<?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-1751182134146713043</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:49:53.054-08:00</updated><category term='ELA'/><category term='E.L.A'/><title type='text'>Chantel's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-7198456197191074543</id><published>2009-06-08T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:03:03.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>A Filmmaker's Reflection</title><content type='html'>This unit I learned about the Hub and making documentaries. Honestly, at first I didn't know what the Hub was. When you do learn about it, you would want to make changes about it to make something that is worth changing. If you are still learning what the Hub is, the Hub is 3rd Ave and 149 St. It's an area where you shop where the prices are cheap. This is a place that will help the economy and help the people to get jobs. My goal for this documentary is to work hard to at least accomplish something that we are trying to do to make the Hub a better a place to shop and by doing that we are persuading people to see the stuff we could actually do to this place. What I want the people to do when they see my documentary and my site is shopping at the Hub and visiting more often then they do to show other people that is a good place to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do believe kids can inspire and change the world because every kid have a potential to do anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751182134146713043-7198456197191074543?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/7198456197191074543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=7198456197191074543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/7198456197191074543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/7198456197191074543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2009/06/filmmakers-reflection.html' title='A Filmmaker&apos;s Reflection'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-3591884906441776506</id><published>2009-04-27T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:55:49.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Introducing Documentaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Storm:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I think they had to do to make this documentary is to try to find people who could act very good,  also where they want the setting to be . I noticed what they used was text telling us why they made this documentary at the beginning and at the end where they show actor name and that was a good idea so if i got confused it told me their name, like who was acting who. Also they use colors at first, it was black and white when he was getting bully and it ended up with colors when he ended his pain and give up on life. Although I have to say my favorite part was when he hit the wall and started to bleed just because their faces turn into a question like what had they done, but i still haven't gotten why they still bully him. If I would of made this documentary I would of change the actors and made them real people that had been bully and had feel the emotions of getting bully and I would of the text more heart-rending and make people feel the pain and make them want to change something at least.  I think this response to this documentaries is different than my other response to a book or newspaper because is base on a kid who has been bully and for the fact that i am a student, i wont like the feeling of getting bully so I do think this topic is more important because i am a child and I know if I do get bully I would of end up destroying my life .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751182134146713043-3591884906441776506?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/3591884906441776506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=3591884906441776506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/3591884906441776506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/3591884906441776506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2009/04/introducing-documentaries.html' title='Introducing Documentaries'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-935760861679016832</id><published>2009-04-23T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T06:08:24.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Book club Responded</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The dairy of Anne Frank is mostly about her feelings and where she wrote her experiences that happen to her during this period. She had no one that she trust to talk to, or have any one at all that she could talk to. Anne thought’s effect many people life and It’s change many other people. This Dairy is very touching to people but mostly for teen ages girl. Anne is a normal girl who went through a lot to survey but sadly she didn’t make it but her father did. What happen was that Anne and her family went through hiding because the Nazi attack where they were living and they had no choise but go into hiding or if not they were going to send them to a camp where they kept all the jews. They were hiding for many years and they were so close to survey because the war was ending, but instead the Nazi caught them and took them away. Anne frank father had a chance to stay because he was part of the army but he couldn’t let his family go so he went also. The Nazi took them to the camp and days had pass and each day part of Anne family were dying. Anne, had almost made to freedom but then she had died for catching a disdaste that she was surveying of hungry. As the few day’s pass the war end, Anne would of stayed alive if she could of survey the disise that she had ., but instead her father made it through and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's many people that I could give in example that do have the same problem or life situation of Anne Frank, For example I could say that I am an a example just because what she was going through at the beginning could relate to me. She and her mother doesn't get along or her sister but step for her father. Although she live in a different place and where she form is different but how she feel and how she act around her friend and when she is with no one she feel this pain that no one know but her self or her dairy. Also, the way that she take out her feeling is writing but instead I draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751182134146713043-935760861679016832?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/935760861679016832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=935760861679016832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/935760861679016832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/935760861679016832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-club-responded.html' title='Book club Responded'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-5711803754867022645</id><published>2009-03-25T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:47:35.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>My short Story introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_od7hUunUn5M/SVZWxHi8MhI/AAAAAAAAABo/9rs7I198Dbg/s320/depressing+moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_od7hUunUn5M/SVZWxHi8MhI/AAAAAAAAABo/9rs7I198Dbg/s320/depressing+moment.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie fasten the door on her mother face, all you could of seen on the wooden floor was a poodle of tear’s. She looked around, and sat on the floor, as you heard her whisper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;seriously, i despise my life, it’s abashed that I talk to a teddy bear&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Why can’t this women understand what I am growing through&lt;/i&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i could see why, because her mother could try her best to get something out of Katie but every time you see her, Katie remind quite. it was cruel for her to slam the door in her face , but for her, it was worth it for the meaning that she didn't want to see anyone for the cause that happen today in school.&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon i saw her sauntering through the school hallway, with a emotion written all over her face, is like when i gaze at her i could feel her pain that she is going through. I&lt;br /&gt;guess i am the only person in this whole creepy, shadowy, dusty school that understand her. Katie as told me once that she picture us, the students as monster gazing at her and that she has before drew picture to take out her unpleasant thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751182134146713043-5711803754867022645?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/5711803754867022645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=5711803754867022645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/5711803754867022645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/5711803754867022645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-short-story-introduction.html' title='My short Story introduction'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_od7hUunUn5M/SVZWxHi8MhI/AAAAAAAAABo/9rs7I198Dbg/s72-c/depressing+moment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-2366907333881333777</id><published>2009-03-24T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:40:44.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Dairy Of Anne Frank.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rentaboatamsterdam.com/anne-frank-diamond-factory-canal-cruise/images/anne-frank-diamond-factory-canal-cruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own Words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne frank is a normal teen girl, she might be different to other's in the pass but if you get into her place and understand her feeling and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thought's&lt;/span&gt; you would see that she not different. She experiences me and many other people, i could say that she is a other me. I learn A lot About her and Honestly i love learning about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rentaboatamsterdam.com/anne-frank-diamond-factory-canal-cruise/images/anne-frank-diamond-factory-canal-cruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 221px;" src="http://www.rentaboatamsterdam.com/anne-frank-diamond-factory-canal-cruise/images/anne-frank-diamond-factory-canal-cruise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Kitty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, i am talking to my self because if i don't chat i guess people not going to get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; by me. It seem everyone is happy when i don't, other wise it better that people don't hear my own opinion,  i don't think my opinion is stupid or anything but other's do. I am laying down with a feeling of miserable just because there's no really freedom for me, i wish that the light will come already. Every morning i open a inch of my window to get a fresh air and cause of that it keep me awake and when someone come from the outside i can't stop my self of thinking, just looking at them with coldness and their red face ... I know kitty sometime i don't understand myself etheir, Although that enough of writing for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Anne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(53, 28, 117);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751182134146713043-2366907333881333777?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/2366907333881333777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=2366907333881333777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/2366907333881333777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/2366907333881333777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2009/03/dairy-of-anne-frank.html' title='Dairy Of Anne Frank.'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-5042421473200965468</id><published>2009-02-26T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:11:09.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Sonnet Poem 29 - William shakespear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.citynews.ca/images/2007-04/apr2507-shakespeare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.citynews.ca/images/2007-04/apr2507-shakespeare.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; The sonnet poem 29 made by William &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; had transform and reorder people life's. The theme of this poem is gloomy, depressed and also not having someone there, i know this because according to a video  there this man called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Daniel McCall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. Daniel is 81 years old, He talked  about how this poem helped him in life such as when he in a inferior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; like when he was is war, and other bad part, he keep this whole poem in his head saying it over and over. I also understand him how he felt so alone because he's mother died when he was 8months and that is really hard to grow up without a mother there. My life compares to this poem because i feel i am the outcast and Wishing i did had more hope in life and in myself. Although i have a family and of course a mother i just have a feeling that i am the only person in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751182134146713043-5042421473200965468?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/5042421473200965468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=5042421473200965468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/5042421473200965468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/5042421473200965468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2009/02/sonnet-poem-29-william-shakespear.html' title='Sonnet Poem 29 - William shakespear'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-60672996300866621</id><published>2009-02-24T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:18:09.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Still l Rise by maya angelou</title><content type='html'>This poem relate to one of my themes in my own life because it seem like someone hate her, hurting her feeling's but  also treating her like badly and still she rise up high without giving up although that is what she trying to say,  from that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quote&lt;/span&gt; it helps in life.&lt;br /&gt;This poem also relate to a poem called " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the bruised love" By Chankara Troupe &lt;/span&gt;because like how her boyfriend is abusing her she keeps getting up until she get rather him but if it takes long, she would keep trying even if it takes months until at the end she is not with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751182134146713043-60672996300866621?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/60672996300866621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=60672996300866621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/60672996300866621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/60672996300866621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-l-rise-by-maya-angelou.html' title='Still l Rise by maya angelou'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-5676960542485956011</id><published>2009-02-12T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:01:56.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751182134146713043-5676960542485956011?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/5676960542485956011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=5676960542485956011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/5676960542485956011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/5676960542485956011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-3023363419581210708</id><published>2009-02-06T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:43:34.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Reading Responses to Bronx masquerade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is painful, There's a girl named Chankara and her sister that get abused of their boyfriend, and Chankara just don't want to go through what her sister is going through. Even reading about her makes me feel the pain, and the problems she's having such as her poem that she did named "busted love". This poem is about when her sister came to the house with all these type of bruised.. and she picture how it happen to her. These poem feeling is very heartbroken, hurt, and depressing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of friend's that is going through this problem and just don't know how to deal with it and wishing that it could change. I hate when i see them like that because it hurt me i just wish that i could to the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751182134146713043-3023363419581210708?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/3023363419581210708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=3023363419581210708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/3023363419581210708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/3023363419581210708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2009/02/reading-responses-to-bronx-masquerade.html' title='Reading Responses to Bronx masquerade'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-6559907162495647176</id><published>2009-02-05T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:04:43.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>My poem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PAINFUL LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By:Chantel Batista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking back to our &lt;br /&gt;                 Pass, &lt;br /&gt;We had light to our &lt;br /&gt;                  Love...&lt;br /&gt;We had much more love then we have now,&lt;br /&gt;and i keep asking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Why is he treating me &lt;br /&gt;                 Like this?&lt;br /&gt;Why is he not telling me how he &lt;br /&gt;                  Feel?&lt;br /&gt;Why can he just give me the smile he use to put&lt;br /&gt;I miss hearing you telling me i love you &lt;br /&gt;               With full of joy...&lt;br /&gt;I hate when i am the one who need to fix our problem.&lt;br /&gt;Who need to run after to you, because you wont for me.&lt;br /&gt;Just please understand for once, and tell me&lt;br /&gt;If you  really love me when your aren't there, and ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you walk away without telling me &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        that means you never really cared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751182134146713043-6559907162495647176?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/6559907162495647176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=6559907162495647176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/6559907162495647176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/6559907162495647176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-poem.html' title='My poem.'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-7837638425587732885</id><published>2009-02-05T19:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:28:41.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mdw.typepad.com/.a/6a00df3520b9a28833010534a3b53b970b-320wi"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 370px;" src="http://mdw.typepad.com/.a/6a00df3520b9a28833010534a3b53b970b-320wi" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the message of this poem is being dauntless and brave in font of death, no matter who you are, what you done, and what age you are. For example,  when the poet say "Do not go gentle into the good night , rage, rage against the dying of the light .  It's telling us don't fear death, nor don't against the good night to the light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Also, to Show us that he is concerned about this issue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; "&gt;What the poet is doing is making us clear about this assured message. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1751182134146713043-7837638425587732885?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/7837638425587732885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=7837638425587732885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/7837638425587732885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/7837638425587732885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night.html' title='Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-8248194443121590133</id><published>2009-02-05T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:05:01.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Poetry Responses to Bronx Masquerade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/5189ZMGMF3L._SL500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 475px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/5189ZMGMF3L._SL500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; "&gt;What i think about the one of the character Tyrone is seriously apathetic, He doesn't care about his future, he picture school as a "joke". My inferences about Tyrone that how he have a lot going on, he put his problems to his future and just want to give up on life, I learn about him is that when someone tell him a advise, he takes it like a bad comment,but the white folks only want the best for him, Although the way he take thing's from his mind is by writing poems such as the poem a made called Attendance. I do connect to this poem because hes attendance is imperfect just like mine, i understand what he goes through, in view of the fact that what i am going through, hes going through it now, i have a lot of comment between tyrone and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751182134146713043-8248194443121590133?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/8248194443121590133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=8248194443121590133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/8248194443121590133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/8248194443121590133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2009/02/poetry-responses-to-bronx-masquerade_05.html' title='Poetry Responses to Bronx Masquerade'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-4661675997257287828</id><published>2009-02-03T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:57:05.759-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Stopping by the woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Olympus/1487/Onehorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Olympus/1487/Onehorse.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Olympus/1487/Onehorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The mood that this poem created, is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wearily&lt;/span&gt; because he have a lot of stuff to do, and he can't rest.The device that i noticed that he use is Personification, he repeat himself in the end of the poem because he saying to himself like "wow, i still have a long way to go. 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I could connect to the poem feeling because sometimes i feel like i have a lot of work i need to get done, and seriously i just want some time to rest, but i don't have the time to do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I could infer that the speaker is drained because everything he describe something, he describe it like is tired to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; things over and over , Its equivalently when i have a lot of work in school, and there's still more work that i haven't done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1751182134146713043-4661675997257287828?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/4661675997257287828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=4661675997257287828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/4661675997257287828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/4661675997257287828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2009/02/stopping-by-woods.html' title='Stopping by the woods'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-5497064984719181961</id><published>2009-02-02T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:35:41.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>braver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The inference i could make about this poem is that she want to do something new, and not the same boring thing every day. The best describes how the poet is feeling is fearlessness because of that i could connect to this poem because i complain about what i do every single day, and i want to have  The meaning of this poem is making a fuss about everything, and what something to change, although she have a thought that some day something would change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751182134146713043-5497064984719181961?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/5497064984719181961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=5497064984719181961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/5497064984719181961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/5497064984719181961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2009/02/braver.html' title='braver'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-2856535519396254448</id><published>2009-01-29T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:39:09.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E.L.A'/><title type='text'>O Captain! My Captain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/TheTropics/7557/cook_death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 391px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/TheTropics/7557/cook_death.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aboutabrahamlincoln.com/Abraham_Lincoln_photo_portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aboutabrahamlincoln.com/Abraham_Lincoln_photo_portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The message of this poem is to not forget Lincoln also it's awful because he didn't see what he accomplished. The mood of the poem created is upset and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accomplish&lt;/span&gt; because he didn't get to see what he did. They know him as a captain because he lead them like a captain would of .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Us, The people that are living now, are unhappy but also pound because he didn't quite see what he change, but we are pound that he took the chance to help us. And that what the Poem is trying to say, Because of him "The ship is anchord safe and sound. &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/1751182134146713043-2856535519396254448?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/2856535519396254448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=2856535519396254448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/2856535519396254448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/2856535519396254448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-captain-my-captain.html' title='O Captain! My Captain!'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-1995071146608371557</id><published>2009-01-23T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:36:16.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Inaugural Poem Response</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;When my teacher stand there and just reading this poem, I felt like, "Wow, look how this women is telling us step by step how things changed from the past to now." Although my emotion to this poem is very thankful because if it wasn't for these people I wouldn't be here where I am now. This poem does relate to Obama life and the inauguration because this poem is all about hope and love but also because all these type of people died for this day to come so a black man could be a elected as president.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751182134146713043-1995071146608371557?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/1995071146608371557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=1995071146608371557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/1995071146608371557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/1995071146608371557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2009/01/inaugural-poem-response.html' title='Inaugural Poem Response'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-1467965297281445671</id><published>2008-12-11T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:12:05.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E.L.A'/><title type='text'>To my parents: What I've learned so far in ELA this year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dear Mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;        This year been not so good, but is getting better, My best or let's say favorite unit was the memoir unit, when we needed to write a essay about a time of your life. The biggest accomplishments that i am making my ELA so far this year is getting more correct answer in my practice ELA test and also trying to get my attendance right. Our school is different as you see, we use technology in almost all the classes, I have learn more stuff then i originally knew before, Like how to do Power Points, And how also how to do Presentation on google doc, and More websites that i never even heard before, that could help my grade, Technology help me learn and improve not only for now, but for my future. its help me on my writing because you could share with people and get your feedback, and also it help on my typing. My goals for the rest of the school year is working and finishing my work, and also get my grades back how i use to have it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751182134146713043-1467965297281445671?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/1467965297281445671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=1467965297281445671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/1467965297281445671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/1467965297281445671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-my-parents-what-ive-learned-so-far.html' title='To my parents: What I&apos;ve learned so far in ELA this year?'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-6938253221933162347</id><published>2008-11-17T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:36:30.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E.L.A'/><title type='text'>Character Unit Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do people ever really change ? Well, yes they do change, more ever i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;consider that they have a habit to change because there's nor one person that haven't change. People have different type of reason why they do; like if someone they really love want them to change, or if they want a different life and want the best for them and their life and not even its not always a good reason there other's that are ambitious and then next to thing you know they become lazy. For example, One of my Classmate Jonathan M. just  looking at 6th grade to 7th grade was really great work, and now he doesn't even step into the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751182134146713043-6938253221933162347?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/6938253221933162347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=6938253221933162347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/6938253221933162347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/6938253221933162347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2008/11/character-unit-intro.html' title='Character Unit Intro'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-7773762786801210439</id><published>2008-10-15T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:12:32.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E.L.A'/><title type='text'>Reading Reponse: Questioning</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Skinny Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who is JFK?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why people are losing they jobs so fast?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What other changes barack obama wants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Fat Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is Barack Obama  concern on the college student to vote?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why Barack Obama wants long-term plan for making sure that student loans?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why now people wants everything to change? why didn't they make change before?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751182134146713043-7773762786801210439?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/7773762786801210439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=7773762786801210439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/7773762786801210439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/7773762786801210439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2008/10/reading-reponse-questioning.html' title='Reading Reponse: Questioning'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-2613516248244616457</id><published>2008-10-15T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:12:47.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E.L.A'/><title type='text'>RAFT: This land is your land</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How does the information in the box "A Day in  the life (of me!)" help the reader understand the article?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The information in the box "A Day in the life (of me) help me as the reader understand the article by seeing what she does in her lifetime, mean well it also shows details about the daily tasks that she takes hour by hour , like what time she does this and does that For example, if the reader ask them selves when do she start doing her chores,  the box tells me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751182134146713043-2613516248244616457?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/2613516248244616457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=2613516248244616457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/2613516248244616457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/2613516248244616457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2008/10/raft-this-land-is-your-land.html' title='RAFT: This land is your land'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751182134146713043.post-5033157278241736928</id><published>2008-10-08T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:02:45.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E.L.A'/><title type='text'>Reading Reponse #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Laurie Halse Anderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Melinda is the type of girl that I could relate myself with. When I started to read this book I had a flash back on what i use to be, a shy girl with no friends well, basically i was the outcast like she was also. The engaging story that I am reading is about a girl and her first day in high school. She was nerves how it was going to go and hoping that she will make eye contact with a stranger but so far it was going bad, ever since she got in the bus. The last stop she noticed that she was the only person who was siting alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story connect when It was my first day I went to school, even though I'm not in high school yet, but I had the same feeling that she did, For example Her old friend's hate her for a reason and now all of a sudden they don't talk to her and her opinion is there's no use for explaining to her parents; they never known what her life is really like and that's the short way to explain what I think of my parents. For me, I think everyone who don't have no one should read this book so then they wont feel that they are the only one who doesn't have no one, and rather of thinking that, they should follow Melinda steps instead of just feeling bad for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751182134146713043-5033157278241736928?l=chantel802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/feeds/5033157278241736928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751182134146713043&amp;postID=5033157278241736928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/5033157278241736928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751182134146713043/posts/default/5033157278241736928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chantel802.blogspot.com/2008/10/reading-reponse-1.html' title='Reading Reponse #1'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469088701350091653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
