<?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-5876660374800700298</id><updated>2012-02-08T08:55:06.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>walking the line of thought</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-867910327262380660</id><published>2012-02-08T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T08:55:06.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEYYYYY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know I havent been on in a while, I have really missed writing and getting my thoughts out there. Well alot has changed, I am a senior at Batesville High this year, only 3 months till graduation!!! I am currently with Jordan(: We just got a puppy named Ben!!! He is precious. I am making good grades and hope to get into Bee Jays hair cutting academy after graduation. Well have a great Wednesday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOVE Kallen(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-867910327262380660?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/867910327262380660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2012/02/heyyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/867910327262380660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/867910327262380660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2012/02/heyyyyy.html' title='HEYYYYY'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-5921158779893422093</id><published>2011-01-31T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:34:19.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insirational</title><content type='html'>My theme word for the year is going to be inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;I am a junior in high school this year, and if there is anything I need more in my life right now than inspiration someone please let me know!&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration, or guidance if you will in every aspect of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School: I need inspiration in school, to do good, to want to do good. Guidance in what to do, where to go to college, what things to sign up for. There are so many things that inspiration and guidance are needed when thinking of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In work: Inspiration to succeed, to grow and prospure in my job and climb the ladder of success in every aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in general: I am like I said a teenager, 17 could or could not be a very hard time for a teenage girls life, inspiration and or guidance is a big deal when it comes to growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thins year as I end my junior year and begin my last year of high school, I will live by the theme word that I have chosen for myself, inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-5921158779893422093?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/5921158779893422093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2011/01/insirational.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/5921158779893422093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/5921158779893422093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2011/01/insirational.html' title='Insirational'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-2410503029056694393</id><published>2011-01-27T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:07:30.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse By: Stephinie Meyer</title><content type='html'>The main characters in the story are Bella Swan, Edward Cullen, and Jacob Black. And just like in all of the other books of the saga they are stuck in this love triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this book, the last book of the Twilight Saga, Bella and Edward finally get married!:) Then on their honeymoon Bella get pregnant! And she still isn't changed yet! So they baby is killing her, so she gets changed into a vampire. And in the mist of all this craziness Jacob imprints on Bella's baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting of the movie is in Forks. A little town way up north in the mountains. They are in their senior year of high school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of the movie is a romance. Its a series of romance novels though. This being the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this book very much! I like it better than any of the Twilight novels. I think that every teenage girl has probably read these books so its hard to suggest it. But if anyone hasn't read it they definitely read it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-2410503029056694393?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/2410503029056694393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2011/01/eclipse-by-stephinie-meyer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/2410503029056694393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/2410503029056694393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2011/01/eclipse-by-stephinie-meyer.html' title='Eclipse By: Stephinie Meyer'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-7209767561015585381</id><published>2011-01-19T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T11:12:22.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break!</title><content type='html'>I can not wait till spring break! There are so many fun and exciting things to do over spring break! People go skiing, to amusement parks, fishing, and families and friends get together and have a great time! Me and my friend Beth are planning a big trip for spring break! I can not wait! Me and my best friend Beth are making a road trip down to the beach! It is going to be so much fun and I'm so excited! We have been to alot of places together but never somewhere long distance like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year for spring break I went snow skiing! It was alot of fun, but after all this snow I think I'd rather just go somewhere warm! The beach is always a great place to spend spring break! Its never to hot or to cold down there in spring and its just a really great trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of scared about the drive all the way down there though! It like 8 or 9 hours to Pensacola where we are going so its going to take a while! Well wish us luck!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-7209767561015585381?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/7209767561015585381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2011/01/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/7209767561015585381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/7209767561015585381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2011/01/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break!'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-7194507574598292036</id><published>2011-01-14T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T11:28:02.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In the past couple weeks I have experienced what real best friends are. What it really means to be a best friends. A couple days ago I got stranded in Sulfur Rock because of a flat tire. I called almost everyone I could think of. And finally&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I got one of my friends to answer. Of course he was busy "sitting in a deer stand". Then after all hope was lost about 5 minutes later I get phone call, Tye was on his way to get me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I honestly don't know what this world would be like with out friendship. I don't know if I would be as well off as I am if it were not for my friends! They have always been there for me. True friends stick with you through the good times and the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And although good friends are good to have, sometimes they are hard to find. You can never really tell a persons character till you get to know them. You have to had gone though things with them, periods of your life. Everyone needs to find their true best friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-7194507574598292036?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/7194507574598292036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/7194507574598292036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/7194507574598292036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends:)'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-4569600374757066563</id><published>2010-12-07T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T10:18:10.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are wondering,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that Christmas is here,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whether or not we will spread Christmas cheer,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the time the lights and tree are up,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We will sing loud and make them jump.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every time we sing, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even if not a pleasant ring,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whenever we do you're sure to smile,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only if for a short while,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We hope you enjoy our short Christmas carol.&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/5876660374800700298-4569600374757066563?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/4569600374757066563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-you-are-wondering-now-that-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/4569600374757066563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/4569600374757066563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-you-are-wondering-now-that-christmas.html' title='Christmas:)'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-5055325452463298946</id><published>2010-11-18T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T10:55:36.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sacrifice By: Kathleen Benner Duble pgs.208</title><content type='html'>The Sacrifice if a very heartfelt, loving book. It is about a family back in the late 1600's in Salem, Massachusetts. In this little town there is a suspicion of witches. Being a town and community of really strict religion and rule this seemed outrageous. The town goes crazy. And the Faulkner family gets devoured by the madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main character in this book sticks out to me as Abigail Faulkner. The younger daughter in the Faulkner family. She is a very strong willed character, yes she is frightened but she holds herself together thoughout the chaos. Her sister Dorothy is also a big part, she being the stronger and more gathered of the two sisters. She helps her sister and teaches her alot throughout their time together. These young girls only ages 10 and 12 get accused of practicing witchcraft, and get thrown in  the Salem jail. For months they sit and wait for their trial. Together they make it though this hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is based on a very true period of time in history. Alot of these stories really happened and took place. People were killed and murdered due to accusations of witchcraft. Women and children were burned on crosses infront of towns and towns of people. This story is very true and that is why I enjoyed it so much. The realism of the story drags you in and you can not put the book down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed this book and believe it is a very good example of the power of family unity and trust. It really opened my eyes to alot of things, and I believe it is a book that everyone should read at some point in their life. You can check it out in Mrs. Gillmore's room.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-5055325452463298946?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/5055325452463298946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/11/sacrifice-by-kathleen-benner-duble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/5055325452463298946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/5055325452463298946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/11/sacrifice-by-kathleen-benner-duble.html' title='The Sacrifice By: Kathleen Benner Duble pgs.208'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-6791973860126500180</id><published>2010-11-10T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T10:23:59.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argument: For what would you risk your life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Assertion/Claim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;People risks their lives for things they feel vital or important to them everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For your friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Your country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For a stranger? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Your rights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Humans have a natural nurturing instinct, which makes us feel we need to stand up for and protect our family and friends, even if it means risking our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Commentary 1: For example, mothers with their children, as providers they have a natural feeling that makes them bend over backwards to provide and be the best they can. Even If it means risking their own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Commentary 2: And soldiers, fighting for their country, they are out their protecting what they feel to be theirs. We have so many willing soldiers over seas fighting for our country, for our freedom, for everything we know to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Commentary 3: Mr. Luther King Jr. said, " A man who won't die for something is not fit to live." Mr. Luther King was very brave, bravery, maybe that's what this all boils down to, he risked not only his life but his families life to stop segregation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The power of the mind is so powerful that sometimes it is hard, and even impossible to overcome it. And even though maybe what we feel to be right might not be, we will do whatever it takes to make it the way we feel, or have been taught to be right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Commentary 1: Also like when the 911 terrorist attacks accorded. Those bombers believed they were doing what was best to protect their country and their people. Even though what they did was very wrong, they risked, or sacrificed their lives more or less for what they believed to be right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Commentary 2: Last but not least, Anne Frank, a very brave young woman risked her life for the lives of complete strangers. She took people in her home and hid them from the German Nazis'. Knowing that is she were caught if would be sure death or worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Opposing Claims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A lot of people say " " that they would risk their lives for things that are important to them, when in reality they are to selfish and self conceded to risk their own lives for anyone. They would be too worried about their own well- being to try and help or care for someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And others, were simply born without the will to protect, without that nurturing instinct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My rebuttal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Although sometimes I have said something that I didn't mean, or said I would do something I didn't. I honestly can safe that if someone in my family, or someone I love were in danger I would risk my life for them. And maybe one day when the world makes more sense to me, when I am older, I will have feelings like this about a lot more things in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;People risks their lives for things they feel vital or important to them everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Humans have a natural nurturing instinct, which makes us feel we need to stand up for and protect our family and friends, even if it means risking our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For example, mothers with their children, as providers they have a natural feeling that makes them bend over backwards to provide and be the best they can. Even If it means risking their own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And soldiers, fighting for their country, they are out their protecting what they feel to be theirs. We have so many willing soldiers over seas fighting for our country, for our freedom, for everything we know to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mr. Luther King Jr. said, " A man who won't die for something is not fit to live." Mr. Luther King was very brave, bravery, maybe that's what this all boils down to, he risked not only his life but his families life to stop segregation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The power of the mind is so powerful that sometimes it is hard, and even impossible to overcome it. And even though maybe what we feel to be right might not be, we will do whatever it takes to make it the way we feel, or have been taught to be right. Furthermore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; when the 911 terrorist attacks accorded. Those bombers believed they were doing what was best to protect their country and their people. Even though what they did was very wrong, they risked, or sacrificed their lives more or less for what they believed to be right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last but not least, Anne Frank, a very brave young woman risked her life for the lives of complete strangers. She took people in her home and hid them from the German Nazis'. Knowing that is she were caught if would be sure death or worse. Some people however could go against my claim in selfishness or whatever it may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A lot of people say " " that they would risk their lives for things that are important to them, when in reality they are to selfish and self conceded to risk their own lives for anyone. They would be too worried about their own well- being to try and help or care for someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And others, were simply born without the will to protect, without that nurturing instinct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Although sometimes I have said something that I didn't mean, or said I would do something I didn't. I honestly can safe that if someone in my family, or someone I love were in danger I would risk my life for them. And maybe one day when the world makes more sense to me, when I am older, I will have feelings like this about a lot more things in life. Therefore even after all of my research and evaluation I still stand by the statement that people will risk their lives for what they believe to be important, no matter what it may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I believe that in my writing I am both deductive and inductive. I use a lot of facts but I always have an opinion on them. I thinks its important everyone is heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-6791973860126500180?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/6791973860126500180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/11/assertionclaim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/6791973860126500180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/6791973860126500180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/11/assertionclaim.html' title='Argument: For what would you risk your life?'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-4246390676986133603</id><published>2010-11-04T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:20:43.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullying</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Once upon a time, when I was in 2Nd grade I had a broken leg. I had a big ugly cast on my leg and I could not get around very well. I was playing in the sand on the play ground underneath the monkey bars when some big, mean kid jumped right on my broke leg. I was do devastated that someone could be so mean. That is the first time I ever experienced bullying that I can remember. But certainly not the last. I completely despise bullying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-4246390676986133603?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/4246390676986133603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/11/bullying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/4246390676986133603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/4246390676986133603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/11/bullying.html' title='Bullying'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-4558847417743924544</id><published>2010-11-02T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:17:17.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing By Catherine Macphail 191 pages</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is a novel about a family torn from the seems. A very suspenseful novel about how a schools bullying forces a troubled teenager to run away. Leaving his little sister to deal with his devastated parents. Who have gone completely crazy sense his disappearance. She is all by herself with out her brother. And feels misunderstood and unloved. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maxine Moody's world has completely gone down the drain sense her brother ran away. And then ten months later is pronounced dead, but instead of giving up hope Maxine's heartbroken parents jet out in search, leaving Maxine behind with some family members. Felling unloved and unwanted Maxine rebels against school and everything else. And until one day a body in London is discovered with the same clothes Derek disappeared in she looses hope. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can compare this book to Lot of things but two things that really stick out to me are the way that it compares to the book &lt;em&gt;Chasing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brooklynn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and the way it can compare to the world. It is a lot like that book because in both books they claim to see dead people, or something that is not real or should not be there. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brooklynn&lt;/span&gt; sees her friend Gabe that died of an over dose and Maxine is troubled by the thought that she just saw her brother Derek, who is supposed to be dead. I can also make a very easy connection to this book and the world. Kids that are being bullied and feel unloved run away all the time, or even worse. Bullying is a very serious conflict and should not be taken with a cup of tea. It is very detrimental to a lot of young kids and teenagers in this world today. And should be taken very seriously.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The characters in this book are all very different and yet very much the same and going through the same difficulties. Maxine, a very troubled little girl, is more or less the main character. She is struggling with the thought of being unloved and lost. She feels forgotten about by her parents and blames all these feelings on her brother. Derek, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maxine's&lt;/span&gt; runaway brother, is really a  more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;subconscious&lt;/span&gt; character, But still even then he is a big part of the book. He is really the hole reason &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; the book. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maxine's&lt;/span&gt; mother, not really a main character but still somewhat vital to the hole situation, is a very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;worrisome&lt;/span&gt; character. And she is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of the reason Maxine feels and acts the way she does.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoyed this book very much and really agree with the moral. I think that the message it sends out to teenage readers is very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;influential&lt;/span&gt;. Teens should read this book and somewhat better understand the damage of bullying and other harmful actions &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;towards&lt;/span&gt; others. I encourage every young reader to pick up this book and give it a chance. Lots of thanks to Catherine &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Macphail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-4558847417743924544?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/4558847417743924544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/11/missing-by-catherine-macphail-191-pages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/4558847417743924544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/4558847417743924544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/11/missing-by-catherine-macphail-191-pages.html' title='Missing By Catherine Macphail 191 pages'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-234735884738965298</id><published>2010-10-20T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T10:06:50.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming Week</title><content type='html'>Homecoming week is supposed to be fun and all based around the homecoming game and showing school spirit. Participating in all the activities throughout the week is just a way of showing you like to be involved and that you support your school and your Pioneer Football team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although homecoming week is supposed to be based around the football game, I think another big part of homecoming for me and my fellow students has always been the Homecoming Dance. What is a homecoming week with Homecoming Court and Homecoming Queen with out the dance? It has always been spirit week, Friday night football game, and the we danced.. I do not see why this year should have been any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know about you but I am super excited about the game! I know the Pioneers will pull through with a win like they have all year so far. (knock on wood) And with a little support from the rest of Pioneer Nation I do not see it being difficult for them to pull through with yet another triumph. Our boys have worked hard for where they have gotten and I do not see them letting us down now. So be afraid of the dark Chickasaws, very afraid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-234735884738965298?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/234735884738965298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/10/homecoming-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/234735884738965298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/234735884738965298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/10/homecoming-week.html' title='Homecoming Week'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-2401713107639911418</id><published>2010-10-14T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T11:11:57.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: Chasing Brooklyn By: Lisa Schroeder pgs.412</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A girl, lost inlove, and haunted in her dreams. Just a year ago Brooklyn lost her first love Lucca. And Nico lost a brother. Now Brooklyn is haunted by her friend Gabe who just recently died of an overdoes. And Nico by his brother. Gabe trying to teach Brooklyn to let go of fear and let in love again, and Lucca trying to tell Nico to help Brooklyn learn to love again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brooklyn, one of the two main characters in the book, is very depressed at first. Understandibly of course. She is just really scared, that is until she gets closer ti Nico. Nico is the other main character in the book. He is a year older than Brooklyn, and looses himself in running, his get away from the world. And his depressing house without his brother, and now recently with out his best friend Gabe. Both characters learn to find strength and warmth in each other. Which is why I love this novel so very much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The setting in this novel is very modern. Everything in the book is very relatable. It doesnt give and exact location. But I know they were located somewhere near a beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chasing Brooklyn was the first of Schroeder's line of books, all of which connected in a little way. I loved this book and just finished the second. I really think you should check them out. Major props to Lisa Schroeder. Thank you:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-2401713107639911418?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/2401713107639911418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/10/book-review-chasing-brooklyn-by-lisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/2401713107639911418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/2401713107639911418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/10/book-review-chasing-brooklyn-by-lisa.html' title='Book Review: Chasing Brooklyn By: Lisa Schroeder pgs.412'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-2574659521644480493</id><published>2010-09-24T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:48:11.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCLAMATION POINT:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Exclamation poit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How happy this makes me feel.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yell it to the world!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-2574659521644480493?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/2574659521644480493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/09/exclamation-pointd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/2574659521644480493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/2574659521644480493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/09/exclamation-pointd.html' title='EXCLAMATION POINT:D'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-2377512067881810290</id><published>2010-09-22T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:30:45.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review. Twilight by: Stephenie Meyer pgs.498</title><content type='html'>So imagine moving to a completely different state, with completely different weather, different people, different living &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arrangments&lt;/span&gt;, no friends, and then meeting the man of your dreams. Sounds pretty awesome right, or is it? Considering he is a vampire who might just want to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight, the first of its series, written by Stephenie Meyer is no other than a love story, a very twisted love story. When Bella Swan moves from sunny Arizona to the rainy town of Forks it comes as a complete culture-shock. But soon after her arrival she meets the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; and mysterious Edward Cullen. Her curiosity and heart sends Bella tumbling into Edward's porcelain arms. But the more Bella and Edward uncover about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;, and the harder they fall in love, the more they put &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; and everyone around them in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella Swan, one of many of the main characters, is a very innocent and clumsy character. She is very helpless throughout the whole book, which makes her the perfect and complete opposite of her other half... Edward Cullen, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;statuesque&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt;, is a very down to earth character. He spends most of the book trying to hide his identity from Bella, and then the other half protecting her. His loves gets in the way of anything else that could have mattered in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;. Charlie, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bella's&lt;/span&gt; dad, is a kind of distant character, although to me he plays somewhat of an important role. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trys&lt;/span&gt; to be the protective, but not overbearing father that Bella doesn't really want. Then comes Edwards family, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cullen's&lt;/span&gt;, all of which are very mysterious and mostly keep to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting of this book to me seems very modern day. I can imagine her high school in Forks being just like the one I go to, when I read this book I can imagine myself being there with her and Edward. Although in alot of ways their lives aren't realistic I still fell like they go through alot of things that most teenagers do. They suffer from the same high school drama that we do. And I feel very intough with the characters when I read this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the first of the Twilight Saga and I can't wait to read the next one. Anyone who likes action and love storys i recomend this book to you! You will love it! Happy reading:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-2377512067881810290?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/2377512067881810290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/09/book-review-twilight-by-stephenie-meyer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/2377512067881810290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/2377512067881810290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/09/book-review-twilight-by-stephenie-meyer.html' title='Book Review. Twilight by: Stephenie Meyer pgs.498'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-197976215481228140</id><published>2010-09-14T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T11:08:01.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk The Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I chose my blog name last year. I chose the title &lt;em&gt;Walking The Line Of Thought &lt;/em&gt;because of a movie that I saw. This movie was about Johny Cash, a former singer and song wrighter, and about how his life was when he first started singing and throught out his life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The movie was called &lt;em&gt;Walk The Line &lt;/em&gt;and it was named after a song that Johny Cash wrote. I chose this as a title for my blog because I feel like everyone walks and imaginary line at some point in their life, wether it be in a relationship, religous, or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-197976215481228140?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/197976215481228140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-chose-my-blog-name-last-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/197976215481228140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/197976215481228140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-chose-my-blog-name-last-year.html' title='Walk The Line'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-2258900758892842545</id><published>2010-06-03T18:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:11:00.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ok .. so today was my first day of summer and now as it winds down to an end I find myself pondering on the old days in Mrs. Gilmores pre ap english class. Although this was just yesterday. lol. I have to say I don't miss these blog posts at all! I will miss watching my class get yelled at for tilting the lamp shades though! I'll miss you guys! Have a great, essay free, summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(except for those of you who are doing the over the summer homework for AP english next year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-2258900758892842545?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/2258900758892842545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-day-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/2258900758892842545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/2258900758892842545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-day-of-summer.html' title='First Day Of Summer'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-7140985821740461915</id><published>2010-06-02T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:24:25.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross-examine?</title><content type='html'>If I were to be cross examined it would most likely be about my family, and where i come from. I am nothing like the family that I come from. I am actually sane. But I have been cross-examined by people and even friends after them meeting my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is pretty crazy. I come from a bunch of down home Mississippi "rednecks". They are loud, and obnoxious. And quite overwhelming if you haven't know them your whole life. I used to be embarrassed to take my "guy friends" and anyone really around my family. But as I got older I grew out of that and realized that no matter what they are my family and I'm stuck with them forever.:) I love my family very much and even though sometimes it makes people think twice about me I think I'll keep them around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you guys are reading this know I love you! And I'm coming home soon!! Promise:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-7140985821740461915?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/7140985821740461915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/06/cross-examine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/7140985821740461915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/7140985821740461915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/06/cross-examine.html' title='Cross-examine?'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-525283374885275093</id><published>2010-06-02T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:14:53.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthem "I wear a mask"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear a mask, for I am not always the same&lt;br /&gt;Happy, sad, mad which should I claim?&lt;br /&gt;You might advocate or call it a lie&lt;br /&gt;But when in pain I try and hide my cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind this mask there is a real me&lt;br /&gt;But this real skin rarely will you see&lt;br /&gt;Occasionaly you might brake though my wall&lt;br /&gt;Open arms be ready for this emotional downfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear a mask for everyone to see&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to know the real me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this post is so late, i accidentally emailed this insted of posted it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-525283374885275093?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/525283374885275093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/06/anthem-i-wear-mask.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/525283374885275093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/525283374885275093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/06/anthem-i-wear-mask.html' title='Anthem &quot;I wear a mask&quot;'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-7194280394054450283</id><published>2010-06-02T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:10:25.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goerge Orwell commentary</title><content type='html'>In Orwell's book &lt;em&gt;Animal Farm&lt;/em&gt; he uses very effective representation of real people through animals. The way he relates certain classes of people to certain farm animals in the book was amazing. He used pigs to represent the government, Stalin and Lenin mostly. He did it all in a very comical way to some people. He used he strong horse Boxer to represent the work forces in the communities. And along with those he used many other metaphorical representations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that he used this form of characterizing so that he wouldn't have to so boldly say what it was that he was thinking. I mean to those of us that have read the book and spent lots or time analyzing and going over the contents and hidden messages we can see very clearly what it is he was trying to say. But i think if he would have simply wrote it all out alot of people wouldn't have taken the time to read the book. He made it alot more fun and interesting with the animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-7194280394054450283?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/7194280394054450283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/06/goerge-orwell-commentary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/7194280394054450283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/7194280394054450283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/06/goerge-orwell-commentary.html' title='Goerge Orwell commentary'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-8596414903235960480</id><published>2010-06-02T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:00:54.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WIlliam Carlos Williams Poem</title><content type='html'>This is my poem modeled after "The little red wheelbarrow".&lt;br /&gt;It is called "splash".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lash. By: Kallen Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I breathe one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;should i be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;will it be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"splash!" in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well sorry so terribly late! but there you go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-8596414903235960480?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/8596414903235960480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/06/william-carlos-williams-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/8596414903235960480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/8596414903235960480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/06/william-carlos-williams-poem.html' title='WIlliam Carlos Williams Poem'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-5953078289970938013</id><published>2010-06-02T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:37:19.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am my borthers keeper?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I agree with this statement, I am my brothers keeper, yes. I think it is very important. In the past novels we have read in pre ap english they have also giving examples of this. Just like Lennie and George. And i think in the same way that is alot like how our world works, or how it should work. We should all be looking out for each other. The world and all communities should revolve around the statement "I am my brothers keeper."  If everyone agreed with this statement the world world be so much more peaceful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I think that I am my brothers keeper for multiple reasons. I have always had younger siblings. I am the eldest of 3 kids so I have always had to watch out for young ones! And on top of that I have always been very active in sports so I know what it means to watch out for your team mates and "have their back". So I most definitely agree with being "my brothers keeper". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-5953078289970938013?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/5953078289970938013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-my-borthers-keeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/5953078289970938013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/5953078289970938013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-my-borthers-keeper.html' title='I am my borthers keeper?'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-1542171973496581803</id><published>2010-05-24T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:06:55.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Form this paragraph, John Stienbeck seta the scene Of Mice and Men though his use of imagery as he describes the natural world as a parallel to later events in the novelle. In the quote "the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green" the aurthor boldly describes both Lennie and Goerge. The word "green" is commonly used to signify something or somebody younge, nieve, and full of life. While the phrase "runs deep" could be used to discribe someone very stable, solid, or strong. The word "green" can be paralleled with the character Lennie, he is very nieve and full of life at heart. The phrase 'runs deep" reminds me of Goerge because of how stong and stable of a character he is in this book, he spends the majority of the Novel taking care of Lennie and himself. The words "rocky, mountain, and strong" all stand out in the next quote to me. "Rocky" meaning jagged and unstabble, "Mountain" refering to an obstacle, and "strong" defining something defined or well put together. To me "rocky" descibes Lennie to a tee, he is very unstabble mentally. "Mountain" in this quote signifies life in general, the obstacles that you might face. And "strong" defines Goerge being as in mentally he is the stronger of the two. In the quote "under the trees the leave lie deep and so crisp", the words "trees" and "leaves" stand out to me. "Trees" meaning somebodys home, their stable place. And "leaves" being people who have fallen away or left home. Like whenevr the leaves change colors in the fall and drop off the trees. In this same way Lennie and Goerge changed with time and decided it was time to leave home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic Sentence:  The third-person objective point of view accentuates the differences between each character through descriptions of their traits by way of others observing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1st Chunk:  The chosen quote from page 37 of the novel states that "Curley seemed really to see George for the first time. His eyes flashed over George, took in his height, measured his reach, looked at his trim middle." When he encountered George in the bunkhouse, looking for his wife, Curley only noticed George because of his involvement in locating the woman, and because of George's attitude.  Curley was a small man and had self-confidence issues, forcing him to constantly be vigilant in the pursuit for fight to prove to himself and others that he was not to be taken lightly. He looked over George to see how big he was in comparison, sizing up a potential opponet.  George also happened to be small, this making Curley feel relieved and more at ease when talking to him, reassuring him that the fight, if one ensued, would not be a great challenge.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2nd Chunk: Crooks, the black stable buck, always "[Crooks] kept his distance and demanded that other people kept theirs." (pg 67) As also stated in the passage Crooks was "proud" and "aloof." These quotes from Of Mice and Men show that Crooks knew he was different from everyone else. Keeping out of the way of the other ranch workers' was the only way Crooks knew of to keep his pride and prevent his insecurities from overwhelming him. Third person perspective allows people to see the differences in Crooks better than if first person perspective was used; first person often evokes feelings similar to the narrator's in the reader and unbiased opinions, best derived from the third person, are better for evaluating the text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Concluding Sentence:  Without the descriptive passages regarding these characters in third-person objective perspective, these inhabitants of Of Mice and Men would not be as clear to "see" as they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-1542171973496581803?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/1542171973496581803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/05/form-this-paragraph-john-stienbeck-seta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/1542171973496581803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/1542171973496581803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/05/form-this-paragraph-john-stienbeck-seta.html' title=''/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-399935144933071422</id><published>2010-04-12T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:52:36.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today I celebrate separation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I have recently exited a relationship with this one person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And today I celebrate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I should have saved myself from this sorrow, but I waited far to long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I let him break my heart, but now I see its only for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I celebrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I no longer morn for my loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am happy to be separated, now I am free to ponder and explore. My heart does not ache and tears no longer fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can honestly say I Am happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-399935144933071422?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/399935144933071422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/04/celebrate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/399935144933071422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/399935144933071422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/04/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-8990626023982965547</id><published>2010-04-12T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:33:44.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spring break was very successful for me. I spent my break in Mississippi with my loving, very much missed family. It was only the second time I have visited sense i moved to Batesville. They were all very happy to see me, as I was to see them also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;While I was in Ms. i went to the St. Paties Day parade in Jackson. It was alot of fun. St. Paties day is a very big deal in Jackson. They throw several parades throughout the weekend. I went to one of the bigger of the few. I got a ton of beads and lots of candy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-8990626023982965547?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/8990626023982965547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/8990626023982965547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/8990626023982965547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring break'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-5643203485085831486</id><published>2010-02-25T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T11:07:48.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>persuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How often do you use persuasion? I use persuasion probably everyday. And I'm certainly not the only one. Persuasion is a very good skill to learn, you never know when you will use it. I happen to be very good at persuasion. I can pretty much get anybody to believe or do anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In order to get my way alot of the time persuasion is used. I have learned to get what I want by persuading people that what it is I want is good for them as well, which 99% of the time it is. Other times I use simple girly tactics such as batting my eyelashes.:)  And an occasional case of helplessness but very rarely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-5643203485085831486?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/5643203485085831486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/02/persuation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/5643203485085831486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/5643203485085831486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/02/persuation.html' title='persuation'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-3937425682707782111</id><published>2010-02-25T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:55:07.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>commitments</title><content type='html'>Being in the olympics takes alot of commitment. You have to hardcore dedicate yourself to what you are doing and then push yourself. When you are in the olympics you don't have anytime for anything but that. You have to stay focused all the time. And not just for short periods, in the olympics you have to stay commited for years. It literally takes 100% of you will and dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a commitment like the olympics. When I grow up I want to be a doctor. I have always wanted to be this for as long as I can remember. In order to do this I have to work really hard in school and dedicate myself to making good grades. I know it will take alot but I am very commited and always have been. Wish me luck:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-3937425682707782111?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/3937425682707782111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/02/commitments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/3937425682707782111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/3937425682707782111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/02/commitments.html' title='commitments'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-1316678704077043522</id><published>2010-02-25T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:20:00.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What winning means to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Winning can mean alot of things. In the Olympics you compete for metals, where as in countries we fight for freedom, writes,  and more land. In sports you are working with others or sometimes alone to win or advance in the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; All the same you are striving and pushing yourself for something that is important to you no matter what that might be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am a very athletic person, I play softball and am a former dancer. The most important thing I have ever won was last year when i was a freshman at Terry High School. I was on the varsity softball team as a freshman, one of three. We made our was all the way to State Tournament and came in first place. We worked so hard to get there, and even harder to win. It made me feel so accomplished to know that even as a freshman I worked really hard and had a big contribution to the teams success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-1316678704077043522?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/1316678704077043522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-winning-means-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/1316678704077043522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/1316678704077043522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-winning-means-to-me.html' title='What winning means to me'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-7276984278706002799</id><published>2010-01-19T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:25:17.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; It takes alot of heart and courage to take a stand for what you believe is right. Most people wont stick up for themselves, out of fear,or because they are shy,or maybe they just don't care. I think it is very important for you to take a stand. You should never let people or society treat you bad or walk all over you. Which is why I look up to Dr. Martin luthar King Jr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dr. Martin Luthar King Jr. held many revolts against slavery and prejudice ways. He took a stand for what he thought was wrong. He spoke for all the comunity in which was being treated poorly. And he made a difference. I think that if there is any that Dr. King is a top dollar example for someone who took a stand for something. And not only did he take a stand but he held his head high and had confidence in what he was doing. That is why Dr. Martin Luthar King Jr. is someone I look up to for taking a stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-7276984278706002799?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/7276984278706002799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/01/taking-stand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/7276984278706002799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/7276984278706002799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2010/01/taking-stand.html' title='Taking a stand'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-5764346460655803067</id><published>2009-12-03T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:11:40.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 reasons for the season!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The country I live in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;An education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A roof over my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The food I have that others can't afford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My rights as a free American&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All of my teachers that have helped me to get where I am today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The support that my friends and family have given me over the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And i am thankful that I have a God that watches over me and loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-5764346460655803067?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/5764346460655803067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2009/12/top-10-reasons-for-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/5764346460655803067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/5764346460655803067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2009/12/top-10-reasons-for-season.html' title='Top 10 reasons for the season!!!'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-2637058725124110530</id><published>2009-11-12T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:59:01.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek first to understand..</title><content type='html'>My favorite habit that Sean Covey talks about in this book is to seek first to understand instead to be understood, which is in my opinion the best advice you can give a teenager. Teenagers are so eager to get their words across and to be understood by their peers that they sometimes completly discredit others feeling inorder to do so. this is a very bad character trait/ habit to inherit. I know this was something i have had alot of struggle with, i strive to be understood. This book has helped me incredibly with this and i am very greatful! Thank you Sean Covey:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-2637058725124110530?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/2637058725124110530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2009/11/seek-first-to-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/2637058725124110530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/2637058725124110530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2009/11/seek-first-to-understand.html' title='Seek first to understand..'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876660374800700298.post-4897807491920232442</id><published>2009-11-12T10:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:46:53.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jackson to Batesville in two weeks!</title><content type='html'>Okay so me and my mom moved here from Jackson Ms. , in all of about... TWO weeks!&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty intense, but something good comes from everything if you let it.&lt;br /&gt;1. Get all of my room and belongings packed up.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tell all my friends i was moving.:(&lt;br /&gt;3. Transfer all my school information to Batesville High school.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bring the hauling truck of mine and moms stuff to our two bedroom one bath rental house.&lt;br /&gt;5. Spend nearly a week unpacking and organizing the house.&lt;br /&gt;6. Start school.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make friends all these wonderful people at &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BHS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Meet the most amazing guy ever.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876660374800700298-4897807491920232442?l=lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/feeds/4897807491920232442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-jackson-to-batesville-in-two-weeks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/4897807491920232442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876660374800700298/posts/default/4897807491920232442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lineofthoughts5.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-jackson-to-batesville-in-two-weeks.html' title='From Jackson to Batesville in two weeks!'/><author><name>kallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10041839592820211046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
