<?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-5583529371154904542</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:17:59.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583529371154904542.post-8388102136288165074</id><published>2009-06-05T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:56:01.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wich person in th book im most like</title><content type='html'>I think I'm most like Zach because he don't care what people say to him nether do I. He stands up to cops when he knows he's going to arrested and he likes girls and so do I. But he is black and I'm  not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-8388102136288165074?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/8388102136288165074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/06/wich-person-in-th-book-im-most-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/8388102136288165074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/8388102136288165074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/06/wich-person-in-th-book-im-most-like.html' title='Wich person in th book im most like'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-1510617778006410679</id><published>2009-06-04T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:58:17.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would Happen if or when Lily tells Agust the truth</title><content type='html'>I think that she would be alright with it. She would just of told her why didn't you tell me earlier  instead of lying this whole time. Or maybe Rosaleen already told her and she didn't care. She just hasn't said anything because she is waiting for Lily to tell her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-1510617778006410679?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/1510617778006410679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-would-happen-if-or-when-lily-tells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/1510617778006410679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/1510617778006410679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-would-happen-if-or-when-lily-tells.html' title='What Would Happen if or when Lily tells Agust the truth'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-8153175809083015153</id><published>2009-06-03T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:04:47.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Member But Not Related By Blood</title><content type='html'>Nick is like a brother or cousin to me. He became part of my family when he was a little bit younger then me. My mom took him in because him and his mom were having problems and he knew my mom and my sisters already and they told him he could come stay with us if he wants and he said yea. He lived with us for for about a year or two and ever since then he has been a brother or a cousin to me and been really close to my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-8153175809083015153?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/8153175809083015153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-member-but-not-related-by-blood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/8153175809083015153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/8153175809083015153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-member-but-not-related-by-blood.html' title='Family Member But Not Related By Blood'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-8339734687162931395</id><published>2009-05-22T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:55:56.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Opinion On The Bee's</title><content type='html'>I think that the book is a alright book because sometime it loses my attention and I would like more action in books I read and more adventure in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-8339734687162931395?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/8339734687162931395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-opinion-on-bees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/8339734687162931395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/8339734687162931395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-opinion-on-bees.html' title='My Opinion On The Bee&apos;s'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-4112486825015917958</id><published>2009-05-21T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:04:29.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is the Queen Bee</title><content type='html'>I think Lily is the queen bee in the story because everything revolves around her. There was a time when she fainted they rushed to her. The women in the house was got her a lot of stuff but she helps them out too. She is different from the others beacuse she is white and they're black.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-4112486825015917958?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/4112486825015917958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-is-queen-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/4112486825015917958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/4112486825015917958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-is-queen-bee.html' title='Who is the Queen Bee'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-3169651945389015866</id><published>2009-05-20T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:09:53.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey Bees</title><content type='html'>1.Bees take care of there queen bee very good.&lt;br /&gt;2.When a bee stings a larger animal there stinger stayes in that animal and the bee will split in half and die later.&lt;br /&gt;3.The bees will still attack you until you are 100 feet or more away from the hive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-3169651945389015866?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/3169651945389015866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/05/honey-bees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/3169651945389015866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/3169651945389015866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/05/honey-bees.html' title='Honey Bees'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-2548436220376192798</id><published>2009-05-19T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:26:56.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey House</title><content type='html'>1.It was a converted garage in the back corner in the yard painted the same hot-flamingo shade as the rest of the house.&lt;br /&gt;2.My nostrils nearly drowned  in the sent of sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;3.Rain crashed on the thin roof.&lt;br /&gt;4.Shelves that where covered with mason jars, pith helmets, tools, and wax candles.&lt;br /&gt;5.A thin veneer of honey lay across everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily describes the honey house good. She gives &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of details about it to that where you could picture it in your head. She uses good words to describe things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-2548436220376192798?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/2548436220376192798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/05/honey-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/2548436220376192798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/2548436220376192798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/05/honey-house.html' title='Honey House'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-5047439924072813791</id><published>2009-05-14T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:51:25.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Lily could of done</title><content type='html'>1.She could of bribed him with money she had.&lt;br /&gt;2.She could of offered to help the cop around at his house the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-5047439924072813791?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-5583529371154904542.post-1485344249263220316</id><published>2009-05-11T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:55:40.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick</title><content type='html'>he plays basketball, likes to kick it with the home's, likes to spend time with his family, always says he's down, he likes listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny, outgoing, cool, short, big&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-1485344249263220316?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/1485344249263220316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/05/nick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/1485344249263220316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/1485344249263220316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/05/nick.html' title='Nick'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-3051619490249206371</id><published>2009-05-08T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:03:53.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily</title><content type='html'>She catches bees in a jar, she keeps all of her moms stuff berried underground, she like to site under the tree with all her moms stuff and stare at the sky, she says her  mom would rather make a food trail for insects to go outside instead of killin them, she likes spending time with rosaleen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy, gets along with almost everyone, young, smart, helpfull&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-3051619490249206371?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/3051619490249206371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/05/lily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/3051619490249206371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/3051619490249206371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/05/lily.html' title='Lily'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-187456266706164332</id><published>2009-05-07T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:57:39.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence Combining</title><content type='html'>1.Little Rock is in the state of Arkansas that is in the south and was reltively progressive.&lt;br /&gt;2.It was September 4, a crisis erupted, and the governor called out the National Guard to prevent the African American students from going to school at the Little Rock Central High School.&lt;br /&gt;3.The Students haved been chosen to attend Central High because of their excellent grades.&lt;br /&gt;4.It was the first day of school and only one student showed up beacuase she didn't  receive a phone call bout the danger of going to school.&lt;br /&gt;5.She was harassed by whites outside of the school the police had to take her away in a patrol car to protect her.&lt;br /&gt;6.Afterwards there were 9 students that had to carpool at school they had to be escorted by military personnel that was in jeeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-187456266706164332?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/187456266706164332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/05/sentence-combining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/187456266706164332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/187456266706164332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/05/sentence-combining.html' title='Sentence Combining'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-4508989454954141456</id><published>2009-05-05T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:14:12.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Civil Rights Movement</title><content type='html'>The Civil Rights Movement was about the African Americans getting there right and it was during 1955 to 1968 and that's when black power came up and lasted between 1966 to 1975. The ones most active in the movement were most likely would be in NAACP, SNCC, CORE and SCLC. The people in the movement prefer the term "Southern Freedom Movement" because the struggle was about far more than just civil rights under law; it was also about fundamental issues of freedom, respect, dignity, and economic and social equality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/African-American_Civil_Rights_Movement_(1955â1968"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/African-American_Civil_Rights_Movement_(1955â1968&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-4508989454954141456?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/4508989454954141456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/05/civil-war-movement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/4508989454954141456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/4508989454954141456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/05/civil-war-movement.html' title='The Civil Rights Movement'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-5916262708760584770</id><published>2009-04-30T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:15:22.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick your own prompt</title><content type='html'>"What did a typical lunchtime include when you were younger? Write about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical lunchtime when I was in school would include getting up and washing your hands. then we would stand in line waiting on everyone else to wash there hands, then we would walk down the hall in a straight line to the cafeteria where we would get our lunch and sit and eat it. After that we would go outside and play for the rest of lunchtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-5916262708760584770?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/5916262708760584770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/pick-your-own-prompt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/5916262708760584770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/5916262708760584770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/pick-your-own-prompt.html' title='Pick your own prompt'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-7237520340977225122</id><published>2009-04-29T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:50:31.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compound Practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Outdoor,Without,Something,Everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was playing &lt;strong&gt;outdoors&lt;/strong&gt; for the day.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Without&lt;/strong&gt; food I would die.&lt;br /&gt;3.I always have &lt;strong&gt;something&lt;/strong&gt; to do in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. I gave my brother &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; I had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-7237520340977225122?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/7237520340977225122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/compound-practice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/7237520340977225122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/7237520340977225122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/compound-practice.html' title='Compound Practice'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-6574872218051082774</id><published>2009-04-27T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:58:44.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Powers</title><content type='html'>If I could have a super power it would have to be telekenesis. I would be able to bend and move large objects around whenever I wanted to without people telling me what to do because I could easily throw them around like I would a boulder. Life would be cooler because I would be able to do whatever and whenever I wanted to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-6574872218051082774?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/6574872218051082774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/super-powers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/6574872218051082774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/6574872218051082774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/super-powers.html' title='Super Powers'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-2570554469519826253</id><published>2009-04-16T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:57:49.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence Correcting</title><content type='html'>2. The car stopped at the red light.&lt;br /&gt;3. Is the beginning of the story hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;4. Dante flipped a coin to decide who would get kick off.&lt;br /&gt;5. The pirates were digging for buried treasure.&lt;br /&gt;6. The police permitted only one car pass.&lt;br /&gt;7. Krista tripped because she didn't tie her shoelaces.&lt;br /&gt;8. Jose's is good at outrunning everyone.&lt;br /&gt;9. "I could have done better," Patrick admitted.&lt;br /&gt;10. Thierry was happy to be getting the soccer trophy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-2570554469519826253?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/2570554469519826253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentence-correcting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/2570554469519826253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/2570554469519826253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentence-correcting.html' title='Sentence Correcting'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-1174766177707995572</id><published>2009-04-15T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:59:33.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Salem is cool and why it isn't cool</title><content type='html'>I like Salem because I know a lot of people here, I was born here, and a lot of my family is here.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Salem because it rains alot, it needs more places to go kick it or hang out, and because its too rainy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-1174766177707995572?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/1174766177707995572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-is-salem-cool-and-why-it-aint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/1174766177707995572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/1174766177707995572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-is-salem-cool-and-why-it-aint.html' title='Why Salem is cool and why it isn&apos;t cool'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-5527175997011019741</id><published>2009-04-10T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:49:54.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Genocide</title><content type='html'>Genocide is something to do with violent crimes committed against groups with the intent to destroy the existence of the group.(&lt;a href="http://www.ushmm.org/wlc/article.php?lang=en&amp;amp;ModuleId=10007043"&gt;http://www.ushmm.org/wlc/article.php?lang=en&amp;amp;ModuleId=10007043&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I think it happens because there are poor people that would give up there life's to be at where the rich people or the well off people that don't got to worry about anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-5527175997011019741?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/5527175997011019741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-genocide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/5527175997011019741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/5527175997011019741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-genocide.html' title='What is Genocide'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-8144217317687048992</id><published>2009-04-08T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:12:47.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If there were no laws no laws</title><content type='html'>If there were no laws on earth it would get crazy because there would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more drugs being moved around, more crimes being done, and more people would be dying because there is no law. If we didn't have any laws then there would be no prisons so no one would get in trouble for what they did and they would still be allowed to roam the street even if they killed someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-8144217317687048992?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/8144217317687048992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-there-were-no-lawsno-laws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/8144217317687048992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/8144217317687048992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-there-were-no-lawsno-laws.html' title='If there were no laws no laws'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-2485104156053583827</id><published>2009-04-07T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:50:55.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots</title><content type='html'>Mort:Death&lt;br /&gt;mortal,  mortician, immortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat: Born&lt;br /&gt;nation, native, natural, prenatal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen: Birth&lt;br /&gt;generation, genesis, genocide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-2485104156053583827?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/2485104156053583827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/2485104156053583827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/2485104156053583827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/roots.html' title='Roots'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-8071633520093716625</id><published>2009-04-03T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:26:51.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Village</title><content type='html'>There was a small village in the middle of nowhere and there was a man that was&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;psychic&lt;/span&gt;. He &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;predicted&lt;/span&gt; that the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;population&lt;/span&gt; of the village was getting smaller and he had to do something about it. So he had a meeting in a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;auditorium&lt;/span&gt; and had a big &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;audience&lt;/span&gt; come. He told everyone that we all need to start breeding because the village is getting smaller he said. The Village looked at him if he was &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;psycho&lt;/span&gt;. But they did it anyway and made the village three times bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-8071633520093716625?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/8071633520093716625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/village.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/8071633520093716625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/8071633520093716625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/village.html' title='The Village'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-4310837667279070299</id><published>2009-04-02T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:46:58.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>My favorite song would have to be "Dear Mama" by 2pac. This is my favorite song because how he sings it and what he says about his mom is the same way I feel about my mom and I give him props for making such a tight song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Mama"You are appreciated[Verse One: 2Pac]When I was young me and my mama had beefSeventeen years old kicked out on the streetsThough back at the time, I never thought I'd see her faceAin't a woman alive that could take my mama's placeSuspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a foolwith the big boys, breakin all the rulesI shed tears with my baby sisterOver the years we was poorer than the other little kidsAnd even though we had different daddy's, the same dramaWhen things went wrong we'd blame mamaI reminice on the stress I caused, it was hellHuggin on my mama from a jail cellAnd who'd think in elementary?Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one dayAnd runnin from the police, that's rightMama catch me, put a whoopin to my backsideAnd even as a crack fiend, mamaYou always was a black queen, mamaI finally understandfor a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a manYou always was committedA poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did itThere's no way I can pay you backBut the plan is to show you that I understandYou are appreciated[Chorus: Reggie Green &amp;amp; "Sweet Franklin" w/ 2Pac]Lady... Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet ladyDear mamaPlace no one above ya, sweet ladyYou are appreciatedDon't cha know we love ya?[second and third chorus, "And dear mama" instead of "Dear mama"][Verse Two: 2Pac]Now ain't nobody tell us it was fairNo love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't thereHe passed away and I didn't cry, cause my angerwouldn't let me feel for a strangerThey say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all alongI was lookin for a father he was goneI hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugsThey showed a young brother loveI moved out and started really hanginI needed money of my own so I started slanginI ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocksIt feels good puttin money in your mailboxI love payin rent when the rent's dueI hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to youCause when I was low you was there for meAnd never left me alone because you cared for meAnd I could see you comin home after work lateYou're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plateYa just workin with the scraps you was givenAnd mama made miracles every ThanksgivinBut now the road got rough, you're aloneYou're tryin to raise two bad kids on your ownAnd there's no way I can pay you backBut my plan is to show you that I understandYou are appreciated[Chorus][Verse Three: 2Pac]Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the dramaI can always depend on my mamaAnd when it seems that I'm hopelessYou say the words that can get me back in focusWhen I was sick as a little kidTo keep me happy there's no limit to the things you didAnd all my childhood memoriesAre full of all the sweet things you did for meAnd even though I act craaazyI gotta thank the Lord that you made meThere are no words that can express how I feelYou never kept a secret, always stayed realAnd I appreciate, how you raised meAnd all the extra love that you gave meI wish I could take the pain awayIf you can make it through the night there's a brighter dayEverything will be alright if ya hold onIt's a struggle everyday, gotta roll onAnd there's no way I can pay you backBut my plan is to show you that I understandYou are appreciated[Chorus]Sweet ladyAnd dear mamaDear mamaLady [3X]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-4310837667279070299?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/4310837667279070299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/favorite-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/4310837667279070299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/4310837667279070299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/favorite-song.html' title='Favorite Song'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-1089741389465655463</id><published>2009-04-01T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:04:03.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poetry lyrics songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;People write songs lyrics and poetry to show the way they are feeling or maybe what they are thinking or what they been through in life.&lt;br /&gt;Like in 2pac's song "changes" he talks about how he lives in the gettho and he sees no changes as he is growing up and why can't we have change and that's kinda how he feels and what he has been through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-1089741389465655463?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/1089741389465655463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/people-write-songs-lyrics-and-poetry-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/1089741389465655463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/1089741389465655463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/04/people-write-songs-lyrics-and-poetry-to.html' title='poetry lyrics songs'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-8951946543383210807</id><published>2009-03-31T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:52:43.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cide, cise: to kill or cut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suicide, homicide, excercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rupt: break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eruption, rupture,interupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sect:cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;section, intersect, intersection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There was a homicide today and they had the block locked down into sections and when it happened it happened like a eruption. everyone was going crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-8951946543383210807?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-5583529371154904542.post-3561613431334460068</id><published>2009-03-30T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:53:59.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did I Do During Spring Brake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just chilled and kicked back at my house with my family and friends. It was cool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-3561613431334460068?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/3561613431334460068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/03/wht-did-i-do-during-spring-brake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/3561613431334460068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/3561613431334460068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/03/wht-did-i-do-during-spring-brake.html' title='What Did I Do During Spring Brake'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-6391736765845017108</id><published>2009-03-20T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:12:27.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Movie</title><content type='html'>My favorite movie would have to be Jorge Lopez Americans Mexican. I like this movie because Jorge Lopez is a real funny man and I liked alot of his jokes from the movie. He is a good comedian one of my favorites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-6391736765845017108?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/6391736765845017108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-f.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/6391736765845017108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/6391736765845017108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-f.html' title='My Favorite Movie'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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-5583529371154904542.post-8386356841200680214</id><published>2009-03-19T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:58:00.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence correcting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. Lorrine moved to a new school. complete&lt;br /&gt;2. The boy got scared at first&lt;br /&gt;3. It was hard to meet new people. complete&lt;br /&gt;4. Lorrine's new lab partner Janeese is cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583529371154904542-8386356841200680214?l=jullian-juan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/feeds/8386356841200680214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/03/sentence-correcting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/8386356841200680214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583529371154904542/posts/default/8386356841200680214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullian-juan.blogspot.com/2009/03/sentence-correcting.html' title='Sentence correcting'/><author><name>jullian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04148718314481646832</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>
