<?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-37370037</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:20:21.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dalowasmamacita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37370037/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dalowasmamacita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dalowasmamacita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338000549841201405</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37370037.post-116915615812824399</id><published>2007-01-18T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T13:35:58.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>readers entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BRONX MASQUERADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bronx masquerade is a book about a bunch of bronx high schoolers that write poetry for their english class. In this book a high school english teacher named Mr. Ward is making his class read study poetry by reading a book called the harlem renaissance. Mr. Ward asked his class to write an essay on it . When it was time for everyone to read their essay, one of his students named Wesley "Bad Boy"Boone read a poem that he had written. When everyone in the class heard Wesleys poem they all told Mr. Ward that they also had poems that they have written. So, Mr.Ward says that one friday a month there would be an open mike and that it will be open to anyone in his class that wants to read their poems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370037-116915615812824399?l=dalowasmamacita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dalowasmamacita.blogspot.com/feeds/116915615812824399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37370037&amp;postID=116915615812824399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37370037/posts/default/116915615812824399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37370037/posts/default/116915615812824399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dalowasmamacita.blogspot.com/2007/01/readers-entry.html' title='readers entry'/><author><name>dalowasmamacita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338000549841201405</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-37370037.post-116613685134344691</id><published>2006-12-14T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T14:54:11.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maniac magee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When maniac arrives at the east end or the black side he meets a girl named Amanda Beale. He notices that amanda has a suit case with her and he thinks that she is running away too. When he catches up to her he asked her if she was running away. She laughed at him. She tells him no but that she uses this to hold all of her books for school. He asks her if he could read one of her books and he would give it back to he later. She says no but he keeps on asking her. She finally says yes but that he has to give it back to her and he can not mess her book up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370037-116613685134344691?l=dalowasmamacita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dalowasmamacita.blogspot.com/feeds/116613685134344691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37370037&amp;postID=116613685134344691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37370037/posts/default/116613685134344691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37370037/posts/default/116613685134344691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dalowasmamacita.blogspot.com/2006/12/maniac-magee-when-maniac-arrives-at.html' title=''/><author><name>dalowasmamacita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338000549841201405</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-37370037.post-116361915630554770</id><published>2006-11-15T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T11:32:57.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>readers entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maniac Magee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maniac Magee is about a boy named Jeffery Magee. Jeffery lived with his mother and father in Hollidayburg. His mother and father went on a trip and were killed by a train. Jeffery had to move in with his aunt and uncle who dont get along with each other. It got so bad in their house that he ran away and he didn't stop until he was out of the town his aunt and uncle lived in. He got to a town that was seperated into two sections. The east end was the side the blacks were on and the west end was the side the whites were on. He ran to through the white side and straight into the blacks side. When he got to the blacks side he met a girl named Amanda Beale.&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/37370037-116361915630554770?l=dalowasmamacita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dalowasmamacita.blogspot.com/feeds/116361915630554770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37370037&amp;postID=116361915630554770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37370037/posts/default/116361915630554770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37370037/posts/default/116361915630554770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dalowasmamacita.blogspot.com/2006/11/readers-entry.html' title='readers entry'/><author><name>dalowasmamacita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338000549841201405</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37370037.post-116301564227767287</id><published>2006-11-08T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T11:54:02.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jade's Story</title><content type='html'>Ashlynn Rohena&lt;br /&gt;903 ELA&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Wells&lt;br /&gt;11/3/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JADE’S STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Jade was the nicest, funniest, and most understanding person I knew. She was the kind of person that you could talk to about anything and everything. She always knew what to say to make you laugh of feel better when you had a bad day. When ever I had a bad day she was the first person I went to, to talk about how I was feeling. Even though she was only eight years old, she knew more about life than any person I knew. But that all changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade lived with her mother, father, and two younger brothers. Her mother and father were two of the nicest people I had ever met. Her father was a little strict because Jade was his only daughter. Her two brothers were bad and annoying. Every kid on the block said that Jade had one of the nicest families on the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Jade’s ninth birthday, her mother was hit by a car and died. When the police came to her house to tell them what happened their whole family was devastated to here what had happened. Her father of course took it the hardest. Her father was so mad he took all his frustration out on Jade. Her father started beating her. Jade’s father got so lonely that he invited Jade’s two uncles to come and live with them. Jade figured with her uncles here her father would stop hitting her. But jade was mistaken. It only got worse with them there.&lt;br /&gt;One Friday, Jade’s father, her father’s friends, her uncles, and their friends were in the living room drinking and watching football. All of them were lonely and they need to be “satisfied”. So they got drunk, and Jade’s father went into her room and asked her to come to the living room. When she got to the living room, her father told her to take off all of her clothes and lie on the floor. Jade didn’t know what was going on, so she asked her dad. He said” nothing baby, just stay quiet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got on top of her and Jade started crying. When he was done his friends got on top of her. Then her uncles got on top of her. Finally her uncle’s friends got on top of her. When they finished, her father made her promise not to tell anyone. Jade felt so disgusting that she went into her room and hung her self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my narrative essay can show people the reality of rape. There are millions of little girls and older women that are being raped every day. I wish that I could have helped my friend or at least encouraged her to tell someone. I hope that this essay can show people that this could happen to anyone that you care for. I also hope that this essay can make girls want to help any of their friends that have been raped to try to get them to tell someone or get help. My best friends lost her life don’t let your friends make that same mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37370037-116301564227767287?l=dalowasmamacita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dalowasmamacita.blogspot.com/feeds/116301564227767287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37370037&amp;postID=116301564227767287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37370037/posts/default/116301564227767287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37370037/posts/default/116301564227767287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dalowasmamacita.blogspot.com/2006/11/jades-story.html' title='Jade&apos;s Story'/><author><name>dalowasmamacita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338000549841201405</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>
