<?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-8057221811070162337</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:39:58.065-07:00</updated><category term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Carlos's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057221811070162337.post-9064022513438653784</id><published>2009-03-30T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:57:16.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Book Club Author's Voice</title><content type='html'>He sounds very whining because he gives a lot of complain in the story. Also he sometimes speaks deep because in some parts of the book he be a little angry like for example, he says he does not really get along with his son and also he says that he rather be in jail where he belongs.&lt;br /&gt;He is sulky sometimes to because he is very lazy and do not likes to work or do nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057221811070162337-9064022513438653784?l=carlos802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/9064022513438653784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057221811070162337&amp;postID=9064022513438653784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/9064022513438653784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/9064022513438653784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/2009/03/book-club-authors-voice.html' title='Book Club Author&apos;s Voice'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</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-8057221811070162337.post-8449529181992042895</id><published>2009-02-24T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:02:53.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>"The Rose That Grew From Concrete"</title><content type='html'>The theme is that he grew out of the getto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I i like it because the theme is just like the theme in ma life like im trying to stay in school and do good so when i grow up i could stay out of the getto and have ma wife and kids (family)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057221811070162337-8449529181992042895?l=carlos802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/8449529181992042895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057221811070162337&amp;postID=8449529181992042895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/8449529181992042895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/8449529181992042895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/2009/02/rose-that-grew-from-concrete.html' title='&quot;The Rose That Grew From Concrete&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</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-8057221811070162337.post-370572751322948634</id><published>2009-02-12T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:32:52.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Homework! Oh Homework!</title><content type='html'>I think that the poet used hyperbole because he said that "he rather take a bath with an man eating shark " just to not do his homework, then he said that he would fight an lion in the dark if he has to to not do his homework, and that's an real big exaggeration .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057221811070162337-370572751322948634?l=carlos802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/370572751322948634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057221811070162337&amp;postID=370572751322948634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/370572751322948634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/370572751322948634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/2009/02/homework-oh-homework.html' title='Homework! Oh Homework!'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</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-8057221811070162337.post-1407049591463195080</id><published>2009-02-09T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:29:33.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>I Have Hands Like My Dad</title><content type='html'>I think this poem is about joy and how he injoys life just like his dad does he talks about bout how his dad is always working behind his computers typing and things and how his dad has a lot of friends and they be shaking each others hands. So im thinking the he is trying to say that we works hard just like his dad in life and that he has a lot of friends just like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057221811070162337-1407049591463195080?l=carlos802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/1407049591463195080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057221811070162337&amp;postID=1407049591463195080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/1407049591463195080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/1407049591463195080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-hands-like-my-dad.html' title='I Have Hands Like My Dad'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</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-8057221811070162337.post-6521012603276021945</id><published>2009-02-03T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:20:23.262-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Stoping by the woods 1!</title><content type='html'>I think the poet is sleepy, it sounds like he was stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also when he says that he has a lot of miles to go i think that he is trying to say that his house is very far away and he is not no where near so the horse is going to have to wait until they get home so he can rest. Also i think that he could've been dieing because he sounded tired when he was saying it in his poem. The house was probably tired to because he was shaking his he like he wanted to take an rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057221811070162337-6521012603276021945?l=carlos802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/6521012603276021945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057221811070162337&amp;postID=6521012603276021945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/6521012603276021945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/6521012603276021945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/2009/02/stoping-by-woods-1.html' title='Stoping by the woods 1!'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</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-8057221811070162337.post-5615974382666625793</id><published>2009-01-26T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:54:14.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Lot's of..</title><content type='html'>Lot's of smiles&lt;br /&gt;Lot's of hope&lt;br /&gt;Lot's of pride&lt;br /&gt;Lot by his side&lt;br /&gt;He stands up high and says his speech&lt;br /&gt;A speech that opened everyones hart&lt;br /&gt;He is smart&lt;br /&gt;he has faith&lt;br /&gt;Obama Obama&lt;br /&gt;Hes the one, people scream people cry,&lt;br /&gt;It's all of joy that why&lt;br /&gt;His kids and wife stand there right by his side&lt;br /&gt;Very happy&lt;br /&gt;I say to my self is this really coming true&lt;br /&gt;And yes it was ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first African-American president&lt;br /&gt;Of the United States of America !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057221811070162337-5615974382666625793?l=carlos802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/5615974382666625793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057221811070162337&amp;postID=5615974382666625793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/5615974382666625793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/5615974382666625793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/2009/01/lots-of.html' title='Lot&apos;s of..'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</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-8057221811070162337.post-1188715269455420136</id><published>2008-12-21T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:02:12.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers response 6</title><content type='html'>Tittle of the book : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PUSH&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;This book is about a young sixteen year old that they called Precious Jones she had a lot of difficulties at this time in her life. She used to have a lot of intercourse with guys and have baby's from theme and it was really hard for her because she had no father or mother there by her side to help her.&lt;br /&gt;    The reason she had no father was because her own father raped her and he mom batters her. They used to say that she was just one more of theme Harlem casualties. However after she gave birth to her second child witch was her own fathers,  she meets a determined and highly &lt;span&gt;radical teacher who helps her learn on how to write about her life and how to make on her own for the first time.&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/8057221811070162337-1188715269455420136?l=carlos802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/1188715269455420136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057221811070162337&amp;postID=1188715269455420136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/1188715269455420136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/1188715269455420136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/2008/12/readers-response-6.html' title='Readers response 6'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</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-8057221811070162337.post-5181284037781783836</id><published>2008-12-11T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:07:02.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my parent what i learned in ELA</title><content type='html'>Some of my goals for this year is to pass grade, go up two grade levels, and complete all of my assiments that i have to do in the year of 08-09. Things that i liked so far was the bareack obama essy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057221811070162337-5181284037781783836?l=carlos802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/5181284037781783836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057221811070162337&amp;postID=5181284037781783836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/5181284037781783836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/5181284037781783836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-my-parebt-what-i-learnd-in-el.html' title='To my parent what i learned in ELA'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</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-8057221811070162337.post-536846011818344440</id><published>2008-12-04T09:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:43:56.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers response 5</title><content type='html'>Tittle: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fear Street Nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This book is about people doing a lot of vicious murders and a lot of nasty and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;splendid pranks.&lt;br /&gt;Then after all of the ugly pranks and vicious murders things have gotten back to normal. The friends who are left were trying to forget and move on, taking comfort be meeting up late night&lt;br /&gt;at their old hangout, nights.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     They was saying that it was the ancient spirit of Angelica Fear that caused all the trouble. And&lt;br /&gt;now she's been destroyed once and for all. She was burned in a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     But if it's that the horror is dead, what did Angelica mean when her voice cried out from the&lt;br /&gt;burning flames? ...&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/8057221811070162337-536846011818344440?l=carlos802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/536846011818344440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057221811070162337&amp;postID=536846011818344440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/536846011818344440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/536846011818344440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/2008/12/readers-response-5.html' title='Readers response 5'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</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-8057221811070162337.post-5734521790529288277</id><published>2008-11-24T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:45:02.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Listened passege mona lisa</title><content type='html'>One possible identity of Mona Lisa, for example in the text it said that she can be his mom also she can be the lawgesconda .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057221811070162337-5734521790529288277?l=carlos802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/5734521790529288277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057221811070162337&amp;postID=5734521790529288277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/5734521790529288277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/5734521790529288277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/2008/11/listened-passege-mona-lisa.html' title='Listened passege mona lisa'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</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-8057221811070162337.post-5145946707272342899</id><published>2008-11-13T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:37:45.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers response 4</title><content type='html'>The book tittle is : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Double Disaster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This book is about two evil twins, Larry and Lori Lee, are back with the greatest terror of all. Athenor, the mother of all dragons! In exchange for their help in freeing her from thousands of years in limbo, the terrifying dragon has agreed to spare them as she wreaks vengeance on earth and the world of magic.&lt;br /&gt;  The future of both worlds depends on Chrissie, chris thier two pet dragons, and friends jessica and scence whiz Henry. But they'er all imprisoned in a stone dungeon where magic doesn't work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057221811070162337-5145946707272342899?l=carlos802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/5145946707272342899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057221811070162337&amp;postID=5145946707272342899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/5145946707272342899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/5145946707272342899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/2008/11/readers-response-4.html' title='Readers response 4'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</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-8057221811070162337.post-7357233515479402771</id><published>2008-11-05T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:20:21.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Election Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    The reason this election is historic is because this was the first African American ever elected and he was very serious about this election, he made some good changes. Also i really liked how he really wants to stop the war and i think he should that its really good for us because theres parents in there houses right now just thinking bout there kids  like how there kids could end up dead with out them knowing whats even going on. I know  that he really took this president thing very serious because like all of the good speeches that he have gave to make people really like him and think that he is the best. And i really was happy when i heard that Obama won because i really think that he will make a change in this world. I think that he should really change the educations and schools of the kids and work really on making us wanna go to college.&lt;br /&gt;    Obama will do good in America in the next 4 year because i really believe in him and all the things that he have said and done made him look like a very responsible person. Also i hope that he stops this war because it is killing a lot of Innocent people from America.&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/8057221811070162337-7357233515479402771?l=carlos802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/7357233515479402771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057221811070162337&amp;postID=7357233515479402771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/7357233515479402771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/7357233515479402771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-reflection.html' title='Election Reflection'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057221811070162337.post-1096680243162560342</id><published>2008-10-17T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:23:28.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>readers response 4</title><content type='html'>The tittle of my book was:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blood Is Thicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I read from pages : 51-57&lt;br /&gt;   Today i read that these guys robed a store and got away so there was a lot of cops all around the store and around all the blocks looking for the guy.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/8057221811070162337-1096680243162560342?l=carlos802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/1096680243162560342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/1096680243162560342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/1096680243162560342'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</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-8057221811070162337.post-8713815101643124319</id><published>2008-10-15T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:49:21.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Reading reaspons Questioning</title><content type='html'>Who is John McCain ?Skinny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;John McCain is a guy that is voting for president .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;What made John McCain wanna vote for president?FAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think that the reason John McCain is voting for president because he really wants to make a change in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057221811070162337-8713815101643124319?l=carlos802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/8713815101643124319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057221811070162337&amp;postID=8713815101643124319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/8713815101643124319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/8713815101643124319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/2008/10/reading-reaspons-questioning.html' title='Reading reaspons Questioning'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</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-8057221811070162337.post-1067203157752543857</id><published>2008-10-15T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:07:32.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Raft:This land is your land</title><content type='html'>How does the information in the box "A Day in  the Life  (of me!)" help the reader understand the article?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    The information from the box helps us understand the article better because it tells us, the time she gets up and it tells us some things that she do. It also tells us times that she gets out of work and times that she cut firewood, clean up projects, put away the tools, lunch, stretching, office work, also it tells us the time that she goes to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057221811070162337-1067203157752543857?l=carlos802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/1067203157752543857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057221811070162337&amp;postID=1067203157752543857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/1067203157752543857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/1067203157752543857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Raft:This land is your land'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</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-8057221811070162337.post-8156930821140547570</id><published>2008-10-09T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:55:34.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers response 3</title><content type='html'>The book that i read today is called : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blood Is Thicker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       The thing that i read today is about how Hakeem Rand0ll can't take it anymore. First he finds out that his father is sick and his parents can o longer afford their home.  Then  he must leave his friends at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bluford&lt;/span&gt; High and move to his uncle's house in faraway Detroit. Things go from bed to worse when Hakeem is forced to share a small bedroom with his moody and secretive cousin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Savon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;       Once childhood friends, then to quickly become enemies. Now they are ready to go to war with each other, and the outcome of the battle promises to change their lives forever.&lt;br /&gt;      This book is most likely like the book that i read yesterday because i see how the girl in the book that i was reading yesterday her father died so she had to move to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/span&gt;, and the book that i read today his father got sick so he had to move to faraway Detroit and he did not want to because of his friends and when he went he started to have a lot of enemies so i guess he really did not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; it and life started top be real hard for him with out his father because his father was in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hospital&lt;/span&gt; for a long time because he was really sick .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057221811070162337-8156930821140547570?l=carlos802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/8156930821140547570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057221811070162337&amp;postID=8156930821140547570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/8156930821140547570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/8156930821140547570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/2008/10/readers-response-3.html' title='Readers response 3'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</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-8057221811070162337.post-7485762316641800307</id><published>2008-10-08T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:02:58.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers response 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The book i read today is called : Autumn Street&lt;br /&gt;     When her father leaves to fight in World War 11, Elizabeth goes with her mother and older sister to live in her grandfather's stately old house on Autumn Street. It's there that Elizabeth forms a special friendship with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tatie&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the cook, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tatie's&lt;/span&gt; young grandson Charles.&lt;br /&gt;     Whenever Charles comes to visit, he and Elizabeth share wonderful times. But on the winter day that they venture&lt;br /&gt;out though the stinging snow to  try Elizabeth's new sled, stark tragedy in the woods changes her safe world forever.&lt;br /&gt;And every time Elizabeth ask her mom why do they have to move in grandpas house and she always say back "because&lt;br /&gt;of the War that her father has to go to so she will get mad because she really don't want to leave where she lives.&lt;br /&gt;    Then there was one night that they called her and told her that her father had died, so she rushed to her room and started bursting out crying she got very stressed so stressed that she even tried to kill her self she thought that no one cared about her so her mom called her from her room and started speaking to her about what shes feeling and why she is feeling that type of way.&lt;br /&gt;   So they ended up going to they grandpas house and she had to go to school over there and all that so that even got her more mad because she had to lose her friends then her father &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; messed up. She asked her self "what is she going to do with out her father" ?&lt;br /&gt;So this girl was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tensed&lt;/span&gt; she thought that she had no one but her mom and family.&lt;br /&gt;   Then it had took her a while to stop crying about what happened to her father and about how she lost all of her friends and had to start all over again.  Well she did  get used to it and after she got used to it she got a lot of friends and she liked it she said it was really good and that she really likes the schools.&lt;br /&gt;    So i guess what she thought that was going to be bad for her was really good and it was nice place over at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&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/8057221811070162337-7485762316641800307?l=carlos802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/7485762316641800307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057221811070162337&amp;postID=7485762316641800307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/7485762316641800307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/7485762316641800307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/2008/10/readers-response-2.html' title='Readers response 2'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</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-8057221811070162337.post-2503097321111690251</id><published>2008-10-07T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:49:07.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers response 1</title><content type='html'>The book that i read is Lizzie McGUiRe - ALL OVER IT&lt;br /&gt;        I read how Lizzie had an food drive at Hillridge Junior High and she was mad because she had to pick out the uniform so she tried to hide. So she went and rand to the hall way of the school and saw her brother in his hall way patrol monitor suit so she got scared and hide because she thought that he would go and tell on her . Then the biggest nerd from the school past by her so she started to laugh. The next day Lizzie came to school with her  burlap sacks so all of her friends started to laugh at her .And Lizzie had an plan to save the world by donating some of her wardrob, and when she did people went to the shops she donated the clothes to and no one liked the clothes she where so they laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057221811070162337-2503097321111690251?l=carlos802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/feeds/2503097321111690251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057221811070162337&amp;postID=2503097321111690251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/2503097321111690251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057221811070162337/posts/default/2503097321111690251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlos802.blogspot.com/2008/10/readers-response-1.html' title='Readers response 1'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676349282337055613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
