<?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-3801828385637028153</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:05:48.884-08:00</updated><category term='A Long way Gone'/><title type='text'>A.C. Milan rocks your socks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-8519508568365378629</id><published>2010-03-11T16:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:30:52.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Speak&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Cole Thomas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Period 2&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;March 11, 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;According to William James and his article in “The Social Me”, I have as many different selves as people I come in contact with.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I know myself better than anyone will ever no me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am Cole Thomas I go to University High School and like to play soccer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those are things that everyone knows about me but Cole Thomas is so much more than a student at University High School.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know things about myself that I would never share with anyone, not because they are bad things but because I feel that if someone would know everything about you than you would no longer have your own identity.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are who you are because of the experiences you have had in the pasts. People cannot take those experiences away from you and you will always remember them if you don’t block them out of you mind. These experiences control how you act and react in different situations. Because everyone had had different experiences in their pasts people will always be different from each other. Some people may have similar characteristics but that is only because they have had experiences.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bullying is a perfect example of how people are different.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mr. Napier talk about how bullies had parents who were unable to subscribe constant punishment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The parents were unreliable on how they would punish their son.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because of the bullies different experiences with their parents they turn out different then another kid who had parents that were able to punish their child with acceptable and constant punishment. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;In the Novel Speak Melinda is who she is because she was raped.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If Melinda was never raped she would have had the chance to still be friends with Rachelle and many others who she never even meet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Melinda’s mind works the way it does because she does not want to come a decision to except what has happened to her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The reason Art is the only class that she has an A in is because that is the only class that is relating to her at that point in her life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Melisa has her own mind and it is impossible for her to progress in life if she doesn’t get over what happened to her over the summer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Melinda is lonely because she will not let other people into her life and others won’t let her into theirs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This makes her, her because her personality has changed because she is scared that she might be raped again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-8519508568365378629?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8519508568365378629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=8519508568365378629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/8519508568365378629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/8519508568365378629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/speak-cole-thomas-period-2-march-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-2531625042625427280</id><published>2010-02-03T16:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:39:24.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;How Our Class Discussion Relates To The Novel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Cole Thomas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Great Books Period 2&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Wednesday February 3, 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;I also enjoyed this morning’s discussion.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I believe that everything that we talked about directly related to the novel &lt;u&gt;Little Brother. &lt;/u&gt;The class discussion and the Book Little brother are related because of the concept of freedom and surveillance. Surveillance is a key concept because everything everyone does is being monitored and the bulk of our discussion this morning was on how the Chinese’s monitor the information that their citizens have access to.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also talked a little about the Patriot act and the American Government monitoring its citizens.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We said that like in the novel our government has the power of monitoring everything we do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was a scary thought for me not because I am a terrorist but because then they would be able to see my personalized documents and files.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought it was very funny how u took over our computers and made your point to us all and showed us how it would feel to lose control of something that is one of your more personal items.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;Towards the end we talked about the new law that the government is trying to create called ACTA, Anti-copyright Trade Agreement. In this agreement between the United States of America, European Commission, Switzerland, Japan, Australia, Canada, the European Union, Jordan, Mexico, Morocco, New Zealand, Republic of Korea, Singapore, and the United Arab Emirates. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is my opinion that the United States should not go though with ACTA.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I dislike the fact that the Obama administration is creating this agreement in private so that people won’t have the knowledge about it so that they may not protest it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In the previous semester we talked about how literature is something that people read and write so that the can connect with others in the world. I believe that this book provokes emotions with people about the government, which is in place in their country.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They wonder if it is possible if America will ever digress so far as to act like they do in the book.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This book is also targeted towards teenagers because every teenager wants to believe that they can make a difference in the world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;At the end of chapter 14 Marcus recites the declaration of independence.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew that we read the declaration of independence so that we could understand freedom better in the book but when he recited it I realized that another reason was that you wanted that part of the book to mean more to us than just a line from a famous document. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I am really amazed at how you can start talking about all of these separate topics and in the end make them related.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It really helps me understand better because we talk about everything separate and then in the end I can connect how they are related.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-2531625042625427280?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2531625042625427280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=2531625042625427280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/2531625042625427280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/2531625042625427280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-our-class-discussion-relates-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-359282926787465268</id><published>2009-12-09T18:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:11:52.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dumbest Generation? Don’t Be Dumb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Out of every single blog this one is defiantly my favorite.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The topic discussed is often also discussed in my house between my mother and I.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is always saying I am playing to many video games and they are not good for my education and so I stop playing little bit, finish my homework, and then go back to watching TV, talking to people on my computer or playing Call of Duty 6.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the article “The Dumbest Generation? Don’t Be Dumb” the writer gives many examples of how my generation does not know common sense question like who the president of the United States is.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says that this is because of too much technology and I have to say if anything technology helps spread knowledge.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take T.V. for example even if you don’t watch &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The news as you are flipping through the channels you will most likely see something about politics, or you might flip over the history channel see an explosion pause for a minute and learn a few facts about world war two.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This may not be as efficient as learning about history in school but you do pick up facts hear and there. I believe that every generation has its “dumb people”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure that before TV came out if we went out on the street we could find people who have no idea what is going on in the world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now days it is very hard not to know what is happening in your country due to the media.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if you look hard enough it is very easy to find someone that is completely clueless.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jay Leno had a show called the Jay Walk All-stars where he would ask them commonsense questions and they would not know a single answer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To us this is completely amazing that they didn’t know the answer but the producers just looked for people who were so out of touch with reality that they had no idea what anyone was talking about. My point is that every generation has its dumb people all you have to do is go out and interview them to make your point.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-359282926787465268?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/359282926787465268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=359282926787465268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/359282926787465268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/359282926787465268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2009/12/dumbest-generation-dont-be-dumb.html' title='The Dumbest Generation? Don’t Be Dumb.'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-8603302353996103095</id><published>2009-10-22T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T06:00:02.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Interpretative Questions: Why Americans are Restless&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Why does a society devoted to equal opportunity weaken each individual?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Alexis de Tocqueville was on of the first people to study society and what makes them work.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During one point in his life he began to study America and what made it different from Europe.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What he found was that in America there was no one that had money and power but everyone started on a level playing field looking for the quickest and shortest route to happiness. Alexis de Tocqueville states, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;“When all prerogatives of birth and fortune are abolished, when all professions are open to all and a man’s own energies may bring him to the top of any of the, an ambitious man may think it easy to launch on a great career and feel that he is called to no common destiny. But that is a delusion which experience quickly corrects. The same equality which allows each man to entertain vast hopes makes each man by himself weak his power is limited on every side, though his longings may wander where the will.”&lt;/i&gt;(De Tocqueville 166). This quote demonstrates how Alexis de Tocqueville believes that because of equality everyone believes they have that same change of gaining happiness but in reality it is much harder than expected and the man who set out for happiness will fail and return weaker than when he set out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;5. Does Tocqueville think Americans are restless because they don’t know what they want or because what they want is not attainable?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Alexis de Tocqueville believes that Americans are restless because what they want is not attainable.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He eludes to this quite a few times in his work but it is most easily spotted in this excerpt, “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;That is a quality which ever retreats before them without getting quite our of sight, and as it retreats it beckons them onto pursue. Every instant they think they will catch it, and each time it slips through their fingers. They see it close enough to know its charms, but they do not get near enough to enjoy it, and they will be dead before they have fully relished its delights.”&lt;/i&gt; (De Tocqueville 168).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In this passage you can see De Tocqueville explaining how Americans can see happiness but never actually reach the point that they are striving for.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The happiness that they are working so hard to achieve is always one step ahead of them begging them to keep pursuing it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-8603302353996103095?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8603302353996103095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=8603302353996103095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/8603302353996103095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/8603302353996103095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2009/10/interpretative-questions-why-americans.html' title=''/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-7735214997979761613</id><published>2009-10-06T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T05:35:51.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparing the Peasants to the previous ruling class</title><content type='html'>The peasants and the previous ruling class are very similar in the way they deal with personal appeals.  The ruling class listened to no one and only looked out for themselves.  When the Marquis runs over the mans child all he does is through a coin out the window to pay for the childes life.  The peasents then create a petition and it is completely ignored by the Nobels.  When the peasants take over the country through the revolution they are even more violent then the government currently in place.  Because the peasents are such a large group they are very hard for Monsiur Dufrage to control.  Throughout the novel we continue to get the image that crowds have a mind of there own and are very fickle.  Since the Peasants have become the main ruling class this means that the new government is also fickle and dangerous. When Darnay is taken prisoner when he reterns to france he is put on trial.  While on trial he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-7735214997979761613?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7735214997979761613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=7735214997979761613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/7735214997979761613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/7735214997979761613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2009/10/comparing-peasants-to-previous-ruling.html' title='Comparing the Peasants to the previous ruling class'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-1254012152336090636</id><published>2009-09-21T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:54:08.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. For how long has the man in Jarvis Lorry’s thoughts been buried? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;Mr. Lorry's thoughts have been buried for eighteen years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What else do we know of this man who has been “buried”? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He works for a bank and he used to travel back and forth between England and France. He has lived in France for 15 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What are the two conditions concerning Dr. Manette? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Manette had been a prisoner during a war and was abused. Now he is old and sick. he also makes shoes to help relieve the pain he is feeling. He doesn't really talk much and is slow to respond when talked to.  He logically doesn't think Lucie is his daughter because she is too young, but he keeps looking at her because he has a feeling in his gut that she really might be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Who are the proprietors of the wine-shop? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wine shop is owned by Monsieur Defarge, and Madame Defarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Why does Defarge show Dr. Manette to the “Jacques”? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defarge shows Dr. Manette to the Jacques because he wants them to be revolutionaries along with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What is Dr. Manette doing when they enter his room?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Manette is making a pair of shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What does Dr. Manette say his name is? What is the significance of what he says? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dr. Manette says his name is One Hundred and Five North Tower. This is significant because he had been taken prisoner there during the war. &lt;/span&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/3801828385637028153-1254012152336090636?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1254012152336090636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=1254012152336090636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/1254012152336090636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/1254012152336090636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-3749579612333143535</id><published>2009-09-08T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T06:01:49.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog #3 What others think of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is difficult not to care about what others think of you because you want to be liked and if someone doesn’t like you, you feel like you did something wrong. People always say that it doesn’t matter what people think about you but in the end that is not true.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If someone thinks your weird than they may not want to talk to you or hang around you, or if you are lazy you wont be hired for the job.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If nobody wants to talk to you this is one of the worst possible things that can happen to a person.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They would feel like they had done something so wrong that they aren’t even acknowledged by others. This is one of the main reasons why it is hard to not care about what people think about you. You always want people to talk to you and care about you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some may disagree with me that we can control what people think about us with our actions but I say it is possible.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They judge you though how you act. If you work out and lift weights people will think that you are an athlete, if you play video games all day people will think you are a nerd. You can also control what people think about you with what you say, what you wear, and how you act towards other people. If you like to joke around and are friendly many people will want to be your friend where as if you are mean and keep to yourself than the people will want to stay away from you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-3749579612333143535?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3749579612333143535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=3749579612333143535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/3749579612333143535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/3749579612333143535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-3-what-others-think-of-you.html' title='Blog #3 What others think of you'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-509462542351760042</id><published>2009-08-30T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:50:35.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom? or Survival?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', fantasy; "&gt;In My opinion freedom is more important than survival.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first time I read the question I thought surviving was more important but as I was writing my blog I realized that freedom was much more important to me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was going to give an example when I realized that if I were a slave I would have tried anything to escape even if it meant losing my life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that Surviving without freedom isn’t really surviving at all. You won’t experience love, happiness, or excitement.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only emotions that you would have are hatred and anger. Even if you think that you would rather survive than have your freedom I believe that eventually you would try something to win your freedom or escape.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', fantasy; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;What If you knew that soon you would be sentenced to life in prison without parole, what would you do would you try to escape and possibly be killed or would you just go to jail so that you stay alive? What if you where a prisoner of war, would you try to escape or would you wait to be rescued? What would you do in these two scenarios? For both of these questions I would say I would try to escape.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would hate to just sit in a little room for days on end and know that nothing would ever change. I would try to escape so that I could live out the rest of my days with the freedom I was born with.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-509462542351760042?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/509462542351760042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=509462542351760042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/509462542351760042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/509462542351760042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2009/08/freedom-or-survival.html' title='Freedom? or Survival?'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-3503967664118168347</id><published>2009-08-19T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:40:14.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog #1 War</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;I think that war is both good and bad.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;War can help or destroy people’s lives. I would go to war for a lot of reasons.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it is all right to go to war if it is to help other people and enrich their lives.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do not believe in going to war just to show how much bigger and better your country is than another.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;World War II is a perfect example.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Germans went to war just to try to take over more land and show everyone how good they where.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Allies went to war to try to stop the expansion of the Nazi regime, and to liberate the concentration camps.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An example of when we shouldn’t go to war is Vietnam.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to war but fought a defensive war. We didn’t try to win we only tried to hold a citron point. I don’t think that is a war that should be fought. If you go to war you should do everything you can do to win a quickly and most efficiently as possible. You should also try to remove all civilians and hurt as little as possible to help stop the effects of war on people’s lives.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would go to war for many different reasons.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If there was a country I am allied with I would go to their aid to help them because I know that they would do the same for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would also go to war to liberate a group of people or to give a country back to it people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-3503967664118168347?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3503967664118168347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=3503967664118168347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/3503967664118168347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/3503967664118168347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-1-war.html' title='Blog #1 War'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-9039713585384825198</id><published>2009-04-12T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:26:16.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of Mice and Men Blog #6</title><content type='html'>My favorite character in the book of mice and men is Lennie because he is never angry or mad.  he never does anything out of meanness but he just doesn't know that he did something wrong.  George can be mean to lennie but lennie is never mean to george.  Lennie is very innocent and try to be the best that he can.  i like how the author makes Lennie like a kid but in a giants body.  i thought it was funny how curly starts to beat up lennie and george says to "get him" and lennie breaks his hand without even trying.  i also like lennie because he likes Rabbits and i also like rabbits.  lennie likes soft things and i like soft thing.  i cant really think of any other things or reasons why i like lennie i just get this feeling in my tummy that lennie is my favorite characters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-9039713585384825198?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/9039713585384825198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=9039713585384825198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/9039713585384825198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/9039713585384825198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-mice-and-men-blog-6.html' title='of Mice and Men Blog #6'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-3186141869757540246</id><published>2009-04-12T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:13:31.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Mice and Men Blog #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); display: block; padding-bottom: 0px; width: 100%; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt;- (Noun) absorbing or controlling possession of the mind by any interest or pursuit; lively interest: &lt;span class="ital-inline" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-style: italic; "&gt;He shows marked enthusiasm for his studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Enthusiasm because if people just don't care than nothing in the world would get finished.  Romeo was enthusiastic about his love for juliet and so they where able to get married in secret even though both of their families hated each other.  Lennie is enthusiastic about rabbits so he has a goal in life that he works towards every day.  If Lennie didn't care about rabbits he would have no reason to try to be good for george.  If you weren't enthusiastic about your job all of us wouldn't learn a thing but since you are enthusiastic we all are really good at using Language and reading Literature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/3801828385637028153-3186141869757540246?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3186141869757540246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=3186141869757540246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/3186141869757540246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/3186141869757540246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-mice-and-men-blog-5.html' title='Of Mice and Men Blog #5'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-7275828375036977040</id><published>2009-03-24T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:20:57.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of Mice and Men Blog #4</title><content type='html'>I think dreams sometimes fall because you don't have a realistic dream that is even possible.  Romeo and juliet both have the dream to get married but since they are on opposite sides of a family feud and have to be so sneaky they where just set up to fail.  In Things Fall Apart Okonkawo Dreams of being a rich and powerful man but as it say in the tittle Things fall apart for Okonkawo.  He tries to hard, and gets himself banished.  Being banished makes him lose so much time to gain a higher social class he has no way to fulfill his dream.  I have dreams of becoming rich having alot of friends who don't just want me for my stuff, owning my own island, owning my own soccer complex,  becoming the King of England, Going back in time,  Join the CIA, Have 2 Kids, Go to a Good Collage, Have Some fun, and Be happy.  Most of those things probobly won't come true due to diffrent variable that can affect each one and if it is even possible,  Take Being the King of England for example.  i may wish to be but there is now way i can become the kings son. no way in the whole entire universe because i cant change my perents no matter what.  I guess i could get the king to adopt me or somthing like that but then even than i don't know if i they would let me be king because i am not of royal blood.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great Blog Cole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-7275828375036977040?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-275173911496623287</id><published>2009-03-24T05:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:59:08.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Mice and Men Blog #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think it is important that people have a sense of belonging because if they don't they could go into a depression and kill themselves like Romeo and Juliet. All Romeo has is his love for Juliet because his best friend Mercutio died.  Without any friends Romeo only has Juliet and when he thinks Juliet is dead he thinks there is nothing for him left to live for. In Of Mice and men Lennie really needs George as a friend because without George Lennie would have no place to stay or be because no one wants a big stupid guy that doesn't know his own strength working on there farm.  I think it is also important to have friends because you have someone to talk to when you don't know what to do and have someplace to go when u want to do something and u are board. In Things fall apart Okonkwo has friends at the beginning of the book but towards the end of the book no one agrees that they should drive out the white people and so he also kills himself at the end of the book.  In the book A Long Way Gone by Ishmael Beah, Ishmael is stuck in the middle of a war and is separated from his friends and family.  Throughout that book you constantly hear him talking about how he wished for his family and friends to be back with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-275173911496623287?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/275173911496623287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=275173911496623287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/275173911496623287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/275173911496623287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-mice-and-men-blog-3.html' title='Of Mice and Men Blog #3'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-7590699393947801826</id><published>2009-03-17T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:22:42.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Mice and Men Blog #2</title><content type='html'>A friend is someone who likes to be around you and you like to be around them.  A friend is someone who will help you through tough times and will cheer you up when u feel sad.  We have friends because we don't want to be all alone in the world.  friends are important to have because they give you someone to talk to when u feel like you cant talk to anyone else.  It is also important to have friends because friends introduce u to people you would never meet if you didn't have that person as a friend.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All Romeo has is his love for Juliet because his best friend Mercutio died.  Without any friends Romeo only has Juliet and when he thinks Juliet is dead he thinks there is nothing for him left to live for so he kills himself. Having frinends is something that helps Ishmeal Beah through his journey through the war.  Ishmeal encounters his friends many times and loses his friends many times.  In things fall apart okonkawo is lucky he has some friends in another village because he when he is banished he needs someplace to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good wonderful awesome cool Blog Cole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-7590699393947801826?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7590699393947801826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=7590699393947801826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/7590699393947801826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/7590699393947801826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-mice-and-men-blog-2.html' title='Of Mice and Men Blog #2'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-401581191840394774</id><published>2009-03-17T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:12:38.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Mice and Men Blog #1</title><content type='html'>I don't think the n word is more offensive than any other racial words. Just because there are more people that are offended by the N word doesn't mean that it is worse than any other word that is a racial slur.  I would say that the N word is more offensive than some nicknames given to people from a certain area or background like Aussie for Australians.   But some Words that are derogatory towards Japanese people like the word Jap, is just as offensive as the N word. but as I'm typing this i realize that I Say "The N word" Not the actual word where as i said Jap and Aussie.  So i would say that the N word is more offensive than some words and Just as offensive as other words.  I also think that depending where you are from some words are more offensive than other words.  it all depends on your background and where you are from.  It also depends on your race and country of origin.  i would bet that People from africa think that the N word is more offensive than any other word in the whole wide wide world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-401581191840394774?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/401581191840394774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=401581191840394774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/401581191840394774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/401581191840394774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-1-of-mice-and-men.html' title='Of Mice and Men Blog #1'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-1822803999072000830</id><published>2009-03-05T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:58:18.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo and Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Would you have lied to your whole family if you were in Juliet’s position? Why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;Yes i would have because if i loved someone as much as Juliet than i would have probobly done the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet is really a tragedy?  Explain your response.&lt;br /&gt;I do think it is a tragedy because at the end when romeo kills himself than juliet kills herself i consider that to be a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should Romeo have been punished for killing Tybalt? How should he have been punished?  Explain why you think this.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Romeo should have been punished because Tybalt killed Mercutio and so romeo should have been aloud to kill Tybalt.  an eye for an eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-1822803999072000830?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1822803999072000830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=1822803999072000830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/1822803999072000830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/1822803999072000830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2009/03/romeo-and-juliet.html' title='Romeo and Juliet'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-4472890899857885224</id><published>2008-12-04T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T05:46:26.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Black Hawk Down&lt;div&gt;Section 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This section was a very action packed section.  We have finely gotten into the story and i am getting sucked into this book when i read it.  Although at some points i don't understand what the author is talking about and have to reread the pages that i had just read.  Over all i thought that section three was the best so far.  I liked it because it was filled with surprises and action.  AT the end when the soldier was captured that really woke me up.  I realized that they weren't just fighting a bunch of semolina's they where fighting a bunch of really angry semolina's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-4472890899857885224?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4472890899857885224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=4472890899857885224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/4472890899857885224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/4472890899857885224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-hawk-down-section-3-this-section.html' title=''/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-8278200481102189365</id><published>2008-11-25T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:38:49.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Black Hawk Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Section 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought section 2 was much better than section one because of how the author moved the story along.  i was getting board from reading about them storming houses but when the black hawk went down i realized that the now we were getting into the real story.  I thought it was nice how the people on the ground and the people in the air took good care of each other.  When the infantry was in need of support the Choppers would help them out.  And When the choppers went down the men on the ground would go to help them.  I also didn't understand why the Hummers had to be told were to go by the commanders.  The spy planes could have told them just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-8278200481102189365?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8278200481102189365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=8278200481102189365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/8278200481102189365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/8278200481102189365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-hawk-down-section-2-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-1206313241755283448</id><published>2008-11-18T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:47:15.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Black Hawk Down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Section 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This book is a very hard read but it is a very good book.  i like how there is lots of action and adventure.  I wish they wouldn't talk so much about their past so much cause i would rather know what is going on in the present time not in the past.  I thought it was a good way for him to start the book by talking about how the guy fell out of the copter.  this book is very gory but has lots of information in it.  I also like how it is a true story actually happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-1206313241755283448?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1206313241755283448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=1206313241755283448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/1206313241755283448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/1206313241755283448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-hawk-down-section-1-this-book-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-2578289475715889743</id><published>2008-11-06T05:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T05:32:29.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Black Hawk Down- 1&lt;div&gt;The Boy in striped pajamas- 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Ask Alice-3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird- 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-2578289475715889743?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2578289475715889743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=2578289475715889743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/2578289475715889743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/2578289475715889743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-hawk-down-1-boy-in-striped.html' title=''/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-1699836181324150289</id><published>2008-10-28T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:05:01.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Long way Gone'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chapter 18-  i am so happy for ishmael for finally becoming normal again.  he talks to people about his feeling and is becoming less violent all the time.  It is so nice when they find his uncle and he Is really happy to see ishmael, since he never visited him before the war.  Ester is very nice to ishmael i like it when he accepts her as his temporary sister.  i also like when he talks about his father and his fathers family because it makes me feel like we are getting to know him even better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chapter 19-  I understand why he would be scared to renter a new family because of what he has been through but i think he will be able to do everything just fine.  I like how he went to the party and danced with himself but got sucked in to dancing with another person.  i can also understand why he wouldn't tell her about his past.  i also don't understand why the man who was interviewing him was laughing at him?  After the interview i didn't think that he would be picked but he was so thats good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chapter 20-Why didn't their guide tell them it was going to be cold in new york I hope we get to know more about the person that becomes his mom.  They sound like they where professional children discussing politics when they are in the meetings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chapter 21-i cant believe he left new york and went back to his home country.  When the gun shots went off i knew that the war had finely caught up to him.  He was very smart to leave the city and try to get to New york.  He has a good answer for the monkey question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-1699836181324150289?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1699836181324150289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=1699836181324150289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/1699836181324150289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/1699836181324150289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-18-i-am-so-happy-for-ishmael.html' title=''/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-3963206027145339381</id><published>2008-10-27T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:19:18.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chapter 15-this is a very happy chapter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To think that someone could get so used to so much violence.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is so sad that when they go to see their old commander that they want to hear about his war stories and how many people he has killed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the commander asked them to stay the night I knew that this was the moment where he could leave the army.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We don’t have many pages left so it is logical to realize his life is about to change for the better.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the Commander begun to choose who would stay and who would go, I was so happy for Ishmael.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was very smart to take his bayonet and a grenade just in case they ran into some rebels.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He could have asked a little nicer though.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They went though a lot of checkpoints.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the army boys got into a fight with the rebel boy I chuckled to my self.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t believe that the white people who where in charge thought that just because they took them to the city that they wouldn’t try to kill each other.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fight was very well written in the book I especially liked when his friend saved him from being killed in the middle of the battle. At least they where separated in the end.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chapter 16- they don’t have much respect for their elders.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They really need their drugs to keep moving in day-to-day life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Drugs and violence that is, I cant believe they would beat up people from the street just for fun.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t really understand why they took the mattresses out side and the people always brought them back in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chapter 17-&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;i don’t understand why they would tease him for having a girl friend.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You want to have a girl friend right?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is very nice to him I’m sure they are going to be great friends. I like the flash backs into his past it is very interesting and sad. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-3963206027145339381?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3963206027145339381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=3963206027145339381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/3963206027145339381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/3963206027145339381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-15-this-is-very-happy-chapter.html' title=''/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-2510858996472578635</id><published>2008-10-27T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T05:25:03.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Choice Novels</title><content type='html'>i will read any book that is non fiction, happy and not like things fall apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-2510858996472578635?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2510858996472578635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=2510858996472578635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/2510858996472578635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/2510858996472578635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2008/10/book-choice-novels.html' title='Book Choice Novels'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-3929471811171267924</id><published>2008-10-21T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:36:01.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 14 A Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chapter 14- in this chapter I realized that the government soldiers are almost as bad as the rebels.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They kill they don’t feel and they love to get high on drugs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I know what Mrs. P meant when she said there was some Rambo coming up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They where watching to movie to have fun and learn from a true professional.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But at least they don’t keep people as slaves and are killing the rebels.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;DON’T DO DRUGS KIDS LOOK WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-3929471811171267924?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3929471811171267924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=3929471811171267924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/3929471811171267924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/3929471811171267924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-14-in-this-chapter-i-realized.html' title='Chapter 14 A Long'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-7957376332567090414</id><published>2008-10-20T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:21:22.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapters 11-12-13</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chapter 11-This chapter was very sad.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t believe that he almost found his family but was minutes to late.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that Beah went crazy for a few minutes when he tried to kill Gasemu the banana picker guy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would agree with him that I would rather be reunited with my family for a little bit even if it risked death.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cant believe Gasemu was the only one to get shot when they where running from the rebels!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They where all very lucky to not get shot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chapter 12-the Beginning of this chapter was very graphic.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The part about the brain pulsating and the guy was still breathing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is just gross.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shoot the guy and put him out of his misery and just shoot him. I thought it was the rebels when the soldiers took Ishmael and his friends away.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When they took them to the village I realized that he wasn’t with the rebels but with the government soldiers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m glad he didn’t fight for the rebels but I don’t know if the people he is fighting for are the good guys or just another group of bad guys.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The soldiers seem to do a lot of marijuana smoking in the village.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The training they went through isn’t very long.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I guess since when they are actually in a battle they don’t really aim they just stick their gun over the hill and shot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chapter 13- When their boss gave them the day off of training I thought he was just being nice but he knew that most of the boys would die so he let them have a good last day before death.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They sure have lots of ammo at this village.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bet the white capsules are crack rocks.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder how long they just wait in the grass for the rebels.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder when he is finally going to get shot because he seems to be bullet proof.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing can hit him, even if he stands up in the middle of a war to pick up his dead friend.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He could have killed someone when he started shooting after his nightmare. The soldiers seem to really like durgs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-7957376332567090414?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7957376332567090414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=7957376332567090414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/7957376332567090414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/7957376332567090414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapters-11-12-13.html' title='Chapters 11-12-13'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-6304524070945807540</id><published>2008-10-13T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:39:12.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapters 7-8-9-10 A Long Way Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chapter 7- it’s a shame that they spent all that time on their farms and the rebels destroyed them all.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew that Beah would get separated from junior at some point in the book I just didn’t know it would be this soon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like how we get to see flashbacks of his life before the war. I’m glad he stayed to look for his brother.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I wouldn’t leave without looking for him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He seems to do a lot of village hopping.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nobody trusts anyone since the war has started.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The people in the river would have been a nice posy for him to travel with.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chapter 8- is he in the rainforest?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like how he sleeps in a tree that would be cool.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that the fruit he is eating is peaches but I don’t know for sure.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He talks a lot about his grandparents in this chapter and in other chapters.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know why he didn’t leave the forest earlier since he was so lonely.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Im glad he finally found some friends and I like the name “the seven boys”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t know people could be so afraid of seven boys that didn’t even have any guns.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chapter 9- its funny when they finally reach the ocean.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They think that there is a war going on or something like that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t understand why they run into every village they see.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If nobody likes teenage boys than why don’t they walk in very slowly and try not to freak anybody out? At first I didn’t know why they took their shoes but it makes sense.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The thing I don’t understand is why they didn’t walk in the water.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do they think that the waves are going to kill them?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The man that finds them is very nice.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why won’t anybody tell the boys their names? Rap Music saves them again!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(And people say it causes violence).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chapter 10- I can understand that Ishmael is getting very discouraged from not knowing where he is going.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He likes the moon a lot; I think he mentions it in every chapter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How do people come up with all of these stories of turtles cracking their shells and birds having feasts to spiders having skinny waists?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the boy fainted I thought he was going to die but the second time I knew he was dead.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m glad that he has almost found his family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-6304524070945807540?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6304524070945807540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=6304524070945807540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/6304524070945807540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/6304524070945807540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapters-7-8-9-10-long-way-gone.html' title='Chapters 7-8-9-10 A Long Way Gone'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-8922445857781931506</id><published>2008-10-07T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:58:12.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapters 4-5-6 A Long Way Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chapter 4-Why didn’t they eat the bananas raw.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We eat raw bananas all the time. (Cooked bananas would be nasty. Especially with salt.) I Cant believe that they went back to the town the rebels ambushed to get money.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would have rather stole the money than go back to where the rebels are.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Possessions aren’t as important as your life it isn’t worth it to try to save some clothes rather than your own life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why didn’t the little boy just drop the sack?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is amazing that his groups of friends haven’t been split up yet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have gone through so many situations but they always end up together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chapter 5- he does a good job of describing his discomfort but it would be better if it was less vivid.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew they where going to get captured by the rebels soon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is so horrible that the rebels would kill the weak ones in front of the strong ones to get them used to the killing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the rebel said the next ones on you I realize how horrible the rebels really are&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chapter 6-I’m glad that one of his friends found a family member and that they had a place to stay and get food but they need their sleep just as much as they need food and water.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t understand why Beah spent a whole chapter about them making farms though.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chapter 6 was too much like Things fall Apart&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-8922445857781931506?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8922445857781931506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=8922445857781931506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/8922445857781931506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/8922445857781931506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapters-4-5-6-long-way-gone.html' title='Chapters 4-5-6 A Long Way Gone'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-4520134769352492656</id><published>2008-10-06T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:53:02.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Way Gone Chapters 1-3</title><content type='html'>Chapter 1-I can’t believe that they even went back to their old home.  That is so brave of them and I don’t think that I would have been able to do that even though they only went halfway.  When Beah described the people that walked by him it made me so sad.  I had to take a break from the reading and do something else.  I’m glad he didn’t go all the way back to the village. If he had I have no doubt that he would have been killed or captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2-This chapter was very short and boring but it did show how when he got away from the war that it still when with him where ever he goes.  When he dreamed about the war and then reverts back to it during daily life it just shows how scared he was by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3-Wwhen the soldiers invaded the town it didn’t surprise me that the government soldiers abandoned ship.  I don’t understand why they would have set up the artillery in only one place and if you only put it in one place why put it by the river.  I’m surprised that the soldiers chased the villagers even after they escaped the village.  I cant believe they ran for so long at a dead sprint without getting tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-4520134769352492656?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4520134769352492656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=4520134769352492656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/4520134769352492656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/4520134769352492656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-way-gone-chapters-1-3.html' title='A Long Way Gone Chapters 1-3'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-1100201053278624806</id><published>2008-09-16T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T06:37:27.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okonkwo's veiw of women</title><content type='html'>In the book things fall apart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Okonkwo&lt;/span&gt; is scolded for not knowing the Ibo proverb that the mother is supreme.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Okonkwo&lt;/span&gt; ignores this throughout the book because he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;does n&lt;/span&gt;ot understand that you could actually love your wife.  He was mystified when he head about the husband and wife who died together.  He can’t believe that two people could love each other so much.  He thinks that women are weak.  He also thinks they are too emotional and that they are possessions that can be bought and sold to each other. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;does n&lt;/span&gt;ot understand that the man is not the whole family.  The child also loves their mother just as much as they love their father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-1100201053278624806?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1100201053278624806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=1100201053278624806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/1100201053278624806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/1100201053278624806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2008/09/okonkwos-veiw-of-women.html' title='Okonkwo&apos;s veiw of women'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-973123599789388610</id><published>2008-09-03T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T06:33:19.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okonkwo and what i think about him</title><content type='html'>I think that Okonkwo is a nice guy but he is afraid of becoming his father.  Once he gets his start he will probably become a nicer man.  I don’t think that he should beat his son but he should sit him down and talk to him so that his son knows what he is being beaten for.  Although every time we see his son in the story he is hard at work next to his father.  He also doesn’t want his wives to be selfish or lazy.  If she doesn’t work hard than she is just dead weight, she is just  another mouth to feed and she doesn’t help bring in any food.  She also is an example to his kids.  If they see there mom can get away being lazy they will also be lazy.  For example during the week of peace he beats his wife because she left to get her hair done.  He beat her because she didn’t make his dinner and she left all of her kids to the first wife and didn’t feed any of them.  So overall I think that Okonkwo is a nice guy but he is to afraid of becoming lazy like his father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-973123599789388610?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/973123599789388610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=973123599789388610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/973123599789388610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/973123599789388610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2008/09/okonkwo-and-what-i-think-about-him.html' title='Okonkwo and what i think about him'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-2239221885866127873</id><published>2008-08-26T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T06:30:14.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. and how his story will end</title><content type='html'>How The Story Will End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I believe that P.S will eventually turn himself in because that is the right thing to do.  When he does I think he will go to the Latin teacher and tell him the whole story.  The teacher will be very disappointed that he cheated on the test but very proud of him for turning himself in.  He will also wonder why he wouldn’t cheat on the whole test and get an A but just cheat on part and get a C.  The teachers will cal his dad and tell his dad what his son had done.  When his dad finds out he will be very disappointed in him and not let him go to Colorado.  Charlie will also be disappointed about how they can’t go to Colorado together.  I think that P.S. and his father are going to have a talk on how P.S. has had to much pressure on himself.  I bet that P.S. will never cheat again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-2239221885866127873?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2239221885866127873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=2239221885866127873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/2239221885866127873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/2239221885866127873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2008/08/ps-and-how-his-story-will-end.html' title='P.S. and how his story will end'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-5986276233251806985</id><published>2008-08-22T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T05:59:12.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fillins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The last meal i had at a restaurant was&lt;/span&gt; a subway sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Homework &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is something i intensely dislike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The full moon&lt;/span&gt; was big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Quit "Micky Mousin Around" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is one of my favorite local expressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Sometimes it is best to&lt;/span&gt; go  with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Get Smart" is one of the best movies Ive seen this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As for the weekend, tonight i'm looking forward to&lt;/span&gt; sleeping, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomorrow my plans include&lt;/span&gt; soccer, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and sunday i want to go &lt;/span&gt;swimming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-5986276233251806985?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5986276233251806985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=5986276233251806985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/5986276233251806985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/5986276233251806985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-fillins.html' title='Friday Fillins'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-4726752248695287410</id><published>2008-08-21T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:09:03.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impressions</title><content type='html'>Impressions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Sometimes first impressions aren't the best. On my very first soccer team there was a kid named C.J. I got the impression that he was a geek and weird because no one talked to him and everyone left him alone. As the season wore on he became one of my closest friends on my team.  He had played on my soccer team until last year when I left the team to go to a different club.&lt;br /&gt;      Also on the first day of 6th grade there was a kid from Ireland that I thought was really dorky.  Then in the second week of school I realized that he was actually a really funny guy.  I sat with him at lunch and he became my best friend throughout my middle school career.  He is still a very good friend even though he now goes to Park Tudor.  He told me that he thought that thought the same thing about me that I thought about him.  He said that once he learned that I played soccer he realized that I could be one of his good friends. I invited him to try out for my team in Zionsville.&lt;br /&gt;    He tried out for my team and made it.  When he met C.J. he thought the same thing I did, that he was weird and a loner. Just like I did, he eventually realized that C.J. was one of the nicest people one our team.  Sometimes first impressions aren’t the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-4726752248695287410?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4726752248695287410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=4726752248695287410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/4726752248695287410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/4726752248695287410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2008/08/impressions-on-my-vary-first-soccer.html' title='First Impressions'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801828385637028153.post-971040170904011983</id><published>2008-08-21T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T05:33:53.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cites with a hawkeye</title><content type='html'>Readers Response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This article was a very good article for us to read since many of us use a Face Book or Myspace. Many people view these pages of us every day. I believe colleges have a point that what we do now will affect us for the rest of our lives.  It also projects an everlasting image of the people we are seen with and how we act around the areas we are in most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I do believe that the schools can enforce certain rules that limit what you can post online. The schools, however, should only have that right if its students sign a consent form or if it is a requirement to go to that school. Although it is a public site there should be some limits on what they can prevent you from doing. Believe that schools shouldn’t have to stop you from posting an inappropriate picture because you should know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There are many more ways of viewing this article but I believe that The University Of Iowa has the right ideas about how to keep a good image of their school even with sites like Face Book and Myspace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801828385637028153-971040170904011983?l=myblogcthomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/971040170904011983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801828385637028153&amp;postID=971040170904011983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/971040170904011983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801828385637028153/posts/default/971040170904011983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogcthomas.blogspot.com/2008/08/cites-with-hawkeye.html' title='cites with a hawkeye'/><author><name>Co</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15856169722015567984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96pyAJAnQcU/ScmPbxdX8wI/AAAAAAAAACc/yGSk2KQibf4/S220/ac-milan-wallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
