<?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-2931093383350955023</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:51:51.025-08:00</updated><category term='ELA'/><category term='elle'/><category term='drama club'/><title type='text'>Elleshamma's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931093383350955023.post-5220393437364782378</id><published>2009-05-08T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:50:54.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Social Issue GAY RIGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel that gay rights should be approached more. People should be able to do what they want to do when they go out side or they stay home. If a man wants to date a man then he should be able to date that man. If an woman wants to date a woman then she should be able to date that woman and bot be criticised by being different. Most people should not bully tease or even try to kill someone who is gay because that is none of there business and they should not be worried about what people do with there life. Many people need to be more &lt;/span&gt;tolerant&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. And more compassionate of how gay people are feeling a certain way that a girl can't get a boyfriend or a boy can't get a girlfriend. Some feel a certain affection for there same sex. Because of lack of confidence they feel like they can't go out to have  as much fun as they want to because of discrimination. I want to show people that you can be what you want to be do what you want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-5220393437364782378?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/5220393437364782378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=5220393437364782378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/5220393437364782378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/5220393437364782378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/05/social-issue-gay-rights.html' title='Social Issue GAY RIGHTS'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-4569364310485532790</id><published>2009-04-27T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:53:33.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diana HIV Response</title><content type='html'>Diana is a young woman who has a little sister. Diana is 24 and her younger sister is 20 and they both were diagnosed with HIV and she had thought at the age of 17 that the reason she had HIV was that she had gotten roped by two guys. But it turned out that her mother had the virus fill blown and she did not find out until later that her mom  had the virus and it was passed on   to her and her younger sister and she felt that she should not change for anybody.&lt;br /&gt;To make this documentary I think that all they had to do was talk in her own home about how things may have to say about her experience. Some ingredients were like using her mothers pictures and showing how much she looked like her. My favorite part was when she was  telling how she had to be her self even though she was different and her sister said in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quote&lt;/span&gt; " I don't know what its like to be normal." I f were to make this documentary I would most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; do it the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-4569364310485532790?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/4569364310485532790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=4569364310485532790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/4569364310485532790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/4569364310485532790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/04/diana-hiv-response.html' title='Diana HIV Response'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-9095757180786914423</id><published>2009-04-22T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:23:25.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book club Blog Critique</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;"THE COLOR PURPLE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book the Color Purple a young girl named Celie has been getting raped by her father because her mother was very sick and could not give pleasure to him. Celie was a very young girl who had lots of things that could have been done in her life but all was messed when She had two children by her father. On the first page Celie gets raped and as I could have infered she had none or not many friends. She had this thing where she was told by her mother that she should only talk to God and tell him all of problems. The her and her little sister Nettie seen a man in church one day and seen a man. A few years later Celie ended up marrying this man even if she had not wanted to she was forced to take his hand in marriage. He would beat on her for not being the pretty famous woman named Shug Avery. Shug comes along and saves Celie and Celie was taken away from her sister Nettie and years and more years came and at the end Nettie came back and they felt like little girls again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that many people in the world should make text to self connections because it might just be to personal and painful to bare or remember.&lt;br /&gt;I can relate this to the things that have happened in the world like sexism, racism and prejudice things where put into this book and to show how people were treated back then. For example in the &lt;u&gt;Diary of Anne Frank&lt;/u&gt; this girl experienced sexism and also racism because she was a young Jewish girl. In Celie's case she was very young black dark skin girl who people did not find attractive and what made it worse was the fact that she got pregnant by her father who in later years she found out was not her biological father he was her step dad. Her real father died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the funniest part of the book was on the end when Nettie came back to see Celie after years and years of not seeing each other Celie said in quote "When Nettie step foot in front of the porch i almost died" I think the saddest part of the story was Celie and Nettie were taken apart from each other I almost cried because it was lie that with me and my big sister when she had to go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-9095757180786914423?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/9095757180786914423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=9095757180786914423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/9095757180786914423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/9095757180786914423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-club-blog-critique.html' title='Book club Blog Critique'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-1531806254124783931</id><published>2009-03-30T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:55:53.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book club authors voice</title><content type='html'>If I would chose a celebrity voice to read the color purple I would pick Oprah to read it because she has  such a strong voice. She would put such  a great voice and she would put her self in the characters situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-1531806254124783931?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/1531806254124783931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=1531806254124783931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/1531806254124783931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/1531806254124783931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/03/book-club-authors-voice.html' title='Book club authors voice'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-6924617344042426940</id><published>2009-03-30T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:08:04.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walker short story draft</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Courier New; color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "Yo girl I'm having mad fun"&lt;br /&gt;  Sheilah and her friend Cameron went to a party that night.&lt;br /&gt;  On Clay avenue. A boy name Andrew was having the party.&lt;br /&gt;  He always had a friend with him no matter what&lt;br /&gt;  and they seen Andrew with many boys an a couple of girls.&lt;br /&gt;  "Yo this party is live"&lt;br /&gt;  "I can't wait til the next one."&lt;br /&gt;  Sheilah is the type of young 16 year old girl who wants to go out and have lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;  Andrew was the same old average boy who wanted every pretty girl who step foot on Clay.&lt;br /&gt;  Sheilah didn't know but she had it coming her way because she was at the wrong place at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;"You ever get that feeling  where you know something wrong is gonna happen but you just don't know what?"&lt;br /&gt;  Said Sheilah. Sheilah was having so much fun but deep down in her gut she had a feeling that all was about to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheilah ends up drunk just like everybody else.She is dancing and swaying in her skin tight purple silk feeling dress and her matching purple heals. Cameron seems to match her but dress is white and has on white shoes to match her own outfit.&lt;br /&gt;The music is bumping as loud as can be and no one can hear each other talk. There isn't any water so Sheilah and Cameron  out side so that they can go to the store   to get some water.&lt;br /&gt;Sheilah felt this tangle that felt like a burn of fire. She started coughing.Shortly they ended up back at the "Club of Playa'z" and it seems to be more people there then it was before they left to go to the store.&lt;br /&gt;  They are waiting out side and next thing you know,&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;pow pow pow,&lt;/i&gt; all you hear is gunshots in the dark sky.The air starts blowing hard.Sheilah feels her heart beating out of her foot.She starts hyperventilating and runs to jump in her Lamborghini.Following behind her was friends Cameron, Andrew and Ceira. Sheilah drove for her life.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what was going on she was driving the fastest that she could drive to save her and her friends lives. Cops are following behind her.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-6924617344042426940?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/6924617344042426940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=6924617344042426940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/6924617344042426940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/6924617344042426940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/03/walker-short-story-draft.html' title='Walker short story draft'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-3429129783129238796</id><published>2009-03-26T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:43:35.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Yo girl I'm having mad fun"&lt;br /&gt;Sheilah and her friend Cameron went to a party that night.&lt;br /&gt;On Clay avenue. A boy name Andrew  was having the party.&lt;br /&gt;He always had a friend with him no matter what&lt;br /&gt;and they seen Andrew with many boys an a couple of girls.&lt;br /&gt;"Yo this party is live"&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait til the next one."&lt;br /&gt;Sheilah is the type of young 16 year old girl who wants to go out and have lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew was the same old average boy who wanted every pretty girl who step foot on Clay.&lt;br /&gt;Sheilah didn't know but she had it coming her way because she was at the wrong place at the wrong time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-3429129783129238796?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/3429129783129238796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=3429129783129238796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/3429129783129238796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/3429129783129238796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/03/yo-girl-im-having-mad-fun-sheilah-and_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931093383350955023.post-5410308015840462650</id><published>2009-03-26T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:42:52.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Yo girl I'm having mad fun"&lt;br /&gt;Sheilah and her friend Cameron went to a party that night.&lt;br /&gt;On Clay avenue. A boy name Andrew  was having the party.&lt;br /&gt;He always had a friend with him no matter what&lt;br /&gt;and they seen Andrew with many boys an a couple of girls.&lt;br /&gt;"Yo this party is live"&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait til the next one."&lt;br /&gt;Sheilah is the type of young 16 year old girl who wants to go out and have lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew was the same old average boy who wanted every pretty girl who step foot on Clay.&lt;br /&gt;Sheilah didn't know but she had it coming her way because she was at the wrong place at the wrong time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-5410308015840462650?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/5410308015840462650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=5410308015840462650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/5410308015840462650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/5410308015840462650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/03/yo-girl-im-having-mad-fun-sheilah-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-477035070064543103</id><published>2009-03-24T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:53:33.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elle'/><title type='text'>Elle's view #2</title><content type='html'>Nobody is perfect you have to live your life. Some people believe that you have to go the way the wind blows you. And some believe that you have to go the opposite way the wind tries to blow because they think it might be a bad way to go. but sometimes I might get confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-477035070064543103?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/477035070064543103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=477035070064543103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/477035070064543103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/477035070064543103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/03/elles-view-2.html' title='Elle&apos;s view #2'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-472809007785192370</id><published>2009-03-24T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:19:56.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to be me {rap} freestyle</title><content type='html'>You do you cuz,&lt;br /&gt;imma do me&lt;br /&gt;when I walk down the hall I see who I wanna see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be who I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;and dats never fake or phony.&lt;br /&gt;everything and everyone are&lt;br /&gt;way to different  to be the same&lt;br /&gt;and I have to be me.&lt;br /&gt;thats my true name&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth I don't&lt;br /&gt;know how to be no one else&lt;br /&gt;I can only be myself.&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't care&lt;br /&gt;there is no such game as truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stingy that means i won't eva share .&lt;br /&gt;won't eva dare to take such a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;when the time cumz dat means itz time 4 deep death.&lt;br /&gt;6 feet under the ground&lt;br /&gt;won't even make a sound&lt;br /&gt;when i think bout it makes my world go round and round.&lt;br /&gt;you do you cuz,&lt;br /&gt;imma do me&lt;br /&gt;when i walk down the hall&lt;br /&gt;ill see who i wanna see&lt;br /&gt;and i have to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-472809007785192370?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/472809007785192370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=472809007785192370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/472809007785192370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/472809007785192370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-to-be-me-rap-freestyle.html' title='I have to be me {rap} freestyle'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-7726033104851249943</id><published>2009-03-19T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:08:26.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>The Color Purple response 2</title><content type='html'>Elleshamma Walker&lt;br /&gt;Pages19-30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far in the book in the very beginning she gets raped by her own father and she had many babies by him. Celie has been trough lots of stuff. She has seen many thing in her life. I can relate to her {Celie} because in my life I have seen lots of things just like did. I think the author really put lots of experience from not only her self but for other people also. She is very descriptive when it comes to characters talking about what was going on like the part where this woman Sofia  was in a yard watching with her children how her husband Harpo was working. Even as disruptive as having a baby and the way she screamed at the top of her lungs when the baby started to come. So I think that Alice Walker has put her and other peoples experiences in to her book. Celie  feels as if she has to survive so she never gets in to a dis respective mode. Netie {her little sister}  tells her that she has to learn how to fight so the kids won't take over her life. Shug Avery { a star that gets sick and no one would take care of her accept for Mr______ because he is in  love with her. Now Celie has to care for her to even though Shug called her ugly the first time she met her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-7726033104851249943?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/7726033104851249943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=7726033104851249943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/7726033104851249943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/7726033104851249943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/03/color-purple-response-2.html' title='The Color Purple response 2'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-2987681021520734190</id><published>2009-03-13T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:30:30.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>The Color Purple bookclub response 1</title><content type='html'>Elleshamma Walker&lt;br /&gt;Class  802&lt;br /&gt;Title: The Color Purple&lt;br /&gt;1-9 PGs&lt;br /&gt;So far in "The color Purple" the main character's name is Celie and right in the beginning Celie gets raped by the person who raised because her mammy was to sick to h ave sex with the husband. The husband took advantage of Celie and he was the one who got her pregnant twice .&lt;br /&gt;Now Celie's mother is dead and the husband gets worse on Celie. She got beat for winking at a man in church. Now the man wants to take her little sister Netie but the husband says no because she is way to young to be a mother o his three children. So the husband says that he could have Celie because she is the next one and the oldest and he tells the man that he do not need no fresh woman inferring the fact that she got pregnant twice. He raped her because his wife was sick and could not make love to him so he told Celie that she would make up the stuff her mother couldn't or did not do for him when he asked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-2987681021520734190?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/2987681021520734190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=2987681021520734190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/2987681021520734190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/2987681021520734190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/03/color-purple-bookclub-response-1.html' title='The Color Purple bookclub response 1'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-7604282925751750879</id><published>2009-03-03T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:40:25.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Alice Walker response</title><content type='html'>I can relate to Alice Walker because we have the same birthday same last name and we both have four or more brothers. I also can relate to her because as an eight year old my tom boy years were over. When  she was a young girl her right eye was damaged. When I was born my left was weaker than my right eye and until this day I have a stronger view with my right eye. I think she is a very strong woman she mainly talks about what used to go on with anger, peace , being creative and slavery I think she  wants to open the eyes of not just young people but every one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-7604282925751750879?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/7604282925751750879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=7604282925751750879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/7604282925751750879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/7604282925751750879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/03/alice-walker-response.html' title='Alice Walker response'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-7395657345391566027</id><published>2009-02-26T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:26:35.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Earthes lullaby</title><content type='html'>The Earth dances around the sun when it is&lt;br /&gt;bright out side and happy it dances fast.&lt;br /&gt;And when it is dark and sleepy out side it sways&lt;br /&gt;slowly and peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that one day the Earth&lt;br /&gt;would get so very very tired but&lt;br /&gt;every night it sings, dances and still got&lt;br /&gt;lots of grove when it comes to the morning times.&lt;br /&gt;I t makes me laugh and rocks me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;When I am all tired and worn out he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me home with the view of the stars in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;It sings its lullaby to me when I can no quite&lt;br /&gt;fall asleep so he sings his lullaby to me as I dose of to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-7395657345391566027?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/7395657345391566027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=7395657345391566027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/7395657345391566027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/7395657345391566027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/02/earthes-lullaby.html' title='Earthes lullaby'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-3406113769466501932</id><published>2009-02-26T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:42:50.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Shakesspeare response sonnet 29</title><content type='html'>This sonnet poem #29 is mostly about loneliness. I know this because in the poem it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quotes&lt;/span&gt; that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;           "I all alone beweep my outcast state,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;And when this man read it he start to cry with loneliness. I can  infer that he was lonely through out his life because he says his real mother died when he was eight months and he was in an orphanage. I think Shakespeare wrote this poem to describe how many people live and feel. He wrote this poem with great power and feeling so that you can dig deep to understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-3406113769466501932?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/3406113769466501932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=3406113769466501932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/3406113769466501932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/3406113769466501932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/02/shakesspeare-response-sonnet-29.html' title='Shakesspeare response sonnet 29'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-2652313667750840289</id><published>2009-02-24T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:11:04.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Still I rise response</title><content type='html'>&lt;span name="KonaFilter"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This quote from the poem of Maya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Angelou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;metaphor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The theme of the poem is that you can not bring her down&lt;br /&gt;she will still get back and brush her self off&lt;br /&gt;and just because she is a woman does not mean you treat her like an  animal.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, some men treat women like they own them.&lt;br /&gt;And thats why Maya Angelou is saying"still I rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-2652313667750840289?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/2652313667750840289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931093383350955023.post-2018991025785248184</id><published>2009-02-24T08:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:49:49.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>America I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;America I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM AMERICA&lt;br /&gt;AMERICA I AM&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN NOT TELL ME&lt;br /&gt;I AIN'T CUZ I DON'T,&lt;br /&gt;SPEAK THE WAY YOU SPEAK,&lt;br /&gt;LOOK THE WAY YOU LOOK,&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WALK THE WAY YOU WALK,&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T TALK THE WAY YOU TALK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I TOO AM AMERICA&lt;br /&gt;AMERICA I AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but  being that i am different&lt;br /&gt;you tr to distroy who I am&lt;br /&gt;BUT! to me I too am America and,&lt;br /&gt;AMERICA I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I AM&lt;br /&gt;YES I AM.&lt;br /&gt;I TOO AM AMERICA&lt;br /&gt;AMERICA I AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-2018991025785248184?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/2018991025785248184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=2018991025785248184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/2018991025785248184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/2018991025785248184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/02/america-i-am.html' title='America I am.'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-4955232482707498951</id><published>2009-02-24T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:10:46.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>THE TRUTH LIES BENEATH YOUR SKIN</title><content type='html'>The truth lies beneath you&lt;br /&gt;your skin.&lt;br /&gt;I can see the through&lt;br /&gt;you like an invisible person you appear to be.&lt;br /&gt;No one can see the world the way I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the world in your point of view&lt;br /&gt;but I feel as if I understand the concept&lt;br /&gt;of how you react to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth lies, beneath your skin.&lt;br /&gt;Playing tricks on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;A beginner must be taught,&lt;br /&gt;And a teacher must have tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No money can't buy you nothing ,&lt;br /&gt;but all the money in the world&lt;br /&gt;can't buy you every thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth lies beneath your skin&lt;br /&gt;like flesh eating bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TRUTH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-4955232482707498951?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/4955232482707498951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=4955232482707498951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/4955232482707498951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/4955232482707498951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/02/truth-lies-beneath-your-skin.html' title='THE TRUTH LIES BENEATH YOUR SKIN'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-2462212833401333623</id><published>2009-02-24T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:29:08.136-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>ROMANCE OF VALENTINES DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;         Romance of Valentines Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that one and only special day&lt;br /&gt;the day you took my love away.&lt;br /&gt;That one part of love&lt;br /&gt;the part of my heart&lt;br /&gt;will stay above&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance of Valentines Day&lt;br /&gt;I really want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;with me&lt;br /&gt;you will get to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;and who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;my heart beats &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;its moving around&lt;br /&gt;like musical chairs and musical seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were sent from heaven&lt;br /&gt;your lucky number one and not number seven.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the one you  love&lt;br /&gt;you are my rock my star above.&lt;br /&gt;Romance of valentines day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-2462212833401333623?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/2462212833401333623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=2462212833401333623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/2462212833401333623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/2462212833401333623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/02/romance-of-valentines-day.html' title='ROMANCE OF VALENTINES DAY'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-7237422702802995278</id><published>2009-02-24T06:13:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:17:21.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>NEGRO GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yeah I'm that negro girl&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not darker then the whole world&lt;br /&gt;I smell so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Come listen to my heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah I'm that negro girl&lt;br /&gt;you treat me like the trash YOU are&lt;br /&gt;While i can sit here and shine like that star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today is my birthday&lt;br /&gt;And it feel like the worst day&lt;br /&gt;But I am not ashame&lt;br /&gt;To reveal my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah I'm that negro girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{inspired by langston hughes "NEGRO"}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-7237422702802995278?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/7237422702802995278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=7237422702802995278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/7237422702802995278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/7237422702802995278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/02/negro-girl_6262.html' title='NEGRO GIRL'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-4690100651793610811</id><published>2009-02-24T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:10:43.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>I AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" id="goog-ws-page-title-header" class="goog-ws-page-title" style=""&gt; &lt;span id="goog-ws-page-title" dir="ltr"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;div id="jot-content0" class="goog-ws-content goog-ws-content-ie goog-ws-clear" style=""&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I am the river that flows day and night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; I am the i in fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I am the lion the queen of the jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I am the one you stopped with a stumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I am not the one to doubt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I am not the one to  pout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Take my hand and lead the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I am here but not to play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I am filled with beauty in and out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;when you see me I make you wanna shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I am filled with laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;And I live happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-4690100651793610811?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/4690100651793610811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=4690100651793610811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/4690100651793610811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/4690100651793610811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am.html' title='I AM'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-2179666738449193265</id><published>2009-02-23T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T05:40:08.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slave girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slave girl&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness lord have mercy over us&lt;br /&gt;we go through so much&lt;br /&gt;you people have no idea what it is like to have to wake every morning&lt;br /&gt;and not be able to look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;not a piece of tissue to touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No money to even get a glance at&lt;br /&gt;I loose so much weight I'd rather be fat&lt;br /&gt;No pets&lt;br /&gt;not a dog&lt;br /&gt;not a cat&lt;br /&gt;not a frog&lt;br /&gt;not a bat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even a roach to&lt;br /&gt;see&lt;br /&gt;first I am glad to be&lt;br /&gt;but then be&lt;br /&gt;but I can only be me&lt;br /&gt;I try not to complain&lt;br /&gt;but this life is SO! lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be someone else&lt;br /&gt;I would not know who to choose&lt;br /&gt;so I mind as well stay my self.&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking as a young slave girl&lt;br /&gt;i try hard not to get hit&lt;br /&gt;i pry that the master doesn't&lt;br /&gt;want me o have a baby&lt;br /&gt;at such an early age like he did my mom&lt;br /&gt;she was just fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be that girl.&lt;br /&gt;SLAVE GIRL!&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/2931093383350955023-2179666738449193265?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/2179666738449193265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=2179666738449193265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/2179666738449193265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/2179666738449193265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/02/slave-girl.html' title='Slave girl'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-5280085870318415703</id><published>2009-02-23T11:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:49:06.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Black history boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;         That Black History, Boy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I do not&lt;br /&gt;know what to do about  him&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;He has the best most taming yet,&lt;br /&gt;chaotic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;voice and Melony I have ever&lt;br /&gt; heard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;He sings to me when I feel down&lt;br /&gt; about something&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;He tells me change&lt;br /&gt; has come because Obama got &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;elected in office&lt;br /&gt; as president&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;He reminds me that I have to look&lt;br /&gt; at the fact that I am &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;very lucky because I have been&lt;br /&gt; through a lot but,...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I do not truly know the meaning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;being hurt meant when it came to being a slave.&lt;br /&gt;But that black history boy&lt;br /&gt;he treats me so good&lt;br /&gt;to me and i would like to think him&lt;br /&gt;for all the love he has showed me .&lt;br /&gt;He reminds me every day how luck I am&lt;br /&gt;how wealthy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fortunate&lt;/span&gt; I am.&lt;br /&gt;He tells me to stay in the light on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;"Go strong when the fire comes your way"&lt;br /&gt;That black history boy.&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/2931093383350955023-5280085870318415703?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/5280085870318415703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=5280085870318415703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/5280085870318415703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/5280085870318415703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/02/black-history-boy.html' title='Black history boy'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-9040845294110199024</id><published>2009-02-12T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:46:18.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;"And there, in the garbage she did hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;Poor Sarah met an awful fate,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She exaggerates the fact that Sarah hated taking out the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;So she came to meet her fate when aking out the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;I can infer that Sarah dislike taking out the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-9040845294110199024?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/9040845294110199024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=9040845294110199024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/9040845294110199024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/9040845294110199024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-there-in-garbage-she-did-hate-poor.html' title=''/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-7630584618357076612</id><published>2009-02-06T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:37:29.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Chanckera response BM 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elleshamma&lt;/span&gt; Walker&lt;br /&gt;Feb 6,2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this poem this young lady was hit by her boyfriend she compares herself to her older sister because her sister got hit or beat up by all her men. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chankera&lt;/span&gt; says that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; he hit her she looked into his eyes and say her sister now she is in class and says that she had a late run in with her sister.  I can connect this poem and this young lady to some I know because it is called "bruised love" and some girls and women are getting hurt and scared by the men they  supposedly love and she is young and deserves better as her friend quoted in the text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chankera&lt;/span&gt; also uses lots of similes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;metaphors&lt;/span&gt; in her poem. I think this poet is feeling that as she quoted in the text that "women ain't no punching bag" so she seems to upset at the fact that some boys and men think they control girls and women. I can infer that Chankera does not want to get beat on because of her actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-7630584618357076612?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/7630584618357076612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=7630584618357076612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/7630584618357076612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/7630584618357076612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/02/chanckera-response-bm-2.html' title='Chanckera response BM 2'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-7599206141005989824</id><published>2009-02-05T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:51:57.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>POETRY RESPONSE BM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elleshamma&lt;/span&gt; Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Feb&lt;/span&gt;, 5 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attendance&lt;br /&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;introduces&lt;/span&gt; the poem by telling us that some of his friends are here.&lt;br /&gt;Then he tells us that there are students &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; his class.he tells and shoes us that terrerism is here lurking at the bus stop because  there are people watching them.&lt;br /&gt;He also says do to discriminate and it is to late to worry  about his innosence and how much you should not worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing he mentions and wonders is that why is mickey D's not a place to be scared if his father was shot on a saturday by a drive by. So being that Mickey D's has a drive through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-7599206141005989824?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/7599206141005989824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=7599206141005989824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/7599206141005989824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/7599206141005989824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/02/poetry-response-bm.html' title='POETRY RESPONSE BM'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-7192534260976010767</id><published>2009-01-29T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:51:57.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>POETRY RESPONSE 1</title><content type='html'>Some poets make stanzas to break off.&lt;br /&gt;They want to be organized and have fun with it.&lt;br /&gt;They want to emphasize  there points and when they are ready to break or pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-7192534260976010767?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/7192534260976010767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=7192534260976010767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/7192534260976010767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/7192534260976010767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/01/poetry-response-1.html' title='POETRY RESPONSE 1'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-61478227141758655</id><published>2009-01-29T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:30:51.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understandable</title><content type='html'>Elle,&lt;br /&gt;Is understandable&lt;br /&gt;the way many things work&lt;br /&gt;when you think&lt;br /&gt;about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things&lt;br /&gt;become spaced out at times&lt;br /&gt;if you don't&lt;br /&gt;think .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have,&lt;br /&gt;to be understandable for people&lt;br /&gt;to want to have the NEED&lt;br /&gt;to understand you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THATS UNDERSTANDABLE.&lt;div 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title='Understandable'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-9148059447110340593</id><published>2009-01-28T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:24:24.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Elle's view on poetry 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So far all my life I have  loved poetry. I grew in to it more and much more when I discovered my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ela&lt;/span&gt; teacher Ms.Johns. I have always loved to write poetry to express my feelings. in which no one would under stand. When it came to the point were I was really good at I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;started&lt;/span&gt; taking data of it and writing it in note books. Poetry can do and mean so many things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to feelings. And that Elle's view on poetry.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-9148059447110340593?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/9148059447110340593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=9148059447110340593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/9148059447110340593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/9148059447110340593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/01/elles-view-on-poetry-1.html' title='Elle&apos;s view on poetry 1'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-3154699936527783063</id><published>2009-01-28T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:45:15.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>MY OPINION</title><content type='html'>The thing about blogging is that you share what you read, what you have read or what you 've heard someone read.  You can infer many things . Tell hat the charector is feeling.  I think that bogging is a way to communicate your ideas or many other thing and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher, when it comes to blogging she is really strict because she grades them as if they are book reports. I want to pass so  I just do it even when she nags me in advisory.  More over any one ca blog about any thing they want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say if you have an idea or any thing positive you are able to write so that other people like Mr. levy can view.  "GO MR. LEVY".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-3154699936527783063?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/3154699936527783063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=3154699936527783063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/3154699936527783063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/3154699936527783063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-opinion.html' title='MY OPINION'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-2655334856440397195</id><published>2009-01-26T11:52:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:14:40.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Paint me like I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Paint me like I am&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful&lt;br /&gt;so paint me like I am&lt;br /&gt;I am the one with that special&lt;br /&gt;tiny dimple that brings out&lt;br /&gt;my face.&lt;br /&gt;Paint like I am&lt;br /&gt;and do it the right way.&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT TRY TO vilelate&lt;br /&gt;MY PASSION FOR Fashion.&lt;br /&gt;So if I ask you to paint me like I am&lt;br /&gt;you should not ry to be so&lt;br /&gt;disrespectful and paint me like&lt;br /&gt;I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-2655334856440397195?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/2655334856440397195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=2655334856440397195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/2655334856440397195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/2655334856440397195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/01/paint-me-like-i-am.html' title='Paint me like I am'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-8369953856284842443</id><published>2009-01-26T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:55:12.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem to the president</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Change"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we can,"change"&lt;br /&gt;Yes we have,"changed"&lt;br /&gt;and yes we will continue to "change"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because,&lt;br /&gt;Rosa sat so&lt;br /&gt;Martin could walk,&lt;br /&gt;Martin walked so Obama could run,&lt;br /&gt;Obama ran so us children can fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we can,"change"&lt;br /&gt;Yes we have,"changed"&lt;br /&gt;and yes we will continue to "change"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that an african american president will appear&lt;br /&gt;he will share and care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, will not stand up and give up my seat or my rights to nobody&lt;br /&gt;no matter if you are back or white,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at last   ,   yes we can strive&lt;br /&gt;with no child left behind.&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/2931093383350955023-8369953856284842443?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/8369953856284842443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=8369953856284842443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/8369953856284842443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/8369953856284842443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/01/poem-to-president.html' title='Poem to the president'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-5106149832823303669</id><published>2009-01-23T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:00:21.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Inaugural poem response 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Praise song for the day&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Alexander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the title "Praise Song for the Day" means that change could be good or bad because it's almost like a flashback to me when we think of the slaves and all the black leaders who helped change our world we give thanks to them. For example, she quotes "&lt;/span&gt;Say it plain: that many have died for this day.&lt;br /&gt;Sing the names of the dead who brought us here". I think she says this to make us visualize all the things they have done to keep the racism out of our world. Moreover to keep us all equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-5106149832823303669?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/5106149832823303669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=5106149832823303669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/5106149832823303669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/5106149832823303669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/01/inaugural-poem-response-1.html' title='Inaugural poem response 1'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-9077676196041057849</id><published>2009-01-13T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:11:12.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>readers response 5</title><content type='html'>The book that i am reading now is called "Slam" and it is about a young teenager who goes to a different school and has some problem doing good at first. His teachers either want him to give eaither give up  basket ball or art. He gives up art so he can keep on pplaying basket ball and study .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-9077676196041057849?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/9077676196041057849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=9077676196041057849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/9077676196041057849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/9077676196041057849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2009/01/readers-response-5.html' title='readers response 5'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-3456407585771324776</id><published>2008-12-15T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:54:22.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test prep action plan</title><content type='html'>The things I would do to be able to get a three on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ELA&lt;/span&gt; test is work on test prep in after school. I would do test prep in Saturday school. I would stay in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;advisory&lt;/span&gt; and do acuity. The hardest types of questions are main idea because i worry about the extended questions a lot. I could look back on the passage every time I feel that it is hard to answer. I also think that the unfamiliar words are hard also they seem to be harder than the main idea questions. To make it easier I could use context clues tto make it easier for me to use unfamimlair words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-3456407585771324776?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/3456407585771324776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=3456407585771324776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/3456407585771324776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/3456407585771324776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2008/12/test-prep-action-plan.html' title='Test prep action plan'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-1942736008363270872</id><published>2008-12-11T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:12:01.536-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>"To My Parents: What I've Learned so far in ELA."</title><content type='html'>Dear MOM,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My accomplishments in these units were outstanding. Then, we did a political unit on the debate between Barack What I learned so far is that we start to activate our schema. I learned how to log in on my computer. It is i so easy to do things on the computer. First we did the reading strategies in ttheObama and John McCain. We worked on Nelson Mandela and how we had to compare him to a change maker. We created Blogs to help us with the readers response journals we do. We worked on a famous painter named Frida Khalo. We also did anther famous painter name Leonardo Di Vinci. We started a ning project. We are reading a book high level book . One thing about the technology in this school is so convenient and very easy to handle. So far my favorite unit was the political unit because it was so high level  and we wanted to let the teachers in the building know that we did understand politics and we did care  about who won and  how it would affect us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-1942736008363270872?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/1942736008363270872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=1942736008363270872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/1942736008363270872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/1942736008363270872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-my-parents-what-ive-learned-so-far.html' title='&quot;To My Parents: What I&apos;ve Learned so far in ELA.&quot;'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-2640501352838627015</id><published>2008-11-24T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:39:17.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers response 4</title><content type='html'>I think the author wrote this book in poems and stories because it gets into the children's mind as  high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;schoolers&lt;/span&gt;. It shows how they feel and when they read on open mike Fridays  they really express there feelings. I think the title "Bronx Masquerade" fits the book because the word means to disguise and when you write poetry it makes perfect sense. My favorite poem so far in my book  was  the one by a student named Steven &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ericson&lt;/span&gt; he called it "DOUBTLESS" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ericson&lt;/span&gt; really dug deep about how he felt as a young boy. He used rhyme, rhythm and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;repetition&lt;/span&gt;. He states at the end of the poem "REMEMBER:PACK YOUR DREAMS. THERE PORTABLE". That was a metophor and he was trying to get it in the readers mind that you have to keep your dreams no matter were you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-2640501352838627015?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/2640501352838627015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=2640501352838627015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/2640501352838627015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/2640501352838627015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2008/11/readers-response-2.html' title='Readers response 4'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-287217346456042753</id><published>2008-11-24T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:46:19.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Listening Passage Mona Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of the possible people who could be Mona Lisa is Leonardo Da Vinci because Lilian Sworts discovered that the painting looks like him as a woman. She says it actually looks like him as a female but can also be his mother. I think it could be a self portrait. But the only hing is that he looks like a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-287217346456042753?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/287217346456042753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=287217346456042753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/287217346456042753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/287217346456042753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2008/11/listening-passage-mona-lisa.html' title='Listening Passage Mona Lisa'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-3501688800266245120</id><published>2008-11-17T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:41:58.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Character unit intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do people ever really change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have the power to change whenever they want emotionally,mentally and physically. For example Dave in the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A child called it" &lt;/span&gt;changed he was a child beaten by his mother for no apparent reason and now in life he helped with the army. For another example, a mother of one of my friends was on drugs and she changed by getting help and joined a rehab center for drug addicts. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Do people ever really change? &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;say it&lt;/span&gt; depends on the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-3501688800266245120?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/3501688800266245120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=3501688800266245120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/3501688800266245120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/3501688800266245120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2008/11/character-unit-intro.html' title='Character unit intro'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-2162124654789701231</id><published>2008-11-13T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:15:17.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama club'/><title type='text'>Drama club blog 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would like to talk about being in this club and how it will affect my extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;curricular&lt;/span&gt; activities.&lt;br /&gt;There is really nothing that I can suggest but we can work together and we will become a family. we can learn together, we will grow together and we will walk together to get what we want out of drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2931093383350955023-2162124654789701231?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/2162124654789701231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=2162124654789701231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/2162124654789701231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/2162124654789701231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2008/11/drama-club-blog-1.html' title='Drama club blog 1'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-4247592150473525002</id><published>2008-11-05T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:19:24.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Election Reflection</title><content type='html'>The thing that made this election historic is that Barack Obama is an African American who ran for president.He is the first African American to win in the United States. I feel that Obama will keep his word when he says " the road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even in one term , but America, i have never been more hopeful then i am tonight that we will get there. I promise you we as a people will get there." I believe him when he sayed that. He sound true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-4247592150473525002?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/4247592150473525002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=4247592150473525002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/4247592150473525002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/4247592150473525002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-reflection.html' title='Election Reflection'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931093383350955023.post-1111658221412867756</id><published>2008-10-31T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:59:22.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Ghost Story: Purple Princess</title><content type='html'>"Stay away you ugly young children" said the young Purple princess. Being that she was so beautiful the jealous children called her the ugly princess.they accused her of being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; with a mask on her face. She did not like the fact that they were so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt;. So she seeked revenge. Purple Princess did not have time to seek out the kids. The people of the town in Pennsylvania went after her.They murdered her and tore her face of they buried her face in the  lower part of Philidelphia. She was known as the purple faceless princess. Her ghost spirit came to seek the kids.One kid was walking on a vacant block she scared theholy dodo out of him. One holloween all the children were out trick or treating and were now known as the  "victums of the purple princess.  Her body seemed to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-1111658221412867756?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/1111658221412867756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=1111658221412867756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/1111658221412867756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/1111658221412867756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2008/10/ghost-story-purple-princess.html' title='Ghost Story: Purple Princess'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-3836973333614760293</id><published>2008-10-17T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:59:37.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response 3</title><content type='html'>Th&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e Absolutely True Diary of a Part Time Indian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; novel by Sherman Alexie&lt;br /&gt;Pages 89-103&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o far in this book in the book that I'm reading for the day Junior is with his new friend Gordy. Gordy is helping Jr study and teaching him how to study."You have to read a book three times at least to understand the concept of the book" Gordy told Jr.Jr feels that he should be Gordy's friend but when he mentions it to Gordy he takes it as if Jr is homosexual. After all that happened Jr's sister wrote him an e-mail and said, "Hey Jr hows it going, I'm good here in Montana with my husband and we actually rode a horse. I can't believe the Indians here still ride horses."    Jr felt that because he had not seen his ex-bestfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rowdy  he could draw him a picture and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;give it to him by visiting him at his house. Rowdy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-3836973333614760293?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/3836973333614760293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=3836973333614760293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/3836973333614760293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/3836973333614760293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2008/10/readers-response-3.html' title='Readers Response 3'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-1426632937893073579</id><published>2008-10-15T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:59:58.327-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Reading Response Questioning</title><content type='html'>" "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny Questions:&lt;br /&gt;1.What are McCain and Obama debating about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Do they feel the same opinion on this problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What are they doing this for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat Questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Why does Obama look at the last eight years to discribe what is going on in the present ?&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-1426632937893073579?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/1426632937893073579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=1426632937893073579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/1426632937893073579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/1426632937893073579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Reading Response Questioning'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-355980952166046059</id><published>2008-10-08T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:56:50.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three Little Words&lt;br /&gt;By:Ashley Rhodes Courter&lt;br /&gt;pages 120-130&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my independent reading book Ashley says "By now I was accustomed to all sorts of workers coming to visit  me and my brother in our various foster homes."page 114  I can infer that because she had already went through so much over the years she has gotten used to the fact that she had to deal with whatever problem was on the table.&lt;br /&gt;She went to school and Mrs. Merritt said"This wiil be your last day at school."She knew right away what Mrs.Merritt was talking about. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;page 122.&lt;/span&gt; I can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-355980952166046059?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/355980952166046059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=355980952166046059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/355980952166046059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/355980952166046059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2008/10/readers-response-1.html' title='Readers Response 2'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</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-2931093383350955023.post-5800553027575093778</id><published>2008-10-07T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:55:21.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELA'/><title type='text'>Readers Response 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three little words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A memoir by: Ashley Rhodes Couter&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;pages read:99 to 120&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So far in my book Ashley lives with her brother in the Merritt's.&lt;br /&gt;She talks about how her mom was on cocaine and how her brother does&lt;br /&gt;not belong to her mother but to her step father Dusty. She visited her mother&lt;br /&gt;and no one arranged for her to get picked up to another place to see her mother .&lt;br /&gt;I can infer that she was sad when she thought she could not see her mother.&lt;br /&gt;But in the long run she was glad that she saw her mom. I can infer that even though she&lt;br /&gt;was being mature she was not glad when her brother could not see there mom because&lt;br /&gt;he now belonged to Dusty, her mom's ex boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Being that Ashley always ran into her mother's arm's I can infer that even when she hated when her mom was not there sometimes she still loved her regardless.When Ashley found out that her trail had to go on for a longer time period she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; that she had learned her mom was doing cocaine/drugs. I think that the next thing that will happen is that Ashley is gonna be sepperated from her brother again because, there is a constant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;360&lt;/span&gt; circle in the foster&lt;br /&gt;care system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931093383350955023-5800553027575093778?l=elleshamma802.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/feeds/5800553027575093778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2931093383350955023&amp;postID=5800553027575093778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/5800553027575093778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931093383350955023/posts/default/5800553027575093778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elleshamma802.blogspot.com/2008/10/readersresponse-1.html' title='Readers Response 1'/><author><name>Elleshamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03489380201248530757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
