kiba she was in America not Japan. She was in Batesville  and she was about to miss the buss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" That is none of your business sissy and you had better not tell mom!" Ai snapped a harsh tone of bitterness in her voice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ok Ok lets just get on th Buss,"May ling suggested, "I don't want to ge into a fight with you sorry."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/287859938925179258-2122045907131826940?l=moralangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2122045907131826940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287859938925179258&amp;postID=2122045907131826940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/2122045907131826940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/2122045907131826940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/2008/10/loves-dragon.html' title='Loves Dragon'/><author><name>jennym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13323254484209580288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d05UDV967w8/SOZ5ViaorNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LKYzRNiVr0A/S220/fairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287859938925179258.post-2768631812507888659</id><published>2008-09-25T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:12:23.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words kill your soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the book Names Will Never Hurt Me it has been one year to the day since the tragic school shooting death of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jason Stikes&lt;/span&gt; , but that was not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;connection&lt;/span&gt; i would like to make. In the book a young boy nicknamed freak wrote a poem and in it one line stuck out most in my mind because i can relate to it so much it said "sticks and stones break your bones but words can kill your soul." I walk through the halls and the lunch room and here so many names being called at me and so many others such as skinny jenny, loser,freak, but its not just names its other things little jokes and rumors started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unintentionally&lt;/span&gt; by random people cause emotions to run high for me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;especialy&lt;/span&gt;. i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;recently&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;diagnosed&lt;/span&gt; with and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt; disorder,this due to all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt; that has been put on me over the years i know many of the people that call me names and such do not mean to cause me pain but so many do. This is exactly the type of thing Mrs. Huff talked about the first day of school about how words can leave emotional scares worse than a fist and she was right the emotional scares left on me have caused more heartache and harm than all the punches and kicks i have recieved in my life.&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/287859938925179258-2768631812507888659?l=moralangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2768631812507888659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287859938925179258&amp;postID=2768631812507888659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/2768631812507888659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/2768631812507888659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/2008/09/sticks-break-bones-but-words-kill-your.html' title='Words kill your soul'/><author><name>jennym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13323254484209580288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d05UDV967w8/SOZ5ViaorNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LKYzRNiVr0A/S220/fairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287859938925179258.post-2846446660611822876</id><published>2008-09-25T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:53:15.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Face to Face with the plague</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Today's&lt;/span&gt; group &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;discussion&lt;/span&gt; was not all it was supposed to be but it went well.  Our groups book is Fever 1793, set in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/span&gt; it is the story of a young girl named Mattie Cook and the trials her family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;goes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;through durring  the plague of yellow fever.  We ,Tonya and I, disscused the possible causes for yellow fever that are mentioned in the book such as the rotting coffe beans on the dock and the misqutoe infestation,wich is the more likly cause. We also talked about the possible outcomes of Mattie's coffe house days. we are both eager to read the next section of the book to see what unfolds.&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/287859938925179258-2846446660611822876?l=moralangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2846446660611822876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287859938925179258&amp;postID=2846446660611822876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/2846446660611822876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287859938925179258/posts/default/2846446660611822876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moralangel.blogspot.com/2008/09/face-to-face-with-plague.html' title='Face to Face with the plague'/><author><name>jennym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13323254484209580288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d05UDV967w8/SOZ5ViaorNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LKYzRNiVr0A/S220/fairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
