<?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-5256864541911209763</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:04:31.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little E's Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>littie E's 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/S_F4kL9fdMI/AAAAAAAAACM/ei6Ma8qlhpE/s1600/SCAN0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/S_F4kL9fdMI/AAAAAAAAACM/ei6Ma8qlhpE/s320/SCAN0201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472287585313191106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was hot, it it the time of the day the sun is highest  in the sky. My name is professor Glechenstine but most people call me Emma. I am looking for a new species that will save my darer-air from being fired. Along the rain forest edge. He was mighty, he is part crab part woolly rat, we call  his species Wolly Crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256864541911209763-2608350701932199584?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/2608350701932199584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2010/05/once-pone-time-there-was-very-ugly-crab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/2608350701932199584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/2608350701932199584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2010/05/once-pone-time-there-was-very-ugly-crab.html' title=''/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/S_F4kL9fdMI/AAAAAAAAACM/ei6Ma8qlhpE/s72-c/SCAN0201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-9174725225531665089</id><published>2010-05-05T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T07:58:22.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science</title><content type='html'>The circulatory system delivers important materials throughout you body. The respiratory system's job is to take in oxygen which body cells need and to get rid of carbon dioxide, a was gas.The digestive system's job is to break down the food. The excretory system's job is to take certain wastes from the blood and remove them from the body as urine. Our bodies are beautiful working machines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256864541911209763-9174725225531665089?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/9174725225531665089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2010/05/science.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/9174725225531665089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/9174725225531665089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2010/05/science.html' title='Science'/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-3215875721969376132</id><published>2010-04-05T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T06:15:49.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Have you ever wondered if the TAKS can or can't help you achieve your goal? I mostly did, more or less. Well lets think about the question. I think the TAKS test can help you because it challenges you. We need to be challenged because if we were lazy all the time then we would never know what we could be capable of. Also I don't think it can be helpful for some things like, if you have test anxiety have a 50% 50% chance of failing and passing, but a wise man once told me, "Its all in you mind."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256864541911209763-3215875721969376132?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/3215875721969376132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2010/04/future-quest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/3215875721969376132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/3215875721969376132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2010/04/future-quest.html' title='Future Quest'/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-3354009966538310588</id><published>2010-03-29T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T06:23:41.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well what I did for 25% of the time was sleep, sleep, and sleep. For another 15% of the time I watched T.V.  A different 15% of the time I played video games, and I guess that's it, I feel ready to do my best on the Big Ugly!! I am going to do my best to beat, the Big Ugly dun dun dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Big Ugly- TAKS test)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256864541911209763-3354009966538310588?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/3354009966538310588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/3354009966538310588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/3354009966538310588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-8306174943601359474</id><published>2010-03-22T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:46:17.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming back from spring break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am honestly glad to be back to school, and ready to kick some honey buns! (TAKS Test butt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet,'Trebuchet MS',Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I am a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;skittish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; about the TAKS test, but I also feel prepared I really don't want to take the test because I am scared out of my skins, on a scale of 1 to 10 on confident level I feel about 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Trebuchet,'Trebuchet MS',Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we shouldn't have to take the test because some of us have test anxiety, that makes us test very badly. Even if someone has straight A's all year, they can still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Trebuchet,'Trebuchet MS',Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Trebuchet,'Trebuchet MS',Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet,'Trebuchet MS',Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I graduate from college I think I will at least try to get people who have test anxiety to be able to test alone and with the test in parts.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet,'Trebuchet MS',Arial,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   We all have voices ware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it counts, we all have needs so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fill them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet,'Trebuchet MS',Arial,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5256864541911209763-8306174943601359474?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/8306174943601359474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2010/03/coming-back-from-spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/8306174943601359474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/8306174943601359474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2010/03/coming-back-from-spring-break.html' title='Coming back from spring break'/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-9130692419295054143</id><published>2010-03-01T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T06:34:14.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Did This Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Saturday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got up on  Saturday and opened a pop sat on my couch and watched T.V. till my nephew got up. When he finale got up at 9:00AM I started to play with him. I stoped playing with him at 11:00A.m. When he took a nap I asked my mom if we could go see a move she said, ''yes'' then we set off to see &lt;i&gt;The Princess And The Frog&lt;/i&gt;. It was a great mov&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;e I loved it a lot, so did my mom. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got up on Sunday I got some clothes on, then I went down stairs to play our Play Station 2,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brave The Search for Spirt Dancer, &lt;/i&gt;after my sister got up she asked me if I wanted to go to the moves, then I said, ''yes.'' Then she asked my other sister she said, ''sure why not.'' Then we went to ask my mom she said, ''fine'' When we looked to see witch mov&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;e was playing half of us said, ''&lt;i&gt;New Moon''  &lt;/i&gt;and half of  us said, ''&lt;i&gt;9''&lt;/i&gt; the move when we finale set off (with my nephew) we all went our separate ways and watched our mov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;es.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5256864541911209763-9130692419295054143?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/9130692419295054143/comments/default' 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After I was done I realized to check my backpack. I went to get my mom to sigh everything she needed to sigh. Thirdly I wanted to take a nap so I took a nap for a few hours. When I woke up I watched more T.V. till I was ready to go to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Next day below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First I woke up on Sunday around 9:45 and went down stairs to get a glass of milk. When I was done with that my nephew got up, his name is Dayne. He always wants to play so I played with him. After that I went to the move area to look for a move. After that I went up stairs to my bed room to watch the move I picked out. When I found out my VCR was broken I asked my mom if it was okay to watch in her room. But when I found out my mom's VCR was trash, she asked me if I wanted to go shopping for a new VCR, so I did. When we got home then I watched my move and my mom took a nap, when all that was all over we all went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/5256864541911209763-7499051013113634963?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/7499051013113634963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2010/02/about-my-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/7499051013113634963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/7499051013113634963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2010/02/about-my-weekend.html' title='About My Weekend'/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-1528016154948787049</id><published>2010-02-18T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:04:24.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President's Day 1860 Presidential Election</title><content type='html'>If I was a white senator from Alabama would I vote for Lincoln. Sure, sure I am okay with that guy. He hates savory so I am going to vote for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256864541911209763-1528016154948787049?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/1528016154948787049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-i-was-white-senator-from-alabama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/1528016154948787049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/1528016154948787049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-i-was-white-senator-from-alabama.html' title='President&apos;s Day 1860 Presidential Election'/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-1091825386141678197</id><published>2010-02-18T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:08:16.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President's Day 1860 Presidential Election</title><content type='html'>If I was a abolitionist from Massachusetts, would I vote for Abe Lincoln. Maybe I am not sure about that guy, he just feels not right he gives me goosebumps. But he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; slaves so yeah sure why not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256864541911209763-1091825386141678197?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/1091825386141678197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2010/02/presidents-day-1860-presidential_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/1091825386141678197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/1091825386141678197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2010/02/presidents-day-1860-presidential_18.html' title='President&apos;s Day 1860 Presidential Election'/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-6408404098022286208</id><published>2010-02-17T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T06:30:48.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President's Day 1860 Presidential Election.</title><content type='html'>If I was a African-American farmer from Massachusetts, would I vote for Lincoln in a heart beat. Well I would vote for him because of his words, they were honest, heart felt, and just plan awesome, if I work I should get the money I need to be free from this, this, this unnatural place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256864541911209763-6408404098022286208?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/6408404098022286208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2010/02/presidents-day-1860-presidential.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/6408404098022286208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/6408404098022286208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2010/02/presidents-day-1860-presidential.html' title='President&apos;s Day 1860 Presidential Election.'/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-7574969585006201195</id><published>2010-02-08T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:08:13.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/S3A22Y5HI6I/AAAAAAAAACE/I8GXi32ycto/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dear diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My son is back, and oh how my heart has been lifted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My brother didn't make it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so depressed for that reason.&lt;br /&gt;My only hope is that his vision of freedom will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;become a reality. Or else he died in vain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least I have his necklace to remember him by.&lt;br /&gt;His necklace is a locket with our pictures in it.&lt;br /&gt;It was gold the shape was a heart with energy lines.&lt;br /&gt;When you felt it you would feel our good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how I will miss the way he smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;His smile was the only thing that kept me happy all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will miss the way he teased me when we were children.&lt;br /&gt;Those were some wild times back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what will my son do he was the father he never had.&lt;br /&gt;His father died coming home from the market.&lt;br /&gt;The months for my son were dreadful he was only five when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is my son I will worry about the most, will he open up to me?&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't what shall I do.&lt;br /&gt;When he was little we used to have talks out on the deck,&lt;br /&gt;the deck was brown, with a couch and a old rocking chair. &lt;br /&gt;But now the deck is trash from the war.&lt;br /&gt;it was burned down it smells like burnt peace of toast.&lt;br /&gt;I start to wonder, was this all necessary.&lt;br /&gt;I mean the war was it really worth it.&lt;br /&gt;These things are the things are what weigh the most on my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;  I will just have to sow for money I have been told I have a talent.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I can sow very well, bonnets, cliques, dresses you name it.&lt;br /&gt;We barley have enough  money for food I don't think we will buy land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We will have to re build half of every city and we have nineteen city's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My part in the rebuilding process will be deciding where the buildings go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;As for the land we won I am going to build a dream house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;For next Independence day I am going to celebrate with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;a party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;With berry's, iced tea, lemonade, and ribs lots and lots of ribs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;When I talked to my son I asked him what did he see,smell, and hear.&lt;br /&gt;He was silent for a moment, then he said in a soft meaningful voice,&lt;br /&gt;"Lots of dead and a whole lot of free men."&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; know exactly what that means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256864541911209763-5744495848973459969?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/5744495848973459969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-back-from-war.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/5744495848973459969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/5744495848973459969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-back-from-war.html' title='They&apos;re Back From War'/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-8231365650313568677</id><published>2009-12-02T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:53:22.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off To The War</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Day #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lizzy,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only three days till my son and brother are off to the war against great Britain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In that time we are going to spend all our time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a scared for them.&lt;br /&gt;At lest George Washington will be there to protect them.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish Britain didn't have to be so mean.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to fight for freedom when my son and brother are off to war.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be fighting for the Intolerable Acts to be recalled.&lt;br /&gt;This war needs to happen because we need to have freedom.&lt;br /&gt;I feel mad about all the things that Britain has done to us.&lt;br /&gt;I want to take my son and brother to the beach and watch the sun set, it mite be the last time I get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;I pray every day I get the chance&lt;br /&gt;your friend, Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #2&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lizzy,&lt;br /&gt;We are at the beach watching the sunset, I wish you could be here.&lt;br /&gt;We will have to go home in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoined it.&lt;br /&gt;with love, Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #3&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lizzy&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day this is the day I've been dreading.&lt;br /&gt;As I pack for him I remember all the good times we had.&lt;br /&gt;As I give my last kiss I say "I love you" I shead a tear and say "good bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart broken friend, Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5256864541911209763-8231365650313568677?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/8231365650313568677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/12/off-to-war.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/8231365650313568677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/8231365650313568677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/12/off-to-war.html' title='Off To The War'/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-7534876314495465149</id><published>2009-11-05T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:15:17.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>West Africans, what would it be like to be one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a West African doing a normal day's work. &lt;i&gt;Crash Boom&lt;/i&gt;! What was that sound? It's the white men, they've come to take us away! I've only heard stories about them. What will they do to us?''&lt;i&gt;Hey, hey &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;let go of me !! '' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Where am I? Who are these people? '&lt;/span&gt;You're in the Middle Passage,'' a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;sick scratchy voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;. ''What's going on? Who are you?'' My name is Jojo and &lt;/span&gt;I'm a slave and so are you. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Those are the words that made me scream. The waves are unbearable. I can't move at all, if I do I'll bump my head." I need to go to the restroom Jojo". "Then go'' says Jojo. By the way Jojo, where are we going? "I have no idea" says Jojo. ''What !! you don't know where we are going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nope and niether does anyone else. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;FINE THEN BE THAT WAY !!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Supper! Get it while it's slop"&lt;/em&gt; a white man calls out. I got the nerve to say " where are we going?"  Everyone looked around in terror. The white man looked shocked. What did you say, magget, an angry voice said. Nothing Mr. Lifegiver sir, everyone shouted. Two years passed and each doing the same thing, get up at who knows what time, transition to rowing, slop time, then bathroom, upchuck, row, bathroom again, and sleep. &lt;em&gt;Shwash splash, woah, woah. Land Ho!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The white men came in to our part of the ship.  They handcuffed us with these wierd, cold metal items. They made us go one by one by one onto the land they call Americo (it is really called America).  I have never heard such a strange word as Americo.  They said they were slaves, and I didn't know what slaves meant.  All I knew was that it was a bad word.  I was standing on a cold platform that said "flus for flale" (it really said slaves for sale). Next thing I know the white men are trading papers (dollars) and I ended up in a field of what smelled like tobacco. The man handed us tools that I have never seen before and said some very strange words like "fork", "wow", and "fwip" (work, now, or I will whip you).  I didn't know what these strange words meant.  How was I supposed to know I was supposed to work, until I saw all the other Africans doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I worked from night to night to night.  I am very sore, I ache, and I toss and turn.  No matter how much I try, I feel sore - more like sharp shooting pain to me.  I miss my wife, Canishe, and my two children.  I worry about them every minute of every day.  I wonder if I will ever see them again.  My body is getting weak from not having enough food.  I think I have a better life than the boy next door.  Their master has a very strong anger problem.  He whips them every three hours because he is mad.  Boy, I wish they could be with us.  At least they wouldn't have those scars on their backs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256864541911209763-7534876314495465149?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/7534876314495465149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/11/slaves-what-would-be-like-to-be-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/7534876314495465149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/7534876314495465149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/11/slaves-what-would-be-like-to-be-one.html' title='West Africans, what would it be like to be one'/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-715142816430452395</id><published>2009-10-30T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:06:05.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Makers vs Dream Breakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Hi, my name is Emma and I loved the speech, it was very inspiring to me. I think I'm a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Dream Maker, because I try my very hardiest to be a respectful, trustworthy, and hard working student. I want to be a vet when I grow up, but before I do that I have to be a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dream Maker&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And to be a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dream Maker&lt;/span&gt; I need to be a Champion&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;And to be a&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; Champion&lt;/span&gt; I need to be a team player, a non-dream breaker and last but not least I need to love my self just the way I am. You can change from a dream breaker to a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dream Maker &lt;/span&gt;starting with attitude, and ending with a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Champion. &lt;/span&gt;The differences between &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dream Maker's &lt;/span&gt;and dream breakers is very simple one you have to be trustworthy, hard working, respectful, and you have to be a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Champion&lt;/span&gt;. I was a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dream Maker&lt;/span&gt; from fifth-grade to preschool. I set a example for dream breakers to become a &lt;strong&gt;Dream Maker&lt;/strong&gt; when I hold the door, when I say thank you or please, or yes and no sir or madom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Grateful to have herd you,&lt;br /&gt;Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5256864541911209763-715142816430452395?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/715142816430452395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-makers-vs-dream-breakers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/715142816430452395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/715142816430452395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-makers-vs-dream-breakers.html' title='Dream Makers vs Dream Breakers'/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-6926226209687420603</id><published>2009-10-25T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:43:51.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sally Sumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever heard of Astro Boy? Yes? Well, so have I. I have been in my lab creating something like Astro Boy, but it is a girl. So am I. My name you ask? My name is Dr. Emma. The girl Astro Boy's name is Sally Sumpkin. Go ahead, tease. But I don't want anything stupid for her name like "Robotica" , "Astro Girl" or kid Kinesis. For her weapons, she has hair that she can control its growth superfast, like it is 2 feet long one minute, and the next it is 200 feet. She has a couple more items in her. For one, she has beautiful fingernails. But do not be fooled by the redness, they are really lasers. Cool, isn't it? Her core is an ice crystal from the center of the earth. There are only 2 in existence. One is her core. The other is in the lab with other doctors and scientists being studied. It contains &lt;b&gt;massive&lt;/b&gt; power!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I created Sally because humans are in a crisis. Machines have taken over the world. Well, all but my lab. Sally was telling me she didn't want to fight, when suddenly my lab was found. Sally was mistaken for a non-robot so we were locked in the same cell. Swiftly, Sally knocked the cell door down and used her ice breath to freeze the guards for just enough time to escape the cell. But I was not fast enough so I was caught by back-up guards. I told Sally to go without me because she could do it by herself. I was locked away in a cold and wet cell. It smelled gross, too. I was scanning the floor for food when I saw an old nail file and concluded that if I filed hard enough at all the bars at the window that I would be free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sally went to Alaska and tried to hide from the machines. But as you know, they took over the world. Then she tried Paris, England, and all the other places, when she finally reached the south pole and came to her senses. She went to my lab and asked three of my other inventions that I created to help her in her quest. The first invention is a robot dog named Devin. The other invention is a heat-ray but it has arms and legs. The third invention is an ice beam with legs and arms. Sally was the leader of this little group. So they set off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sally was very scared when she was in a battle with two of the evil machines. Sally directed her lasers to an abandoned building to distract the machines, while the ice beam froze the robots. The heat-ray melted the robots together. Soon Sally was up against the head of the evil things. It looked like a brain in a big glass bubble. Sally was quick. She used her lasers to blind the evil thing. But, the Evil Thing has 100 times Sally's hearing. She used her hair to contain it and her ice breath to freeze it that way. But it was to strong, Sally could not contain it. ''That was it'' sally thought and with that sally told Devin to chew the tentacols on the big brain, she told the ice beam to ame for the glass bubel with all his mite, she also told heat- ray to sit tite. And with all her breath she blue and blue and blue till it was coverd in ice. Finely it was over Sally and the little grop won, all of the humes were let go and every thing went back normel. As for Sally she went to Teaxs for the summer with me and we lived happy ever after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5256864541911209763-6926226209687420603?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/6926226209687420603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/10/sally-sumpkin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/6926226209687420603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/6926226209687420603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/10/sally-sumpkin.html' title='Sally Sumpkin'/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-1841453215644710041</id><published>2009-10-12T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:15:59.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tearing Off your labels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Be your self do'n - do do.  do it you own way do'n - do do. Be your self do'n do do. do it your own way  do'tn do do. do'tn do do. Tear off your labels Tear off your labels (wispers) yeay&lt;/div&gt;You gota be your sel el el elf tear off your labels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/5256864541911209763-1841453215644710041?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/1841453215644710041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/10/tearing-off-your-labels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/1841453215644710041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/1841453215644710041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/10/tearing-off-your-labels.html' title='Tearing Off your labels'/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-7446128502602419259</id><published>2009-10-05T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:57:44.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Day</title><content type='html'>I started on the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hard, cold&lt;/span&gt; floor after I woke up there.Then I went to the bathroom like any &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;old &lt;/span&gt;day.I went down stairs to get some&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; refreshing&lt;/span&gt; orange juice, but we didn't have any so I got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ice cold&lt;/span&gt; milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came into the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; hot&lt;/span&gt; living room and watched a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; movie called''Monsters VS Aliens.'' The monsters won of course. Susan is a giant because some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;radioactive&lt;/span&gt; material hit her in the face. She has &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; hair, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; eyes, a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt; smile, but has no idea how to use her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; strength.  The government gave her a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; name, and it is Ginormica. Bob has one &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; eye, a very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; mouth, and no brain.  He fell in love with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; jello that has &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fifteen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pineapple&lt;/span&gt; chunks on the inside.  The next monster is called Missing Links but nobody knows why. He breathes through gills but can stay above water for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; periods of time, and he has a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mermaid&lt;/span&gt; tail. He thinks he is all tough, but he is really not. The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; monster is CochRoacha.  He is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;human-size&lt;/span&gt; roach that is really a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt; scientist who had a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; accident in a lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I watched the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;funny &lt;/span&gt;movie, I did chores like unloading the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt; dishes from the dishwasher, washing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dirty&lt;/span&gt; laundry, cleaned my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;filthy&lt;/span&gt; room, and then I blogged and blogged and blogged and blogged in till my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; fingers could not type any more.I ate my dad's famous fish it was of&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://comps.fotosearch.com/comp/SPS/SPS502/people-sleeping-bed_~1099-3595.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.fotosearch.com/SPS502/1099-3595/&amp;amp;h=221&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=17&amp;amp;tbnid=GYyoockLp0_eaM:&amp;amp;tbnh=85&amp;amp;tbnw=116&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpeople%2Bsleeping&amp;amp;usg=__M71lS-SuNIb0q14m-r2N5VeVu8U=&amp;amp;ei=NZnKSq7JM6Wutgel1cmNCg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result&amp;amp;resnum=2&amp;amp;ct=image"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the c&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://comps.fotosearch.com/comp/SPS/SPS502/people-sleeping-bed_~1099-3595.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.fotosearch.com/SPS502/1099-3595/&amp;amp;h=221&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=17&amp;amp;tbnid=GYyoockLp0_eaM:&amp;amp;tbnh=85&amp;amp;tbnw=116&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpeople%2Bsleeping&amp;amp;usg=__M71lS-SuNIb0q14m-r2N5VeVu8U=&amp;amp;ei=NZnKSq7JM6Wutgel1cmNCg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result&amp;amp;resnum=2&amp;amp;ct=image"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ha&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://comps.fotosearch.com/comp/SPS/SPS502/people-sleeping-bed_~1099-3595.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.fotosearch.com/SPS502/1099-3595/&amp;amp;h=221&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=17&amp;amp;tbnid=GYyoockLp0_eaM:&amp;amp;tbnh=85&amp;amp;tbnw=116&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpeople%2Bsleeping&amp;amp;usg=__M71lS-SuNIb0q14m-r2N5VeVu8U=&amp;amp;ei=NZnKSq7JM6Wutgel1cmNCg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result&amp;amp;resnum=2&amp;amp;ct=image"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng!! It was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crunchy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;golden-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rown&lt;/span&gt;, and served with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fried&lt;/span&gt; potatoes and onions in cube form. Then I just fell . . . . .zzzzzzzzz&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://comps.fotosearch.com/comp/SPS/SPS502/people-sleeping-bed_~1099-3595.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.fotosearch.com/SPS502/1099-3595/&amp;amp;h=221&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=17&amp;amp;tbnid=GYyoockLp0_eaM:&amp;amp;tbnh=85&amp;amp;tbnw=116&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpeople%2Bsleeping&amp;amp;usg=__M71lS-SuNIb0q14m-r2N5VeVu8U=&amp;amp;ei=NZnKSq7JM6Wutgel1cmNCg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result&amp;amp;resnum=2&amp;amp;ct=image"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256864541911209763-7446128502602419259?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/7446128502602419259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/10/fair-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/7446128502602419259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/7446128502602419259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/10/fair-day.html' title='Fair Day'/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-3328870827185090010</id><published>2009-09-25T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:50:45.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What it looks and sounds like to be respectful, trustworthy and thougtful student</title><content type='html'>What does it look and sound like to be a respectful, trustworthy and thoughtful student? A thoughtful student looks like they are helping a friend up when they fall, and does not laugh. A thoughtful student offers to help. A respectful student has eye to eye contact when they are speaking because then you know they are actually listenting. A respectful students says "excuse me" when they want to interrupt and doesn't speak when you are speaking. To be trustworthy, you will not be heard spreading secrets about someone. When the teacher leaves, a trustworthy student looks like they keep doing their assignment, not playing around. When I don't talk when my teacher leaves the classroom, I feel trustworthy. When I haven't talked when my teacher was talking, I was being respectful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256864541911209763-3328870827185090010?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/3328870827185090010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-it-looks-and-sounds-like-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/3328870827185090010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/3328870827185090010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-it-looks-and-sounds-like-to-be.html' title='What it looks and sounds like to be respectful, trustworthy and thougtful student'/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-8726983707553416440</id><published>2009-09-25T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:51:31.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are plants and algae important in an aquarium</title><content type='html'>I'm wrote that title because I like to ask things. Well to ancer my qusten,its important to have&lt;div&gt;plants in an aquarium because if you have living things in the aquarium they need some way to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eat well thats all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256864541911209763-8726983707553416440?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/8726983707553416440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-are-plants-and-algae-important-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/8726983707553416440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/8726983707553416440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-are-plants-and-algae-important-in.html' title='Why are plants and algae important in an aquarium'/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-8256221417933870675</id><published>2009-09-23T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:41:47.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecostyms day 3</title><content type='html'>Our criketes died that is a bumer. Our fish are still alive that's grate! The duckwed and lodae are&lt;div&gt;mostly alive thats kind of good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256864541911209763-8256221417933870675?l=smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/feeds/8256221417933870675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/09/ecostymsday-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/8256221417933870675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256864541911209763/posts/default/8256221417933870675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock020.blogspot.com/2009/09/ecostymsday-3.html' title='Ecostyms day 3'/><author><name>littie E's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06755010598810796235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNWouDP6aQA/SuHVgRm5iCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LV-lKGmo2mw/S220/fooz-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256864541911209763.post-369335860884855390</id><published>2009-09-17T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:39:01.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecosystems - How We Depend On Each Other</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we learned that we all depend on each other to live. Let me explain. We made a aquariums and terrariums. We put mosquito fish in our aquariums and two aquatic snails. The snails were icky and gooey.  I didn't really like them as much as the fish but they were still cool. We put grass in our terrarium and seeds and rolly pollies.  I picked the baby one. We made connectors out of 2 liter soda bottles and we connected the aquarium and the terrarium.  The terrarium went on top and the aquarium went on the bottom.  We made everything out of soda bottles so we had to do something with the openings of the bottles. The water that accumulates in the terrarium drips into the aquarium.  We watered the soil in the terrarium to make the water drip. We water the soil every day.  The water does not evaporate from the aquarium. Let me give you a few pointers on how to make the terrarium/aquarium, which is also called an ecosystem. First, you have to pick which animals you would like.  Nothing too big, nothing too small, something just right. Second, you have to choose whether you want underwater or overwater like we did in the classroom. Third, you will have to make sure you know what they need to survive. Next, if you choose underwater then you need to know what they need to survive. You have to choose containers for them to live in.  If the animals are small, you have to make the habitat just their size.  If they are big you have to make their habitat bigger than a small habitat. The size of the habitat has to be appropriate for the size of the animals.  Finally, you need to make sure you have everything that they need and just start building.  I hope you have a fun time!  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