<?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-1387206951376748021</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:01:00.893-05:00</updated><category term='Wuthering Heights'/><category term='Brutus'/><category term='creon'/><category term='synergize'/><category term='Sandra Cisneros'/><category term='Orlando'/><category term='Sci-Fi'/><category term='sophocles'/><category term='Marc Antony'/><category term='antigone'/><category term='Of Mice and Men'/><category term='Stalin'/><category term='beliefs'/><category term='John Steinbeck'/><category term='ballet shoes'/><category term='thesaurus.com'/><category term='Florida'/><category term='The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Teens'/><category term='The House on Mango Street'/><category term='reacting'/><category term='Animal Farm'/><category term='Walt Disney World'/><category term='Sean Covey'/><category term='proactive'/><category term='Russia'/><category term='Barack Obama'/><category term='Noel Streatfeild'/><category term='taking a stand'/><category term='Heathcliff'/><category term='alcoholism'/><category term='hero'/><category term='Julius Caesar'/><title type='text'>Sticky Notes!</title><subtitle type='html'>A Stack of my Thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-8114487206146871905</id><published>2009-05-21T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:05:34.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Ready...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's ending.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My best school year. My favorite school year. My first year of high school. Over. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have loved every minute of this year. From my classes to my friends, everything has flowed smoothly. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going to miss the seniors this year. My boyfriend is a senior. He is going to West Point. One of my best friends, Clare, is a senior. She is going to the local private college so I'll still get to see her. But it's not the same. I hate change. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am ready for the end and a new beginning. But I like the old, and haven't had new yet. I don't know what to expect. I am determined to have a good summer, even with all the goodbyes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See ya next year, BHS.&lt;/span&gt; &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/1387206951376748021-8114487206146871905?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/8114487206146871905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=8114487206146871905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/8114487206146871905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/8114487206146871905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-ready.html' title='I&apos;m Not Ready...'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-9136209585617812627</id><published>2009-05-21T20:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:54:56.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of Mice and Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Steinbeck'/><title type='text'>Book Review - Of Mice and Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just finished Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck, yesterday. Although I did not enjoy the ending, the story was very intriguing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Milton and Lennie Smalls are an interesting pair. George is a smart-mouth, clever man while Lennie can remember nothing and cannot grasp the smallest concept. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When both get run out of Weed for a misunderstanding with Lennie, George finds the men work on a farm. George makes many new friends right away. Lennie, on the other hand, prefers to be by himself with his new dog. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another misunderstanding causes the boys to go on the run, but only one ever catches his breath.&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/1387206951376748021-9136209585617812627?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/9136209585617812627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=9136209585617812627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/9136209585617812627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/9136209585617812627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2009/05/book-review-of-mice-and-men.html' title='Book Review - Of Mice and Men'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-7330090441975565413</id><published>2009-05-21T20:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:47:04.155-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House on Mango Street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra Cisneros'/><title type='text'>Book Review - The House on Mango Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros was a very inspiring story about a little girl living in the slums. She did not want to identify herself with the other peasant neighbors on her street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;When Esperanza and her friends are given three pairs of high-heeled shoes, they play dress-up and imagine they are beautiful, rich ladies going to a party. The girls love being thought of as beautiful even though they are only children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Esperanza begins to feel as if she is trapped on Mango Street. But in the end, she realizes she "will always be Mango Street." "She cannot forget where she came from or who she knew." Esperanza vows to herself if she gets out of Mango Street, she will come back for the others who are not strong enough to leave by themselves.&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/1387206951376748021-7330090441975565413?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/7330090441975565413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=7330090441975565413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/7330090441975565413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/7330090441975565413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2009/05/book-review-house-on-mango-street.html' title='Book Review - The House on Mango Street'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-571149612112923822</id><published>2009-04-21T20:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:44:08.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So much depends &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;upon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A red wheel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;barrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glazed with rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beside the white&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chickens"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- William Carlos Williams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Carlos Williams was a very well-known poet and a practicing pediatrician. When he wrote "The Red Wheelbarrow" he was with a dying girl and this poem comprised of what he saw out the window. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A way to look at the poem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the outside of the window is utter utopia, but on the inside is death. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My version of "The Red Wheelbarrow":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So much depends upon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Independence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Responsibility, Freedom, Self - Sufficiency&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In one's mind but not always performed.&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/1387206951376748021-571149612112923822?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/571149612112923822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=571149612112923822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/571149612112923822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/571149612112923822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2009/04/independence.html' title='Independence'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-8965192176710115841</id><published>2009-04-19T14:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:11:26.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thesaurus.com'/><title type='text'>An Ode to Thesaurus.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. My favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;techy&lt;/span&gt;-tool would have to be the good old online thesaurus. That's right, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thesaurus.com &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wins! As a teenager writer I do get stuck on one adjective or adverb throughout my papers. Thesaurus.com helps me out. I really love the easy-to-use format of this website. First of all, if i type in a word, I must know what part of speech I'm using which requires me to think just a little! A big plus for this website are the links to other websites about a word. It has been very handy for some of my papers. So thank you thesaurus.com for making my papers &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/extravagent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;extravagant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&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/1387206951376748021-8965192176710115841?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/8965192176710115841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=8965192176710115841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/8965192176710115841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/8965192176710115841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2009/04/ode-to-thesauruscom.html' title='An Ode to Thesaurus.com'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-4377480107082650903</id><published>2009-04-19T14:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:18:17.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review - The Book Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(552 pages)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do I start? This book was an inspiring tribute to a girl's trying life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a young girl in Nazi Germany, Liesel Meminger is brought to foster parents because her mother can no longer care for her. This news is hard to grasp for Liesel. When she arrives at 33 Himmel Street, she is greeted by a squat woman named Rosa Hubermann, or Mama as Liesel is to address her. Liesel learns the ways of her new mama shortly. Her affection is shown by calling Liesel names. Liesel looks past this and loves her mama for who she is. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hans Hubermann. Liesel's role model, teacher, hero, friend, and most importantly the father she never had. When Liesel continues to have wakening nightmares about her brother, her papa is there when she awakes and into the wee hours of the morning, he teaches her to read and write. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a Jew needs a place to rest and hide, Hans and Rosa welcome Max Vandenburg into their already crowded and poor life. With their love for words and scary nightmares, Max and Liesel soon realize they have much in common. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surviving in Nazi Germany is hard enough without the secret harboring of a Jew. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Liesel learns from her life with the Hubermanns and Max. She learns to love unconditionally, to read and write, and the most important, to stand up for herself and her beliefs.&lt;/span&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/1387206951376748021-4377480107082650903?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/4377480107082650903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=4377480107082650903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/4377480107082650903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/4377480107082650903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-review-book-theif.html' title='Book Review - The Book Thief'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-2207529190830343367</id><published>2009-04-15T14:54:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:30:22.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stalin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal Farm'/><title type='text'>Book Review - Animal Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"During the times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;-George Orwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Orwell's book&lt;em&gt; Animal Farm &lt;/em&gt;is parallel to the idealistic totalitarianism in Russia. The characters compare with the political leaders in Stalinist Russia. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After Manor Farm is taken over by the overworked, underfed animals, an animal rights revolution evolves. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Major, the flame to this fire of angry animals, explains that all animals are treated unfairly, and the revolution begins! All is well after the overthrow of Manor Farm until the pigs decide they are the smartest, most valuable animals on now, Animal Farm. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soon the other animals start to realize the pigs are changing some of the founding commandments. What used to be "No animal shall sleep in a bed" was edited to "No animal shall sleep in a bed &lt;em&gt;with sheets".&lt;/em&gt; The animals continue to be treated unfairly throughout the story. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite parallelism is the pigs to humans. In the end the pigs invite the humans over for a game of cards and as the other animals look through the farmhouse windows they cannot tell which is human and which is a pig. &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/1387206951376748021-2207529190830343367?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/2207529190830343367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=2207529190830343367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/2207529190830343367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/2207529190830343367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-review-animal-farm.html' title='Book Review - Animal Farm'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-3392175279395290039</id><published>2009-04-15T14:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:37:53.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heathcliff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wuthering Heights'/><title type='text'>Book Review - Wuthering Heights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Classic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emily Bronte's novel,&lt;em&gt; Wuthering Heights&lt;/em&gt;, puts the weight of Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw's romance on your shoulders. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As children, Catherine and Heathcliff were the best of friends, but as the couple grew older the friendship turned into undying love...literally. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Heathcliff leaves home, Catherine is left behind and she soon marries her neighbor Edgar Linton. Of course Heathcliff returns and an age of raging jealousy begins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To strike back, Heathcliff steals Isabella Linton and forces her to marry him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A shocking death leaves Edgar and now Catherine Linton with the Earnshaws child, a twelve-year-old boy named Linton. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catherine becomes ill after she bores her only child, Cathy. After her untimely death, Edgar is left to raise two children with the help of Ellen "Nelly" Dean. Some drastic living arrangements are sure to come...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387206951376748021-3392175279395290039?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/3392175279395290039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=3392175279395290039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/3392175279395290039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/3392175279395290039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-review-wuthering-heights.html' title='Book Review - Wuthering Heights'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-8864360158244022622</id><published>2009-04-04T15:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:28:06.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orlando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walt Disney World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>The Utopic Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Spring break. The most appealing words for a teenager's ears. No school. No homework. Just laziness..&lt;br /&gt;Except in my case.&lt;br /&gt;Spring break started with no big celebration, just a calm weekend. Until Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;My school band was taking a trip. A trip to Orlando, Florida. A trip for fun in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out at 2:00, and a night on a bus was up ahead. When we finally arrived in Florida it was full speed ahead. Having forty girls get ready in a McDonalds bathroom was tough but the rest of the trip was a breeze..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day we hit up Hollywood Studios, and the next couple of days we visited Universal Studios, Islands of Adventure, Epcot, Magic Kingdom, and Animal Kingdom. We were so busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our band was in a competition and we stole the show with our performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long ride on the bus and little sleep concluded our trip, but the first place trophy and the memories were so worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&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/1387206951376748021-8864360158244022622?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/8864360158244022622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=8864360158244022622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/8864360158244022622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/8864360158244022622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2009/04/utopic-spring-break.html' title='The Utopic Spring Break'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-5216569202524627462</id><published>2009-04-04T15:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:28:24.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuit of Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love makes us human. In Equality's world love is...extinct. No longer. Vanished. Gone. Love comes in many forms. From a mother to a best friend, from a favorite color to a favorite food. Equality 7-2521 had no love. When the time came for reproduction, a "mate" was chosen and matched to each brother, and then the couple was made to be separated. &lt;em&gt;Chosen. Matched. Made to be separated. &lt;/em&gt;Even Equality's job was &lt;em&gt;chosen&lt;/em&gt; for him. Can you imagine working at a job, day in and day out, knowing you could succeed, knowing you could make a difference if just given the chance of doing something you love?&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/1387206951376748021-5216569202524627462?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/5216569202524627462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=5216569202524627462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/5216569202524627462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/5216569202524627462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2009/04/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='Pursuit of Happiness'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-8952873351689449026</id><published>2009-03-12T19:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:28:38.738-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noel Streatfeild'/><title type='text'>Book Review - Ballet Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever had to do something that you had no interest in doing? That is exactly how Petrova Fossil feels when she is enrolled in the Academy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Noel Streatfeild's novel &lt;em&gt;Ballet Shoes, &lt;/em&gt;the three orphan girls,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Pauline, Petrova, and Posy Fossil vow to "try and put our names in history books because it's our very own and nobody can say it's because of our grandfathers." Right away Pauline and Posy point their toes and lift their heads. They are the talk of the Academy and soon to be the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although all three attend the Academy of Dancing, Petrova has her head in the clouds with her dream of flying an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The busy nanny has her hands full with this talented trio.&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/1387206951376748021-8952873351689449026?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/8952873351689449026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=8952873351689449026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/8952873351689449026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/8952873351689449026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2009/03/book-review-ballet-shoes.html' title='Book Review - Ballet Shoes'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-1629582273307728865</id><published>2009-03-12T17:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:29:31.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review - Anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anthem&lt;/em&gt; is an inspiring story of being yourself. An individual. Equality 7-2521 realized he was different. He wanted to be himself. He knew he did not have a debt to pay for his brothers. When Equality ran away and his love followed him, he found a secret place where he would unravel time's history and dream a dream for himself and the rest of humanity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ayn Rand is an inspirational writer. Her tale of the future is sure to put goosebumps on your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&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/1387206951376748021-1629582273307728865?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/1629582273307728865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=1629582273307728865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/1629582273307728865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/1629582273307728865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2009/03/book-review-anthem.html' title='Book Review - Anthem'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-1197953930579614456</id><published>2009-03-11T14:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:29:54.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SbmSj_M9KSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sT-NAs5KKTs/s1600-h/m95~peace-unknown-posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wars? Wars. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you agree we can fight violence with..violence? In the prime utopia of this earth, all wars would end. All fighting would cease. No more killing. No more murders of the innocent. Money would be saved. No more spending valuable dollars on weapons and soldiers' paychecks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starving? Starving. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more hungry children thrashing through trash cans in an attempt to search for food. No more helpless babies being left to die in alleys because the single mother could not afford the food. Many countries have so much food to give, yet don't. If the surpluses could be distributed to third world countries, the swollen bellies of starving children would at last be satisfied. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Education.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As President Barack Obama stated: "...[we will] nourish starved bodies and feed the hungry minds." Many nations take a high education for granted, but so many people have the privelege to...learn. In a perfect world, education would be a top priority because so many are willing yet unable to learn. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Utopia? Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387206951376748021-1197953930579614456?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/1197953930579614456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=1197953930579614456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/1197953930579614456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/1197953930579614456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfection.html' title='Perfection.'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-6257223961195570279</id><published>2009-02-13T14:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:30:07.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review - The Secret Life of Bees</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sue Monk Kidd's novel &lt;em&gt;The Secret Life of Bees&lt;/em&gt; brought me to tears the first time I read it. A beaten, broken-hearted child, Lily Owens knows there is a better life with answers out there somewhere in South Carolina. Based in the time of Negroe racism, Lily has to save the life of her "stand-in mother" Rosaleen when she spits on the shoes of three white men. Running away to a place scribbled on the back of a picture was the only way to escape for Lily. Her alcoholic father tracks her down, but Lily has finally found a home where she is loved, and refuses to leave. Both Lily and Rosaleen find there is a lot you can learn from bees.&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/1387206951376748021-6257223961195570279?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/6257223961195570279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=6257223961195570279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/6257223961195570279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/6257223961195570279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2009/02/book-review-secret-life-of-bees.html' title='Book Review - The Secret Life of Bees'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-8674105253316408462</id><published>2009-02-13T14:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:30:19.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review - Call of the Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Call of the Wild&lt;/em&gt; by Jack London was an emotionally uplifting story. Being sold into brutal owner's hands, Buck struggles to keep his hope and spirit alive. As one of the biggest dogs in the pack, he quickly rises to power over the weaker animals. Buck's endurance to beat the odds provided an on-the-edge feeling as his story unfolded. When Buck realizes who he is, and what he is meant to be, a wavering relief is felt as he finally feels at home. &lt;em&gt;The Call of the Wild&lt;/em&gt; makes dogs even more humanistic than ever before.&lt;/span&gt;&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/1387206951376748021-8674105253316408462?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/8674105253316408462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=8674105253316408462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/8674105253316408462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/8674105253316408462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2009/02/book-review-call-of-wild.html' title='Book Review - Call of the Wild'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-2034657786673070309</id><published>2009-02-13T13:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:30:49.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antigone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophocles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creon'/><title type='text'>Book Review - Antigone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SZXVRr6tB1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Pk5QWQUyQ_U/s1600-h/antigone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302378636122064722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SZXVRr6tB1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Pk5QWQUyQ_U/s200/antigone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagi-nation.com/moonstruck/clsc1.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophocles'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/products/catalog?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=active&amp;amp;q=buy+antigone&amp;amp;cid=13427858411317702293&amp;amp;sa=title#ps-sellers"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antigone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;hit me with the realization, standing up for what is right may not have good consequences. Antigone's character was so magnetic. Her thoughts and feelings drew me into the situation, pulling my own thoughts and beliefs from me. Her uncle, Creon, did not understand her. Antigone's dogmas did not incorporate with Creon's vision of his kingdom. When Antigone refuses to ignore her brother's death and not bury him with the holy sacraments, her death is prominent. Antigone's defensive position was eventually sought out, but it was too late. Sophocle's easy-to-understand writing is straightforward; an entrancing story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387206951376748021-2034657786673070309?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/2034657786673070309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=2034657786673070309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/2034657786673070309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/2034657786673070309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2009/02/book-review-antigone.html' title='Book Review - Antigone'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SZXVRr6tB1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Pk5QWQUyQ_U/s72-c/antigone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-845462354082867474</id><published>2009-02-09T14:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:31:10.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taking a stand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcoholism'/><title type='text'>Then You Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My uncle is an alcoholic. There. I said it. I have been told all my life, jokingly, "You are just like your uncle!" I was proud at first. He was athletic and a frim believer in God. Truthdaully, I admired him, until he started drinking. I witnessed his harshness with my cousins and aunt. When he got on to McLain, his oldest child, for something she did not do, I jumped to her defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not yell at her," I said, calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mason," he answered warningly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You cannot get on to me," I stated, matter-of-factly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then and there, I realized I am not going to be like my uncle. I am not going to turn out like him. &lt;em&gt;I will never drink&lt;/em&gt;, I promised myselp. Not long after that promise, my mom wanted me to taste the tiniest sip of &lt;em&gt;Kahlua&lt;/em&gt;, a 'yummy liqueur' as she put it. I knew that sip would not do any real harm, but I stayed true to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No thank you," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a sip, Mas," Mom answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, you have always said I am just like my uncle. I may be ornery. I may be hard-headed, but I can promise I am NOT going to be a selfish alcoholic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was that. She never said one more word abouth that tiny sip. I knew she was proud that I realized the ugly side of being just alike, and I was standing up against it. &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/1387206951376748021-845462354082867474?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/845462354082867474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=845462354082867474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/845462354082867474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/845462354082867474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2009/02/then-you-stand.html' title='Then You Stand'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-4483382826221450617</id><published>2008-12-29T21:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:31:36.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost There..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoo hoo! My sophomore year is &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; finished... halfway there! It has been a pretty smooth ride... so far. I have learned the personalities of all my teachers. So I know what makes some mad! All of my classes are pretty easy. I still do not like math, but I have a wonderful teacher who explains things twice! I had oral communications this semester too. We had a blast! The new teacher this year is ah-MAZING! I have learned quite a bit in all of my classes. The only reason I do not want this year to end, is because of the seniors. I do NOT want them to leave me. I don't only have to wait one year, I HAVE TO WAIT &lt;em&gt;TWO&lt;/em&gt;! I hope this year slows down just a little bit. Time flies when you're having fun!&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/1387206951376748021-4483382826221450617?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/4483382826221450617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=4483382826221450617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/4483382826221450617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/4483382826221450617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-there.html' title='Almost There..'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-8714581560302595441</id><published>2008-12-29T21:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:31:50.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In William Shakespeare's &lt;em&gt;Julius Caesar&lt;/em&gt; it is not fate that makes the traitors betray Caesar. They had a choice. I think to make themselves feel better, they told themselves it was all planned out. It was fate. But it was not fate. It was free will. The act of murdering Caesar was a choice the killers made. They had the choice, no matter what they told themselves. It was cold - blooded murder.&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/1387206951376748021-8714581560302595441?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/8714581560302595441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=8714581560302595441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/8714581560302595441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/8714581560302595441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2008/12/fate.html' title='fate?'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-5368364997476874561</id><published>2008-12-10T20:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:32:07.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julius Caesar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brutus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marc Antony'/><title type='text'>We're Following the Leader Wherever He May Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0743482743.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 475px" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0743482743.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finishing up the book, &lt;em&gt;Julius Caesar &lt;/em&gt;by Willaim Shakespeare, I learned that following the leader is not always the best idea.&lt;br /&gt;Brutus, a powerful man with many allies, was followed closely. He was the leader of the pack. But not all of his ideas to better the country were the best. Marc Antony, a noble&lt;br /&gt;follower of Caesar's, remained loyal to Caesar even after his death. A good leader is loyal, reliable, and trustworthy. Antony was all of these and more. He was not afraid to put down Brutus when he knew his ways were wrong. Antony, a humble man, was not embarassed to be the head but was careful with his position.&lt;br /&gt;To me, Marc Antony proved to be the best leader.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387206951376748021-5368364997476874561?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/5368364997476874561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=5368364997476874561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/5368364997476874561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/5368364997476874561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2008/12/were-following-leader-wherever-he-may.html' title='We&apos;re Following the Leader Wherever He May Go'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-8519023285156123499</id><published>2008-11-20T09:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:42:55.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='synergize'/><title type='text'>SYNERGIZE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SSWA0DvbHyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SWA_0doDsvo/s1600-h/7+habits..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270760570752802594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SSWA0DvbHyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SWA_0doDsvo/s200/7+habits..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SYNERGIZE&lt;/em&gt; means to work together as a team and come up with the best solution to a problem. Working together by synergizing, will help with the baseness of some group problems. Just synergizing in school could be a big start for the best for this country. If two groups, countries in this case, got together to discuss a problem,then talked it out, then came up with the best solution to solve the problem, imagine how much this world could accomplish! Sean Covey's &lt;em&gt;The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Teens&lt;/em&gt; could not only teach important issues to teens, but could also help this state, this country, this world realize what they have been missing all along. Just &lt;em&gt;SYNERGIZE&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387206951376748021-8519023285156123499?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/8519023285156123499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=8519023285156123499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/8519023285156123499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/8519023285156123499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2008/11/synergize.html' title='SYNERGIZE!'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SSWA0DvbHyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SWA_0doDsvo/s72-c/7+habits..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-3367588279369430143</id><published>2008-11-09T12:44:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:44:05.326-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reacting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sean Covey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proactive'/><title type='text'>Get Up and Go be PROACTIVE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ebooknetworking.com/books/068/485/big0684856093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://www.ebooknetworking.com/books/068/485/big0684856093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;My classmates and I are reading &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=7+habits+of+highly+effective+teens+by+sean+covey&amp;amp;x=7&amp;amp;y=25"&gt;The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Teens&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;by Sean Covey. When we were first assigned to read this book, I thought &lt;em&gt;What does this have to do with anything? &lt;/em&gt;Then I began reading, and my whole point of view changed. Sean really knows how to write to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;The #1 Habit is entitled "Be Proactive! - I am the force!" Sean uses this example: "Reactive people make choices based on impulse. They are like a can of soda pop. If life shakes them up a bit, the pressure builds and they suddenly explode." This chapter is about not be reactive to certain things. Say your little brother snuck into your room and read your diary. Although not reacting is tough, the proactive response is to not let that one little incident ruin your whole day.&lt;br /&gt;I really learned from this chapter. My mom has told me quite often, "Don't let that put a damper on things!" I am now understanding why it is important to be PROACTIVE. If I learn to let accidents slide, then I will be able to concentrate on what really matters. So Get Up! Get Set! And Be Proactive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387206951376748021-3367588279369430143?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/3367588279369430143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=3367588279369430143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/3367588279369430143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/3367588279369430143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-up-and-go-be-proactive.html' title='Get Up and Go be PROACTIVE!!'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-444194643510656313</id><published>2008-10-03T16:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:44:20.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><title type='text'>Ba"Rock this Nation!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.barackobama.com/about/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. So many different feelings are aroused when this presidential candidate is mentioned. Many of his views support my own opinion. Getting our troops out of Iraq (finally) is a top priority. Becoming better allies with foreign countries would decrease our chances of becoming involved with more long, drawn - out wars, like the war with Iraq. The issue abortion has caused is finally realized. Abortion should be legal. Not that i believe a baby should be killed for its parents' mistakes, but that it should be the persons affected choice. Obama definitely has my vote...in 2012!&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/1387206951376748021-444194643510656313?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/444194643510656313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=444194643510656313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/444194643510656313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/444194643510656313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2008/10/barock-this-nation.html' title='Ba&quot;Rock this Nation!&quot;'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-9142713528671035544</id><published>2008-09-17T14:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:44:36.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Views on Sci-Fi..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I personally like sci-fi. Most of it anyway. I enjoy the books more than the movies. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Invisible-Man-Signet-Classics/dp/0451528522/ref=pd_bbs_sr_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1221679798&amp;amp;sr=8-3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;The Invisible Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/wellshg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H.G. Wells &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;was assigned for us to read in Pre-AP English 10. At first, I was thoroughly confused on where Mr. Wells was going with the story, but as I progressed in the novel, I began to get a better understanding of the science-fiction genre.&lt;br /&gt;Benefits exist for teachers assigning sci-fi novels. For example, younger generations know so little about this unreal genre. (No pun intended.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So little suffices to make us visible one to the other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pg. 172 "The Invisible Man" by H.G. Wells&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387206951376748021-9142713528671035544?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/9142713528671035544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=9142713528671035544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/9142713528671035544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/9142713528671035544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-views-on-sci-fi.html' title='My Views on Sci-Fi..'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387206951376748021.post-1690231860988671681</id><published>2008-09-17T14:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:44:51.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sci-Fi'/><title type='text'>Meet Lainey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lainey is a superhero to little girls everywhere! &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Being tall and beautiful is one reason why she is so looked up to.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She has a button nose, plump lips, and piercing eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shoulder-length blonde hair tops her off.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;are her trademark colors. Her leotard has a star on her left top and knee-high boots completes her powerful look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;She is charismatic, humble, and stands up for others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She believes all little girls are special in their own way. No matter if they are clumsy or shy. She, too, used to be an awkward child, until she realized how she was and she should be proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Her motto is, "Everyone's a star in her own way, even if they are not yet the brightest."&lt;/span&gt; Lainey is a charming woman who lets girls know they can be their own hero.&lt;/span&gt;&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/1387206951376748021-1690231860988671681?l=stickynotes10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/feeds/1690231860988671681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1387206951376748021&amp;postID=1690231860988671681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/1690231860988671681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387206951376748021/posts/default/1690231860988671681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickynotes10.blogspot.com/2008/09/meet-lainey.html' title='Meet Lainey!'/><author><name>Mason.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15228135791754489202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bcnnLqO2-4/SeuGcHwiTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VtZqP94WxJo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
