<?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-3573700660940569815</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:14:09.127-07:00</updated><category term='Dear Presedent'/><title type='text'>i Write out my $uper girl $wag</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-7210570506013720437</id><published>2010-05-19T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T06:25:47.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holocaust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/S_5yJBYveqI/AAAAAAAAACE/fqZXq2jQLuU/s1600/night.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475939696245701282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/S_5yJBYveqI/AAAAAAAAACE/fqZXq2jQLuU/s320/night.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/S_5xnUU6ZCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wDaq8UZKRno/s1600/isbn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475939117214360610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/S_5xnUU6ZCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wDaq8UZKRno/s320/isbn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/S_5xJf1dzaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/M1glI2lFNdI/s1600/auschwitz4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475938604907613602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/S_5xJf1dzaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/M1glI2lFNdI/s320/auschwitz4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Term &lt;em&gt;Holocaust&lt;/em&gt; usually means an extensive human disaster. The Holocaust of the Jews was and remains a stain on the history of the world. So many lives taken and survivors scarred, by the horrid nightmare they had to face. Families were seperated and destroyed, children forced to work and throw away their youth, people with their very hope stolen from them enslaved like rats in facilities, nothing was good to the millions of humans taken and dehumanized by the Nazis and anti-semitists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holocaust blows my mind, I dont understand how so many horrible things can be done to others by other human beings that went home to their families and kissed their children, while hours earlier they had murdered and brutiliezed Jews and other Undesirables. How did the officers and guards sleep at night? How did they stay sain after witnessing and also smelling all the flesh and death in those camps? How could a person deal with all the death and misery around them at work and then go home and sleep at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant imagine any of the horrifying images that went on. There is no way I could go home and sleep at night with the guilt that should be felt. Doctors took people and committed painful and goury expiriments on them. Many people women, men, and children, had to face and deal with pain from expiriments. Dr. Mengele did many expiriments on thousands of people children included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the Holocaust was a dark time that should not be forgotten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Author of the novel&lt;em&gt; Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.eliewieselfoundation.org/eliewiesel.aspx"&gt;Elie Wiesel&lt;/a&gt; is a survivor of the Holocaust. Wiesel went through tremendious agony and horror at an early age, the Nazis offenders took the lives of many of his family members and friends. He is still alive and filled with the memories of the tragedy. The novel &lt;em&gt;Night &lt;/em&gt;is a look into the life of Elie Wiesel, the readers get to expirience to a smaller magnitude, what he felt and went through at the hands of the Nazis. I believe Mr. Wiesel wrote his novel so people would never forget the Holocaust. People will always remember the struggle that the Nazis put the Jewish people through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symbolism: Darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yet another last night. The last night at home, the last night in the ghetto, the last night in the train, and, now, the last night in Buna. How much longer were our lives to be dragged out from one 'last night' to another?" Chapter 5, pg. 79&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The use of darkness in the novel &lt;em&gt;Night&lt;/em&gt; by Elie Wiesel represents the horrible situation Elie was in. How he was losing faith and accusing God. Elie wondered how much longer his life was going to be dragged out. Every time darkness or night is brought up bad things happen to the characters. Elie use to have strong faith and now his faith is being questioned, due to the harsh conditons he is going through. He refers to himself as the "accuser", he believes in God but accuses him of not keeping his promise to the Jewish people. Darkness is the disturbing situation that Elie went through, his lose of faith, the camp, his father, and his life.&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/3573700660940569815-7210570506013720437?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7210570506013720437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=7210570506013720437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/7210570506013720437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/7210570506013720437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2010/05/holocaust.html' title='Holocaust'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/S_5yJBYveqI/AAAAAAAAACE/fqZXq2jQLuU/s72-c/night.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-2028922835015109499</id><published>2010-04-23T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T06:56:13.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of class read</title><content type='html'>I just read Richard Peck's &lt;em&gt;The Teacher's Funeral ( A Comedy in Three Parts).&lt;/em&gt; This comedy is about a back woods group of boys enjoying their summer before schools starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hominy Ridge, life is fairly modest and simple. Farms and dirt roads are everywhere. At the school, Mrs. Myrt Arbuckle has died so the main character Russel and his schoolmates are over joyed that the mean teacher is gone. Thinking that they will get out of lessons and public spankings, they enjoy their summer to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An auto show, good meals from his sister, and the end of the summer camping trip fill up Russel's summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When school is not cancelled, a new teacher moves to town and gives Russel a run for his money. She makes Russel and the boys learn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of many trials and bumps in the road the new teacher keeps the school in check and gets the boys on a new and improved road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is filled with laughs due to the country accents, southern ways , and country traditions.&lt;br /&gt;If you like baths in horse troughs, walking barefoot, the weather being so hot that the horse theif ask for a blanket when he went to hell, you ll love this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-2028922835015109499?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2028922835015109499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=2028922835015109499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/2028922835015109499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/2028922835015109499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2010/04/out-of-class-read.html' title='Out of class read'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-464595590102810097</id><published>2010-04-22T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T08:53:55.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2b Video on Theator</title><content type='html'>Tevye is an older man, he is a hard working jew, that is talking to the audience on tradition, and how important tradition is to the people around him. He lists the people of the village. The daughter freits about finding a husband to her mother and the mother warns her that a husband is not somthing to want but something to get. Yente comes over with news. The butcher Lazar wants to marry a daughter. The daughters are worried about the matches that yente will bring them because they could get stuck with them forever. Tevye sings if i were a rich man(gwen stefani's rich girl), wondering what would be so wrong with him having a small fortune. Perchik is going to stay with Tevye and his family tutoring the girls in exchange for food. Motle and the oldest daughter want to get married. They are celebrating the Sabbath. After the Sabbath he visits the butcher and shares some drinks, while getting confused about the butcher's intentions of marrying Tevye's oldest daughter. Tevye has agreed to allow the marriage. Hodel and Perchik danced and broke tradition. Tzeitel anounces that she does not wish to marry the butcher, and Tevye and Motel talk about another marriage.  Motel tells Tevye that even a poor tailor deserves some happines. Tevye thinks alone to the audience about the offer and shouts Tradtion, but allows Tzeitel to marry Motel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-464595590102810097?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/464595590102810097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=464595590102810097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/464595590102810097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/464595590102810097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2010/04/2b-video-on-theator.html' title='2b Video on Theator'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-5812168244207741973</id><published>2010-04-13T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:47:21.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in the 20's!</title><content type='html'>The 20's, The Roaring Twenties, a time for dreams to come true, people were moving to the big cities and trying new things. Harlem was jumping and singers and artists were making themselves known. There are good and bad things to the 20's. I would like to be in the 20's as a singer something like Billy Holiday without the pain and the the drugs. Speakeasies would be filled with my voice. Soulful melodies of days past would warm the hearts of a colorful crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to watch the Great Migration and The Harlem Renaissance. People like Langston Hughes and Duke Ellington walking the streets, would be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id make a name for myself among the greats. My name would be in the lights of clubs all over the world just like Josephine Baker's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the Roaring Twenties had many  great attributes the bad cannot be forgotten. Life was dangerous with organized crime on the rise. People were killed for telling the truth to put criminals away, and that is not the place for me. The St. Valentines Massacre was brutal and scary! Racsim in the South was still horrible, and the KKK was at its peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 20's were a revolutionary time but Im going to stay in the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-5812168244207741973?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5812168244207741973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=5812168244207741973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/5812168244207741973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/5812168244207741973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-life-in-20s.html' title='My life in the 20&apos;s!'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-8942447794587803823</id><published>2010-04-13T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T06:56:28.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pom Night</title><content type='html'>Prom Night is soon! Everybody is making last minute plans and adjustments. This will be my first prom although I have attended many. I expect my hair to get done along with my nails, and people to be rushing all day long. Screaming and crying because they re behind &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;plan&lt;/span&gt;. Moms will cook meals for their little prom attenders, just as my mom has planned to cook for me and my date.&lt;br /&gt;Girls will nervously put on their dresses trying ever so hard not to mess up their hair. Boys will be calm because they know they really have nothing to do beside get their cloths on, be polite to her parents, and be the safest drivers in the world. When the guys arrives pictures will start and tears will be shed.&lt;br /&gt;They re off! The school cafeteria will start filling up and people will start greeting their friends. Dancing is what everyone tries to avoid in the start, but the school pep manager will fire up the crowd. Hours of dancing and laughing, people will start to sweat with joy, until finally the dance will end.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will get in their cars and head home.&lt;br /&gt;I expect Friday to be a day to remember whether you re going to prom or not. For those not going, you should get a good laugh at the frantic faces of those going and trying to get ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-8942447794587803823?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8942447794587803823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=8942447794587803823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/8942447794587803823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/8942447794587803823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2010/04/pom-night.html' title='Pom Night'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-8035747508557379884</id><published>2010-04-08T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:53:51.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non Verbal Communication......</title><content type='html'>He silently stares at his deskmate while pulling out materials showing that he is prepared for class.  He reads the paper and his face says that he is nervous and does not know the exam answers. So he quietly fiddles with his pen and looks off of his neighbors paper. His neighbor had the wrong answer so he tries to distract the class while throwing away the wrong paper. In another attempt to cheat he silently scoots next to his neighbor. The neighbor places a sheet of paper and his arm btw the two. He silently tries to cheat. Sliding under the table  to peek at his neighbors paper busted.. and blames it on his pen dropping.  He is mad because he could have answered the white calculus paper and angrily hurries to finish. No time is left so he sneaks in a few last notes. In a hurried manner he drives to the beach. At the beach he is about to change and catches a man watching him so he puts the bathing suit in his pocket nervously.  And slides the swimsuit on over his pants to change discreetly. Epic Fail. The watching man again watches him change. He tries again to play it off as if he is doing jumping jacks. Finally the bathing suit is on! The watching man gets up and he is blind. The whole time the efforts to be discreet were wasted. He drives to a church.  He does not understand the churches language so he looks confused and bored. An aggressive sneeze attracts unpolite attention from his neighbor. So he discreetly tries to blow his nose in his pocket linning.  Nasty! His neighbor looks discusted. He is falling asleep during the sermon and jumps to wake himself! Again asleep... Falling on his neighbor.. on the floor...on his head... and wakes to jolt himself he chokes his neighbor. Atracting attention while opening candy. He slaps his neighbor trying to get his hand out of his pocket. The neighbor refuses to share his hymn book so he sings off and sticks out.  His candy was falling so his neighbor thought he was playing with himself, so he slowly picked up the candy, and forgot that his pocket was full of snot so he places his hand in it and was discutted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He watches a man play music on a saxaphone, ripping off the man he starts dancing and a lady gives him money. He looks admiringly at a credit card. He hacks and cough while walking through the perfume sections of a store covering his mouth and fanning.  Opens a toothbrush and uses it then places it back and grabs another... feeling on fluffy towels pretending to be wraped in a towel and accidently dropping it.. on the escalator. Grabs a potato peeler and pulls a potato out of his pocket. Gets a pan and pulls a fish out of his pocket to sizes up the pans.  Practicing on telephones. Showing off his credit card in line then reaches in another man's pocket getting his hand stuck and getting himself stuck inside the stall with the man. Sitting in a restaurant writing himself a card.  Making sure he has enough money to order his food. He left the hanger on his suit. Saying no to more wine because he is driving. Starts playing songs with his knife. Now playing with his napkin. Recieves a rare peice of meat and lies about being satisfied, so he covers his eyes while eating, and plaves the meat wherever he can hide it; in the centerpeice, under plates, in his bread, in cups. A violinist plays happy birthday for him and adds agony to him eating his rare meat. So a waitor falls dropping on him and he blames his gross meal on the waitor. The manager gives him the same uncooked meat that he didnt like. Practicing his handshake while everyone else patiently waits in line, scratches his legs, and almost passed out from his breath; so he uses a lot of breath freshener. Pulls a string off of the maid and her dress falls a little, then he uses the string for floss and gives it back to the maid, then he returns to practicing his greeting. In attempt to get a napkin out of a man's pocket he gets caught and starts dusting the magn off.  He left his pants unzipped and cant get them up before the queen comes.  Frantically he gets them up and accidently head bumps the queen, She  falls to the ground and people rush to her side, and he leaves without being noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drove to far away from the button so he uses a cane to push it. He is at a pool; about to ride down a kiddie slide when the lifeguard blows the whistle. He climbs the high dive and gets scared at the top,  two boys see him and stare at him as he fearfully attempts to jump, the boys make him fall into the water. His shorts come off and he doggy paddles to them and a girl grabs them when the life guard calls everyone out of the pool. He tries to run but gets caught by the girls swim team. He tries to get a no exit bar to raise,  another car comes so the process starts again, only he speed races another car out, flipping the other car over.  Sitting on a bench during lunch staring down another man's sandwich and taking sisscors to his loaf of bread. pulling out a bar of butter, with his credit card he spreads the butter as the man on the bench watches in curiousity. Then Mr. Bean pulls out a jar of fish to put on the nasty sandwhich he is making on the bench with the other man still watching.  Bean crushes pepper seeds and add then pulls out tea bags, with the tea being brewed in a hot pack with the addition of baby milk he sneezes and the meal is gone. So the man he is sharing the bench with offers his othe sandwich half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the movies.... Large popcorn. After taking some of his neighbors popcorn he refuses to share his. And starts playing in the theater. Gets freightened by the movie in the first half and screams, covers his eyes, and makes cooing noises. Making his neighbor anxious.  He tries to flee but cant. His neighbor screams and Bean jumps.  The movie ends and he begins playing with his shirt again. He turns to face his neighbor and she screams causing Bean to scream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-8035747508557379884?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8035747508557379884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=8035747508557379884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/8035747508557379884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/8035747508557379884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2010/04/non-verbal-communication.html' title='Non Verbal Communication......'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-6023575878787824898</id><published>2010-04-01T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T08:41:24.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shamrock Day</title><content type='html'>The day that the majority of the world wears green and takes time notice those that dare to be different and avoid the color. Or as some of my friends call it "The day we punish people for being different and not comforming to traditon". Either way you see it I like St. Patrick's Day, even though I do not know who he was? or what he did? .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worn green on this day since I can remember. Stores sell special shirts and buttons for the day that comes but once a year. Annually I go and spend money on them. Green Green green!!!!!  Tradition.....  Everybody wears green, kids make green play dough at  school, everyone pinches those that forgot, and by the weekend you have all moved on and cant wait for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, some of my friends believe that its a day that we punish others for not comforming to tradition. Those that dont wear green get pinched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy Green&lt;br /&gt;2. Wear Green&lt;br /&gt;3. Pinch those that forgot&lt;br /&gt;4. Move onto summer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-6023575878787824898?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6023575878787824898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=6023575878787824898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/6023575878787824898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/6023575878787824898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2010/04/shmarock-day.html' title='Shamrock Day'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-531026784917413312</id><published>2010-03-31T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T08:31:33.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2b speech on school uniforms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Have you ever had your rights taken from you? Not a previledge, not a gift, not a prize, but a right taken from you? Well prepare yourself for the day you get robbed, because schools are talking about uniforms! Uniforms have been implied to schools with discipline problems all through Arkansas, and you know what those schools still have the same problems they had before. Unforms, when applied to paper might seem real good and well but an ideal solution is not a solution at all. Think about how you would feel if you were forced to wear the same clothing as every other Tom, Dick, and Jane at school, never being able to wear your favorite shirt, not sticking out, and never having your time to shine; in the end its wrong and you would not be a happy free flowing student. Kids at all levels need individuality, lower costing cloths, and just are not effective.. Arguements go round and round on uniforms and I feel that the uniforms should stay where they are; in the heads of big manufacturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To start off, uniforms kill individuality and harshen the creative process. A uniform breeds uniformity. Schools need free thinking to become the thinkers of tomorrow, not drones who will continue making the mistakes of pervious generations. When we argue against s chool uniforms we argue against an education system that seeks to produce workers and for an education system that seeks to produce enlightened fully rounded human beings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://education.newarchaeology.com/against_school_uniforms.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://education.newarchaeology.com/against_school_uniforms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; Your &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;intrapersonal communication&lt;/span&gt; can be expressed through your clothing when you get to pick out your own cloths. People get to see what you see in yourself, students clothing gives off &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;noise&lt;/span&gt; that goes into to the eyes of others and jumpstarts the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;communication process&lt;/span&gt;. Uniforms stifle the creative process and schools should be supporting their students and allow them to go to a free thinking environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Providing another flaw, uniforms are not cheap. Because children are constantly growing, there is a captive market for new school clothes and manufacturers take advantage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://education.newarchaeology.com/against_school_uniforms.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://education.newarchaeology.com/against_school_uniforms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; Parents will have to wash the uniforms and keep them well seamed and stitched. Money that could be used on other more important things is wasted. Nothing but negative &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;feedback&lt;/span&gt; will come from hard working parents having to spend extra money to keep their children's cloths decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No matter what you dress students in, they will always find a way to pass judgment upon their peers. The clothes are not the root cause of bullying and therefore the bullying will continue, regardless of dress policy. No matter what clothing rules apply, students will always find ways to pass judgment upon each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://education.newarchaeology.com/againstschooluniforms.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://education.newarchaeology.com/againstschooluniforms.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; Bullies are people that take out their angers and frustrations on other people. No change in cloths is going to change that.&lt;/span&gt; Girls with bolder features are going to be targeted no matter what they were, whether it be a polo and a pair of Dickies or a Hollister and Gucci. The same goes for boys and their features.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;To conclude, uniforms are a waist of time, Schools should drop the idea. Uniforms are an ieal solution to problems in the system. Students are not going to correct themselves because they are forced to wear new cloths that dampen their personal style. Bullies, money, and individuality are problems that school uniforms do not treat. Instead of trying to put a bandaid on the scab, school officials should hit the source. I believe school uniforms are an extremely bad idea and should never be applied to my school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-531026784917413312?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/531026784917413312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=531026784917413312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/531026784917413312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/531026784917413312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2010/03/2b-speech-on-school-uniforms.html' title='2b speech on school uniforms'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-2195803016811687980</id><published>2010-03-16T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:27:25.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out-of-class read book review</title><content type='html'>The novel &lt;em&gt;Sacrifice&lt;/em&gt; by Kathleen Benner Duble is about the witch scare in the Salem region. People accussing one another of witch craft, no one can be trusted, so who would you sacrifice to be free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel tells a story of a girl and her family living near Salem. Her father suffers from sudden stress induced spouts of insanity. The whole keeps this family under a micrscope, observing every move they make.  The thought of witches being among the town forces the people to accuse members of this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the two sisters get thrown in a Salem jail with their aunt, they are forced to choose " sacrifice someone else or rot in jail?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-2195803016811687980?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2195803016811687980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=2195803016811687980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/2195803016811687980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/2195803016811687980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2010/03/out-of-class-read-book-review.html' title='Out-of-class read book review'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-7145096082721311278</id><published>2010-03-16T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:16:57.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic-size commitment...to what would you commit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The members of the Olympic team make many commitments. They commit to practice, conditoning, training, and even time, in order to be the best. People make great commitments for the sublects they love. I love dance and spotlight!! I committed to making my goal of fame come true. I long to be a star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Practice. Long hours infront of the mirror, listening to music, and learning new moves and techniques. I want a television show of my own one day, so I sit in the mirror for hours practicing my facial expressions and my speech. Each day I learn something new about myself and the way I react to things i hear. The music helps me with my singing and dancing. I wish to be well rounded. New dances come out each day and keeping is a must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I give up time with friends and sometimes a great weekend with family. There are occassions were a friend or two come with me to practice. Mostly my friends serve me with motivation. They push me to keep going and moiving forward. There are times that I want to give up and go be a normal teen, but I believe that the hard work put in today will benefit me tommorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-7145096082721311278?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7145096082721311278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=7145096082721311278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/7145096082721311278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/7145096082721311278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2010/03/olympic-size-commitmentto-what-would.html' title='Olympic-size commitment...to what would you commit?'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-3909660318692995409</id><published>2010-03-16T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:03:30.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thousand Splendid Suns</title><content type='html'>The novel &lt;em&gt;Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/em&gt; is about life in the middle East. There are two girls going through life together and apart. They learn about love and hard choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariam is the first girl introduced in the novel. She is not the prettiest Harami in the country but she works hard with what she has. Her father and her mother have two differing versions of her early life, and all through her childhood she learns that the father she thought she had is a fake. After her mother commits suicide and she is forced to live with her phony father, Mariam is caste off on an older man and beg ins her journey out on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laila is the second girl introduced. Born when Mariam had just moved in with her new husband, Laila is a young girl. She is beautiful and carefrree with the help of her bestfriend Tariq. Through her life her life she plays and deals with the fact that her mother will never love her the same as her two brothers that are away at war. Strangers to her, her brothers die and their death forces their mother into extreme depression. With the war killing her family Laila is Bearing a great secret Laila makes many choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel teaches you that your life is what you make of it. Bad things happen all the time and you have to keep going. Hold on to the love that was with you and remember the good times, they are what get you through the bad.  The choices you make today stay with you tommorow think wisely and move with integrity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-3909660318692995409?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3909660318692995409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=3909660318692995409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/3909660318692995409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/3909660318692995409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2010/03/thousand-splendid-suns.html' title='Thousand Splendid Suns'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-4454742175485339293</id><published>2010-03-05T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:03:41.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duel</title><content type='html'>The Begining is taking a while to get into.... The radio is playing and an orange car is driving up a long country side road.... The orange car and the truck are  going back and forth on the road while the radio is still playing. At the gas station the tanker driver is  basically a ghost and the service station pumps the gas and checks under the hood for you. Needs to get his repaired. The service man is not the safest when it comes to gas. Orange car driver makes a phone call and the operator picks up to connect the call. He apoligizes to his wife, for not speaking to his friend about hitting on his wife. He has to make it home on time for dinner with his mother. A lady is loading laundry. The movie is very loud...  The tanker is speeding with the orange car on a curvy road. The tanker is driving slow and letting off a lot of exhaust. The tanker= old rust, the man in the orange car= David. David almost hit an on coming vehicle while playing cat and mouse with old rust. David is going crazy and drove off the road. After passing the truck he jumps for joy. Old rust is speeding to catch up to David. Now David and old rust are both speeding. Old rust has almost caught up. David still has the lead. Old rust is on David's tail. Scary music has just come on. David is Frantic and pulls into a diner. An older man comes to assist David. David has whiplash. He gets out of his car stumbling around.  He goes to the bathroom to cool down. David enters a series of thoughts to himself. The people inside the diner laugh at him for wrecking, he looks out the window and old rust is outside waiting. David sits in the diner worried. Looking around for the driver of Old Rust. He orders his food and aspirin.  David starts thinking to himself again. One by one the men at the bar turn and glare at David. The man David assumed was the driver hopes into another truck. The only man with snake skin boots on left in the bar is assumed to be the driver now. David gets up and tells the  man to cut it out accussing the man of being Old Rust's driver. David slaps the man's sandwich out of his hands. Fist fight breaks out. The diner owner breaks it up. The man in the fight gets into the wrong truck. Everyone in the bar stares David down. Old Rust drives away before David can she the driver. He chases after the grimy tanker. David gets in his car and drives away.` David tries to give a school bus filled with kids a push and gets the front end of his car stuck under the bus. Bus driver curses infront of the kids. Old Rust shows up at the end of a tunnel not far from David's stuck car. Old Rust is just waiting in the tunnel with his lights on. David tries to get the kids to get on the bus before old rust gets there. Old Rust gives the bus a push. David speeds off before Old Rust is done.  Old Rust quietly sneaks up on David and tries to push him into a moving train. David pulls out and off the side of the road safely and lets the tanker pass. He gets back on the road... Old Rust is waiting on David. David gets on the telephone to call the police while a lady is pumping gas and checking his car. Old Rust is rumaging through the SNAKESTAND, then starts to chase David up the road. David stops and thinks to himself.  David gets on the road and runs into the tanker again. He pulls over and ask an older couple to call the police amd the tanker scares them off. He gets in his car bolts in front of the tanker. The two are racing.  David's car starts overheating, and the car is rapidly slowing down.  The tanker is catching up. David panics. He needs oil.  The car is still slowing down.  David makes it to the summit and is coasting down the mountain. The car gains speed and the tempature falls while the car is in neutral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-4454742175485339293?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4454742175485339293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=4454742175485339293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/4454742175485339293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/4454742175485339293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2010/03/duel.html' title='Duel'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-135388625798453033</id><published>2010-03-03T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:38:47.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bannin Ipods 2b</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Who:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Students and Ipods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;What:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ipods are getting banned from school campuses because students are using them to cheat. Students are putting answers, formulas, and other methods of cheating in class in the lyrics and codes of their Ipods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When:  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;During class and tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  In classrooms all over the United States.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why it matters:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  The education process is being compromised and people are cheating. Cheating is being made easier and teachers are being fooled. Simple music players are becoming escape devices for students that are not reaching their full potential. First the baseball caps were banned because people were writing answers on the brim of the hats, then cell phones were taken out because teachers learned that text messages allowed answers to circulate with ease, and now Ipods are being taken away from students. Not all students use them to cheat. Some students use them to wind down after games, tests, or other events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I think that people should stop cheating! Not everyone uses their Ipods to cheat and now everyone is being victimized. I understand why the ban is in affect, because cheating is not acceptable and does create bums for the future. I agree with the ban!&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,268903,00.html"&gt;http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,268903,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-135388625798453033?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/135388625798453033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=135388625798453033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/135388625798453033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/135388625798453033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2010/03/bannin-ipods-2b.html' title='Bannin Ipods 2b'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-2693746586767985916</id><published>2010-03-01T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:38:09.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Disaster 2b</title><content type='html'>In the world, there are many natural disasters that are changing our history. Earthquakes, Global Warming, and Euro Storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earthquarkes cause much damage, and changes the lives of those caught in the rubble. In Chile, the quake stole around 700 lives, but there is sign of much life still there. The people there are living in chaos and the millitary and government have been issued to the country to deal with looters and curfew violators. Hospitals and doctors are in need of water and supplies. &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/lt_chile_earthquake;_ylt=Asvgs.kkTmBm2Gg.uvDxPX.s0NUE;_ylu=X3oDMTNqYmlkcW5yBGFzc2V0A2FwLzIwMTAwMzAxL2x0X2NoaWxlX2VhcnRocXVha2UEY2NvZGUDbW9zdHBvcHVsYXIEY3BvcwMxBHBvcwMyBHB0A2hvbWVfY29rZQRzZWMDeW5fdG9wX3N0b3J5BHNsawNjaGlsZXRyb29wc3A-"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/lt_chile_earthquake;_ylt=Asvgs.kkTmBm2Gg.uvDxPX.s0NUE;_ylu=X3oDMTNqYmlkcW5yBGFzc2V0A2FwLzIwMTAwMzAxL2x0X2NoaWxlX2VhcnRocXVha2UEY2NvZGUDbW9zdHBvcHVsYXIEY3BvcwMxBHBvcwMyBHB0A2hvbWVfY29rZQRzZWMDeW5fdG9wX3N0b3J5BHNsawNjaGlsZXRyb29wc3A-&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global Warming is hard to prove when you are going through a harsh winter like this, but scientist argue that the planet's heating is the cause of harshness. People do not believe that the planet's tempature is going up when this winter has brought so much snow and blizzard. Scientist continue to try to prove their case.&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/csm/20100228/ts_csm/283713"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/csm/20100228/ts_csm/283713&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France and neighboring countries were hit by a storm that has changed the look of the land. Air traffic and other transportion have been delayed, houses are in high water, people are dead, missing, and injured. The French President toured the affected areas, and is saying that 4 million dollars will be used in aid. &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100301/ap_on_re_eu/eu_france_deadly_storm"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100301/ap_on_re_eu/eu_france_deadly_storm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;similarities&lt;br /&gt;These Natural Disasters are affecting the lives of everyone in the world. People are getting negative feedback from nature. Money is being spent. The future is going to be changed. Lives are being altered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most important disaster is:&lt;br /&gt;Global Warming. This is the fate of our planet. Ice caps melting, polar bears dying, and summers burning the skin. Global Warming needs to be taken care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-2693746586767985916?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2693746586767985916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=2693746586767985916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/2693746586767985916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/2693746586767985916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-world-there-are-many-natural.html' title='Natural Disaster 2b'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-1185772077783266056</id><published>2010-02-11T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T07:57:39.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Streets Lights =Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let me know do i have time to grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;, never set in stone, blurred by doubt, ignited by hope, held onto by youth, and destroyed by age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; By the faith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;we are taught to look for the street lights in everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;People wonder their whole lives searching for the street lights, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;meager morsels of emotion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; that give false positives in most cases.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/photos/ajgelado/1163955513/"&gt;http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/ajgelado/1163955513/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;To long, to lust, to hope, to live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;are what they are asking for when they look for the street lights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Taking a chance at failure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; people find them and cling to them for their emotion's sake. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;battered and beaten hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; beat, pumping street lights, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;commonly known as love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;, to the brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Doesn't everybody enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; falling in love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Love equals street lights... Street lights keep going and going down the streets and roads lighting the path for people of all varieties to follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Street light much like love fool people, if you pay too much attention to the hype of the lights, you lose your direction.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;TV cameras zoom in on love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;to bring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;people and attraction closer. But they leave out the confusion and the struggle that comes in the packaged deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Street lights! Let me know do i still have time to grow? Things are not always set in stone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That be known, let yourself pay your fare and know your distination. Don't just be lost in the streets, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;with moments passing in front of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/photos/ajgelado/1163955513/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-1185772077783266056?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1185772077783266056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=1185772077783266056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/1185772077783266056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/1185772077783266056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2010/02/streets-lights-love.html' title='Streets Lights =Love'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-1172495339005341289</id><published>2010-01-15T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T06:39:19.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Civil War</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The war is begining, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the people searching for cures to the battle, families seeking the answers to their questions, children divided by pride, the nation surrounded by tradition, America pressed by revolution, Lincoln stranded by force, and slaves lurking for peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Families were torn apart,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;revolution raped by the past, tradition starlted by the future, and the south fearing the losses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Brothers turned against each other, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sisters humbled with pride, mothers devasted by the battles, soldiers traumatized with the war, and men strickend with shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bodies lay everywhere the eye could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; see, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bags of blood and gore , tatters with gore, screaming for mercy, begging for death, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-1172495339005341289?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1172495339005341289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=1172495339005341289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/1172495339005341289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/1172495339005341289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2010/01/civil-war.html' title='Civil War'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-5559997531712574319</id><published>2009-11-23T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:58:34.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be thankful for!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;    - my grandpa is dead and gone home  in the sky, but my grandma is still here keeping my family together as best as she can. Im glad that i still have at least one of the two here with me to keep me going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;    - they always have my back and keep me level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;3.Memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;   - they allow me to hold on to the good of the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;4.luaghter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;    - times get rough and im glad that i can still laugh at some of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;5. my brain being sain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;6. my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;7. school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;8. having enough food each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;9. being priveledged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;10.having hope always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-5559997531712574319?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5559997531712574319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=5559997531712574319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/5559997531712574319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/5559997531712574319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-be-thankful-for.html' title='to be thankful for!'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-3220994833120733054</id><published>2009-11-23T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:47:52.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>speak</title><content type='html'>Luarie Halse Anderson's novel&lt;em&gt;  Speak &lt;/em&gt;is a tragic story of a silent rape victim and her road to redemption. The novel is an eye opener!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the begining of the story Melinda, the main character, is outcasted and all alone, with no one to understand her; the burden is upon herself to find her way back to normal life. When you see someone struggling to move past a horrific event would you help them? That was the question i had to ask myself. When reading &lt;em&gt;Speak &lt;/em&gt;you take a look at your surroundings and notice that there are several Melindas that you never thought to help. The acknowledgement kind of makes you sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Melinda found her way, i wanted to be more proactive and help others. Melinda struggled and no one could help her, she had to build strenght and courage for herself. Just as we as a people have to build courage for ourselves, because no one else will do the job for us. Melinda's journey proves that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend the novel! Melinda's journey ahs so many aspects and perspectives to observe and debate. The journey builds strength and raises actions inside you that you never noticed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-3220994833120733054?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3220994833120733054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=3220994833120733054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/3220994833120733054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/3220994833120733054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/11/speak.html' title='speak'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-6790206833678705129</id><published>2009-10-30T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:39:46.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching Spirit Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;    This novel is a strong peice of evidence. Evidence of 2nd chances, for Cole Matthews a troubled teen  bully/ victim, who seeking for something unknown. While on the desert island he discovers the true roots for his anger and aggression and breaks down his barriers. The novel uses many vivid details and greusom scenes to portray exactly how hard and vital the island is to life. While reading the novel i could feel all the emotions and see all the scenes. Cole is hard, but being hard was not his fault, life and the people in his life had forced him to put up walls to protect himself. The lesson I got out of the novel is that life is like the island and if you choice to let the bad hold you down you will get eaten alive by the spirit bears of your life, but if you choice to get yourself together and move and not dwell on the bad you will redeem yourself and go far. In the end, Cole learned his dances and worked on himself. Many things happened to get him there but he kept moving forward. Just like we as people have to do.&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/3573700660940569815-6790206833678705129?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6790206833678705129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=6790206833678705129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/6790206833678705129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/6790206833678705129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/10/touching-spirit-bear.html' title='Touching Spirit Bear'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-287233838597603136</id><published>2009-10-15T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:04:13.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>What does the word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;free &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;really mean? Is the meaning, unattached, able to move, mobile, or flowing? I believe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;free &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is when you have your mind made up and nothing is holding you back, you are able to move without restraints or caution. You can go as you please and do what you need to do without a second thought. I guess &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;without. Nothing there, alone, bare! It almost sounds painful and not worth the fights that so many have fought. But the state of being  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is great, refreshing and pure. To be able to make your own choices and decisions is an amazing thing that so many take for granted, and I'm lost as to why? Soldiers are fighting for our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dom, not just mine but yours to and people walk like they have forgotten that. 9 years ago this country was attacked and lives where taking, even if you did not die your life was taken from your an your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dom was threatened. I dont know about you but that last sentence of mine sparks emotion. My point is that being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is important no matter how dull and bare the word sounds. So never let anything or being make you think different, because there are a lot of lifeless people that would love to get the chance to show you wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-287233838597603136?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/287233838597603136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=287233838597603136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/287233838597603136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/287233838597603136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/10/free.html' title='Free'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-4954499401334450549</id><published>2009-10-01T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:32:38.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Captive</title><content type='html'>In the courageous novel &lt;i&gt;Indian Captiv&lt;/i&gt;e, the character Molly Jemison portrays bravery and true heart from beginning to end.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This novel takes place in past time Pennsylvania on the frontier, where Molly's family grows corn and doesn't think Seneca indians will attack them. Soon they find out they were wrong! Molly is separated from her family and has to survive alone with the indian people."a pioneer never quits" is my school moto and Molly fits the moto well.  "Home is where you make it" is another moto Molly fits in this novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Through the years she never gave up on herself and even coped with her new home. More people should be Mollys, instead of dwelling on the bad of the situation look at the good things you have no matter how small they may be. Rough times are bound to come and you cant control them, but you can control the responses you have. Keep your head up and just keep moving forward. All of these points are shown and proved in the novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The chapters are short and the text is not challenging. The novel is an easy read that you can pick up when you just need time to yourself and want to reflect on things. I recommend the novel to all people, because everyone needs to learn these homely lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-4954499401334450549?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4954499401334450549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=4954499401334450549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/4954499401334450549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/4954499401334450549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/10/indian-captive.html' title='Indian Captive'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-5844011406577213801</id><published>2009-10-01T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:04:54.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricks</title><content type='html'>Ellen Hopkins's novel&lt;i&gt; Tricks, &lt;/i&gt;is an epic journey of the teenage love crisis. The novel consists of short poems that reveal the secret love lives of 5 teens. Each teens' journey is different and awakens different feelings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the beginning, i started out ill interested in the intros to the lives of 5 strangers and did not much care for their boring average lives, but as the poems progress i realized that, that is what makes the novel so grand. The idea of the novel," that love changes all aspects of ones life and even though the word "love" is spelled the same no two people go through the motions the same way'. All the people had average lives that they were content with until love took over their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As the novel plays on, you also learn that everyone is looking for a different form of love whether the love be a relationship with a member of the opposite sex, parents and family, or yourself. Hopkins realistically portrayed modern teens and really addressed issues that are taboo and never mentioned unless Oprah and Tyra Banks are having a ratings craze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; The novel awakened me to the world of others and made me realize some many dynamics to others around me. I recommend this novel to the brave ones that dare open their eyes to real issues and situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-5844011406577213801?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5844011406577213801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=5844011406577213801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/5844011406577213801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/5844011406577213801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/10/tricks.html' title='Tricks'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-1473747276510658310</id><published>2009-09-11T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:33:29.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Year So Far!</title><content type='html'>My junior year has started, the classes have began, and the people are already into the swing of normal routines. Today is 9/11 and i'm reflecting. This year is a crucial year in my life. The actions I make will effect the rest of my life. i watch out for the destractions that could mess up my future. i have to look for oppurtunity and go for them, and never back down fromw challenges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-1473747276510658310?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1473747276510658310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=1473747276510658310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/1473747276510658310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/1473747276510658310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-year-so-far.html' title='My Year So Far!'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-5815941580067317107</id><published>2009-06-26T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:14:54.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kaitlyn's super sweet 16</title><content type='html'>im turning 16&lt;br /&gt;my party is at 90 dry run circle&lt;br /&gt;when: july 10th&lt;br /&gt;everyone is invited&lt;br /&gt;the theme is old school hip hop so dress like your from the late 80's or 90's( bright colors, nikes, chains etc.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-5815941580067317107?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5815941580067317107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=5815941580067317107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/5815941580067317107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/5815941580067317107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/06/kaitlyns-super-sweet-16.html' title='kaitlyn&apos;s super sweet 16'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-3089236762688918970</id><published>2009-05-28T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:47:59.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Their eyes were watching god</title><content type='html'>Zora Neale Horston's short story teaches people that you dont always get what you see. People may look all dignified but really deep on the inside they may as wild and rugged as a bucking bronco. You have to accept them for the way they are even if they dont  do everything you approve of. People are going to follow their hearts regardless of what the town is going to say. Like Janice and Tea Cake, even though people talked about them like they were crazy, they still went off and enjoyed their new life together. Janice was always known as Mrs. Mayor Starks but really she was a free spirit that needed to be let go. Noisy people of the town were not going to hold her back from her real love that she had found with tea Cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-3089236762688918970?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3089236762688918970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=3089236762688918970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/3089236762688918970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/3089236762688918970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/05/their-eyes-were-watching-god.html' title='Their eyes were watching god'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-3279107279962665521</id><published>2009-05-13T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:29:45.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My poem</title><content type='html'>so much depends&lt;br /&gt;                upon a girl voiceful and chocalate&lt;br /&gt;                                                         so bold yet small&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       standing on a stage all alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-3279107279962665521?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3279107279962665521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=3279107279962665521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/3279107279962665521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/3279107279962665521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-poem.html' title='My poem'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-6964398353658779766</id><published>2009-05-13T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:23:41.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fav techie tool</title><content type='html'>im not really big on techie tools. i never had to use them until my 10th grade year, the class was pre-ap english 10 and there was so much to do in the class that work piled up. i had to find a way to get all the papers and such done. My teacher told the class we had to make gmail accounts and i had no idea what she was talking about. so after a few classes i got an account, then i learned that gmail is really cool and dependable. i can get my work done online and e-mail the assignment to my teacher. Check turned in on time..... saves me work to repeat if lost and saves lots of money on paper. Gmail is okay in my book thats why i choose gmail as my favorite techie tool. gmail has allowed me to access so much imformation on the web and at school. the work i do at school and do not complete, gmail allows me to finish at home. I had no idea gmail even was availible til this year and now i get on the gmail every week. Gmail allows me to: have web pages, have blogs, send messages, hold messages, and even save files. gmail is my most used techie tool because the gmail server is user friendly. i suggest that if you are having problems and searching for a way out like i was get a gmail account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just school uses you can also chat on up with  your friends and family too. Not like facebook and myspace but any connection with the world is better than none.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-6964398353658779766?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6964398353658779766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=6964398353658779766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/6964398353658779766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/6964398353658779766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-fav-techie-tool.html' title='My fav techie tool'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-277551208853292348</id><published>2009-05-13T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:10:20.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the giver</title><content type='html'>Lois lowry's The Giver is novel of many lesson the most important being : Never Take Memory for granted! the main character Jonas is a overacheiver/ normal boy. He live in a land were Sameness is the name of the game. Climate is controlled, genes are controlled, peoople are controlled, including the choices that are allowed to be made are all controlled by councilmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory is forgotten and no one knows of life from the past. The Giver is the holder of memory and wisdom, he is responsible for the fate of the community, and he helps Jonas learn that life can be so much more meaningful than he knows. Can you imagine holding so much knowledge and not being able to share the gift with anyone not even your closet friends and family? Holding pain in and not being able to medicate yourself? Jonas did everyday. He felt the community's pain because the people were to selfish to deal with the truth of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many memories were  transfered to Jonas the Giver helps Jonas to escape and free the memories to the world. People would be forced to deal with the truth and deal  with choices thay gave up long ago. Hopefully the people would the powerful lesson: NEVER TAKE MEMORY FOR GRANTED!!! A long journey lays ahead for dear Jonas but the gift he has given the community will forever be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only a bicycle and his little buddy, Jonas must treck to new lands. The ending of the novel is not clear, but if you choose to believe, Jonas has made his way to better times and new memmories of  his own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-277551208853292348?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/277551208853292348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=277551208853292348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/277551208853292348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/277551208853292348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/05/giver.html' title='the giver'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-5142617808088805787</id><published>2009-04-29T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:46:12.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In George Orwell's Animal Farm, the lesson is not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-5142617808088805787?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5142617808088805787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=5142617808088805787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/5142617808088805787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/5142617808088805787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/04/animal-farm.html' title='Animal Farm'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-195406531686047833</id><published>2009-04-15T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:24:27.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sPRING BREAK</title><content type='html'>Spring break is over! my spring break was a mixture of heartache and bliss. the short lived break started with a funeral( my great grandma anne) that almost killed me, then the man of my dreams walked away forever. Hours of sheer torture went by, when i decided to pack away my sorrows and fix my life. Road trip!!!! My friends and i went to the city and got a hotel room and made due with the few days left of the break. Finally after many arguements me and prince charming made amends.  Hotels always eem to relaw me  but for some reason this hotel was not my friend. I got sick and was miserable all through the night, but when the morning came i got up and went to the gym which i admit is a strange combo.  After coming back to batesville i realized that i want more from my time as a teenager, these are the best days of my life and i should not spend them letting people bring me down. The last days of the break were absolutely wonderful.  i cleared my head mostly and made a few minor decisions. Cant wait for summer to get here so i can be a princess once again and maybe even get my prince charming with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-195406531686047833?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/195406531686047833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=195406531686047833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/195406531686047833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/195406531686047833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break.html' title='sPRING BREAK'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-3197615819091704891</id><published>2009-03-30T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:46:08.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exert from anthem Essay</title><content type='html'>I recently finished the novel Anthem and entered an essay contest, and here is some of the work i entered:&lt;br /&gt;            Life is a precious gift to receive. “Learn like you are going to live forever, live like you are going to die tomorrow” were the words Gandhi lived by. Equality 7-2521 states that there are very few men that reach the age of 45 in the world he lives in they never got to live like there is no tomorrow.  Men in that world more than likely don’t live to be 45 because of poor health conditions, lack of hope, and horrible self conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, the novel talks about the boys learned to bleed people to cure them of illness. Obviously medical technology was not up to par. If people get bled for every little illness people are going to be sickly all the time, bodies will not be strong enough to fight off ailments, and eventually people are going to die. Because the diseases are not going to be cured, viruses are going to spread like wild fires, and bacteria are going to infect people with no hesitation, civilization is going to be an ecological plague. There will be no chance to fend off foreign infectious DNA.  People are going to die because there is no medical assistance to help cure them. Ailments that we of 2009 take for granted are going to wipe out people of Equality’s time. Babies would be at high risk due to no prenatal care and if by some leap of chance they survive birth will not adequately be taken care of, thus resulting in death. What happens when the bodies are no longer living? Nothing was said about proper burials of cremation processes. Dead bodies carry nasty and potentially deadly germs. Germs that could be engulfed into the human body and cause severe damage to the immune system, could be spread around like a sneeze.  No one has a chance to make the age of 45 with the little health care citizens were provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Equality and the men of his time were rare to live to the age of 45, because of poor health conditions, lack of hope, and horrible self conditions. People had no fear of death and more than likely viewed death as an escape from the horrors of life. Can you imagine living in a world were no one cared if you were here tomorrow are not? These men did! No one wants to live like they did, and have to bear the burdens of life like a statue. 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href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6935075757374423352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=6935075757374423352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/6935075757374423352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/6935075757374423352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/lyrical-freedom.html' title='lyrical freedom'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-3182514531304305112</id><published>2009-03-12T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:19:16.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If the ones you love are the ones that hurt you the most are the ones that hurt you the ones you love?</title><content type='html'>I was always told "The ones you love hurt you the most" and never understood why someone you loved could hurt you more than someone you dont love.  Time went by and I got older and wiser, and one day I found the meaning of that phrase. My beloved father was no longer there and the man i loved most in the world hurt me more than anyone could imagine. Never had i felt a pain so real and so intense. The feeling felt as if I had nothing to look forward to as if the word literally came down on me. WHY? HOW? ???  I just could not understand how someone that knew so much about me and someone that promised to never hurt me could hurt me so badly? People told me time heals everything but I'm still waiting for the cure to come my way. Yes, i have forgiven him and I have made peace with the whole situation, but i still cant fathom why he left. Now that Im older and people come in go through my life I tend to hold on to a few. I hold onto the special people that make me smile. Now, Im watchful of the fairweather people and the down for life people.  The ones I love, I try to make every effort I can to keep them around, but i cant do everything by myself love takes two to tango.&lt;br /&gt;On this lesson, Im still learning and living life like a normal teen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-3182514531304305112?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3182514531304305112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=3182514531304305112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/3182514531304305112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/3182514531304305112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-ones-you-love-are-ones-that-hurt-you.html' title='If the ones you love are the ones that hurt you the most are the ones that hurt you the ones you love?'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-1619711450797507087</id><published>2009-03-12T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:57:05.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Was The Black Dahlia Killer</title><content type='html'>Janice Knowlton's &lt;em&gt;Daddy Was The Black Dahlia Killer&lt;/em&gt; is a thrilling spine chilling epic. One of the most enduringly fascinating crimes of American history.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that the book is real and in such great detail, grabs the reader and holds on tight.  The text tells if a monstrous murderer. On January 15, 1947, walker made a gruesome find in a lot of Los Angeles: the body of Elizabeth Short, a mediocre Hollywood actress was naked, cut into two, and babaricly mutilated. The demise of Short jump started a man hunt, people went crazy and the press even nick-named the murdered girl the Black Dahlia. How amazing the crime was for me when I realized the crime went on unsolved for almost half a century until here recently?&lt;br /&gt;The chiling truth shall set you free. When the murders' daughter shared her repressed memories of her father's murders. By the age of ten Janice (the daughter) had many repressed memories of her father killing people in their california home. The Black Dahlia was not the first and cetainly not the last of her sightings. &lt;br /&gt;How can someone let so much time go by without saying anything to anyone? Counselors took over four decades to put the traumaized girl together to get the memories to surface. No wonder she could not speak.  The girl watched her father commit over nine sadistic murders including the murder of her very own infant son, a child of incest. Using a huge array of items, Janice exposed her father to the LA police.What's wrong with the father? The Dahlia Killer's crime spread from rape to murder for over thirty years.&lt;br /&gt; Janice Knowlton took bravery and courage to tell the story of her evil father in this gut wrenching novel of America's most notorious serial murderer. If CSI and NYPD Blue dont quite cut the cheese for you i recommend reading this three hundred and sixty three page novel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-1619711450797507087?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1619711450797507087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=1619711450797507087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/1619711450797507087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/1619711450797507087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/daddy-was-black-dahlia-killer.html' title='Daddy Was The Black Dahlia Killer'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-3384176354596288380</id><published>2009-03-12T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:28:13.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboys</title><content type='html'>Sarah Davidson's novel &lt;em&gt;Cowboy&lt;/em&gt; is 300 pages of gritty love. Inspiring without being mushy, &lt;em&gt;Cowboy &lt;/em&gt;is one of the most unique rides you will go on.&lt;br /&gt;An older professional woman, an well educated woman who writes books and screenplays moves to the country acres of Arizona. Love comes in unlikely places is proven when she meets a younger man that make bridles.    The two magnets meet and fall head over heels. How low will you stoop for love? How coud a educated success fall into a fling with an uneducated bridle maker?&lt;br /&gt;Does your career determine your love interest? In this case yes, for a whie the stature of the two does affect their love. Both think the fling will end soon or at least wont last long, but cupid has another thing coming for the both of them. The fling last longer than the both of them could have expected.&lt;br /&gt;This novel is a page turner, you will be glued to your seat and your eyes will becolme stuck to the pages. Never will you want to sat the book down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-3384176354596288380?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3384176354596288380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=3384176354596288380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/3384176354596288380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/3384176354596288380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/cowboys.html' title='Cowboys'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-1021994210222126318</id><published>2009-03-12T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:54:17.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cheetah Girls</title><content type='html'>Deborah Gregory's Cheetah Girs series is a diva packed blast. The series tells the story of how five girls follow their dream of being famed singers and start a pop group.  Book number one is Wishing on a Star.&lt;br /&gt;Galleria, Chanel, Dorinda, Anginette, and Aquanette are the founders of the group and are all best friends. They work together to get a mega recording deal and those mega bucks. Everyday they hang out like regular kids, practice their songs, and enjoy their families.  Cheetahs prove that fame does not mean you have to change yourself.&lt;br /&gt;The girls go through many problems along the road of preparation. High school days give the girls time to get their priorities together. This is a book of divas and stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-1021994210222126318?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1021994210222126318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=1021994210222126318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/1021994210222126318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/1021994210222126318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheetah-girls.html' title='The Cheetah Girls'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-6652226465876899664</id><published>2009-03-11T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:17:04.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthem</title><content type='html'>Ayn Rand's Anthem is a novel of the hopes and dreams of tommorrow. The novel has many ways to approach the text from sci-fi to christian, but the true meaning is clear no matter how you approached the text. Hope is eternal, no matter how bad the times may get, hope will always find a way to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equality 7-2521(the main character) is different from everyone in the world around him and at first he fights his individuality and tries to be like everyone else. Everyone incuding teachers know that he is not fooling anybody. Individualism is not permitted in this Distopic/utopia, the law monitors everyone and everything that goes on. In reading Equality's journey you learn that being in a group all the time is not good. Having no voice in life is no way to live. Even if you are going to be called evil of damned for being unique then take all the names people through at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lesson be learned is, how far will you go for love. In the world Equality lived in nobody was alowed to love. Men over the age of 21 and women at and over the age of 18 go to the City Palace of Mating every spring and babies are born every winter. Women and Men never know their children and never get to wonder where there children are? The males of the time have never seen pregnant women ever!!! Love was a word that meant "the emotion you share for your fellow brothers, and no you can not love one person more than your brothers". Equality althrough out the novel took the law into his own hands, so when he saw Liberty he fell in love fast. Everyday he woud go to her job and watch her. They made eye contact and even gave each other new names. Their love was eternal and illegal. Time flew and they when they ran away together, they both agreed their love would get them through any trials that would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I recommend reading the novel and not taking the life we as people from the present are previledged enough to live for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-6652226465876899664?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6652226465876899664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=6652226465876899664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/6652226465876899664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/6652226465876899664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/anthem.html' title='Anthem'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-1056691797502508740</id><published>2009-03-11T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:29:04.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call of the Wild</title><content type='html'>The novel &lt;em&gt;Call of the Wild&lt;/em&gt; is a timeless classic. &lt;em&gt;Call of the Wild &lt;/em&gt;touches many topics but the most stricking is related to Charles Darwin's theory of survival of the fittest.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Darwin, a world reknown scientist developed the theory of survival of the fittest, which stated the strongest or most suited organism survives in the environment while the weak shall perish away. Organism may adapt to new conditions although not all organisms do. In the novel Buck a huge race dog most become well duited to his new life of racing. Just like the theory states Buck survived because he adapted to the cold wilderness environment.&lt;br /&gt;Although surviving in the wilderness may have saved buck's life the massive dog was no where near eady to live in every day society by the end of the novel. The wild wolf ancestors of Buck's had taken over and he was not adiquit for being around humans like in the beginning of the novel. Does surviving come with a cost? In order to survive in rough situations do you have to give up all of your home training?  Buck did, and had to pay the price of losing the life he had become so acostume to.Buck went through many hard tests and tried to stay true to himself as much as could. But the great dog could only bear so much of the burden. Buch had to endure horrible weather, brutal beatings, and creul dogs.  When conditions get just right the urge takes over and your body goes into survival auto pilot.&lt;br /&gt;If Buck was loved so much by the family he had grown with, why did no one come looking for him. The novel mentioned nothing about lost posters,search teams, or even  someone establishing that he was missing. If my beloved dog was missing I take a stand and go to the edge of the world and back to fing him. For a dog that has been in the family for so long  they really did not seem to heart broken to see him go. Why was that I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;In the end, surviving takes a toll on you, you must decide if getting through another day is worth throwing away a whole lifetime of work or even if the situation is worth trying to survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-1056691797502508740?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1056691797502508740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=1056691797502508740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/1056691797502508740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/1056691797502508740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/call-of-wild.html' title='Call of the Wild'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-7149440611902072409</id><published>2009-03-11T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:54:04.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Perfect My World</title><content type='html'>The definition of Utopia is a perfect world for all of mankind. In my own unique Utopia there would be diversity, emotion, and freedom. My word would be vperfect in all the chaos of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an individual is vital to the world,for without individuals nothing could be accomplished. People that are content with being ther own man come up with ideas and trends of the future. Benjamin Franklin discovered electricity while paying in a storm, people of the time probably thought he was crazy, but his adventurous thrill for knowledge allowed him to discover electricity. Individuals are the future and woud most definately be included in my utopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in importance to diversity, emotions keep my imaginary utopia functional. Love, hate, lust, sadness, anger, and everything else the mind and heart ccan ponder are free to be felt in my world. Nobody has to monitor their feelings and thoughts, and everyone is free to as angry of happy as their hearts desire. Many mistakes can be made from some of these emotions but most of the mistakes are worth making. how can amyone enjoy living in a world like the one in Ayn Rand's Anthem? The law calls you evil if you have emotions for yourself!! Not ever in my world would someone be able to say that their emotions got them refered to as evil without just cause. Emotions are highly valued in my utopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Last but certainly not least is  FREEDOM, the virtue of all of mankind. Freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom of the press, freedom of life itself are all offered in my world. People wont live like mummies going from day to day without any  say in their lives.  There is no fear of the law enforcement deciding your every move.  Every indivdual is free and able to achieve their pursuit of happiness what ever that may be. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr said, "Letb Freedom Ring" and i shall let freedom ring from nation to nation in my world. In this amazing world of mine people can express there true selves and have no shame in being thereselves. If you are punk rock you are allowed to have a mowhawk and funk colored attire, even if you change your style everyday, you are free too.  Amazing advancements would be made with the free people of my utopia.&lt;br /&gt;  In the end, no world that is filled with control 365  is worth living in. Citizens need diversity, emotions, and freedom to truely live in utopia. People have to have hope for the future and diversity, emotions, and freedom give way to that hope. My utopia is perfect in all the chaos and trials and tribulations that come with living in a perfect world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-7149440611902072409?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7149440611902072409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=7149440611902072409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/7149440611902072409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/7149440611902072409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-perfect-my-world.html' title='To Perfect My World'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-2066999427675407840</id><published>2009-02-13T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:01:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antigone Review</title><content type='html'>Sophocles' Antigone is an exeptional novel that shows people how taking a stand can alter life. I personally loved the novel and the major pionts hidden within the writting.&lt;br /&gt;The main character Antigone, a young girl with a goal takes a stand for her beloved brother. Against all odds she does what she believes in no matter the consequences. Antigone gives proof that love conquers all. The headstrong girl fights authority and and buries her brother. A tragic hero Haemon portrays love by defying his father and comitting suicide for the love of his life. This novel raised questions to me like: what would one do for love?, How far would you go to save the love of your life?, and Is love as strong as Antigone and Haemon made the emotion out to be?.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not the only important subject in the novel. Pride is not always the way to go. Pride ruined many lives in the novel. The major tragic hero Creon, pride filled and stubborn distroyed his whole life. Pride is an important part of life, but too much pride can kill. Creon killed Antigone and his son with his king size pride. Reading the book i wondered how could a father be so blinded to the fact that his own son was trying to persuade him to save his loved fiance? Or how could a man/leader of a city be so high and mighty that he can tell a sister that she can bury one brother but has to disown the other? I mean a good leader should not force a citizen to do a task he himself would not perform. In retrospect Creon could be considered a corrupt leader in a sense. He thought of his position before he thought or even felt a ounce of humility towards others. Pride can people everything.&lt;br /&gt;What would family do for family? Not only did our Tragic hero lose his son he lost his whole family yoo. Antigone was Creon's neice along with being his soon to be daughter in law. How a true man could kil his neice is beyound my mental compacity. But even so, Creon should have known that the true love Haemon had for Antigone was not going to permit him to let her go without a hard core fight. In haemon's case he fought and gave up his life. Creon should have just admitted to being wrong and spared Antigone's life, therefore saving Haemon and allowing Creon to not lose another son.&lt;br /&gt;This novel is full of minor tragic heros but the greatest of all is Creon, the pride filled father. I recommend reading the novel, because it teaches so many lessons and makes the reader think twice before letting pride get the best of themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-2066999427675407840?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2066999427675407840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=2066999427675407840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/2066999427675407840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/2066999427675407840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/02/antigone-review.html' title='Antigone Review'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-133630732170885378</id><published>2009-01-17T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:17:56.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of persuasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;when i was younger i learned that i was going to get in trouble a lot so i had to become a master in the art of persuasion. one incedent that really tested my skills occured when i was about 8. my mom told me to watch after my sister while she walked to my grandma's house. i didnt want to so i went outside and played with my friends. after about 30 minutes mom came back and was not happy. the look on her face let me know i was in trouble. i begged for one chance to explain. i put on crocidile tears and told her that my school teacher told me to ealk away when people bothered me to avoid getting in trouble. i explained how my sister had annoyed me til i could not ake anymore so i went outside to relax. luckily for me she believed my little tears. i got off! i was so relieved. just as haemon tried to persuade his father to save antigone from a horrible death, i was succesful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-133630732170885378?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/133630732170885378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=133630732170885378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/133630732170885378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/133630732170885378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/01/art-of-persuasion.html' title='Art of persuasion'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-1752804275188876131</id><published>2009-01-17T15:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:08:25.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;taking a stand is a big theme in the book &lt;em&gt;Antigone. Antigone&lt;/em&gt; is a book about a girl who takes a stand against a strong powerful leader, and then suffurs the consequences. taking a stand is important. you must take a stand for what you believe in even if you are all alone. once i had to take a stand against one of my family members. yes it was very hard and i felt remorse but they were wrong and needed to know how i felt. i boldly made my point and then left the subject alone. i stood up by myself but i did not care. i feel there are two paths right and wrong and if you watch people do wrong then you are just as wrong as they are. &lt;em&gt;Antigone &lt;/em&gt;teaches people that the right path is not always the easy path but if you believe in the path you must stand up for the path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-1752804275188876131?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1752804275188876131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=1752804275188876131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/1752804275188876131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/1752804275188876131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/01/taking-stand.html' title='Taking a stand'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-8806046304545796505</id><published>2009-01-17T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:00:15.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the year is half over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i have been a sophmore for 1 whole semester. the year is going by so fast, and now another semester is starting. i feel like time is flying by me and i need to focus on my school work and set goals for myself. before i know it i will be a senior! 10th grade is for learning and so far i ve learned that life goes by fast and you have to buckle down and open yours books to get ahead. class may be hard but we the students have  a duty to get the work done. we don't have that long until we graduate and after high school the real world will not be as nice as batesville has been. so as of the end of my first semester i am going to buckle down and give 110 percent in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-8806046304545796505?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8806046304545796505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=8806046304545796505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/8806046304545796505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/8806046304545796505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-is-half-over.html' title='the year is half over'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-6362099150950427659</id><published>2008-12-19T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:54:13.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Good leaders are all around me. You have to look at the leaders you have so you know what they stand for, because bad leaders are around too. In the book Julius Caesar by Shakespeare, bad leaders like cassius depended on good public reps like brutus. Brutus could not think for himself so he killed his best friend. Goes to show you thatthe blind lead the blind. In today's world if you are not careful you can be mislead and fooled by the blind. Leadership is important and you should know your leaders. My leader, mom is not always the greatest and sometimes she does make mistakes, but she stands amd belives in the best. My mom would be Julius Caesar she  came, She saw, she conquered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-6362099150950427659?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6362099150950427659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=6362099150950427659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/6362099150950427659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/6362099150950427659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2008/12/leadership.html' title='Leadership'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-7009395614182906169</id><published>2008-11-18T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:03:59.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The 7 habits has helped me. The RBA (relationship bank account) is my favorite! &lt;strong&gt;In the book, it says to tally up all the things that you do to people both good and bad.&lt;/strong&gt; So you get to look at all the good qualities you have and the bad qualities you need to change. i learned that I am an ok friend at times, but i want to be a great friend. A friend that all people can come to for anything. My listening skills need to be worked on, and hopefully in time they will improve. Also, I need to work on being patient and waiting for things to happen instead of rushing results. It does not take a &lt;strong&gt;augurer&lt;/strong&gt; to tell that the girl i once was is changing for the better. &lt;strong&gt;Broadly speaking, there will be a new me before the people of Batesville High.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-7009395614182906169?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7009395614182906169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=7009395614182906169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/7009395614182906169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/7009395614182906169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-habits.html' title='7 habits'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-3127266959138985048</id><published>2008-11-10T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:48:45.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my favorite thing about the Book the 7 habits book is the personal bank account. Getting to sit down and get to know myself really helped me. I got to know myself and realize what i want and dont want out of high school. im' young and i ve got a lot of promise. fun crazy cool and supercali are words that discribe me and i know i'm great. the book at first was wierd but im glad i read the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-3127266959138985048?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3127266959138985048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=3127266959138985048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/3127266959138985048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/3127266959138985048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-reasons.html' title='7 Reasons'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-6860722612533836392</id><published>2008-10-17T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:00:54.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro to my Sci-fi character</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My characters name is Kaybrien Gail. She is a teenager from the future. kaybrien was born a normal earth girl, but on her tenth birthday she recieved special super powers. her mother Bridgette does not support Kaybrien and wishes that kaybrien did not have powers. Kaybrien's pawpaw (grandpa) is happy that his granddaughter has powers. he trains her and loves her unconditionally. Kaybrien goes to school and hangs with her friends. life is normal for kaybrien until nightfall. at night kaybrien is a super hero. she saves all sorts of people from all sorts of distress. her powers are not yet fully developed yet. with the love and support from kaybrien's pawpaw and friends there is no end to what she can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-6860722612533836392?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6860722612533836392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=6860722612533836392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/6860722612533836392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/6860722612533836392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2008/10/intro-to-my-sci-fi-character.html' title='Intro to my Sci-fi character'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-903028069938166962</id><published>2008-10-17T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:55:08.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sci Fi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Science fiction was never a genre I read.  science is the study of why things happen around you and fiction means fake. So i guess science fiction makes fake science. i never read books like that. In school we started reading the book the Invisible Man, it is very interesting . that is the first book from the genre i have ever read and i want to read more from the genre.  science fiction is a genre that made me think about something other than the words on the page. like what would i do if i waws invisible or if i was all alone. sci-fi is alright with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-903028069938166962?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/903028069938166962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=903028069938166962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/903028069938166962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/903028069938166962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2008/10/sci-fi.html' title='Sci Fi'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573700660940569815.post-7600587266848841299</id><published>2008-09-17T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:55:10.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Presedent'/><title type='text'>Dear President</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think the next president is going to be Barack Obama.  Barack Obama is going to be the united states next president, because he stands for hope and change. Obama says that the united states needs change in: economy, energy, foriegn policy, health care, immigration, iraq, and trade. These are problems that America does need help with.  Barack comes with hope for a new America, a new and brighter future, and a unity between government and the people. I truely believe Obama can make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573700660940569815-7600587266848841299?l=spotlightwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7600587266848841299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3573700660940569815&amp;postID=7600587266848841299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/7600587266848841299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573700660940569815/posts/default/7600587266848841299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlightwriting.blogspot.com/2008/09/dear-president.html' title='Dear President'/><author><name>Kaitlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12559457227609334285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAlfEYKHxgY/Sbhh4S3dl1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g6giZpXNWt0/S220/kaitl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
